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Subject: {ASSM} "Airport" by deirdre (ff) --  reposted by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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"Airport" (ff)

by deirdre

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was considered by
many to be the enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.
She posted 156 stories in just over two years, using an anonymous
remailer and apparently *never* corresponding with anyone. She was last
heard from in late April 1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with
comments by her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th
anniversary of her "retirement." In the coming months, we will announce
a "deirdre-fest" for next Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or pleasecain@aol.com.

  hj

*****

Disclaimer: my stories are sex fantasies that sometimes include sexual
acts and situations that would be undesirable in real life.  Do not
read this story if reading such things would offend you.  Do not read
this story if you are less than 18 years of age. 


Permission granted to archive, repost on the Internet, or publish in
low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish
in anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an
author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. 


Airport

by deirdre 


Several years ago, not long after I started working, I shared my
apartment with Laura, another working woman. We got along reasonably
well, but actually we both were out a lot and didn't really spend that
much time together. Just about the only thing we did together was eat
supper each night: we got up on different schedules, Laura often went
out in the evenings and when she didn't she often stayed in her room--I
think she would just lie down and read. She made me feel like a
homebody--I went out sometimes too, but I often spent the evening
watching television--something I never saw her do. Even when we were
eating together, she seemed a little stand-offish and I always felt
like we ought to be better friends. 


Well, one day when I was getting supper ready, Laura called and said
she had to work late. I asked her if she managed to get some supper and
she said no--she would make something when she got home and she was
sorry to stand me up when I had taken the trouble to make supper. Well
I went ahead and ate but I left Laura's place set at the table and I
kept dinner warm for her. She finally arrived at 8:30PM and I was glad
I went to the trouble: she was completely worn out, hungry, and looked
eternally grateful when she realized I had things ready for her to eat.



Well, she sat down to eat and I served her, then sat with her. She
thanked me profusely and ate, but she still looked ready to drop. I
asked if she was tense and offered to massage her shoulders. Once again
she was grateful and told me how tense her job was making her as I
worked the knots out of her shoulders. I was really feeling good about
being able to do something for Laura and felt like we might become
better friends. 


But I realized she wasn't eating while I massaged, so I stopped and
told her to eat--that I would continue after supper. She said that
would be heavenly, then asked if I could do her a favor just for this
evening: that her shoulders and back were very tense and could I give
her a real massage after supper instead of just doing her shoulders? I
told her I would do my best, and after supper she said she would change
and call me. When I got into her room, she was laying face- down on the
bed with nothing on except a towel covering her rear. I sat down beside
her and started working on her shoulders and back. I did my best for
about 10 minutes after which she thanked me again. Then she offered to
do my back in return and wouldn't take no for an answer. She sat up,
wrapping the towel around her body and told me to take off my jeans and
sweatshirt and lie down, face down, on the bed. When I was lying there,
she sat down beside me, unhooked my bra, and started working on my back
and shoulders. 


Soon after that, she told me she was used to giving massages sitting on
the person's back and she got up on the bed and straddled me,
continuing my massage. I felt funny to have her sitting on my rear end
with just my panties between her and me, but since it was really just
my own prudish mind, I did my best to not let on. Then she cursed the
towel and said we shouldn't stand on ceremony and she took the towel
off! Now I definitely felt funny. I couldn't see Laura, but to know she
was sitting there naked... well, after she started massaging me again,
I didn't dwell on it. After a heavenly massage, she got off, and when I
looked up she had a robe on. She offered me the towel which I wrapped
around myself, and carried my clothes back to my own room. 


Well, Laura and I didn't start an instant friendship--she still seldom
spoke to me--but a couple of nights later she mentioned how pleasant it
had been to get a massage in the evening and suggested that we do it
again. I was all for it, and that night I went to Laura's room again.
She was in her robe whereas I was still dressed. She said I could go
first this time and I stripped down to my panties again and she got on
top of me again. Again the massage was lovely. When her turn came, she
convinced me to straddle her to give her the massage and she had a
towel over her rear. We were put in the position of seeing each other:
me in panties and her nude while we were switching positions--again I
felt embarrassed, but I avoided staring and hid my self-consciousness. 


