A Fantasy Taking Flight

"Kira?" Grant Hooper took a hesitating step toward the woman he'd glanced in profile. "Kira Becket?" The airport was crowded and he bumped into another traveler as he made his way closer to the woman. He'd just pulled on his gloves, drawn up the collar of his coat so he could brave the winter storm outside. The last thing he expected to find was this sudden burst of sunshine before him.

"Grant!" she said turning from the gift shop window to see who had called her. Her smile was as warm and inviting as he'd remembered. She said his name in a way that sounded like a cheerleader's call to morale. The sudden light feeling in the pit of his stomach surprised him when she came to him, her arms opening. Grant, not a particularly demonstrative man most times, didn't hesitate to fold her in a tight embrace, happy to return the hug she offered.

"Grant Hooper," she said pulling away and shaking her head, the smile never leaving her face. "I wondered what ever happened to you."

"I've thought about you too," he said, the wide grin her recognition had created still firmly in place.

There was a time when they'd been friends; flirtatious friends. Living in the same neighborhood for a few years had presented them with plenty of opportunities to run into one another. Between the barbecues, holiday potlucks, birthdays, and myriad other occasions their paths had crossed often.

A lot had changed since the divorce. It wasn't his neighborhood anymore; the people there more his ex-wife's friends than his. They always had been more Judith's friends than his--except for Kira. A month after moving out, Grant hadn't hesitated when the advertising company he worked for offered him a management position three thousand miles away. In the two and a half years since, he missed some of the old gang from time to time, but never had cause to go back.

"I thought that was you, but out here? I thought you hated the east coast." Grant said, his eyes drinking in every nuance of her. She still wore her blond hair past her shoulders, and although she'd gained a little weight, it was right for her. He'd always considered her a little too skinny, but even at that, there was something decidedly alluring about Kira then, and clearly, she had managed to improve with age.

Kira laughed, her blue eyes sparkling the way Grant remembered. "Well, I thought I hated it, but it turns out I don't."

Grant smiled. "Good to hear, good to hear," he said, mentally berating himself for his lack of cleverness. "So," he added, quickly perusing the crowds, "Danny around here somewhere then?"

Kira shook her head, still smiling, but with a little of the light going out of her eyes. "No, no. I'm a clothing buyer for Marcell's and I was just here for a show. I'm actually just on my way back home. Besides, Danny and I divorced a little over a year ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she said grazing his coat sleeve with the tips of her fingers as she tapped him lightly. "Let's not talk about such depressing things. So, tell me? Are you coming or going?"

They both instinctively glanced at the other people around them, all moving as if they were part of an en masse, intricate robotics show, at least half of them bearing luggage and tickets.

"I'm coming." Grant stated, and smiled at the light blush that crept into Kira's cheeks at his words. "I live here. Just got in."

"Oh. Well, welcome home." she said.

The conversation lagged then, and Grant was suddenly aware of how very much he didn't want to say goodbye to Kira just yet.

"Hey, I've got some time before my flight leaves," Kira said quickly. "Would you like to . . . maybe go have a drink with me?"

They sat at a small table against the back wall of the airport lounge, where they had relative privacy. They were oblivious to the crowds anyway as they discussed the old gang; who had children, who was separated or divorced, and cast speculation on whose marriages would last. Although Grant listened, and offered his own viewpoints from time to time, he wasn't as attentive a listener as he should have been. As she moved her hands about while talking, she sent gentle wafts of her floral perfume toward him. It reminded him of the innocent flirtations they had shared, and he was pleasantly surprised that she hadn't changed to a more vogue scent like many women tended to do. Kira paused mid-sentence and gazed into Grant's vivid blue eyes. He'd been sitting with his elbow on the table, fist under his chin, watching her movements, enjoying the sound of her voice.

"You weren't really listening, were you?"

She didn't sound upset, but Grant straightened up and shook his head. "No, I heard you. Uh, you said something about Kevin and Lisa having two kids now." Grant raised his glass and one eyebrow. "See? I heard you."

"Close enough," she said and sighed. He took a sip of his scotch and set the glass down on the table, resting his hand next to it, and running his thumb round the rim absently. Kira set a delicate hand over his. He looked first to her hand, then to Kira's eyes.

"Grant? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," he replied, his voice huskier than he'd meant it to be.

"Did you ever feel as though . . ." Kira sighed and looked to the ceiling. She pulled her hand away, and ran it through her thick tresses. She shook her head and gave a small laugh and a shrug of her shoulders. Before she could reach for her glass, Grant took her hand in both of his. She returned his intense gaze with one of her own.

"Yes," he said simply. "There was always something between us."

