Talk to her

You notice that there is an empty seat beside the woman. You close your magazine and stand up. You walk over and ask, "Is this chair taken?” a trace of a smile on your lips.

She looks up at you with her lovely green eyes and says, "Why, no. Please sit down." As you are looking down at her, you see that the top button of her blouse is unbuttoned, giving you a pleasant view of the tops of her breasts and a bit of lacy black bra.

You sit down and inquire, "So, are you delayed here as well, waiting for the flight to Maui?" You make sure you are looking her in the eye. It would not be good to be leering at her chest.

"Yes. I do hate waiting in the airport for hours with nothing to do, but read stupid magazines," she replies, showing you the cover of the movie gossip magazine that she is holding. "So why are you heading to Hawaii?"

"A much-deserved vacation on the beach. What about you?"

"A conference on tort law. Pretty boring stuff. Just a bunch of lawyers who are much too interested in law suits and business suits. Like me," she says with a chuckle at that last comment.

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm John," you say, offering her your hand.

She shakes your hand with surprising firmness, saying, "My name is Lauren. Pleased to meet you."

"Well, I'll bet you're pretty exciting to watch ... in the courtroom. Where are you staying?" you ask with a sly grin.

"The Hyatt in Lahaina. It's supposed to be really fine. Acres of great beaches, excellent dining, luxurious rooms, and even an astronomy center. I'm certainly going to make full use of the facilities. I won't get stuck in conference meetings all day," she says.

By an amazing coincidence, that is exactly where you booked your vacation. "Aha! I'm at the same resort! Maybe we could go have dinner some time or go swimming?" you ask invitingly.

Lauren licks her lips seductively before answering, “You’ve got yourself a date, mister.” She leans closer to you, looking down at your magazine. “So, what are you reading?”

“Just another stupid magazine,” you say as you show her the cover. You blush as you realize that it is the Swimsuit issue of a popular sports magazine.

“Hmm, that’s not stupid. You were just looking at the suits so you could see if you saw the same ones on the beach. Let’s see what they got,” she says teasingly.

You turn to the first page of the swimsuit section. You had just thumbed there before you noticed Lauren. The images of the models gaze at you enticingly, taking sexy, provocative poses.

“They are beautiful,” she says. She actually seems to be admiring the models. As you page through the photo spread, she makes comments about this model’s skin and how good that suit looks on that model and whether the other model’s breasts are real. You get into the sexy banter, making your own comments. The two of you have a fun little fantasy romp through the entire spread. You notice that your skin is warm, and your cock is stiff in your pants. You look over at Lauren, and she seems to be getting excited as well. Her skin has turned pink from her cleavage on up to her face, and she has a sexy little growl to her voice. She has been casually touching your knee and arm in between gestures at the photos.

“Do you have a bikini along on this trip?” you ask with one eyebrow raised. You have an idea where to take this conversation.

“I do. In fact, I put it in my carry-on bag, just in case the airline lost my checked bags. Would you like to see it?” she inquires with a knowing wink. She practically read your mind.

“I’d love too. I wonder where you could change into it?” You start looking around the gate area. You spot your goal. “Come on. I found something.” You grab her hand and help her out of her seat.

When she is standing, you pick up your carry-on bag, wait for her to do the same, and gently drag her across the room. A pay-by-the-hour office cubicle sits off to one side. You pull out a credit card, slide it through the electronic slot, and punch the sequence of keys required to rent it. After a minute wait for credit authorization, the machine displays that you have the room for an hour and the door clicks electrically. You swing the door open, pulling Lauren behind you. The windows out to the terminal have blinds that are currently drawn. You drop your bag to the floor, and Lauren puts hers on the desk and starts unzipping it. She seems very enthusiastic.

“I just bought this last week. I haven’t had a chance to model it to anyone,” she explains. She pulls two small pieces of blue and yellow fabric out of her bag. They barely look big enough to cover a doll. Lauren removes her suit jacket and shoes simultaneously. As she starts to unbutton her white dress shirt, she says, “Turn around. Wait for the swimsuit,” twirling her finger in a circle toward you. She gives you a broad smile, and then bites her lower lip. She looks very turned on.

You turn around and wait, sometimes bouncing up and down on your toes. You whistle tunelessly as you hear cloth rubbing against cloth. Your imagination is in overdrive hearing the sounds of Lauren removing her clothes. Visions of her naked, sucking on your cock, dance in your thoughts. You catch vague reflections of her in the glass which just add to the sexiness of the situation.

After a couple minutes, she says, “OK, you can turn around now.”

You turn and look at her with her arms in the air, mocking the usual model pose from the magazine. She is stunning in her tiny brightly colored bikini: her grapefruit-sized breasts stand straight out from her curvy body, held up by the vagaries of gravity and the grace of the gods. And a very small piece of cloth held in place by thin spaghetti straps. Her groin is almost covered by the triangular patch of a thong bottom. As she turns in a circle, you see that her ass is bare, except for the strings of the thong plunging through her crack. You are speechless at the sight.

“Do you like?” she asks, a piercing, smoldering look in her eyes.

You find your voice and say with a little awe in your voice, “You look gorgeous.” You cannot help but have a painful hard-on. Her body exudes sex.