A Stranger in the Airport
by Anonymous
My name is Fallon.
I was rather young when my family and I went on a trip to Indonesia, definitely a great experience but it was time to head home. I noticed we had laid over in Seattle, after so many plans this layover seemed like the perfect opportunity to catch up on sleep and relax. We got to the Airport, and we found the gate our next flight took off in the morning, and we all were so tired we passed out asleep. It was about 3 am, quiet with no one was around of course because of how late it was, except for a man i noticed who was probably in his 30s sleeping on his stomach across the airport seats on the other side of chairs to me wearing socks and slides. My inner demons started working in my head so that I couldn’t help myself.
My heart was racing, I got hot all over, I decided to crawl over at the end of the seats where his feet were crossed. I could smell his sweaty soles from underneath those white socks I was getting hard doing so. I then started to slowly take off one of his slides. No movement from our sleeping stranger. I slipped on slide off and got too nervous to continue so I crawled back to the other side of the chairs and tried to fall asleep.
After about 30 mins I woke back up, looked over the chairs at the sleeping stranger and i noticed he had rolled on his side opposite of me with his slides and socks off. I couldn’t help myself AGAIN that I crawled under the chairs to where his feet were hanging off the side between the chairs and I started licking and tickling those pink soft, stinky soles for a whole 10 mins. I don’t know what came over me, I had to use the rest room, I ran to the nearest rest room and let out my first load I ever experienced.
Sadly, our sleeping stranger had no response to my tickling or licks.... but he definitely knew what I was doing to his stinky soles.