He held me tightly, bound to him by my willingness and his sheer strength. There was no place on earth I’d rather be, I was in no danger of escape now. His arms around me, his hardness pressing against the undersides of my thighs gave me a sense of comfort and safety I’d never expected. As his tongue probed mine, the scruff of his unshaven skin sent chills through me. His scent surrounded me and I was suddenly anxious to feel the bareness of his skin. My hand slid behind his neck, down the back of his shirt. The muscles there were mammoth. He was a work of art on so many levels. My mind hurried to imagine what he’d look like unclothed.
He may have been wondering the same thing; his hand went between us and felt my heaving breasts over my tank top. Our backs were facing the airport walkway, so I had no trepidation about anyone seeing us. That is if anyone had been adventurous enough to go to the airport during a hurricane. Consciously I willed his hands to reach beneath the fabric and calm my raging nipples. Our minds and bodies seemed melded, and his hand slowly lowered below the thin fabric of my bra. He pulled his lips from mine and glanced down to watch his fingers slide beneath my pink lace bra. Hard nipples met his fingers with delight as he examined the paleness of my breasts. Steam rose from his eyes as he looked up into mine. Desire oozed from his every pore and the hardness beneath my thighs was like concrete. “Mattie, please,” he whispered. Even through a whisper his voice was unsettled and rasped.
“Where? Here?” I groaned. Desperation to have him had long overcome my sense of decency. Travis seemed a distant memory. I chuckled a little thinking that clearly my morals were mysteriously missing as well.
Anxious, he scanned our location; there was not a single person in sight. Then he circled in on the ticket counter. Lifting me as he stood he walked us to the counter. He stood me on the ground as he hastily yanked my sorority blanket from my bag. He spread it on the floor behind the counter and bent to lift me again. This time he kneeled and gently laid me on the floor on my blanket. Lowering beside me he sought my lips; they were already roughed and scratched from the pressure of our previous kisses. The prickly touch of his face stung mine, but I welcomed it. I pulled him closer to me on the blanket as our tongues wound together.
He moved over me, hovering carefully on his knees. Tenderly he pulled my tank top until it reached my neck. I lifted my head so he could pull it over, my hair spread across the floor of the airport in a long sheet as he tossed the shirt onto my back pack. He leaned low over me, pulling my breasts one at a time from the hold of my bra. Gently he kissed them, his mouth sending goose bumps across my skin. His hands were large but my breasts were larger. He scooped them, ran his thumb across the hard nipples, licked them, and toyed with them until my mind went blank. The sensitivity of my nipples was almost at a painful state as he took each of them into his mouth and sucked. My hips rose to meet him and my head tilted back as he slowly made love to my breasts with his mouth.
Finally he sat up, again on his knees above me. I watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt. I’d never seen a chest as broad and firm as this, I gawked. The Marine emblem drawn in ink was spread across his heart, and the ripples of his muscles defined each area of his chest. Without a thought my hands reached up to touch the masterful artwork above me. My pale pink fingernails contrasted romantically with the darkness of his skin as I traced his tattoo. His nipples were small and tight, fine hairs around them tickled the tips of my forefinger. He pulled the camouflage shirt from his arms and laid it on top of my shirt on my back pack. Then he studied my face and my neck and my awkwardly strewn breasts. Suddenly he looked uncomfortable. “I’d give my right arm to continue this but I um… well I don’t have…”
“In my back pack, second pocket on the side,” I smiled.
“Oh really? So my little Mattie is prepared for adventure?” He toyed.
“No! No! It’s just; well I was going to meet…” I left the sentence unfinished. Travis had no place here with us.
He leaned over, his legs still straddling me and unzipped the pocket of my back pack. Thick fingers pulled out two foil packs. “Well it sure wasn’t going to be a long visit,” he teased, holding the two condoms in front of me. He examined the packets, “Hmm…what are these? Small?”
