Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:44:24 -0400
From: Rose H. <official_prostar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Airport Encounter

Airport Encounter

By: Daisy D.


It was almost cruel when my alarm on my cell phone started to go off at 8
AM on Saturday morning. Friday night had been pretty rough; I had worked
all day and had planned a nice dinner with some of my coworkers and my
girlfriend Angela. As I slowly started to wake up the nights past events
came back to me.

***

Angela came over at 6:30 and I started to cook. Angela and I had been
dating for almost 5 months and we always had a really good vibe between us
when we hung out. As I was cooking she sat in the kitchen with me talking
about our days it was perfect. Well it seemed to be at least. Next to
arrive was one of my coworkers and one of my best friends, Diana. We all
sat together and talked about work and life in general. Then last to arrive
was Jeremy. It was an all around good evening, I barbequed some chicken and
cooked some rice and corn. We sat down with a very large bottle of Red wine
and we ate. Jeremy, Diana and I are all politically minded (Angela
unfortunately isn't) and the conversation quickly turned to
politics. Jeremy and I like to argue. Angela was getting bored so I took
the opportunity to walk her home. I was a little drunk on the four block
walk to her house. After she got home I got a text message from her asking
me if I thought we would be friends after we ended our relationship. Red
flag. I told her that right now things between us were good but I wasn't
sure because you can never be sure. I wasn't in a mood to reassure her
considering she didn't kiss me goodbye and I was drunk. Then she starts
texting me like in a sense a break up. I take break up pretty rough so I
got home and decided the best way to calm my nerves was to have a smoke.

I grabbed a smoke and climbed out my window onto my roof. As I sat there
listening to my Ipod and having a cigarette I let all my emotion go. I felt
very lonely at the time. At around 3:30 in the morning I realized that I
had to sleep because I had a busy day.

Saturday I had the fun task of driving all the way up to Toronto and I had
to be there by one o'clock in the afternoon. My parents were coming home
from Europe and I had to go and take them back to their house in
Ottawa. Needless to say my sleep wasn't long enough.

***

At eight I woke up, hopped into the shower. I had to stop for gas and
coffee before I was able to drive for four hours all alone. I ended up
hitting the road around 9 in the morning. Since I had to be there at one I
had no time to stop so I drove the four hours straight.

I got to Pearson Airport at exactly 12:45 and was parked and inside at just
after one. I walked to the International Arrival Area. As I got there my
heart sank, Air France flight 352 was delayed 2 hours. Just what I
needed. I looked around, I saw this girl who seemed to have just come to
the same realization as me. She caught me looking and I gave her a smile
like `I know just how you feel'. She pulled out her cell phone to make a
call and I went to find somewhere to sit or possibly eat.

There was a restaurant to my left and it seemed to be pretty busy. But of
course seeing no other alternative I walked over to the restaurant. The
waiter told me it would be about a ten minute wait. So I left my name and
went to walk around a little. I needed to stretch out my legs after the
drive anyway. As I was walking back to the restaurant I saw the girl from
before and she was also waiting for a table. I coasted past the line
because I had already been there and I over heard her asking the waiter how
long the wait was and he told her it would be close to half an hour. I felt
bad it seemed like we were having a similar kind of day.

"My tables almost ready and I'm just eating by myself and you are welcome
to join me if you would like." I always talk in a funny way when I feel
bashful. I never really do anything like this. I didn't want anything to
come of this meal I just wanted to maybe make a difference in her day. From
my own experience it is usually the smallest gesture that can change the
momentum.

She gave me the once over to see if I was trust worthy I guess she deemed I
was because she nodded and the waiter took us to our table. Airport
restaurants, or at least the one we were in, are not very high class but
the prices sure were jacked up. We sat down and of course our drink orders
were taken. I let her go first. She ordered a beer and I decided a beer
would be perfect so I changed that to a pitcher. She smiled at me.

"My name's Rachel, what's your name?" I asked to start small talk. There
was no point eating with someone if you weren't going to talk to them.

"Oh my name is Sally, thanks so much for inviting me to sit with you its
just been one of those days you know?" She said.

"I know exactly what you mean, I've been having the worst day and of course
to top it all off the flight is delayed," I replied.

"Air France flight 352? I'm waiting for that one too. I'm picking up my
grandmother, and last night I got fired from my job," I could hear a bit of
trepidation in her voice.

"Where did you work?" I asked but it was weird asking this question at
first because I am not native to Toronto and therefore will most likely not
have a clue where she worked and would have no way to console her. She just
worked at a clothing store. "I'm really sorry to hear that. If it makes you
feel better I got dumped last night."

"Oh wow, losing a job and you got dumped. We are a couple of winners." We
both laughed and the waiter brought us our pitcher.

"Cheers to misfits meeting in an airport." She said. "So why did he dump
you?" She asked.

