SERIAL FICTION

They Needed Each Other All The Time

Shadows Of Mayday #5: Brian and Sylvia #1: This new couple could barely keep their hands off each other

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Brian and Sylvia arrived at the airport an hour before the scheduled time for their flight. They were just in time to check in their baggage.

The attendant at desk 11 smiled at the young couple as they hugged and kissed and giggled while she checked their tickets and passports. She weighed and tagged their baggage and printed their boarding passes, wondering how long they had been a couple. Their love seemed new, the way they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

The attendant’s observation was spot on.

Brian and Sylvia had met each other two months earlier at a mutual friend’s party. They were both twenty-five, both students, but attended different universities.

Brian was the son of a government minister who had served in the previous cabinet. Sylvia was the daughter of working-class parents who had worked hard all their lives to give Sylvia and her brother a good upbringing and education. Sylvia was serious about her studies, but since she had met Brian, she had slackened.

To Brian, university was a place to have fun, not to get an education. He occasionally attended class, but frequented one party after the other and paid for it with the money he made from selling drugs.

Sylvia wasn’t aware Brian dealt in drugs. She noticed he always had enough money, but thought this was because of his rich father, a widower. They went to parties almost every night. Brian wanted to show her off — his beautiful and smart girlfriend.

Sylvia had curves in all the right places, a symmetrical face, hazel eyes and long brown hair. When she walked into a room, men and women turned their heads. What made her even more attractive was she was unaware of the constant attention she caught. She was a down-to-earth friendly girl, full of fun and laughter. Not only was she beautiful and smart, but she was also a good fuck — a combination Brian loved.

Brian understood Sylvia would end their relationship if she found out about his drug dealing adventures. When he had just met her, he casually asked her opinion on drugs. She was adamant about never trying drugs and cutting anyone who had anything to do with it from her life. Brian wanted nothing more than to be part of her life and therefore conveniently left out this crucial bit of information about himself.

Sylvia never asked him where he got his money. To make sure she suspected nothing, he sometimes allowed her to pay for her drinks, but mainly he was the one doing the paying.

A month after they met, he told Sylvia he wanted to take her to the island of Mauritius. Sylvia protested, but Brian pushed. He promised to pay for everything; that Sylvia didn’t have to worry about the money-side of their trip.

Sylvia mentioned already running behind on her studies, and she couldn’t just take time off from it in the middle of the semester. For every point she brought up in protest, Brian stated two reasons she should join him for the trip.

Eventually Sylvia caved. There was nothing else she could think of. All of Brian’s reasons for her to join him sounded perfect. For three weeks, she worked hard to get up to date again with her course work and even worked ahead.

Then, a week before their flight would leave, the partying started. What Brian hadn’t told Sylvia was the primary purpose of the flight. He had to pick up drugs to bring back home. If he wanted to keep up his extravagant lifestyle, he needed more drugs to sell.

Brian took their passports and papers from the attendant and stuffed it in the side pocket of the carry-on bag he had with him. He thanked the woman, planted a kiss on Sylvia’s mouth and pulled her towards the customs counter with him. The customs officer was unimpressed with the loving couple in front of him.

“One at a time, please!” he barked when both of them stood in front of his counter.

Brian quickly stepped back behind the yellow line after he had given Sylvia her passport, ticket, and boarding pass. She pouted when she handed it to the officer. Getting through customs went quick, and soon the lovebirds were together again.

Brian put his arm around Sylvia’s shoulder and she leaned against him, lifting her face to him for another kiss.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Brian’s cock stirred in his pants. It had been three hours since the last time they had made love, but just like her, he was ready again. He wanted to feel her pussy around his cock, feel how she squeezed his hard member with her tight muscles to milk his cum from him.

“Where?” he asked.

“The restrooms?” she suggested.

They looked around. Despite the early hour, people crowded the tax-free shopping area. This international airport was busy at all times of the day, except for the dark hours of the morning.

“Let’s go to the gate,” Brian suggested, “there’ll be restrooms there too and maybe fewer people than here.”

Hand in hand, they followed the signs leading the way towards their gate. Brian was right. The further they moved from the main shopping area, the quieter it became. There were still people around when they approached their gate, but it was less crowded.

They passed the gate, walking to the restrooms on the other side of it. Each dashed into the respective restrooms for their gender to check how busy it was in there.

Brian already stood waited when Sylvia returned from the ladies’ room. She looked around, saw no one paid them any attention, and grabbed Brian’s hand, pulling him into the ladies’ room with her. He wanted to protest, but she swiftly opened the broom closet inside the ladies’ room and pulled him inside with her.

The broom closet was barely big enough for Brian to fit with his wide frame. A faint light overhead gave just enough light to see each other.

Sylvia pulled Brian closer and kissed him. Her hands were on his crotch, fondling his half hard cock through the fabric of his pants. Brian’s hands found her breasts. He squeezed and weighed and kneaded the flesh. Sylvia moaned and broke off the kiss. She fumbled with his belt and then the button of his pants.

Once undone, she pushed his pants and boxer shorts to his knees in the same movement as her crouching down. His hard cock sprang free from its confinements and bounced up and down in front of Sylvia’s eyes. She giggled and caught it in her mouth, holding onto Brian’s legs.

He looked down at her and smiled. She was such a naughty, vibrant girl. Never did a woman make him feel so good. Every day, he fell in love with her a bit more. He had never experienced one dull moment with Sylvia in the short time they had been together.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #6

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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