I blushed a deep shade of fuchsia. Travis wasn’t particularly big, but they weren’t smalls. He laid the packets on the floor beside us and slid down my thighs. Vast hands found their way to the button and zipper of my jeans. Within an instant they slid from my thighs leaving me uncovered. In a sudden waft of insecurity, my hands flew to cover my breasts. Logan smiled, at my shyness, but his hands were playing with the tiny bands of my pink panties. I watched in interest. It was if he’d never seen a partially naked girl before. The greenness of his eyes smoldered with desire as he slid back above me. He placed another article of my clothing, this time my jeans, onto the pile now forming on my pack. But we were at a standstill, his pants and my underwear separated our skin. I didn’t know what to do. I was far from a virgin, yet somehow this was a virgin scenario for me. Clumsily I felt for the buckle of his pants. His hands moved over mine. “Let me get this.”
I retreated and resigned to watch him unbuckle his pants and lower the zipper. Like a gymnast he went instantly from his knees straddling me to standing over me. I stared in disbelief as he towered above me, his pants sliding down his waist and hips, then his thighs and calves. I traced their every movement intently with my eyes. He looked cautiously over the ticket counter and out into the airport. Then his eyes caught something and his arm raised and he waved to someone. I sat up quickly, chills racing through me. I was naked in the airport and he was bare-chested and waving at someone! “Oh hell!” But in my haste to sit up I didn’t realize that my face was now level with the head of his passion. It hung low in front of me, ominously throbbing. I resisted the onset of intense desire to taste it. Logan was laughing now, “I’m kidding!” He lowered himself back to his knees. “There’s no one there! Just teasing!”
“So not funny!” I accused as his face once more leveled with mine. He smiled devilishly and reached for the gold condom packets. “Now let’s see if I can squeeze into this miniature baggie,” he complained. Even the thickness of his hands weren’t a match for the length and width of his penis. He was right; the condom that would’ve sufficiently covered Travis only passed the head and a few inches of shaft on Logan’s hard prick. “It’ll do I guess. Although I want to point out that I couldn’t care less. I plan on making you mine.” His mouth came forward and our tongues intertwined.
Terror, fear, and downright fright shot through me as he kissed me tenderly. If my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, and certainly they were, his cock was the biggest one I’d ever seen. Of course, I’d only seen one in person and up close, and it didn’t remotely look like this one. It pressed pulsing against the front of my panties its base at my crotch and its tip at my belly button, his huge balls padded against my opening. A shiver passed through me. Logan pulled his mouth from mine, “What’s wrong baby?”
“It’s not going to fit,” I whispered, humiliated. I leaned back flat on the floor and closed my eyes.
Fingers pulled upwards on my eyebrows, “look at me Mattie.”
I’d no choice but to comply. “I won’t hurt you, you can be sure of that.” He stared into my eyes intently. But at the same time he reached over and pulled his pocket knife from his pants pocket. He held the tiny but deadly knife in front of me and stared into my eyes dangerously. Well here it comes; I’m dead now for sure. “Now, the next time you put on that lovely bra only to discover you no longer have matching panties you’ll remember me.” The knife sliced through the side of the panties rendering them useless forever. I breathed a sigh of relief; he’d murdered my panties and not me.
If he’d known that Travis had given me the matching set not that long ago as a gift he probably would have shredded them. He pulled the useless fabric aside and poised himself at my entrance. Massive hands guided his head up and down my slit, across my p
ounding bud and back to my opening. Slickness met him along his journey and he spread it far and wide. My chest was heaving from the mixture of fear and desire. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life but I was sure we’d never be able to consummate our desires.
He pushed his head against my opening; already the thin muscles of my vagina were stretching to accommodate him. His thumb found my clit and pressed it firmly, swirling it into small circles. My concentration was redirected to the needy nub. I could come just from his massage of it; his thumb worked magic. Absorbed by the enchantment my head thrown back onto the floor I didn’t realize that he’d slid inside me. Suddenly the fullness brought me to awareness. I looked down to see the spectacle. His cock was only halfway inside me, his hand still holding it strongly against his desire to impale me completely. He was shaking now, on the verge of desperation.