"She dumped me because she was unsure about her feelings after she spent
the whole night being all couple-y with me," I said. I didn't really want
to talk much about it because it was still a raw wound and I am a crier.

"A girl? Really? I didn't see you as a lesbian and usually I can spot
another lesbian a mile away." She said.

"Cheers to Gaydar," I said.

"Although I live in Toronto and there are a million people here I can't
find a girlfriend to save my life," She was saying. She was quite pretty as
we sat and talked in a dimly lit restaurant. She had olive toned skin much
like my own but darker. Her long brown hair was loosely up and her bangs
were shading her green eyes. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a
sweatshirt.

"I find that hard to believe, I bet you just said that to make me feel
better about my new singleness. I bet girls line up to take you out," I
said. In the back of my head there was a warning alarm going off. I flirt a
lot and usually don't realize it. But today it felt right because I was
getting attention from a stranger. It felt nice.

She laughed, "Oh I wish that was the case. Girls seem to notice me but pass
me by for someone else."

"Well today's your lucky day I didn't pass you by, and now we are sharing
our misery over a pint," I told her with a half smile.

"A pint with a pretty girl can make my day thanks." She said looking me in
the eyes.

At that particular moment in time I could feel that both of us had the same
thing on our minds. The attraction was mutual. Sometimes however I read
these situations wrong and would have to dig deeper. Our conversation was
light and flirty as we finished our pitcher. After 3 beers I had to use the
ladies room and I excused myself.

I found the bathroom behind the bar in the restaurant. I walked in and the
lighting was dim but it was clean. I looked in the mirror before heading
into a stall to make sure I looked decent. Just as I was heading into the
stall, someone else entered the bathroom. I turned to look and low and
behold it was Sally.

"Had to break the seal too?" I asked before going in.

"Something like that," she said as she walked towards me.

 In we both went. Before anything could be said her hands were on my cheeks
and she looked me deep in the eyes, "Is this ok?" she asked. I didn't want
to reply with words so I just kissed her. I was used to girls who were
gentle and timid. Angela never initiated anything. Sally was kissing me and
pushing me into the wall. As we kissed, our bodies pressed into each
other. It wasn't a desperate hook up at all it was probably the most real
encounter I have had in a long time because it was reciprocal. She was
giving and I was giving. It was sweet.

We were both tentative because we were both still strangers. I had no idea
about her but I myself had never had the equivalent to a one night stand or
I guess in this case a random lunch fuck. There was something that brought
the two of us together. We bonded on the basis of similar feelings of
rejection and the acceptance of a stranger. In some ways I really took
solace from this girl. I had known her for about an hour and I felt like we
were kindred spirits.

As we kissed and these complex feelings of being connected to her floated
around in my head I pushed my thoughts away and let my carnal desires take
the reigns. I took a decisive control of our moment when I pushed her into
the wall behind her and started to kiss her more deeply. I let my hands
roam and I felt her for the first time. I took her body in like it was my
canvas and I was about to paint a masterpiece. I could feel her soft slim
stomach in between my hands and she was pushing into me. Her hands left my
hips and ran through my hair. She was acknowledging me and taking me in
too. When I felt familiar with her core I started to slip a hand up her
shirt to caress her chest. Her chest was average and perfect in that
sense. Nothing about this scenario was average but her chest was soft,
supple and perfect for me. I could feel her excitement build as we kissed
and my hand moved closer. Time seemed to stop for a moment. As soon as my
palm cupped her right breast she seized into me and the passion kick
started. With that one move I had changed our moment from innocent make out
to a racy sexual encounter. She had moved a hand to the top of my shorts
and started to undo my buttons. I could feel the excitement building within
me. I was dripping and ready for her to take what she wanted. It was nice
because the tentative nature of our movements was gone in that instance and
we were going on pure instincts. Before I knew it she was inside me, her
ring and middle finger were making quick work at finding my clit and
massaging it. I had never gotten to this point in such a timely manner
before. I was moaning before I could stop myself. `I hope no one else came
in here' I thought to myself. But before I could even lower my moans she
was using both hands to push me over the edge. Somehow she knew I liked it
a bit rough because she was pulling and teasing my nipple with one hand and
rubbing my clit with the other. I felt my hand push down her pants and was
welcomed by her cum covered panties. We were both moaning and for the first
time I opened my eyes and she was looking at me in such a way that made her
even hotter. She looked at me like I was the most beautiful person she'd
ever seen.

When our mouths parted she whispered, "I want to remember you and this
stall forever".

We finished and exited the bathroom. I went to the bar to pay and the
bartender informed me that Sally already had. The plane had arrived and my
family came out of customs before her grandmother and I had to make my way
back to Ottawa. As I walked past her with my family she winked and she
slipped me a piece of paper. All there was written on the napkin from the
bar was "call me sometime- Sally".