Airport Booth Ghost Hands: My Wild First ‘Date’ with Invisible Lust

I needed cash bad. Took this gig at the airport info booth reluctantly. Tiny glass box in the main hall. Sits on a pedestal step. Door on the side fits one person. Walls up to my navel. Close it, only my upper body shows. Perfect for being bottomless naked. No one would know.

First day, suit jacket top, pants bottom. Cramped as fuck. Big ass barely fits. Can’t bend. Drop a pen? Open door, fetch it. Boss drills uniform: skirts only. Like the last girl.

The Approach

Two hours in, smooth. Basic questions. ‘Where’s gate 12?’ Five mins to break. Something brushes my ankle. Soft. Quick. I yelp. Heart pounds. Rip open door. Nothing. Impossible entry. Imagination? Fuck no to skirts now.

Boss storms over. ‘No early breaks! Stay put! Last chick bailed crazy.’ Shoves skirt rule again. Shock kills ankle freakout. Afternoon drags. Home alone. Shower head my only fuck buddy. Lonely pussy aches.

Dreams hit: nude bottom half in crowd. No shame. Bare cunt, ass out. Wake wet.

Day two: long skirt. Boss gripes length but nods. Hold piss till 10am break. Post-piss, calf stroke through nylons. Mid-client. Gasp. Client worries. Probe with feet. Nada. Boss eyes me. Stay trapped.

Evening solo TV. Bare feet scare me now. Dreams: tall grass caresses legs, ass, slit. Wake soaked. Shower head again. Need real cock.

Day three: calf hand returns. Stays. Soft grip. Terror freezes. Client snaps fingers. Gone. Door slam out. Nothing. Boss yells: ‘Not again! You’re crazy like her!’

Back in. Hand resumes. State of haze. Answer queries. Molls thighs under skirt. Lunch chat: last girl went nuts from ‘touches’. Real. Not me.

The Explosion

Afternoon: knees now. Climb thighs. Ass grabs. Familiar grope. Like subway pervs on my fat cheeks. Softer. Warmer. Bank account wins. Stay.

Stress fades. Pussy tingles. Skip break. Home. Lagoon dream: water tentacles in crack, cunt. Peaceful probes. Wake horny. Rush to work. Skip nylons. Act slip?

Booth in. Wait it. Two hands seize ass. Knead bare skin. Celebrate no barrier. Glide to panty crotch. Trace slit. Clit throbs. Legs jelly.

Lunch: drenched thong. Ditch it in bag. Back bare.

Day four: short skirt. Legs spread max in cram. Hands dive. One fingers hole. Wet easy. One, two, three, four digits. Gentle deep. Other pinches clit perfect. Woman’s touch? Know my spots.

Cum hits fast. Client babbles. Eyes roll. Mouth gaps. She bolts. Seven times. Pauses tease. Gush floods thighs. Wipe in john.

Home spent. Blissed. No dreams.

Never panties again. Booth my quick fuck fix. Adrenaline rush. Chosen on ‘click’ of door lock. Raw. Real.