A Long read. Chapter 1.
It all started a few years ago in the departure lounge of Stanstead Airport. My meeting had finished early so I was enjoying a drink in the bar while I waited for my flight back to Dublin.
People watching as usual, I spotted a very attractive women, perhaps late 30’s early 40’s, enter the bar looking for a table. Noting the number of the table she heads up to the bar to order. I watch her the whole way thinking how sexy she looked from her 4 inches emplacing her shapely stocking clad legs, pencil skirt hugging her hips and ass and tailored shirt making the most of a very impressive chest. As I watched I was aware that there was also something vaguely familiar about her. As she stands at the bar waiting to be served, she looks around, notices me looking at her and we hold that gaze for quite a while. Then to my surprise her expression changes, she smiles, waves and walks towards me.
“Hi Brian, long time. But you haven’t changed a bit. Great to see you.”
I’m stuck. While she looks familiar, I can’t think who she is or how I know her. I come clean.
“Hi. I must confess I think I know you but just can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“You put more than your finger on it back in the day” she said with a wicked grin. “Helen, Helen O.”
“Wow” I’m saying more than a little blown away “it must be 20 years. And look at you! A stunning curvy brunette and those beauties.” My eye looking down at her magnificent breasts.
“Where did the mad, skinny little flat chested minx go?” I ask.
“She settled done. Got married. Had two kids. And made a few changes. Including these” she says cupping and pushing up her breasts.
“Sit?” I said, gesturing to the seat beside me “are you on the Dublin flight?”
“Yes Sir but it’s just come up as delayed on the board” she replied
“Damn, but we can enjoy the time anyway. Let me get the drinks”
We chatted easily. Catching up and remembering old times. Those old times were about 20 years before. She was a young student nurse who came to London straight after school to train. I was working for a large multinational and based in London for a few years. We meet at a house party in North London, and we clicked. She was sexually not very experienced but eager to change that and I was an experienced Dom and an active member in an exclusive BDSM club. I introduced her to the lifestyle, and I must say she rapidly became one of the most natural and genuine switches I ever met. I got posted abroad with work and apart from the occasional email over the first year or two that was the last I saw of Helen. Until this chance encounter.
The gate opened for our flight. We were at different end of the plane and she was being meet on the other side by her husband, so I suggest a late lunch two days later in Dublin. She agreed. I gave her a hug, kissed her forehead and she kissed my cheek whispering in my ear “I can’t wait Sir but you know I will do as I must.”
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