Laura Dowd entered her apartment and grinned from ear to ear as she was greeted by moans and slick, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh coming from her bedroom. Her fiancé, Jim, was undoubtedly in her bed watching porn, again. Jim had booked the day off to cook Laura an early dinner so that they could work on the final details for their wedding. Laura left work shortly after one o’clock that afternoon, with the intention of surprising Jim.
Laura became instantly aroused at the thought of feeling Jim’s long, thick cock slide inside her. Planning their wedding had turned in to a much more tedious and stressful experience than either of them had imagined. Laura silently slipped off her stilettos and tiptoed to her bedroom, making as little sound as possible. She wanted to surprise her fiancé, and, hoped to catch him stroking his fully erect cock.
“We both could use a good fucking,” she softly chuckled to herself. Making sure that her voice was not louder than the fucking noises coming from the television in her bedroom.
For a fleeting instant, as she approached her bedroom, Laura thought it strange that the bedroom door was closed. She quickly dismissed the observation as she wiggled out of her tight, body-hugging dress. She needed a hard and intense fuck, as surely as her husband-to-be also needed sexual release. She imagined the look on Jim’s face when she opened her bedroom door and he saw his future wife wearing only a black lace bra and a matching thong.
She was going to saunter seductively to her bed, and climb onto it on all fours with her round, firm ass facing Jim. She would look over her shoulder at him and coo, ‘You pick which of my holes you want to fuck.” With a lusty coo she would order, ‘After you give my ass a good, hard spanking.’
Laura had never been spanked. But whenever she fantasized about being spanked, she would become instantly aroused and her pussy would drip.
Her pussy clenched tight and she shivered with anticipation at the thought of feeling Jim filling the hole of his choice with hot cum. Laura turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the bedroom door open. The sight that greeted Laura made her dizzy and nauseous. It took a few seconds for her brain to process the scene she was witnessing. Jim was on top of a woman; he had her legs trapped and spread wide in the crook of his arms, as he pumped her visibly slick and spread pussy with animal-like vigor - in Laura’s bed.
Laura watched on in disbelief and horror as she slowly recovered from the initial shock of witnessing the man she loved cheating on her. Neither Jim nor the mystery woman was aware that they were being watched. The woman had her face buried in Jim’s chest, and Jim had his face buried in a pillow.
Laura began to shake uncontrollably as her shock turned into rage. She clenched her fists with white-knuckled force and screamed out at the top of her lungs, “How could you? Get out of my apartment and take your whore with you! I never want to see you again!”
Jim rolled off the mystery woman and stared dumbfounded at Laura. The mystery woman shrieked and sat up in Laura’s bed. Laura became more infuriated when she recognized her. It was Cindy, one of Jim’s colleagues from the Law Firm he worked at.
Laura burst out in tears and sobbed uncontrollably when she realized that Jim had probably been fucking Cindy all the time they were engaged. She grabbed the door jamb with both her hands and leaned against it to steady herself on her trembling legs and shut her eyes tight. All the nights that Jim had to work late he most likely spent fucking Cindy.
Jim spoke, but Laura couldn’t decipher a single word that he was saying. She was in a daze. She realized that in that instant her entire life had been changed forever. She felt alone, abandoned, betrayed and despondent, and felt certain she was the world’s biggest fool for not suspecting she was being cheated on. She closed her eyes and felt her heart being shattered as her world as she knew it came crumbling down around her and turned to dust.
Laura gathered up all the courage she could muster, she threw on her dress, grabbed her purse, and ran out of her apartment. She had no idea where she was going to go. But she knew that she could never step foot inside that apartment - ever again.
December - Six months later.
Laura shivered in the subzero Chicago night air as she stepped out of the taxi. The taxi driver released the trunk’s latch and took out two suitcases. Laura paid and thanked the driver. She stood defiantly still against the wind’s sting upon her cheek as she stared at one of the many large glass doors of Chicago’s O’Hare International airport. She took a deep breath and exhaled the air from her lungs slowly. Her breath turned to vapor in the cold air and a strong gust of wind swirled it away.
