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".