I’d never been full before, never had I ever felt totally stretched and filled. Astounded by the sensation combined with the swirls his thumb was making on my clit I came to a sudden epiphany. I wanted more. My hips thrust towards him, my calves wrapped as far around his taunt ass as they could pulling him fully inside me. His strength far out matched mine, he held firm in his position. “Are you sure?” he groaned painfully.
“Yes!” I pulled again with my legs until I felt his hand leave his cock and his hips push into mine.
Ecstasy filled me as he slowly slid full length inside me. There was nothing in my pussy that wasn’t being touched by him. He carefully studied my face. “Okay?” he whispered, nearly begging.
I nodded. This man rendered me speechless at every turn. My thighs spread wider, opening as far as I possibly could to allow him room. He moved slowly inside me, retreating and pushing, each miniscule move shot waves of pleasure through my soul. I was no longer aware of anything other than his movements. Each small thrust brought me a small orgasm, each small orgasm was building something. His monumental chest came looming over me, his fingers clutched the airport carpet for balance. A moan of guttural proportions slipped from his lips, “Oh Mattie baby…”
My pink fingernails pushed deeply into his forearms as his cock pressed harder and faster against the wall that separated my pussy from the rest of my body. But I wanted it, whatever it was, so desperately. All of my strength went to my calves, pulling him with everything I had further inside me. He was holding back, a man this strong could easily give me my unknown prize but he was afraid of hurting me.
Quickly I took the palm of my hand and pushed as hard as I could on his elbow. His balance disrupted, he wobbled over me. I used the opportunity to roll over unraveling my thighs from his. His green eyes shot open with clarity and met mine before allowing himself to be rolled onto his back. Now I climbed above him. Grabbing his shaft and forcing it roughly back inside my aching pussy. It felt different from this angle. Now I was in control. Of course it was an illusion but he played along, chuckling at my initiative. He watched my every move as I lifted and lowered myself onto his shaft. I used his chest for leverage until he was fully inside me again. Again the pressure of such a large prick in me sent me into hallucinations. Vague pictures wafted in front of my closed eyes as I pushed my hips against his. I envisioned hours of exploring this wonderful one eyed creature inside me, hours of toying with his lips, days of doing nothing but being in his arms. My skin tingled and my mouth hung open, gasping for breath as I rode him. Orgasm after orgasm raced through me but something was looming ahead. I didn’t know what it was but it pleaded for release.
His hand slid down his chest and to our crashing hips. His fingers found my clit again and pressed against it firmly as his other hand held onto my shoulders. Now his hips lifted meeting my every thrust. The pressure within me had built to an alarming level, my subconscious warned me but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t have any idea what was coming but I wanted it. Logan felt my insecurity; he scanned my eyes looking deep into my soul. “Hold on baby.” He whispered. His hand pushed my shoulder forcing me down on his raging cock harder than I expected. A ripple of pain against some unknown wall inside me brought me to awareness, and then the flood of fruition filled me. Pleasure filled every ounce of me, from the tips of my fingers, to my toes to each hair on my head. My face lifted sharply towards the ceiling of the airport but my eyes refused to open. I flushed; warmth and love flowed into me touching all that I had. I was on a journey, an adventure and I travelled with my body into an unknown land. It was a place of magic, beautiful smells, ripples of excitement and heated flowing waters. Logan’s hand steadied me as I swayed on top of him.
“You okay?” he asked. His voice was deep, low and gruff but it brought me back.
I stared at him as though surprised he was still there below me. “Oh,” was all I could muster.
His hands on my hips held me still as I came back to earth. Finally a pressure inside my chest reminded me to breathe. I gulped a deep gasp of air before bending my waist and laying my cheek across his hairless chest. His arms surrounded me, holding me against him. Vaguely I was aware that his fingers moved my hair from my face. The pounding of our hearts meshed together into an instant rhythm as our breathing began to slow and match. I was weak now, not a muscle in my body. As though all the bones had been removed and I was jello against him. I lifted my head meekly to look at his face. He smiled a relaxed smile as he looked down at me. “I… never…” I started.