Laura smiled to herself. In a few hours she would be on a different continent. For the next two weeks she would be a nameless stranger to everyone she crossed paths with. For the next two weeks she would be spared answering the same questions her friends and family had relentlessly asked since they had learned of her cancelled wedding.
Laura gripped the handles of the two suitcases and walked towards the glass doors of her freedom with her head held high and purpose in her step.
She approached the British Airways Airline counter and was greeted politely by a young man. The young man confirmed her flight details and reminded Laura of the two hour and thirty minute layover at London’s Heathrow airport. Laura checked her two suitcases and made her way to the boarding gate with a carryon bag in hand and her oversized purse dangling from the crook of her arm.
With a two-hour wait until she had to board the plane, Laura purchased a coffee and took a seat in the airport’s lounge area. After making the obligatory phone calls to friends and family, to inform them that she was waiting for her flight, Laura took a book out of her purse and settled back in her seat to read.
London - Heathrow Airport.
Thomas Enwistle took a deep breath and counted to ten before slowly releasing the air from his lungs. He was looking out at the runway that his plane would be taking off from in a few hours. He clenched his jaw and cracked his knuckles, and swore under his breath. Thomas was terrified of flying. His preferred mode of transportation was driving or taking trains whenever work required him to leave London.
Thomas was a highly sought after architect. The firm he worked at had asked him to fly to Prague in the Czech Republic, to meet with a group of Russian engineers at the request of a Russian billionaire who was determined to build the tallest and most expensive building in Moscow. Thomas had designed the behemoth structure; he thought it to be one of his greatest achievements. The thought of other engineers and architects modifying his design, for the sole purpose of lowering the multi-million dollar price tag, did not sit well with Tom. It wasn't a matter of pride that had Tom dead set against the modifications that would be presented to him. If enough corners were cut in the construction of the building, a catastrophy could be imminent.
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Laura and the other passengers disembarked the plane at Heathrow. She made her way to the lavatory and freshened up before making her way to the lounge area. Laura purchased a coffee and a sandwich and found a seat. She took her book from her purse and began to read to pass the time until she had to board the plane for the final leg of her flight.
The scent of cologne caught Laura’s attention and tore her away from the book she was caught up in. She thought it peculiar that such a subtle aroma amidst much more prominent scents ranging from food to overpowering perfumes, and the fumes of aircraft fuel would have the most profound effect on her. The scent disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She fought the urge to look up from the pages of her book and scan the crowd for the man wearing the cologne. The whiff she had caught had left Laura wanting more.
Hurtful memories were conjured in her mind; she huffed and discarded the urge to look up. ‘Men!’ she muttered the word like a curse under breath. Laura placed her book back into her purse when a voice over the loudspeakers announced her flight was ready to be boarded.
She made her way to the departure gate and waited in line to board the plane. Laura caught the subtle scent of the cologne again. This time she couldn’t help herself from turning around and scanning the crowd.
A voice snapped her back to the moment. “Next please,” the gate attendant called out. Laura turned back around and made her way to the attendant. As she made her way down the hallway connected to the plane, she looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd one last time. She chuckled to herself at how she was behaving. ‘Men!’ she reminded herself again.
Laura made her way to her business class seat. The seats were coupled in twos. She draped her three-quarter length, hooded winter coat over her seat and sat down. She took out her book and began reading. Other passengers walked past her and took their seats. Laura caught their movements in her peripheral vision and tried to block out their voices.
A tall, dark figure shuffled slowly past the empty seat on her left. A split second later the scent that had intrigued Laura was in the air. As hard as she tried not to look up at the shadowy figure walking past her, she gave in to her curiosity and lifted her head.
He stopped and looked down at the empty seats in front of Laura’s. She openly stared at his motionless form draped in a finely tailored, dark blue suit. Laura took him in; his dark, neatly brushed back hair, broad shoulders and slim, tight waist were very appealing to look at.
Laura swallowed hard and welcomed the fluttering sensation in her belly. Sexual arousal was a sensation that she had not experienced in far too long a time.
