Another Option

Jonny knew that for his exclusive brand of fun, there were very few places that beat the arrivals lounge at the airport. The spice of variety amongst the passengers travelling in from far and wide never let him down.

Sometimes, he would wait for flights from specific destinations with a more focused passenger base. But on most visits, he would just bank on the luck of the draw in what the first arrival would be. He could end up snagging a gaggle of teenage girls fresh home from somewhere tropical. Or he could snag a lithe Asian back home from visiting family. And who could say no to an air hostess on a stopover every now and then?

Arriving at terminal, Jonny readied his mind for the task at hand. The local airport was big enough to take flights from all over so his choice in terminal often just hinged on which was closest. Using his usual powers of persuasion to gain an easy entry, it was long before he found where he was looking for. Scanning the boards, he looked for the soonest arrival.

G2: 18:20 PRAGUE

'Interesting. A bit of a wildcard from Czechia' Jonny thought to himself. A big city flight could mean all kinds of options to play with. But with fifteen minutes until the gate opened, he'd have to wait. Grabbing a free newspaper from a nearby kiosk, he found a seat opposite the gate and took the time to read. Sometimes he cared for the news, others he couldn't care less. Occasionally, he'd laugh at the odd local stories caused by his antics. Nothing on display today however.

The fifteen minutes flew by quickly and sure enough, the doors to the gate swung open like clockwork. Jonny watched on with hawks eyes from behind his paper, on the prowl for his prey. As the passengers began to trot out with their luggage, he began to single out some options.

The first were a pair of white girls who looked in their late teens.

The first was a short redhead, her long hair dropped over her left hand shoulder. She wore a baggy, red college sports jumper, tight green shorts and matching sporty trainers. She didn't quite look Eastern European, her face a bit rounder. Like marmite to some men, but it was what Jonny like to call a 'dirty face'. Mischievous and flirty. Her persuasiveness was in her figure however. Toned thighs, thin waist and a peach of an ass. If the puppies under hidden under her jumper matched up, she could be a treat.

Her friend on the other hand was taller and slimmer, yet certainly pretty of her own right. She had a cute face was piercing green eyes, a small septum piercing through the nose and shoulder lengh hair dyed pink. She wore a black hoodie, unzipped low enough though for Jonny to see her short tank top beneath, cut off at the midriff to show her flat stomach. Her longer legs were encased in a tight pair of jeans with vans trainers.

The two were up his street for sure, but the other option he spied was making him second guess.

This option was a gorgeous, dark skinned black girl who looked to be in her thirties. She had delightful curly hair coming down to her shoulders and a charming smile encased by ruby red lips. He couldn't see her eyes on account of her sunglasses. From her dress sense however, Jonny could tell she had a bit of money. Her fancy jewelry was evident all over, from necklace to braclets and watch. She wore a designer brand jumper that was cut off over the shoulder. It was tight enough to highlight her generous bust, his estimates at D Cup at least. Her long legs and shapely ass were incased in some equally snug three quarters lengh trousers, while she strutted on some platforms heels. She was talking to someone on the phone as she stopped momentarily with her suitcase. Two stickers adorned it; one of the South African flag and the other of a well know dance college.

'Maybe she's a dancer then? I could always use a way into showbiz' Jonny pondered. His options were weighed up before him, but his window of opportunity was short. His guessing game would need a winner before they faded into the crowd and out of sight.

What does he decide?