SWEAT By Cowgirl I'm in an airport terminal. My name's Lisa. A young teenaged girl sits next to me. she ignores me, chomping her bubble gum, staring off into space. I do the same, looking away, as we have nothing in common. I am thirty four, and am an advertising excecutive, single, and was on my way home from visiting my sister. Now I sit next to this slightly chubby young girl, wondering why we're holding hands tightly, my thumb tickling hers. I glance over at her dirty blonde hair, pasted to her head with sweat. the cool from the air conditioning has dried it aginst her, in an ugly way. I'm confused that I seem to find her strangly erotic, this chubby teen, with the plasterd hair, sweating through her blue and orange blouse and matching shorts and little plastic sandals. I find her erotic, because I caused her sweat. You see, i "made" her sweat, this teenaged stranger whose hand I fondle. I wonder what her name is. She catches me staring. I'm embarrassed she knows full well my intentions and i see that look in her eyes... and she squeezes my hand, her bored look replaced... ...with a lustful one. and we both rush off for the public restroom for the second time. (SAME GATE, EXACTLY ONE HOUR BEFORE) a woman comes up to a girl sitting by herself and asks: Uh..excuse me sweetie. is this seat taken? Naw. go for it, lady. Thanks. i was just in the rest room, did you hear if the called the preboards yet? Take a look at the clock lady, we got over an hour till the plane gets here! Oh yes. you're right, of course. Pause. Hey, sorry 'bout that. I'm just cranky s' all. Yeah, I'm bushed too! My second stop over. are you here with your parents, or traveling alone? the little girl gets an angry look on her face, and suddenly i can't for the life of me remember... Uh....what were we.......talking about again? I ask. She grins looking satisfied. I'm not sure myself. Guess it didn't matter WHAT you might've said... - oh I know lady! you were saying how much you wish I'd go into that woman's room over there with you! Really? are you sure? I don't know WHY I'd be saying anything like that... Well it sure wasn't MY idea. what were you asking me to do that for anyways, lady? I dunno....no, no. I'm sure it was me though ! Must've been. I'm just a little loopy from all the traveling is all... So do you wanna? What? Go into the bathroom? What for hon? Pause... Well..I dunno....Whatever.... Sweetie, how old are you? sixteen? seventeen? Old enough. Uh huh. Really. i'm two month's away from - STOP kiddo, I don't even wanna HEAR it! and I'm sure I don't want to go to the bathroom, or anything else thank you.I think you DO wanna go ! Why else would YOU be sugesting it? I think you're very pretty... are you getting hot? why? cause you're sweating like a pig lady !!! I am not! Yup. sure are. see? it's trickling down the back of your neck right now... She ran her finger around my neck and her touch got a rise outta me. I had to fight to keep my normal breath. All this from a teenager touching me, my sweating neck line. See? Pause I just must need a little AIR... Here lady. take my hand... She held my hand, and I wanted her. I wanted to unbutton her blouse with my teeth. I was horrified by the images now racing through my mind !!! Uh...sweetie? where are your parents? I was tickling her with my thumb now, as we held hands. I was TRYING to be strong, but she was driving me NUTS, with her sweating like that !!! It took all my will power to keep from throwing her on the floor right there and driving my tongue into her delicious little snatch !!!! I'm suposed to meet my mom in New Orleans. Well......you'd better call your mom, and tell her your gonna miss your flight... Why lady? Look at the time! but lady, we've got a whole half hour left ! Silly girl ! you can't rush OUR visit to the ladies room... This is so weird ! Are you sure? No, but follow me anyways. I got up and led her to the ladies room with me. we entered a stall and I had her turn around as her blouse buttoned up the back. As i unbuttoned her, she continued blathering on. I licked her sweaty neck as I worked away... Lady, I did'nt even KNOW you when you sat down, and here we are about to... Yeah, i know... But were strangers.. Uh huh. Do you wanna know my name? Don't need to, Sport. Now quit squirming... I had just gotten her blouse off and had pulled her shorts to her ankles, when she grabbed my arm...! WAIT ! Lady, before we DO this, tell me one thing! Sure honey. what? Do you.....love me? i've never been with... You mean your still a..? Not even my boyfriend ! I swear. Now it'll be with some strange woman I don't even know, in a public urinal. I pull her closer and whisper something in her ear, but the words seem to come from behind me, Though the voice is mine. I don't give a shit. I feel as though I'm watching the whole scene from outside myself. Lisa pries the young girls fingers off the bathroom entrance and drags her into a stall. No one seems to hear the girl's whimpers as she lays on the cold bathroom floor, sweating under the weight on the grown women above her. Lisa holds her skirt to her waist as hours later she grunts toward her third orgasm, grinding down into the teeny boppers crying little face. (BACK WHERE WE STARTED) Me and the girl emerge from the rest room for the second time that day, my memories fading once more. How many times had this girl toyed with me, making me forget, get excited, drag her in, then start it up all over again? I even felt my anger smothered away by her staring into my eyes. A woman greets us. the girl runs up, hugging this woman, calling her Mom. I wonder if this woman really IS her mother, knowing the girls powers. the woman looks deeply happy to see the girl, hugging her tight. But the girl only smirks. While my mind was still clear, perhaps I could DO something. to escape her control over me... Maybe I could... Could... But then it's gone, and Lisa's cowering behind the unlikely mother daughter team as she fumbles carring their luggage, like the second class person she knows she will become in their "family"! the mom doesn't even ask her name. Lisa just picked up the luggage and came along behind them. Lisa was desperately hoping that Mom wouldn't discover what she's doing to "Momma's little girl". The fact it was all the teen's doing, soon fadesfrom her foggy mind. Licking the taste of the teen from her lips, Lisa already finds it hard to remember if she even had a job, or a family... or anyone who really cared about her. Other than the strange girl and woman before her... Her life will revolve around them now. Lisa also knows she's up shit creek if the girl tells mommy about her bathroom trips with the teen. the danger of being in the youngsters hands like this makes lisa nervouse and excited all at once! ... Her throat goes dry. As lisa huff and pants with the bags two steps behind, her eyes wander over the pudgy girls legs, and the blouse with she incorrectly re-buttoned from behind. Something else for mom to notice. Another clue. Lisa licks her lips remembering the pasty sweat which cakes the teenaged hair to the young girls head. only hours before it repulsed her. but now she moistens to the thought of it... and she herself.....starts to sweat. The End Return to Home Page.
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