‘Don’t look at his ass!’ she cautioned herself in her mind. ‘If you don’t look at a guy’s ass, you’re not officially checking him out!’
Laura stifled a chuckle at the silly words she had remembered one of her girlfriend’s say to her a long time ago. She let her eyes roam over the man’s ass and smiled to herself. ‘He’s probably a man-whore,’ her mind told her. Her smile broadened and she thought, ‘But damn he looks and smells good.’
Laura kept her eyes glued on the mystery man with a school girl grin on her face. Suddenly, he turned around. Laura cleared her throat, shifted in her seat and shot her eyes back to the pages of her book and turned the page. She only caught a fleeting glimpse of the side of his face.
‘Please don’t sit next to me’, Laura looped the words over and over in her mind, like some mystical chant to ward off evil spirits, as he made his way back towards her. She was in a panic. If the man spoke to her, she would look up at him for only a split second, nod, and go back to reading her book.
“Hello,” he said to Laura and he sat down next to her.
Laura nodded without looking up from her book and muttered back, in a dry, tight voice, “Hello.”
Laura turned another page of her book and waited anxiously if the good smelling man would say anything else to her. The minutes passed between them in total silence. Part of Laura was relieved, but another part of her was, as strange as it seemed to her, flat out disappointed.
A voice came over the speakers and announced the plane would take off shortly and for the passengers to take their seats and buckle their seatbelts. Laura placed the book on her lap and locked the seat belt tightly around her hips. She took the opportunity to shift in her seat and steal a glance out of the corner of her eye at the man’s face that was seated next to her, and get another whiff of his cologne.
His forehead was glistening with moisture; a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face as he fumbled with unsteady hands to buckle his seatbelt. Laura looked at his face longer than she had intended to. She thought him to be very handsome; she didn’t want to stop looking at his face. He looked to be in his early forties. The clanking sound of the metal ends of the seatbelt drew Laura’s eyes to her seating companion’s lap.
When he noticed Laura staring at him, he chuckled nervously and apologized, “I am sorry. I don’t like flying.”
Laura tilted her head to the side and looked into his dark brown eyes. His face was covered in a thin film of sweat. “You’re afraid of flying?” Laura asked. Before he could reply, she muttered under her breath, “That is so adorable.”
“Terrified would be a more accurate description,” he chuckled nervously. “I avoid flying whenever I can. And I can assure you, that for me, this is anything but adorable.”
Laura blushed instantly. She hadn’t intended for him to hear the adorable comment. She cleared her throat and said, “Let me help you, please.” She unlocked her seatbelt, twisted her body and leaned in towards him; she gently placed her hands on his hands and assisted in lining up the ends of the seatbelt. The two ends locked together and he sighed in relief. Laura inhaled the scent of his cologne and was tempted to lift her head and brush her lips across his cheek. Her belly fluttered again.
“Thank you,” he smiled. “My name is Thomas Enwistle. My friends call me Tom.”
“You are most welcome, Tom. I’m Laura Dowd,” she smiled back. Laura chuckled when she realized her hands were still holding on to Tom’s. “Sorry,” she added, and released his hands.
While the flight attendant was demonstrating the pre-take-off service, Laura touched Tom on his shoulder and whispered, “You are not dressed for maximum comfort for a flight.”
Tom leaned closer to Laura and replied, “I read an article that recommended keeping your daily routine unchanged, and dressing in what you are most accustomed to, when flying. It is supposed to subconsciously alleviate the anxiety associated with flying.”
“Does it work?” Laura asked. Having Tom’s lips so close to hers caused her pussy to clench. She felt moisture begin to build between her legs, and squeezed her knees together. A small shiver ran up her spine.
Tom shook his head. “Sadly, no.”
“May I?” Laura asked and pointed to Tom’s blue and mauve tie.
He nodded. Laura loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his crisp, white shirt. She patted his muscular chest and said, “If you’re going to be anxious during the flight, you might as well be comfortable in your clothes.”
Tom smiled and said, “Thank you, Laura. You are a very charming and very kind young lady. I appreciate your kindness and understanding.”
