Something for the weekend. Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Something for the weekend. Chapter 1

... airport restaurant where his highlight was a seat on the balcony overlooking the concourse of the airport allowing him an unrestricted view of all below him. As the waitress brought another bottle of beer and took his plate away he noticed a woman striding purposely in the direction of the news stand opposite his first floor perch. He was about to let his gaze wander when he realised it was the woman from the queue earlier that he had bumped into. With renewed interest he watched as she turned to her right and entered the shop unit next to the stationers. Victoria's Secret. He always wondered who would shop in the concourse of an airport for clothes and underwear when the penny dropped... People like him that were stranded there overnight and hadn't brought a change of clothes with them obviously! He could see her flitting from rail to rail at the front of the store but as she moved further back she was lost to his view. He wondered what she would be buying, something practical since it was a purchase of necessity or something more racy to cheer her up and perhaps her partner when she got home tomorrow? After a couple of minutes she reappeared from the shop with a paper bag swinging from her hand and headed in the direction of the restaurant adjacent to the one he was in but on the lower floor. He leaned forward in his seat, as if the movement of his head a mere foot would allow him a better view of her, and saw that she was probably about the same age as him or perhaps a ...

... couple of years younger. He remembered from their encounter earlier that she was slightly shorter than him but at the time he failed to take into account the four inch heels currently making an audible clicking sound on the polished airport floor. Her brown hair was parted in the middle and as she passed through a shaft of evening sunlight a streak of auburn caught his eye. He grinned when he saw her purple dress, that was his favourite colour and with its plunging neckline showing a decent amount of cleavage it certainly looked fantastic on her. Just as she passed under the balcony where he was sitting she threw an upward glance in his direction and the start of a smile played on her lips. *** Well, if i'm going to buy underwear I might as well get something nice she reasoned to herself as she entered the store. When she mentioned to her husband on the phone that as she didn't have a change with her that she would have to buy some his only reaction was to complain about the cost of her stay, the hotel bill, dinner and now underwear although he did relent a little when she told him she would buy something special and wear it for him tomorrow night. The only problem was nothing looked appealing to her. As she made her way to the rear of the store she saw a lovely purple bra and brief set edged in black lace, it would look great under her dress, much better than the beige bra she had grabbed from the drawer in such a hurry this morning. She also bought a pair of black lace hold up ...