I was standing at the American Airlines corridor.
The place bustled with activity. I just had to becute, pulling my hair into a bun. You never knew who you were going to meet.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I lookedat her. She was about five feet 8, cute little bitch, with nice titties.
"Hi."
"Hi," I said obtrusively, rolling eyes and popping my gum. "Can I help you?"
She touched my arm. "I just love your pumps."
Bitch, don't touch me! "Thank you."
"Where did you buy them, I would love to get a pair?"
Like I'm really gonna tell you! "Amazon.com." I lied smoothly. "Type in 'stilettos,' and viola, you can
choose from the list."
She was appreciative. "Thank you. I'm Dana. I just flew in from Atlanta."
"And I'm Pauline," I lied. Bitch could be a FED for all I know.
We shook hands. "I'm waiting for my lesbian lover."
She gave me the once over. "You're gay?"
"Gayer than the Flintstones."
She rushed off, mumbling "Ugh!" under her breath.
"Ugh you too, bitch!" I yelled after her.
Several fellahs were chuckling, checking me out.
One walked behind me, looking at my ass. I farted so loud he averted his face, clearly turned off.
Must have been the grilled cheese I bought when I got here.
Shit, Mama always taught me it was better out than in.
I was just about to sit down when I saw him.
Naygee. He turned the corner, throwing his arms up. Yes. He was still the same gorgeous specimen I sucked up on an airplane on the way to New York days ago.
He still had the green bandana wrapped around his forehead and he looked gorgeous in black suede baggy jeans, fresh Jordan sneakers and a huge Plies T-shirt.
"Hi, Ma," he said, taking me into his arms.
"Hi, Naygee. I told you I'd be here."
He gave me some tongue. He moaned, grinding his hips on mine. We hunched standing up. I didn't care. I
got off on people looking.
Taking his hand, I said, "Did you bring any bags?"
He looked deep into my eyes. "Nah. I just brought the bag I'm carrying."
"Well, let's go."
I had to squeeze my ass cheeks together because I had to fart.
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