She walked into the airport bar fidgeting, something she always did when nervous. Took a seat at the end of the bar, making eye contact with each of the weary patrons that shared her need for libation. Soon the bartender came bearing a gift and sat it down in front of her. “From the gentleman, at the end of the bar,” he explained, and she felt her face flush knowing he was here; and he knew what she needed.
The tall shot of tequila was smooth, burning her throat, and waking her already heightened senses. The liquid courage worked as she eagerly looked towards the opposite end of the bar. Staring back was a familiar faint smirk, the magnetic eyes she had flown here to gaze into. She smiled back with flushed cheeks and felt a touch of panic in the back of her throat as he left his seat and approached her.
As he came to sit next to her, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. His gaze never left hers -and he smiled as her face flushed once again. Her breath hitched in her throat at finally being this close to him, the man she knew intimately, yet had never met. As the barkeep passed in front of them, he ordered two more shots- soon she would be tasting that sweet elixir that removed the last veil of inhibition that shrouded her. He took the shot glass from her hand as she drank it down, his touch felt electric.
Turning to her, he suggested they go to his apartment. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating,-as this was the whole reason for the whirlwind trip. Did she dare to follow this stranger to whom she had become so close? Her voice cracked when her snap decision in agreement fell from her lips—he grabbed her hand and her bag and she followed him out of the bar, into the bustling airport.
A million questions swirled through her head….doubting she could go through with something so dangerous and bold, but her soul dared her, so she followed him out of the airport into the night air. Sensing her trepidation he stopped suddenly and turned to face her.
Putting down her bag he took her face into his hands and slowly placed his mouth on hers, feeling the instant heat between them. She got lost immediately in his touch, felt his lips command hers, and knew for the first moment since boarding the plane that she was exactly where she wanted to be. His hungry lips begged her to become his own if only for a few nights. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up into his inviting eyes.
Not wanting to waste the moment she had longed for since his first hello, she crushed her lips against his. She felt the familiar stirring inside her and the hungry moan in the back of his throat told her his desires were very genuine as well. Shallow breathing and seeking tongues took control of the moment and suddenly time was a friend, and seemed to stand still.
They led complicated, separate lives, but this weekend would be all about them.
