I woke up. I didn't even know how I fell asleep. The events that had happened before this mysterious slumber were and maybe always will be an enigma.

What mattered now was observing my new environment, which happened to be the inside of an airplane.

Looking around, I found myself being one of just many on this plane, although I seemed to be the most uneasy. At the time, a billion thoughts of how I could have gotten here were racing through my mind, faster than any damn NASCAR race that ever took place all at once. However, none of these thoughts were necessarily calming ones. In fact, I felt like a fucking neutron star with how densely packed all those thoughts were in my head.

It took a few minutes to calm myself down. It was an internal struggle that no one else on the plane could see. I'm glad for that, because I'm pretty sure the plane would've fucking crashed if everyone could see how panicked I was at first. Around 10 minutes after waking up, I was definitely calmer than I was initially.

I looked out the window. Considering the fact that I could kinda see the ground, I assumed that the plane was landing soon. In the meantime, I decided to try my best to act normal, which was something I usually found a little difficult. Not that I was that weird; I always made sure to bottle up my emotions, just as any other male my age. It's just that I always saw myself as a rampant, desperate pervert, and usually you'd never want people to see you like that as well. Of course, acting normal didn't really matter when I was on a plane with strangers I'd never know the names of, but I overthink everything so, yeah.

Soon, I realized that all I had with me was my phone, a wallet, and fucking nothing else. I then opened my phone.

3:35 PM

So, it was mid-to-late afternoon. I was on a plane about to land wherever the fuck it was gonna land, and I had no idea how I got there. A strange scenario, but it's not the end of the world. I didn't really have anything to care about at the start; nothing I really cared about back home, I mean. Perhaps this was a blessing, a divine intervention that strayed me away from the monotony of my daily life.

Well, the very, very least I could say is, well, it definitely was a break in the routine.

It took the plane another thirty or so minutes until it finally landed. I looked out the window again, and found myself at the landing thingy of an airport. At first glance at the environment around me, I thought I was much closer to home. The grass and trees looked like something you'd see somewhere in the Great Plains. This was, however, until I spotted a peculiar palm tree. A few more of those bastards, and I quickly realized that maybe this isn't such a familiar place.

Getting off the plane was a bit embarrassing, as I was the only one without any damn luggage to carry, so I was also one of the first ones to leave the plane. Upon leaving the plane, I was practically blinded by the sun. I didn't know that the sky would be so devoid of clouds, and also it was a little darker on the plane. Upon further inspection of my environment, I realized that, although the scenery was quite similar to what I'm accustomed to, there was something a little foreign about everything. I had an aching suspicion that I was a little more than far from home.

"WELCOME TO BRISBANE!"

I stared at one of the signs up on the wall. By now, I knew exactly where I was. Fucking Australia. It raised even more questions for my mind to wanna search answers to, but ultimately I knew I had to throw my arms up in surrender and admit, "it is what it is."

After spending the better half of 30 minutes just chilling in the lobby of the airport, I decided that I'd actually have to do something instead of sitting down thinking, "damn." I got up and walked to where I assumed the entrance was. Y'know, where all the metal detectors and shit are at.

As I was about to walk through the metal detectors, I just happened to be wandering my eyes at my surroundings absentmindedly, until however, I laid my eyes upon possibly one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen. Specifically, a woman who had to be one of the security people at this airport, as she had on a uniform. She was a gorgeous canine, covered in pristine orange and brown fur, and although you could tell that it's been a while since she was in her prime, she still had an almost absurd body. I mean damn, her breasts definitely stood the test of time. She must've been in her forties or something, but she had the chest of a woman half that age. And while her titties might have definitely been attractive to me, she wouldn't be complete at all if she didn't, you know, have the hips to match. Although at first sight, I couldn't really tell the exact size of her ass and general pelvic area, I knew she was thick as fuck. The black jeans that she was wearing as part of her uniform could barely contain her thighs, they were so tight. I could feel time stop, as if DIO had used The World in that moment so I could get a chance to stare at this hot ass woman. I could feel the blood rushing down to my dick as the seconds passed and it was just me and this woman as I was pitching a hefty tent in my pants. I could've stared at her forever, but I felt the need to stop acting like a perv in a public airport. But I also wanted to talk to her, so I gathered all of my courage and tried to see through the fog of this newfound horniness, and I took uneasy steps toward her.

