Romance in the Air
A Short, Steamy Romance Story With a Twist

She grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into her room. Then she quietly shut the door and we were alone. I had never met her before, but felt compelled to follow her instructions.

She approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, soothing voice close to my ear. "Just relax."

Without warning, she suddenly reached down, and I felt her soft, knowing hands start at my ankles, gently probing, moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily.

My breath caught in my throat. I'd never had a woman touch me like this before. I felt I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. Her touch was so experienced, so sure.

When her hands moved up along the inside of my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. But her knowing fingers skipped to caress my abdomen, my ribcage.

And then, as she cupped my firm, full breasts in her hands, I inhaled sharply, not knowing whether to run, to shout, or to just surrender. Paralyzed by a flood of mixed emotions, I could only wait in anticipation.

Probing, searching, knowing what she wanted, she brought her hands swiftly to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and gently used her fingers to pull apart the soft mounds of my buttocks. Although I knew nothing about this woman, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.

This is a woman who is used to taking charge, I thought. A woman not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A woman who would tell me what she wanted. A woman who would look right into my soul and say ...

"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

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