Airport

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.