I was traveling through the Frankfurt airport and all of a sudden this young college girl started going bonkers, in the booth next to mine. She had lost her passport and she was freaking out. I went over to her and offered to help, if nothing else to help her calm down. I had to grab her and hug her against me until she settled down. I sat beside her with my arm around her shoulders and we went step by step of what and where she had been. I walked back with her, to the women's restroom, down the hall to the gate where she had landed, we looked every where. I kept my arm around her shoulders, she was traveling alone.

We went to security and reported the passport lost. We went to the airline and they told us that without the passport she would not be allowed to board the plane. I got on the phone to my company and had them research what to do. They suggested that she go to the consulate and get a temporary passport to get home. I had my flight rebooked for two days later and took her with me. Only when we were in the hotel room did it cross my mind to have her call her folks and let them know what happened. I spoke to her parents, told them who I was and that I would stay with her and help her get back home.

We had managed to retrieve her luggage. She wore a band tshirt to sleep in. Once ready for bed I offered to hold her for a while and let her sleep with me if she wanted. Against my nightgown, without the burden of heavy clothes and underwear I could feel her small breasts against me. I held her and kissed her gently. In bed I pulled her up close to me and kissed her forehead, nose and cheeks. I wanted to kiss her mouth so bad. I held her butt with my hand and pulled her close to me, between my breasts.

She slept under me, I had her share my pillow, I kept her so close I could feel the crack in her ass, I rubbed her thighs, I wanted to reach for her breasts and pinch her nipples. It was all I could do not to open her legs and go down on her. I had never been with a girl like that before, even when I was that age.

In the morning I got undressed in front of her, I wanted her to see my breasts, I showered with the door open, and dried my feet on the bed before I put on my panties. I sat naked in front of her. I could feel her eyes, I took her hands and brought her close to me and helped her out of the shirt she slept in. Her perky little breasts, with her small brown nipples. I slipped her out of her underwear, and hugged her when she was naked and sent her to take a shower.

When she came out, I stood in my pants but topless so she would see my breasts, wanting to bring her into me and hug her against my naked skin. We ate breakfast, my office had made an appointment so we went down to the consulate and got her an emergency passport to travel. We used the rest of the day to sightsee.

That night I held her close and this time I kissed her sweet mouth, I told her to let me, and I kissed her. It felt so good. I lay in the bed with nothing but my panties on, and let her snuggle up in my breasts. I kissed her and used her hands to touch my breasts, I slipped my hand up under her nightshirt and played with her nipples. I took her shirt off and kissed and sucked her breasts, I played with her pussy and her butt. I took my panties off and took hers off and I ate her pussy. It was barbaric, but she went along. I managed to give myself an orgasm while I kissed her and ate her. I got an orgasm out of her with my hand and fingers.

On the plane I used my miles to get her up into business class with me. When we arrived back in the states I walked her to her flight and held her one last time with a kiss on her forehead and asked her if she was going to be ok. That she knew that she always would have a room if she needed to come see me. I was only a flight away. Maybe for her next trip she would come to Chicago and we could be friends again.

I hadn't planned on laying over, I can still feel her between my breasts when I pull my pillow up close. I know that she is not a young girl, she is a young college woman, she had no problem, she said she was fluid. I am not fluid, I need he sweet mouth, her small breasts and her skinny butt, I need to get down on her again and just show her why being fluid is stupid.

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by Anonymous on Mar 6, 2018 at 12:53 PM

You know "fluid" means flexibility between genders and has nothing to do with monogamy, right? She could also just be lesbian and still not want to be with only you like you're obsessed with. Based on what I can gleam from your work and lifestyle, and the fact that you've never swung this way before, it sounds to me like you just have a pet fetish and a young girl in distress triggered your need for control of another person both mentally and sexually.

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by Anonymous on Mar 6, 2018 at 2:12 PM

I was 14 traveling for the first time internationally. The man beside me helped me with my arrival card and kept me company on the flight. Before arrival they told us that the airport was closed because of weather and we were diverted to another airport about an hour away. Everything was in Spanish, he walked me through immigration and customs, we got vouchers to this small airport area hotel, when we checked in he got one room for us. In the room he hugged me and kissed me, he told me I was all woman. He got my clothes off and he got his clothes off and he screwed me on the small bed. We lay naked for a good while, it was hot and the air conditioner didn't work very well. He had me give him oral sex, then pulled me to sit on his face. I turned around and I got back to giving him oral sex while he ate me over his face. He screwed me again. By the time we went down to the restaurant it was closed. He paid the front desk to order us a pizza and some cokes. We ate naked and then we had oral sex again. In the morning he was fully erect against my back and butt, but he told me it was a pee hard and he had to stand over the shower to pee because he was so hard. The plane didn't leave until around noon so we had breakfast and we had sex again. When we got to our destination he told me the hotel he was staying at. I went the following afternoon, I had the maid order me a taxi. He came in from his office and took me up to his room and we had all kinds of sex. It was awesome, I corresponded with him for years, I have all his letters. I let my husband read the letters, letters of how much he loved me and that it was unfair that woman had to be away from her man. My letters were just as torrid, telling him that I needed him right then, but he has those. I met up with him 17 years later after I got divorced and we had sex all afternoon like we did when we were held over that night. Do I love him? I love him, my husband knew I loved him, that is what caused us to get divorced. Did he love me? In a pet sort of way, he did. Until we met up again and we were older. Then things got very serious between us. That trip, that night, that sex, he called me a woman that night, and I was a woman. Every night when I go and crawl in bed with him I remember how he screwed me that night. Airport sex. That is what it is called, and mine ended up being for life, husband and wife.

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by Anonymous on Mar 6, 2018 at 5:37 PM

If she did not have the Passport to board the plane, How did you get past Immigration and enter the country?

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