TG - shemale at the airport

"There is no other place or time, Christal," I leaned forward and grasped her
hand. "This is all we have." I looked deep into her eyes. "I think we should use
it."
"Mike," she drew back a little. "You really don't know anything about me."
"Christal," I leaned further towards her. "I think I know what you mean - and I
accept that. It doesn't change the way I feel about you."
"Are you certain, Mike?"
"Never more certain."
"So what do we do now?" she asked.
"Get out of here," I replied.

Without a further word, she rose, grabbed her bag and we headed for the door.
Once in the main concourse, I took her hand and we walked quickly away from the
lounge, close together, looking for somewhere to be alone.
Then I spotted it, a small staircase leading down to a lower level. It led to a
service corridor with several doors off it. I tried the first two but they were
locked. The third was not, and I dragged Christal inside.
Flicking on the light and locking the door behind us, I turned to find that we
had stumbled into someone's office. Except that, judging by the extra furniture
and boxes pile in there, it was now more of a handy storage dump than work
space.

I had time to see no more, as I grasped Christal and planted a kiss on her
luscious mouth.
For a moment, she did not respond, then I felt her press her mouth against mine
and within moments out tongues were tangling as we crushed ourselves together.
It was instant and total lustful passion. Two people dropped into each other's
path by fate, responding to a simple animal need. We grasped each other, panting
as we kissed harder and deeper, forcing our bodies together as we strove to join
as one.

Suddenly, as if she suddenly recognized what was happening, Christal drew away.
"Mike," she panted, breathless as I was. "I have to know that you are sure."
"I'm sure, Christal," I assured her. "Very sure."