The Airport

Hurriedly, you jog through the long hallway, your wheeled suitcase rhythmically chugging along behind you. You're way behind schedule and it's way too early for this kind of physical activity, but there's no way you're going to let your horrible physical health make you miss this flight -- your 18th birthday is here, and after almost two decades of having life beat you down, you've resolved to at least enjoy the next month on vacation.

Your small frame begins to slow and your breathing becomes ragged the longer you hustle to your gate, and you frantically try to keep track of the time in your head. You bump into countless travelers: men, women, and children alike, paying them little attention. If you'd been more observant you may have noticed that very few people cry out or confront you about your obviously rude behavior, but you're in a rush, damn it! Who has time to pick up on subtle social cues?

Huffing with exertion and with your cheeks and lungs burning hot, you finally make it to gate 5A. The cute redhead behind the desk is busily typing away at her terminal, not even looking up to notice your arrival. If she was paying attention, she'd almost certainly have to look down to regard you properly considering your height. She seems to be just over 5 feet, pretty small for a girl but practically towering over you. Slamming your boarding pass onto the counter in front of her, you startle her into making eye contact with you.

Here it comes, you think. _The same look every pretty girl has given me ever since I started paying attention to them. First, her pupils will shrink to pinholes, then she'll try to nonchalantly keep her eyes off me. A smile is almost certainly out of the question, and she'll try her best to get rid of me as quickly as possible. _In your current rush, however, you're almost thankful for the disdain you'll receive from the ginger cutie. If it means you'll make it onboard your flight faster, you'll take it.

Smiling, you present your boarding pass to her, impatiently tapping your foot on the carpet below. Amazingly, the girl gives you a smile and tenderly accepts the ticket out of your hand. Her pupils, far from shrinking, have dilated quite a bit and a cute pink blush begins to grace her freckled cheeks. Not even regarding what you just handed her, she leans forward, intentionally or unintentionally giving you a lovely view of the tops of her pale breasts, slightly exposed in her low-cut uniform top, with a stylish, multicolored ascot adorning their swells.

"What can I help you with, Mister?" She coos in a sing-song voice with a slightly Southern tinge. Her large green eyes are like deep emerald pools, and they sparkle dangerously as they linger on you. Her arms push together the flesh of her tits as her eyes widen, and now there can be no doubt that she's doing it on purpose, giving you something nice to look at while you chat. Her teeth are perfectly set and brilliantly white -- this girl must really take care of herself. Unlike you, which is what is currently confusing the shit out of you.

This is the first time in your life a woman has reacted so flirtatiously to you. If you didn't constantly read lewd stories online and watch countless hours of hardcore pornography you aren't even sure you'd recognize flirting, but that is without a doubt exactly what this girl is doing. You're a short, lanky, unkempt loser and this petite redheaded cutie is presenting her tits to you like they're your property. The longer you stare at them, the larger her smile seems to become, until her tongue is running along her perfect teeth in an undeniable display of arousal. If she bites her lip you think you'll cum on the spot.

Fuck. You're running extremely late for this flight your parents bought for you and of course you're being hit on by a young woman for the first time in your life. Not only that, but she seems to practically be in heat, oozing sexuality and tempting you with her body. Just how slutty is this girl?

Well you only have a few minutes to board. Do you ditch your vacation to chat with - you tear your eyes away from her bosom long enough to check her nametag - Grace, or do you find your seat?