Laura smiled to herself as she leaned back in her seat. It felt good to her to look after a man again, and have her efforts, regardless how small her gesture might have been, appreciated. The smile disappeared from her face; she closed her eyes and waited for the ugly memories to inevitably return to her. When the hurt returned, it wasn’t as painful as it previously had been.
Laura kept her eyes closed and savored the moment. It had been a long time since the painful memories hadn’t immediately and completely erased any feeling of contentment that had somehow managed to creep inside her. She opened her eyes when she felt the plane begin to move and turned to look at Tom. He was looking straight ahead, his jaw clenched, beads of sweat pooled on his brow, and his shoulders stiff and tight. She placed her hand on his hand that gripped the armrest tight. He was startled by her touch. He turned to look at Laura and smiled unconvincingly at her.
The plane increased its speed along the runway. Tom gripped the armrest tighter. Laura squeezed his hand tighter.
“I love your cologne. What is it?” Laura asked as the wheels of the plane lifted off the ground.
“What?” Tom asked through a clenched jaw and with labored breath.
Laura placed her other hand on Tom’s and repeated the question. “Your cologne is intoxicating. What is it? Who makes it?”
Tom looked into Laura’s eyes and replied. “Burberry. It’s made by Burberry. As is my suit.”
Laura winked at him and replied, “You smell great and look fetching in that suit, regardless if it isn’t the wisest choice to fly in.”
He forced a smile and replied, “I assure you that I feel anything but fetching at this particular moment, Laura. If I may, I would like to add, in the unfortunate event that this monstrous flying machine does not perform as it is intended to, that you are the most stunning young lady I have ever had the good fortune of laying my eyes upon, in addition to being charming and kind.”
Laura laughed and said, “You most definitely may, Tom. We’ll be on the ground again in no time.”
Laura closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. The purging of all the stress in her body that had accumulated over months had left her exhausted.
Laura was awoken by a crackling voice over the loudspeakers. She opened her eyes and yawned. It took her a moment to realize that her hand was still holding Tom’s. She looked up at him and found him smiling down at her.
“Hey you,” she spoke the words lazily and much too comfortably and familiar for the situation. “Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed and pulled her hand away from Tom’s.
Tom chuckled and replied, “No need to be sorry. You were sleeping so peacefully, Laura. I dared not move and risk waking you. Watching you sleep and the touch of your hand did alleviate some of my anxiety.”
Laura felt her cheeks grow hot. She had slept for almost an hour whilst holding a stranger’s hand.
Tom chuckled at watching Laura’s cheeks flush red. In a gentle voice he whispered, “Who is adorable now?”
Laura laughed. She turned to look at Tom and replied, “You are not a man who…” She caught herself at the last second and stopped herself from uttering the word ‘whore’. She made a production out of coughing and clearing her throat. She patted her chest and apologized, “Excuse me. The air in the cabin is very dry. What I was going to say was that you don’t look like a man that is afraid of flying.”
Tom replied, “Well, Laura, you look exactly like I thought you’d be. I will confess to noticing you as you made your way to the boarding gate. Your gait was light, yet it had purpose. I was especially fond of how your jaunty, blonde ponytail moved in perfect rhythm to your steps.”
A voice over the loudspeakers announced that plane was ready to land and for the passengers to put their seats in an upright position and fasten their seatbelts.
Tom held Laura’s gaze and frowned, “Hmmm. It is cruel that the only flight I have ever enjoyed turned out to be far too short.”
Laura didn’t want to part ways with Tom to never see him again. She gathered her courage and ignored the conflicting thoughts in her mind. “I’m in Prague for two weeks with no itinerary. I bought a ticket on a whim. I needed a change of scenery. Do you live in Prague, Tom?”
Tom smiled and shook his head. “I reside in London. I normally drive or take trains when travel is required for work. I’m in Prague for four days to sort out a time-sensitive crisis of sorts. I doubt I will be able to get away and take you for a proper dinner to show my appreciation for your kindness. But I will shuffle my schedule if you would be interested in having lunch with me.”