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Subject: Airport (ff) (ds) by Deirdre
From: Paul Rogers <paul2@slip.net>
Date: 1996/10/22
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Subject: deirdre: Airport
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Hello All!
This is just a reminder that I am NOT the author of these stories, I am just
reposting them for your enjoyment. Also, I'm looking for some Deirdre stories
myself. If y'all have any of these stories, please post
them or E-mail them to me and I'll post them. Thanks. (Story follows)
Doctor.......Friend........Honeymoon
Model........Mouth
Neighbor......Neighbor2....Neighbor3....Nurse
Park..........Party........Pat..........Romance
Roommate......Show.........Storm
Twin..........Visit........
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Airport
by deirdre
Several years ago, not long after I started working, I shared my
apartment with Laura, another working woman. We got along
reasonably well, but actually we both were out a lot and didn't really
spend that much time together. Just about the only thing we did
together was eat supper each night: we got up on different
schedules, Laura often went out in the evenings and when she didn't
she often stayed in her room--I think she would just lie down and
read. She made me feel like a homebody--I went out sometimes too,
but I often spent the evening watching television--something I never
saw her do. Even when we were eating together, she seemed a little
stand-offish and I always felt like we ought to be better friends.
Well, one day when I was getting supper ready, Laura called and said
she had to work late. I asked her if she managed to get some supper
and she said no--she would make something when she got home and
she was sorry to stand me up when I had taken the trouble to make
supper. Well I went ahead and ate but I left Laura's place set at the
table and I kept dinner warm for her. She finally arrived at 8:30PM
and I was glad I went to the trouble: she was completely worn out,
hungry, and looked eternally grateful when she realized I had things
ready for her to eat.
Well, she sat down to eat and I served her, then sat with her. She
thanked me profusely and ate, but she still looked ready to drop. I
asked if she was tense and offered to massage her shoulders. Once
again she was grateful and told me how tense her job was making
her as I worked the knots out of her shoulders. I was really feeling
good about being able to do something for Laura and felt like we
might become better friends.
But I realized she wasn't eating while I massaged, so I stopped and
told her to eat--that I would continue after supper. She said that
would be heavenly, then asked if I could do her a favor just for this
evening: that her shoulders and back were very tense and could I give
her a real massage after supper instead of just doing her shoulders?
I told her I would do my best, and after supper she said she would
change and call me. When I got into her room, she was laying face-
down on the bed with nothing on except a towel covering her rear. I
sat down beside her and started working on her shoulders and back. I
did my best for about 10 minutes after which she thanked me again.
Then she offered to do my back in return and wouldn't take no for an
answer. She sat up, wrapping the towel around her body and told me
to take off my jeans and sweatshirt and lie down, face down, on the
bed. When I was lying there, she sat down beside me, unhooked my
bra, and started working on my back and shoulders.
Soon after that, she told me she was used to giving massages sitting
on the person's back and she got up on the bed and straddled me,
continuing my massage. I felt funny to have her sitting on my rear
end with just my panties between her and me, but since it was
really just my own prudish mind, I did my best to not let on. Then
she cursed the towel and said we shouldn't stand on ceremony and
she took the towel off! Now I definitely felt funny. I couldn't see
Laura, but to know she was sitting there naked... well, after she
started massaging me again, I didn't dwell on it. After a heavenly
massage, she got off, and when I looked up she had a robe on. She
offered me the towel which I wrapped around myself, and carried my
clothes back to my own room.
Well, Laura and I didn't start an instant friendship--she still seldom
spoke to me--but a couple of nights later she mentioned how
pleasant it had been to get a massage in the evening and suggested
that we do it again. I was all for it, and that night I went to Laura's
room again. She was in her robe whereas I was still dressed. She
said I could go first this time and I stripped down to my panties
again and she got on top of me again. Again the massage was lovely.
