Hank waited in the airport boarding area for their last short hop home. Veevee had gone to the bathroom a while ago. The airport was dimly lit at this late hour, and many of the waiting passengers were dozing.
A crackly voice announced that their flight was overbooked and they were looking for volunteers to stay over. One young couple, their carry-ons dangling cruise ship tags, agreed to take the offer, but the flight was still overbooked. Hank thought he recognized them from the ship. Just where had he seen them?
In the empty women's restroom, Veevee was washing her hands and absently looking over her sleepy reflection in the mirror. Sleepy, but happy, and glowing from the quickie orgasm she'd just given herself after peeing. She smiled and turned to dry her hands. She faintly heard something on the PA system, but her ears perked up at a soft, wet, rhythmic sound. It was coming from the stall next to the one she had just left. Some woman must have come in quietly, heard her masturbating and decided she needed it too. She felt a little embarrassed, but more excited that she had turned on another woman enough so she was jilling off.
Veevee started to leave but she couldn't resist the guilty thrill of peeking under the partition to see if she recognized the woman's shoes. She saw a pair of chunky gold sandals filled by a pair of mahogany skinned feet with natural pink toenails. But she caught her breath to see that one of the woman's feet was rubbing up against a foot from the *next* stall, a petite foot in a navy blue stocking. Veevee held her breath, and now she could hear two distinct wet rubbing sounds, and some very soft sighs.
Veevee checked her watch, but she couldn't remember their boarding time. Maybe she could check with Hank and tiptoe back in? She blushed, but resolved to see if she could do it. It felt much naughtier to listen unawares to sex than to watch people openly.
Hank finally remembered where he'd seen the couple, and smiled. His cock hardened at the memory. Maybe he and Veevee should stay over with them tonight. But he was probably too tired. He saw Veevee step from the restroom, her face looking extra pink.
"Hank, do we have time..." she started.
"Veevee, what do you think of staying over..." he began. |