On August 1 2013 I published Scenes from an Airport Departure Lounge. Descriptions of people at Heathrow. This week I am expanding on those descriptions a little with some imagined elaborations.
She kissed him and smiled, he
smiled back, it was nice to see some sunshine amongst the grey, stern faces.
She touched his nose and then ran her fingers tenderly down his cheek. There
was love in her eyes and in his. They continued this gentle foreplay him
playing with her hair, her circling his nipple above his t-shirt with her finger, all the while
exchanging kisses and exuding sexuality. They must have been late teens / early
twenties, that age when you are oblivious to all around you, the age that the
phrase ‘get a room’ was invented for by older people jealous of love’s young
dream. For them the delay was just time they could fill with amorous touches,
glances and words. They were whispering now, faces so close that the breath on
skin must have been adding extra shivers to their existing sensitivities. Then the boy got up, subtly pulling his shirt down and headed over towards the
toilets, minutes later the girl followed. I watched as she headed not for the
female toilets, nor to the males but to the disabled one between the two. She
knocked the door which opened an inch and she slid in. I smiled to myself,
good luck to them I thought.
They weren’t in there long but when they came out they were smiling and giggling like the passion and the danger had been more exciting than the act itself.
They weren’t in there long but when they came out they were smiling and giggling like the passion and the danger had been more exciting than the act itself.
Post Script; 11 months later I
saw the couple quite by chance on the streets of Prague. They looked happy, but
she looked tired as she pushed the pram while he look liked he’d had a massive
reality check. I wondered if the airline had ever apologised for the
inconvenience caused.
Good morning! :-) Lovely sexy story which gave me hot flashes and colours.. but tinged with tragedy at the end. why?. A massive reality check turns us wiser or at least more conscious.. so, being parents, mischief become more passionate and dangerous ;-)
ReplyDeleteSee my comment below the next reply :-)
DeleteI came to this world under similar circumstances (my folks also had a massive reality check) and I am a happy, friendly, creative, intelligent person. My parents are still together. So where's the tragedy? :-)
ReplyDeleteAgree it was not meant to be a tragic ending, but i think all parents know that the having children is tiring and a bit of a culture shock. But they looked happy.
DeleteIf after all you are romantic, with' Lovers town revisited' for tomorrow, 'sexuality' is 'Everywhere' :-)
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