Kira smiled, her shoulders relaxing. Grant felt a warm sense of endearment at the relief she displayed. He shared the feeling. She brought her free hand to rest over his. Without conscious thought, they repositioned their hands so their fingers intertwined.

"If I wasn't leaving today . . ."

"Do you have to?" he asked, stroking his thumbs gently over her hands. Kira nodded sadly.

"We still have a little time before you have to go, don't we?" Grant took his hands from hers so he could slide her chair closer to him. He turned in his seat so that her chair was between his legs. "Tell me your fantasies," he whispered, wrapping one arm around her, and with the other, touched the side of her face, letting his fingers trail to her neck. He could feel his own breath warm in the short distance between his lips and her cheek. He pushed a strand of hair back from her face.

"Remember that time you and Judith had that pool party?" she said, her voice low and husky like his own. "It was to celebrate your promotion."

"I remember it. Jason knocked over one of the tables and you ended up with a bathing suit full of barbecue ribs." He said with a low chuckle. He pulled her still closer. Kira readily complied. He tugged at the lapel of her long suede coat and smiled; glad she hadn't taken it off when they sat down. "You still get cold all the time?"

Kira nodded.

"Those short skirts you like must not help. But don't worry. I'll warm you up. Tell me more about that day." Grant kissed the gentle slope of her cheekbone, letting his lips graze toward her ear.

"Well," Kira giggled, "I was a little shocked by what your wife said then. Remember, Judith said I could borrow something of hers? She was in the pool and I think everybody was a little shocked when she said, 'Grant take her upstairs and--'"

"Get her out of those clothes," Grant finished. He kissed the soft skin below her ear.

"You remembered," she whispered.

"How could I forget? The thought of you out of your clothes . . ." His words trailed as he turned her face to his and lightly kissed her lips. When the playful kisses threatened to turn to something more intense, he went back to kissing her jaw, cheek, and neck. "Go on," he breathed.

"I knew you were faithful to your wife, and wouldn't do anything at the time but a part of me wished . . ." She breathed out on a sigh as Grant's lips grazed kisses along her delicate jaw line, from ear to chin, and back, then down the side of her neck.

"Pretend it happened just the way you wished. Let's think of this as a memory."

"You've just rummaged in the drawers for a bathing suit for me, and after finding it, instead of handing it to me, you toss it on the bed. Your eyes are locked on mine, and we both know what's going to happen. I want it so badly, and have for such a long time, I can feel the wetness beginning between my legs already."

Grant pulled her still closer. He wrapped his arm tighter round her shoulders, continuing to kiss her neck and face as his other hand slid down to rest on her leg, just above the knee. Kira slid her hand slowly back and forth from his knee to his upper thigh.

"You're wet now, remembering?" he asked, his hand slowly moving up her stocking, coming to rest just under the hem of her short skirt.

Kira nodded, closed her eyes, and went on.

"You come closer to me, and stand in front of me. You're so close I'm sure you're going to kiss me, but you don't. Instead you reach behind my neck and untie the bikini bra. You hold the strings and pull them gently down to the front so my breasts are fully exposed to you."

Grant slid his hand further up her thigh.

"You study my body and I can see by the way you're looking at my breasts that you're enjoying the view. I'm sure you're as turned on as I am and I look down at your bathing trunks. I can tell you aren't fully hard yet, but I see your cock pulse and that makes me feel even hotter for you."

Kira ran her hand further up Grant's thigh in their nearly secluded little haven in the airport lounge. She moved to reach between his legs, probably wanting to feel his cock grow hard under her hand, but Grant stopped her. He guided her to rub the inside of his thigh without actually feeling his growing erection.

"My breasts are smeared with barbecue sauce. You reach behind me again, undo the clasp still holding the bra, and let it fall to the floor. You look into my eyes again, but still you don't kiss me. You guide me gently to the bed, push me down to sit on the edge of it, and spread my legs open. You kneel before me and begin to slowly, I mean very slowly, lick the sauce from my breasts."

Grant's kisses grew more insistent, his movements similar to those he would use on her breasts. He circled his tongue round, kissing and lightly suckling at the point where her neck sloped to her shoulders. He moved his hand further up her thigh. Kira let her hand come closer to the growing hardness, rubbing his leg from the edge of his pelvis round to his firm ass. Grant clenched his thigh muscles with every movement of her hand. Both of them were grateful for her concealing coat though he was sure she must have been nearly overheating.

"Don't stop now, Kira. Tell me more."

"You . . . lick my breasts clean then slide your tongue up, and you kiss and tongue your way to my lips and kiss me. We neck deeply and frantically."

