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A Spicy Encounter - part 1
You are seated in a comfortable leather seat, engrossed in a book about sports psychology. Highlighting passages and jotting down notes in the margins, you think to yourself I can’t wait to try out these new techniques on my team. The flight attendant brings you a meal, and as you dig into your spicy chicken curry, you can’t help but smile. You love spicy food, and this dish does not disappoint.
“Wow, that looks hot,” a voice says from beside you. You glance over to see a handsome man sitting in the seat next to yours. His warm, hazel eyes meet yours, and you feel a spark of attraction.
“It is,” you reply with a grin. “But I love spicy food.”
The man chuckles. “Me too. I always say that if it doesn’t make you sweat, it’s not worth eating.”
You laugh and hold out your hand. “I’m YN.”
“Finley,” he says, shaking your hand. “So, what do you do for a living, YN?”
“I’m a sports coach,” you reply. “And you?”
“I’m in finance,” Finley says. “But I’m on my way to a friend’s wedding right now.”
You nod. “Me too. It should be a fun weekend.”
The conversation flows easily between you, and you find yourself drawn to Finley’s charm and wit. As the meal service continues, you both enjoy your spicy dishes, occasionally sharing bites and commenting on the flavors.
Unfortunately, as you try to take a bite of your curry, you accidentally spit some chilli sauce onto Finley’s shirt. Horrified, you immediately apologize. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim. “I don’t know what happened.”
Finley laughs and brushes it off. “It’s okay, I actually kind of liked it,” he says with a wink.
You raise your eyebrows in surprise and intrigue as the flight attendant comes by to clean up the mess.
You walk through the airport terminal, trying to find your way to baggage claim. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the terminal. You spot Finley checking you out from across the baggage claim area and decide to give him a show. As you saunter past him, you sway your hips in a sensual rhythm that draws his attention like a magnet. ‘You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?’ he asks with a grin as you approach. ‘Maybe,’ you reply coyly, letting your gaze linger on his lips before meeting his eyes. ‘But I think it’s mutual.’ Finley chuckles and shakes his head. ‘You’re something else, you know that?’ ‘I’ve been told,’ you say with a wink. ‘So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?’ He leans in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. ‘Well, I was hoping to spend some more time with a certain spitfire I met on the plane.’ You laugh and playfully push him away. ‘Oh, were you now? And what makes you think I’d be interested?’ Finley smirks. ‘I saw the way you looked at me after that little incident in the bathroom. You can’t deny there’s something between us.’ Your heart races as you remember the intense encounter, and you find yourself unable to resist his charm. ‘Alright,’ you say, feigning reluctance. ‘But only if you promise to behave.’ He raises an eyebrow. ‘Define “behave”.’ You glance around to make sure no one is listening before leaning in close to his ear. ‘No spitting,’ you whisper, feeling a thrill run through your body as you say the words. Finley chuckles softly. ‘I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try my best.’ You exchange numbers and agree to meet up later at the wedding before heading to collect your luggage. As you wait in line for a taxi, Finley playfully teases you about the spitting incident on the plane. ‘So,’ he says with a smirk, ‘any chance I’ll get another shower like that one?’ You roll your eyes but can’t help grinning at his boldness. ‘In your dreams,’ you reply, trying to sound dismissive, but your voice betrays your excitement. Finley steps closer, his body heat radiating towards you. ‘Maybe I could make those dreams come true.’ Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, but it quickly deepens as you both give in to your desires. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you eagerly explore each other’s mouths. Finley’s hands roam over your body, gripping your hips and pulling you tight against him. You can feel the heat of his arousal through his pants, and it sends a thrill of excitement through you. Suddenly, you break away from the kiss and look Finley in the eyes. ‘I want to try something,’ you say, your voice low and sultry. He raises an eyebrow in intrigue. ‘What did you have in mind?’ You take a step back and glance around to make sure no one is watching. Then, you lean in close to his ear and whisper, ‘I want you to spit on me.’ Finley’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate. He leans in and spits directly onto your lips, the warm saliva dripping down your chin. You shiver with pleasure as you taste his salty essence, feeling a surge of arousal course through your body. You grab Finley by the collar and pull him back towards you, kissing him passionately as you savor the flavor of his spit on your lips. He moans into the kiss, clearly enjoying your assertive side as you take control of the situation. As you continue to make out in the middle of the airport terminal, you can’t help but feel a sense of power and confidence coursing through you. You whisper commands in Finley’s ear, pushing him further out of his comfort zone and exploring your mutual attraction to spitting. The dynamic between you shifts as you become more dominant, taking charge of the situation and leading Finley into new territory. Finally, unable to resist any longer, you pull away from Finley and smirk at him. ‘I’ll see you later at the wedding,’ you say before turning and walking away, leaving him wanting more.