[henabi]

decided to continue with a new post since I have some freetime at work >.< Opps

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“Thank you!” I responded and nodded my head in recognition of his greeting and we strolled past his counter.


Down a metal ramp, we turned left into the baggage area section and further ahead was a looooonnnnngg walk to the security check point.

As we passed the baggage conveyor belt section on my left, there were a few passengers still standing around waiting for their luggage and I recognized some of their faces as they were on the same flight as me earlier on. Luckily I traveled light, I thought to myself, otherwise I would still be wasting time waiting for my luggage.

“What were you and the officer blabbering about back there?” I turned and asked Maria, who was walking on my right.

“Huh?” My question kind of caught her off-guarded, “Oh… Nothing much really…” Maria looked away, trying not to avoid eye contact with me, “Why you asked?”

A loud rumbling and rattling sound came from behind us and a male voice mumbling some sentences were sandwiched between the noise and it was closing in on us fast.

I looked behind me to see what was the commotion was all about and I saw a petite man pushing a long trail of trolleys, rushing towards us.

“%$(*&#*&^#%*&^%!!!” the man raised his voice again and making hand gestures asking us to get out of the way but the rattling of the metal trolleys as they banged against each other was so loud that it actually overpowered the man's shouting and it seemed like Maria wasn’t aware of the situation happening behind us.

In a spur-of-the-moment, I quickly reached out my right arm, grabbed Maria’s left hand and pulled her towards me.

“Hu….h…” Maria surprised by my sudden action and her expression was still wondering what was going on.

As her body was closer to me, I instantly let go of her left hand and shifted my right arm down to her waist area and wrapped my right arm around it, pulling her closer to my body and swung her to my left so that she wouldn’t get injured by any protruding objects. “Careful!” I warned her.

Her body was trembling slightly; perhaps she was a bit taken back by my actions. I gently tightened my grip on her waist, assuring her that I was just trying to prevent her for getting injured. Our fronts were now pressing closely against each other, only the fabrics of our clothing provided that thin barrier denying our bodies from a direct contact.

I looked down at her to check if she was alright. She nodded her head in response. I could feel her heartbeat sending micro, rapid pulsations through our fabrics at first but very quickly it slowed down, giving me an assurance that she was beginning to calm down. For a brief second, my eye sight unknowingly shifted down to the top opening of her white blouse and a deep ravine greeted me. Each breathe she inhaled, her chest would expand forward and upwards slightly, compressing her two mounts against her already tight white collar shirt and pressing it against my chest even more, while making insignificant micro brushings against my chest. The same actions were repeated in reverse as she exhaled. The sweet peach aroma from her hair drifted to my nose every time I took a breath, accompanied by the faint feminine scent of her Estee Lauder perfume.

For that few brief seconds, I was trying to be a gentleman and keep my vision away from her assets, by looking over my right shoulder to ensure whether the man pushing the luggage trolley has passed, but it was an uphill task, because it has been years since a lady was in such an intimidate position with me. It was an up-close and personal temptation too hard to resist. My heartbeat was already racing and to make matters worse, Little Jon was refusing to listen to any advice from my central nerve system to calm down despite all these stimulations, and Little Jon allowed itself to grow rapidly in size, absorbing all these multiple sensual simulations happening right in front of me. Soon, Little Jon was ramming against the walls of my briefs, and a bulge was protruding from the front zippers of my Valentino Tailor-Made pants, and the pressure was making me uncomfortable.

Unintentionally, my pelvis started to wiggle slightly from left to right, stroking my bulge gently against the front fabric of Maria’s black skirt. Sensing something bulging was stroking her, Maria’s face began to blush slightly, but she did not move away. Instead she used her left hand to hold onto my Raoul shirt, shuffled her feet closer to me and pressed her groin area against my rubbing bulge even more. It was an arousing sensation.
With each stroke of my bulge against her groin area, amplified greater with the additional rubbing of her black skirt, Maria gripped my shirt tighter, pulled herself closer to me and she bit her lips, trying to endure this arousing sensation.

But she finally lost the battle and let out a soft moan under her breath, “Mmmmmm…......”