She always got to Heathrow far too early. In her mind it was better to be sitting around twiddling her thumbs or shopping than to stress that she might miss her flight. She once had a near miss going to Singapore and quite frankly, she nearly had a nervous breakdown getting there, so it just wasn’t worth the hassle. Check in was deserted so she walked straight up to the counter. She always looked smart when she flew, it was always worth asking for an upgrade and after flashing her best smile, she was upgraded to Business Class free of charge. Now, that put a spring in her step as she walked to departures. She needed this, her husband’s words were ringing in her ears as she drove to the airport: ‘You don’t need to work now, why are you bothering to go?’ She was her own woman and besides she liked to have her own money to spend. Anyway, this was an opportunity not to be missed. That conversation had annoyed her and she had stormed out driving herself today, which was unusual. Let him stew for a week. After security, she felt she needed a coffee and headed for the only place open, it seemed. She sat down and was served immediately and they brought a newspaper too, which impressed her, although she hadn’t asked for one. Maybe they felt that a single woman needed something to hide behind? Across the restaurant she could feel someone watching her, it was just a feeling. She carefully looked up to see a smartly dressed man in jeans and a shirt smiling at her. She did the classic look behind her and then blushed as she realised he was smiling at her! Did she know him? Did she have something round her mouth? She checked anyway. He smiled again and so she thought, what the hell and flashed one of her bestest smiles back, what harm could it do, she thought? She finished her cappuccino and was about to leave, when she saw him get up and make straight for her. He stood in front of her and said nothing, just smiling, and what a gorgeous smile it was too. ‘Hello’ she said, slightly dry in the mouth, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he reached down, not taking his eyes off of her and took her hand. She looked down at her small hand in his and looked back at him. His hands were soft, not a manual workers hands. She couldn’t explain why, she knew that he wasn’t a bad person and wouldn’t hurt her. She self consciously looked around and noone was about, he lead her out of the restaurant and through chairs and duty free shops until they came to a corridor which had no lighting and looked deserted. He was in front of her now and stood in front of a side door, which, with a ‘click’ opened into a dark corridor. They walked along this corridor, her heart racing half scared, half excited. The air smelt new, plaster and paint and new carpets. He stopped at another door, which also opened with great ease and he held it open while she walked in. As she passed him, he looked into her eyes. It was as if he looked into her soul and could see right inside her, this was unnerving!! The room was dimly lit but she could just make out the shaped of a bar, not kitted out yet and tables but it was unused. Looked like a future VIP lounge she thought but as she did this, she could hear him locking the door and placing a large chair in front of it. He walked towards her with that smile, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. He gently put his hand on her waist and pulled her towards him by placing a small amount of pressure in the small of her back which put shivers up her spine. What was he doing? What was he going to do? He’s gonna kiss me, she thought, but he softly and sensually kissed her neck. She could feel her legs starting to wobble now. Noone had made her feel like this and all her inconfidence seemed to melt away. He lifted her with one arm onto the table. She was always worried about her weight and had been made to feel so drab and unworthy lately, he didn’t even flinch. Gently he cupped her breasts in his hands and lovingly looked at them. She could feel her nipples yielding and tightening in her bra. He then reached down her thighs and could feel through her skirt that she was wearing hold-ups. She always wore them, they made her feel good, she couldn’t stand tights. He smiled at this and slowly started to lift her skirt to reveal the tops of the hold ups and her g-string. Thank god she wore the matching set, she giggled internally. He then started to kneel and gently moving her g-string aside, she could feel his finger start to explore. He smiled more and looked surprised and proud as he withdrew his finger for her to taste. It was wet and tasted sooooo good, she always loved the taste of herself. So sweet and yet slightly tart at the same time. Tart, she thought, was that what she was? Should she stop? Should she hell!! This stranger was making her feel better and better about herself, and God knows she needed that. His finger was inside her now and slowly searching inside her, he smiled up at her and then started to kiss the inside of her thigh. She was longing for this, his tongue obligingly moving across her hardness and slowly licking like and ice cream. Mmmmmmm, she was enjoying this and arched her back to put her legs over his shoulders. She wasn’t gonna take long, her whole body twitched with excitement. His tongue slowly licking her then quickly flicking her clit while his finger searched. Then her found it, her g-spot, and massaged it while licking her. He was looking up and his eyes were smiling back up at her as she could feel that familiar, yet lately so fewly felt warmness start to eminate from between her legs. He breathing was quite heavy by now and yet this cum wasn’t gonna be as quick as normal. She was gonna enjoy this, she needed it, craved it, deserved it. She let go, loving the feel of that warm wave of comfort washing over her and she screamed so loudly. Embarassed, she tried to stop the scream with her hand, but he gently reached up to pull her hand away from her mouth and shook his head. He was wanting her to really let go and she did. Wave after wave, each one a little different until she could bare it no longer and stroked his hair to ask him to stop. It was all too much, she hadn’t let go like that in ages. She was exhausted and her cheeks glowed with heat. He gently put her underwear back in place and smoothed her skirt down. She could see he was smiling again and yet he was going to kiss her. He mouth yielded to his and she felt his tongue inside hers, it was an amazing kiss and seemed to last for hours. He pulled away and she could taste herself on her own lips now. She suddenly realised, where was her manners???? He had pleasured her, the least she could do was to return the favour. She reached down and could feel his hardness in his jeans, but he stopped her and spoke. ‘No, it was my pleasure. You are a beautiful, sexy woman and never, ever, let anyone tell you different’. His accent was foreign, French, maybe Italian? Who cares? She felt a little selfish, but the moment was fleeting as she did need this after the way she had been made to feel. He gently stroked her face and felt her hair, smelling it in his hands. She thanked him, his pleasure, he said. He lead her out of the room and back into departures and with a small peck on the cheek, he was gone. She stood for what seemed hours, reliving it all in her head. Did it really happen, oh yes, she could still feel how wet she was. Looking at the departure board, she could see that her flight still wasn’t boarding yet, so she aimlessly wondered round the duty free shops, but her mind kept going back to that room and what the stranger did for her and her self esteem, you cant bottle that. It was special. 30 minutes went by and finally she noticed her flight was boarding at gate 40. She started to walk there, still grinning, still with red cheeks and still with the taste of herself on her lips. At the gate there was a queue already, so she joined it and she could hear the tearing of boarding cards and the small pleasantries from the cabin crew. One voice she knew, it was him! He took the ticket and she could hardly look up, but he said ‘have a pleasant flight, Madam’ and flashed that smile. She smiled back, with confidence and head held high, took her boarding card and walked down the gantry. That smile would be imprinted in her brain, he wasn’t gonna be forgotten.