After that second night we traded massages almost every night. Within a
couple of days, Laura convinced be to dispense with my panties and we
just had our rears covered with a towel while laying there. We got
comfortable around each other nude and my self- consciousness
disappeared. It got so I really looked forward to those evening
massages and I remember dreaming about them once. 


Well, we went on like that for weeks, and though it seemed like Laura
didn't go out as often, we still didn't talk any more--Laura was still
very quiet around the apartment. But we did share those evenings, and I
enjoyed her company. 


But after about a month, Laura found out she was transferred and would
be moving to the west coast in a matter of days. She had been working
late a lot of nights and apparently it was preparation for some kind of
company expansion. I told her how much I would miss her and secretly
dreaded giving up our nightly massage sessions. Well the day drew
nearer and nearer until finally it was the Saturday when she would be
flying west. 


That morning Laura suggested that we give each other a massage one last
time. It was actually a weird suggestion, but she was obviously feeling
the same kind of friendly intimacy in those sessions that I was and it
seemed natural. She lay on the bed with just the towel over her and I
massaged her as usual, feeling her soft skin under my hands, thinking
about how I would never feel it there again. When it was my turn, she
surprised me and didn't get up and straddle me like usual--instead she
sat next to me and took the towel and wrapped it around her body. I was
laying there nude and though I had just been straddling her nude, I
felt funny because this wasn't our routine. She massaged my shoulders
and my back and as usual it felt heavenly. Then she brought one hand
right to my rear, and before I knew what was happening, she was pushing
a finger inside of me! I immediately started to get up, but she pushed
me back down with her other hand! Her finger wriggled and I realized I
was really wet! Then I felt a finger probing my rear hole! I
immediately started breathing hard and before a minute was up, I was
coming as hard as I ever recall! But she didn't stop using her fingers
on me, and I came again and again, almost fainting! I had never come
several times within seconds, and I thought I'd go crazy. 


Finally she let up and when I had settled down, she pulled me up and
pulled me to my room. She went digging in my closet and pulled out a
little skirt and blouse and told me to get dressed! The skirt was
shorter and sexier than I would have chosen to go to the airport, but I
was walking on air and did whatever she asked. She didn't let me put on
any underwear! 


It was time to go. I felt like I was in a dream--I drove to the
airport, parked the car and we walked out to the gates. The part of the
airport we walked to was obviously brand new and not all the gates were
in use. Laura drew me behind a ticket counter at a gate that wasn't
operating yet. She guided me to the window, right up to the glass so I
put my hands against it to steady myself. Looking out, there were jets
and airport personnel driving baggage trains and other trucks and
things. Her hand was in my back. I felt her lift my skirt in back! I
was afraid someone might come around the ticket counter and see us. She
pushed a finger against my rear hole. I couldn't believe this was
happening! Then she pushed it inside. Immediately I was breathing hard!
Soon she was sliding two or three fingers in and out of my rear hole! I
was afraid to turn my head and look around! I came, and I think if she
hadn't been pressing me against the glass I would have collapsed. I
couldn't believe I could come like that, in that place, in that
position! 


When I had caught my breath she released me and I turned around. There
was a woman standing by the ticket counter watching us! She didn't look
shocked or anything, she was just standing there watching. She was
dressed in a skirt and white blouse--I thought she might be a
stewardess. Laura picked up her bags and walked over to the woman. She
handed the bags to the woman, who then turned around and walked away
together! While they were walking away, Laura patted the other woman's
rear end a couple of times. Laura never looked back at me, but the
other woman did, once. 


Those images of Laura have stayed with me ever since. Whenever I
interview someone to be my apartment-mate, I always think of Laura and
I can't help but look for someone who might start something with me
like Laura did that last day. I've had several apartment-mates over the
years, but none anything like Laura.




		
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