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The Long Layover (Closed for princesssexci)
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Set-up
Sometimes fate conspires to bring people back into orbit of one another. That is the story here. We knew each other years ago in our early 20s. I had a huge crush, we flirted constantly, even had a date once though that ended in only a kiss. The chemistry was there but the timing was not.
Eventually, we moved on to different places both emotionally and physically when I moved to a different state. We tried to stay in touch but even that faded as things tend to do.
So here sitting in the airlines elite lounge at LAX we are mutually surprised to see each other. Turns out we are on the same flight to DFW and looks like a lengthy lay over before we will part ways. For the next few hours this afternoon though we are going to have time to catch up.
Me
Late 30s, married, and average appearance in a lot of ways, short brown hair and glasses. The stand out feature is bright blue eyes. Name is Steven.
I am leaving LA after a business trip. Dressed to impress for the client in a dark grey 3-piece suit, deep blue shirt, silver cuff links, and a yellow tie.
You
Mid-30s, married, short, with red hair and a very large bust. A vuloptous physique. Still a tremendous flirt. Name is Shannon.
You live in LA and are headed out of town for work. Coming from the office be dressed appropriately.
Looking For
This is another fantasy of mine based out of real life. I am hopimg to develop this story in detail and looking for a writer who is into story development and longer posts. Not a wham-bam story.
Would prefer the story be done in the first person.
Sexual interests in this story are cheating, semi-public/exhibitionist.
Daily posts would be ideal but at least 3-4 times a week. If you will be gone life happens and I get it just please be willing to let me know.
Opening Scene
Settling into the oversized chair I just breath deep and close my eyes. It has been a whirlwind 2 days with the client but everything has worked out. The deal is done and a fat bonus check is headed my way.
Shifting slightly in my chair with my head hanging back something in the background noise sparks a long dormant memory. A rolling alto laugh from years ago in New Mexico. A set of green eyes full of mischief set in a freckled face.
The thought stirs a smile to my lips thinking about Shannon for probably the first time in a decade. What might have been.
That noise dances across my awareness again amd my eyes snap open. That can't be. There is no way it could be. Looking around the crowded lounge I scan for what can't be. Once, twice around the room and nothing.
Standing up for one last look I see you in a corner on the phone. Hair red as ever like a beacon. You are lost in conversation on your ohone oblivious to the act of fate shaping up across the room.
Holy shit, it is her. The thought sounds half shocked and half... something else in my head.
Walking across the lounge I try to figure out what to say. A few paces away you seem to become aware someone in the crowd is moving not just around you but toward you. Looking up from your seated position our eyes meet as you close out your call, "Love you too."
Banking on all of that flirting and tension of the past I decide to risk a bold hello, "I would have settled for a hello Shannon but I guess I can take an I love you after this long. How have you been?"
Closed for princesssexci
Set-up
Sometimes fate conspires to bring people back into orbit of one another. That is the story here. We knew each other years ago in our early 20s. I had a huge crush, we flirted constantly, even had a date once though that ended in only a kiss. The chemistry was there but the timing was not.
Eventually, we moved on to different places both emotionally and physically when I moved to a different state. We tried to stay in touch but even that faded as things tend to do.
So here sitting in the airlines elite lounge at LAX we are mutually surprised to see each other. Turns out we are on the same flight to DFW and looks like a lengthy lay over before we will part ways. For the next few hours this afternoon though we are going to have time to catch up.
Me
Late 30s, married, and average appearance in a lot of ways, short brown hair and glasses. The stand out feature is bright blue eyes. Name is Steven.
I am leaving LA after a business trip. Dressed to impress for the client in a dark grey 3-piece suit, deep blue shirt, silver cuff links, and a yellow tie.
You
Mid-30s, married, short, with red hair and a very large bust. A vuloptous physique. Still a tremendous flirt. Name is Shannon.
You live in LA and are headed out of town for work. Coming from the office be dressed appropriately.
Looking For
This is another fantasy of mine based out of real life. I am hopimg to develop this story in detail and looking for a writer who is into story development and longer posts. Not a wham-bam story.
Would prefer the story be done in the first person.
Sexual interests in this story are cheating, semi-public/exhibitionist.
Daily posts would be ideal but at least 3-4 times a week. If you will be gone life happens and I get it just please be willing to let me know.
Opening Scene
Settling into the oversized chair I just breath deep and close my eyes. It has been a whirlwind 2 days with the client but everything has worked out. The deal is done and a fat bonus check is headed my way.
Shifting slightly in my chair with my head hanging back something in the background noise sparks a long dormant memory. A rolling alto laugh from years ago in New Mexico. A set of green eyes full of mischief set in a freckled face.
The thought stirs a smile to my lips thinking about Shannon for probably the first time in a decade. What might have been.
That noise dances across my awareness again amd my eyes snap open. That can't be. There is no way it could be. Looking around the crowded lounge I scan for what can't be. Once, twice around the room and nothing.
Standing up for one last look I see you in a corner on the phone. Hair red as ever like a beacon. You are lost in conversation on your ohone oblivious to the act of fate shaping up across the room.
Holy shit, it is her. The thought sounds half shocked and half... something else in my head.
Walking across the lounge I try to figure out what to say. A few paces away you seem to become aware someone in the crowd is moving not just around you but toward you. Looking up from your seated position our eyes meet as you close out your call, "Love you too."
Banking on all of that flirting and tension of the past I decide to risk a bold hello, "I would have settled for a hello Shannon but I guess I can take an I love you after this long. How have you been?"
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