His fingers stilled my lips. “Baby, I don’t know what just happened but it’s never happened to me either.” He whispered.
“Strange… chemistry...” I mumbled incoherently before my eyes closed.
Chapter 4
“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!” A rattled voice interrupted my dream. I felt myself being enveloped by strong arms. “OH shit!” Logan’s voice was alarmed. I opened my eyes into the blank stare of the airline attendant.
Logan’s quick reflexes had pulled my sorority blanket around us both, but the fact was that we were naked, asleep behind the ticket counter. Other voices now mingled around us. I was dismayed and out of sorts. “Listen to me carefully; I’m going to stand up. I need you to stand and walk with me,” Logan instructed firmly.
I nodded; unsure of what was going on other than this woman was standing over us. Logan stood and covered us both from the crowd now waiting at the gate. He wrapped my blanket around us both and reached down with his free hand to grab both of our packs. The crowd at the Gate looked stunned, the airline attendant unsure of what to do. A mother quickly covered the eyes of her toddler as we waddled through the aisle past them. Now it came to me what’d happened. My face burned with embarrassment as we scuttled towards the bathroom. Logan must have decided that my pace couldn’t match his; so he lifted me into his arms binding the blanket into position between us; the full power of his size and strength was now evident for all of Washington to see. And to top it all he was laughing hysterically. I pressed my face into the Marine emblem, humiliated as he carried me swiftly into the women’s restroom. He kicked open the handicapped stall door and forced himself and his bulky load inside. My feet hit the floor and I wobbled to right myself. Logan was still laughing. He sat our bags down and pulled the blanket from around himself, rearranging it around my naked body.
“Well there’s one to tell the Grandkids!” He was rolling with laughter as he handed me my clothes.
I stood motionless in front of him; my hands went to my hips. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life!” I yelled obstinately.
Suddenly a serious expression covered his face and he bent low towards me. “Well then my Jewish Princess, it seems like we’re having a lot of firsts here at the airport!” His lips kissed mine purposely. My skin tingled with his simple touch.
“Enough foolishness, get dressed and let’s find some coffee.” But he seemed almost distraught as he pulled away from me in the cramped bathroom stall.
My mind struggled to catch up. “But our flight is boarding!”
He slid on his camo pants and stepped his feet
into bulky boots as he glanced back at me. “I’ve put some thought into that. Do you really need to go? I mean is it that important that you go today?” His bare chest beckoned to me as he spoke.
Confused, I zipped my jeans and pulled my hair into a rushed ponytail. I supposed it really wasn’t that important. Travis could wallow in his own mistakes for a little while longer. Somehow working things out with him just didn’t seem to be on my priority list anymore. What disturbed me was the last of my savings that I’d dumped into the price of the airline ticket. I pulled the ticket from my jeans pocket and read it. There was no mistaking that it was non-refundable if I missed this flight. Logan watched me.
“Here, take mine, it’s an open ticket for any day between now and the tenth.” He held out the paper.
“Why do you have an open ticket?” I mused still not fully comprehending.
He shrugged, “The military changes its mind a lot.”
“Well, weren’t you on the way back to your unit? I mean aren’t they expecting you?”
“Yes and no,” he pulled his shirt over his chest and began buttoning. “I was on the way to my unit but they weren’t expecting me. I just didn’t want to be here, in Washington, so I was going back early.”
It struck me; he’d lived in Washington. It’s where the accident happened, where all things unpleasant had happened in his entire life. The pieces started to fit together, “Isn’t there business that you need to see about regarding your Dad?” He was running and I sensed it. I was the champion of running away from one’s problems which is exactly why I’d been so determined to deal with Travis face to face. It was my way of making a conscious effort to change my irresponsible ways.
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