Sitting in the airport while waiting on my flight, we passed time talking about random subjects and joking about random things. As we conversed, my eyes roamed around the seating area, watching the various travelers coming and going as they arrived or departed. Even though we were in separate seats we were leaning close to one another. You rested your head sweetly on my shoulder and I turned to softly place a kiss on your hair. During a point of silence you twisted closer and buried your face in my neck. I heard your slow, deep inhale as you breathed in my cologne. I smiled as your exhale ended with a note of content.

At a moment you must have thought no one was looking…or perhaps you didn’t really care if anyone was…you nipped playfully at the tender skin with the edge of your teeth, catching just enough to send goosebumps down the length of my arm. I playfully warned you of the consequences if you decided to continue, which you blatantly disregarded with another bite…this time leaning in and capturing more skin, deftly sucking it into your mouth. I gasped as that all too familiar electric current traveled directly between my legs. I hooked my arm around to the backside of your head, pulling you closer and in return you sank your teeth even deeper into my flesh. Still very aware of the people around us, it took all I had to stifle the release of the moan forming in my throat..

You drew back and looked at me, the self-satisfaction so evident in your twinkling eyes and teasing smirk I had to laugh. Oh yes, you knew my weak spots, how to get me worked up…and I was already aching. But, I also knew yours…

Returning your smirk with one of my own, I edged close to your ear and in a steady whisper instructed, “Meet me in the restroom one minute from the time you see me go through the doorway. I’ll be waiting in the very last stall.”

I glanced at you only fleetingly as I picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and walked with a deliberate pace across the waiting area to the entrance at the other wall. I looked at my watch as soon as I entered then searched the restroom for people. Thankfully, only one stall was occupied and it was at the very front. As I made my way to the back, I noticed just how shallow my breathing had suddenly become. Inserting myself into the last stall, the larger one meant to accommodate those in wheelchairs, I closed the door but left the latch untouched. I placed my bag in plain sight on the floor to ensure no one else would think the toilet was free.

This particular stall was the ‘full service’ kind, with a sink and mirror in the corner. I approached the basin and glanced at my reflection in the glass. Would she really do this? I silently asked myself. I rotated my wrist and looked at my watch as my constricted lungs sucked in a breath of oxygen. Turning to lean my backside against the sink, I waited. Only 15 seconds had passed. Damn, I thought, as I licked my suddenly dry lips in anticipation.

Tick-tock…tick-tock… went my watch. Twenty five seconds turned to thirty as I imagined you opening the door and sliding in, your eyes holding my stare as you advanced toward me….

Agonizingly, the secondhand reached forty-five. The rapid thud of my heartbeat echoed in my ears as the throbbing between my legs radiated through me.

Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two…fifty-five seconds approached and I immediately wondered if I had presumed too much.