I went out with a passenger and thats how I met my girl……
I work in Airport. Like any other corporate life, aviation doesn’t offer you a 9-5 life. It is a life of shifts. I mostly work on night shifts because of personal reasons. The aviation also offers you opportunities that are wild and second to none. A thrill of getting to know different people and serve them.
It was around October last year. Flights were going full and overbooked. Few passengers would not make into the flight due to overbooking and we had to accommodate them to other flight. Then there was this Tamang lady, she was traveling alone and offered to be the voluntary offload for the overbooking. We had to give her hotel and compensation to which she agreed to. She said she still had few days to reach her destination but took the ticket as it was cheapest for the day. We had a great conversation as she seemed well informed about how airlines worked. She was smart, at least got to know through her words and how comfortable I was talking to her.
Not to forget, she was fineeee. A woman with figure, on the chubbier side. She was a NRN, permanent resident of Australia.
I was handed the task to provide transportation to offloaded passengers to the hotel and other colleagues were handling the further flight operations. The hotel was around 20 minutes from the airport and we had to wait for the hotel to send their vehicle. We were out of the check in area, waiting for the vehicle.
I was giving time to other passengers as well but I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was also constantly looking after me. Trying to be around me. She was confident and I didn’t think she was clueless about anything.
She came and asked how long will it take for me to be done with my work and if i was free afterwards. I felt something was going on in her mind. I asked what was she thinking of. She replied that she wanted to go out during the night and enjoy. I immediately knew where it was going.
She smiled when she said it, and there was something unmistakably confident about the way she held my gaze.
“Go out where?” I asked, pretending not to understand.
“Somewhere with good music,” she said. “You look like you know Kathmandu at night.”
I laughed. “I know a few places.”
“Then show me.”
For a moment, I forgot that I was still wearing my airport uniform and had passengers waiting around me. The conversation suddenly felt less like two strangers passing time and more like something neither of us was quite willing to name.
The hotel vehicle finally arrived. I helped everyone with their luggage and made sure they were settled. Before she got in, she turned toward me.
“What time do you finish?”
“Soon. Probably another hour or so.”
She smiled. “Then don’t disappear.”
That sentence stayed in my head for the rest of my shift.
When I finally finished, my phone had a message from her.
“Still awake?”
I smiled.
“Always on night shift.”
Her reply came almost immediately.
“Good. Come out.”
We met later that night at a restaurant in Thamel. Without her luggage, travel documents and the formal atmosphere of the terminal between us, she seemed completely different.
We talked for hours.
Australia. Nepal. Airports. Travel. Family. Relationships. The strange loneliness of living between two countries.
She was funny, confident and surprisingly easy to talk to. Every now and then, the conversation would go quiet, and neither of us seemed interested in breaking the silence.
At one point she leaned closer.
“You know,” she said, “you’ve been looking at me since the airport.”
I laughed nervously.
“So have you.”
“I know.”
That was the moment the atmosphere changed.
There was no dramatic declaration, no rehearsed line. Just two adults sitting across from each other, both understanding exactly what was happening.
She reached for my hand.
I held it.
The rest of the night became slower and quieter. We left the restaurant together, walking beneath the lights of Thamel, talking and laughing like we’d known each other much longer than a few hours.
When we reached the hotel, she stopped at the entrance and looked at me.
“Are you coming in?”
I looked at her for a second.
“Are you sure?”
She smiled.
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
I followed her upstairs.
The door closed behind us, and for the first time that night, there were no passengers, no boarding announcements, no uniforms and no airport rules, just the two of us.
She stepped closer.
We kissed.
Everything that had been building between us throughout the night finally found its answer in that moment. The kiss became longer, warmer and more intimate, and we held each other as though neither of us wanted the night to end. She was wearing a long skirt and tank top. I started roaming my hands inside her tank top reacher for her boobs. Still into the kiss, I started kneading her boobs. It was soft and filled my hands. I went for her neck. Her moans started coming and reaching my ears. She started rubbing my dick above my pants when I felt the dick being rock hard. I carried her to the bed, undressed her turn by turn, until she was left in her black bikini garments. I wasn’t reluctant. She had a fragrance that I can’t describe, a sweet fruity smell. I kissed her pussy above the panty to which she responded by pushing my head to it. I removed her panty and keeping mu eye contact. She nodded and I was ready to devour her clits. I kissed the area around the labia, soft kisses and teasing her clits my moving away after a touch of my lips. I did that constantly until she pulled my hairs and warned, “if you do that one more time, I’m gonna kill you” I shoved my face into the pussy and started sucking her clits. I then slipped my fingers into her damn wet pussy, while I was still licking her pussy. She let out a burst of water after a minute. She moaned like crazy. I went up and asked for consent.
“Are you ready?”
“You bitch, Give me your dick, fuck me like you’ve not fucked in years. I want your dick inside me, right now”
She grabbed my rock hard dick and started kissing it. My dick was drooling with pre-cum, she licked it clean and started sucking it. I was the hardest i ever felt in my life. She looked good at it. She was also passing the eye contact. I held her hair and started pushing myself into her throat, she gagged. She was breathless. I knew I was ready to enter her.
“Protection or No protection?”
“Give it to me Raw”
Put her down into missionary and I rubbed my dick on her clits. I teased her. She threw her hands on me and screamed.
“Bitchh pleaseeeee just fuck me now!!!”
I gave my dick a one shot into her pussy. She was sooo wet that my dick felt like entering a lubricated pipe. I fucked her in a passionate way, like i was so in love with her, her legs wrapped around me and her hand on my head, the other one on my ass. I fucked her in that position for a good 10 minutes where she came around two times. I didn’t want to cum so I edged. I took mu dick off and waited until it felt ok to enter again. Changed positions, doggy. She had a good figure and a rounded butt. I’d say a perfect porn view. I held her love handle and started fucked her again. With that wetness and heat, I knew she would milk my dick in a minute. I asked her, “bhitra ki baira” she said bhitrai jhardeu kei hunna. I went to a drill mode and drilled her for around 40 to 50 thrusts until I came inside her pussy.
Eventually, the rest of the world disappeared behind that hotel room door. I fucked her multiple times that night.
By morning, the woman who had been a stranger at the check-in counter was lying beside me, smiling at the absurdity of how a simple overbooking had brought us together.
She looked at me and said,
“Funny how sometimes missing a flight can make you end up exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
I laughed.
And somehow, that was the perfect ending to the strangest night of my aviation career. We are still in relationship.
She comes to Nepal every three months…