"Like this." Grant's searching lips met hers and they devoured each other with kisses, inducing a couple at another table within view to get up and leave, with the admonishment, "Get a room." Their departure left the reunited couple in nearly complete privacy.

"Tell me more, Kira. Please." He kissed her face and neck as she continued to share her fantasy.

"You wrap your arms round me and pull me closer to you. I say 'Grant, I want you,' but you don't lift me up further onto the bed like I hope you will. Instead, you go back to trailing kisses over my body as you rub my clit through the material of the bathing suit. I pull you close, clutch your hair, and press your face to my breasts. Once the material of my bathing suit is soaked with my cum, you slip your fingers inside the bikini panties and finger fuck me until I'm sure I'll cum. But you stop just short of my orgasm."

Grant moaned and slid his hand under her skirt. As in the story, he felt her mound through the material of her panties, his cock hard at the wetness of them as he circled his fingers round her clitoris through the thin fabric.

"I know you intend on going down on me, but I know too, I won't be able to stand it." Kira said breathlessly. "I'll scream out loud and bring the whole house running if I let you. Instead I stand up, pulling you up with me, and then I sit back down on the bed again, and pull your trunks off. Your cock is stiff and beautiful pointing right at my face. I kiss the tip of it."

This time, when Kira moved her hand over his hard cock, he didn't stop her. She moved his hand away from her pussy, and deftly lifted her leg across his lap to further shield their actions from view, then unzipped his pants. Grant didn't stop her. He watched as his cock sprang to life, and Kira started to give him a hand job as she spoke. Because of their position, he had to use his other hand now to feel her wetness.

To onlookers, they definitely looked the part of an extremely cozy couple, but their sexual explorations were concealed from view. With their foreheads pressed together, it appeared they were lovers sharing an intimate secret, but no one could know how truly intimate they were. Kira continued her story.

"I lick my lips, then kiss the tip of your cock while my fingernails trail lightly from the base to the tip." She demonstrated and Grant let out a small groan of pleasure. Kira giggled. "You did that then too."

She resumed her slow and steady hand movements over his cock as she spoke.

"I lick round the tip, licking round and round the further I go, drawing you further into my mouth with every movement. When I can't go any further with my tongue, I slide my mouth as far to the base as I can, and suck as I pull slowly back. I do this a few times, before I come to the tip and do the same, only faster with just the tip."

Grant slid his fingers in the side of her panties but Kira stopped him.

"Not yet, Grant." Kira smiled and kissed the bridge of his nose.
"You try to push my head to take you all in, but at first I don't let you. Just when you think your insistence won't work; I take you fully in fast and fuck your cock hard with my mouth. You press your hands against my head and move your cock hard in, making love to my mouth. When your cock hits too hard against the back of my throat, I pull back a little and give a little nip."

Grant stared wide-eyed at his airport lover. "Don't use your teeth!"

"No, here. Look this is all I do. She took his hand and bounced her teeth in a light biting motion on the fleshy part of his palm below his thumb. Grant smiled. "Oh! Okay. Yeah, teeth are fine."

"I do that all the way to the tip, lick round and round again, and then do it all again very, very slowly, always making sure that wherever my mouth isn't on your rod, my hands are. Soon I have you fully in my mouth again, and I can feel your cock pulsing, so I increase the speed again, and let you do most of the work, fucking my mouth while I suck and hold you in tight. With one hand, I fondle your balls, while the other rubs gently, and firmly up the shaft to your ass. Your cock pulses hard and you say--"

"I'm coming." Grant whispered to her. "Seriously. Kira, seriously I'm coming." He quickly reached round her for the small pile of flimsy napkins that came with the drinks. Kira continued her hand job and together they watched his cum spurt onto the napkins. She used the inside of her coat to finish cleaning him up.

"And then?" he asked half out of breath.

"And then you throw me back on the bed. You don't take my bikini panties off. You move them aside and slide your cock inside me."

Grant slid first one finger, then two inside her pussy, pumping her hard. He held her close as she breathed out, "Grant, I'm coming. I'm coming!" He pulled his fingers out reluctantly and held her still closer as her body trembled.

"Flight 793 to Seattle now boarding," the announcement over the loudspeaker stated.

"That's me." Kira said sadly.

"Will you be out this way again any time soon?" Grant asked, zipping up his pants, and discreetly tucking in his shirt.

"Maybe. You ever come out west?" she countered.

"Maybe."

He walked her to the gate and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I'm in the book," she said.

"So am I."

She waved goodbye then turned and walked away. Grant watched her until she was out of sight. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever see her again, or if reality could possibly be as great as the fantasy.