When her turn came, she convinced me to straddle her to give her the
massage and she had a towel over her rear. We were put in the
position of seeing each other: me in panties and her nude while we
were switching positions--again I felt embarrassed, but I avoided
staring and hid my self-consciousness.
After that second night we traded massages almost every night.
Within a couple of days, Laura convinced be to dispense with my
panties and we just had our rears covered with a towel while laying
there. We got comfortable around each other nude and my self-
consciousness disappeared. It got so I really looked forward to
those evening massages and I remember dreaming about them once.
Well, we went on like that for weeks, and though it seemed like
Laura didn't go out as often, we still didn't talk any more--Laura
was still very quiet around the apartment. But we did share those
evenings, and I enjoyed her company.
But after about a month, Laura found out she was transferred and
would be moving to the west coast in a matter of days. She had been
working late a lot of nights and apparently it was preparation for
some kind of company expansion. I told her how much I would miss
her and secretly dreaded giving up our nightly massage sessions.
Well the day drew nearer and nearer until finally it was the Saturday
when she would be flying west.
That morning Laura suggested that we give each other a massage one
last time. It was actually a weird suggestion, but she was obviously
feeling the same kind of friendly intimacy in those sessions that I
was and it seemed natural. She lay on the bed with just the towel
over her and I massaged her as usual, feeling her soft skin under my
hands, thinking about how I would never feel it there again. When it
was my turn, she surprised me and didn't get up and straddle me like
usual--instead she sat next to me and took the towel and wrapped it
around her body. I was laying there nude and though I had just been
straddling her nude, I felt funny because this wasn't our routine. She
massaged my shoulders and my back and as usual it felt heavenly.
Then she brought one hand right to my rear, and before I knew what
was happening, she was pushing a finger inside of me! I immediately
started to get up, but she pushed me back down with her other hand!
Her finger wriggled and I realized I was really wet! Then I felt a
finger probing my rear hole! I immediately started breathing hard
and before a minute was up, I was coming as hard as I ever recall!
But she didn't stop using her fingers on me, and I came again and
again, almost fainting! I had never come several times within
seconds, and I thought I'd go crazy.
Finally she let up and when I had settled down, she pulled me up and
pulled me to my room. She went digging in my closet and pulled out
a little skirt and blouse and told me to get dressed! The skirt was
shorter and sexier than I would have chosen to go to the airport, but
I was walking on air and did whatever she asked. She didn't let me
put on any underwear!
It was time to go. I felt like I was in a dream--I drove to the
airport, parked the car and we walked out to the gates. The part of
the airport we walked to was obviously brand new and not all the
gates were in use. Laura drew me behind a ticket counter at a gate
that wasn't operating yet. She guided me to the window, right up to
the glass so I put my hands against it to steady myself. Looking out,
there were jets and airport personnel driving baggage trains and
other trucks and things. Her hand was in my back. I felt her lift my
skirt in back! I was afraid someone might come around the ticket
counter and see us. She pushed a finger against my rear hole. I
couldn't believe this was happening! Then she pushed it inside.
Immediately I was breathing hard! Soon she was sliding two or
three fingers in and out of my rear hole! I was afraid to turn my
head and look around! I came, and I think if she hadn't been pressing
me against the glass I would have collapsed. I couldn't believe I
could come like that, in that place, in that position!
When I had caught my breath she released me and I turned around.
There was a woman standing by the ticket counter watching us! She
didn't look shocked or anything, she was just standing there
watching. She was dressed in a skirt and white blouse--I thought
she might be a stewardess. Laura picked up her bags and walked
over to the woman. She handed the bags to the woman, who then
turned around and walked away together! While they were walking
away, Laura patted the other woman's rear end a couple of times.
Laura never looked back at me, but the other woman did, once.
Those images of Laura have stayed with me ever since. Whenever I
interview someone to be my apartment-mate, I always think of
Laura and I can't help but look for someone who might start
something with me like Laura did that last day. I've had several
apartment-mates over the years, but none anything like Laura.
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