Garth: Uh hi.

She turned to my direction, causing her tail to swing a little bit. My own tail was wagging so hard I was surprised it didn't catch fire. I could've imploded when she looked at me, and she smiled a bit.

Chilli: Oh, hey there, mate! I'm Chilli.

It took me a whole fucking lotta strength not to melt in front of her, especially upon hearing her voice. Having never heard an Australian accent in person, it was something I've never heard before. So exotic, I guess. And her voice was also so soft. I was surprised that I could manage to keep conversating with Chilli over the hormonal storm raging in my brain.

Garth: Oh, umm I'm Garth.

Chilli: Hehe, that's a great name! So, what brings you to Brisbane Airport?

She could probably tell I wasn't exactly Australian. And upon asking me such a question that I didn't even fucking know the answer to, I was kind of at a loss for words. Of course, the compliment was a part of it too; I've never really gotten used to those either. I simply had to lie to her, but also it kind of wasn't a lie, because I DID travel here nonetheless. I just didn't know how I got there.

Garth: Um I traveled, uh, here, you know, to Australia and yeah, haha.

I couldn't help but to let out an awkward chuckle in order to make things less silent. Because honestly, every single millisecond of silence between me and Chilli in this conversation was killing me. I just wanted her to like me, like a good first impression or something.

Chilli: Alright, I see. Well, are you enjoying it here so far, Garth?

Her smile was contagious. It's been a minute since someone had put that much hope and positivity in me. But as happy as she could make me, I still wanted to fuck her. As I constructed a response, I couldn't help but take a quick, almost light-speed glance at Chilli's breasts which were quite close to me.

Garth: I, uh yeah. It's nice

Apparently, she must have sensed me as I glanced at places that were a bit more intimate. Her eyebrows raised a little and now a hint of seduction was visible in her face.

Chilli: Oh, really? Hehe, I can tell you're enjoying something else, mate.

I felt a guilty smile creeping across my face. It's as if she read my fucking mind. But again, I felt as if she didn't really mind that much. If she didn't want me to stare, she'd probably be less casual about it. Here, it felt like she was basically letting my eyes feast on her. Still, my anxious ass couldn't help but blush a bit from her directness. It was pretty clear who was in control of themselves.

Garth: Oh uh I mean maybe haha

Chilli giggled at my shame. But, I didn't mind. I don't have no humiliation fetish or anything, but I let her point out every instance of my unchecked horniness.

Chilli: Oh, I don't mind Garth at least not that much, hehe. I understand that it must be quite the special occasion for a younger lad like you to, y'know, see a woman like me up close.

I nodded. She was right. Really, the only other time I've seen someone with a body like hers was in those step-mom porn videos.

Garth: Um yeah, yeah you're right, haha

By now, a hot pink blush had covered most of my face. I was pretty much just making myself even cuter, I guess.

After a short beat of silence with lust in the air, Chilli leaned in closer to me with a look of conspiratory deviousness, like we were plotting to assassinate a politician.

Chilli: If ya want, you could come over to my place sometime. Sure, that'd be pretty tricky, with me having a husband and kids and all, but I'm sure we could, y'know, find a way, hehe.

This did nothing to ease the rising arousal within me. My tongue was about to loll out of my mouth any second now, but I tried my best to hang on to that last bit of control, knowing that we were still in public.

Chilli then proceeded to pull out a little notebook or something from her purse. She wrote a little something in one of the pages, ripped the page out, and handed it to me. I stared at the paper, and then back at her.

It appeared that she had written her address and phone number on the paper.

I looked back at Chilli again after examining the written information again. She winked.

Chilli: Come over whenever ya want.

She said this in possibly the most flirtatious tone I've ever heard in my life. Well at least, me talking to someone else. By now, she was leaning in quite close to me, close enough to where I could feel her almost intoxicating breath on my neck. This teasing was too much. My ears were pressed almost flat against my head, and I was awkwardly fiddling with my paws, wanting to look away from Chilli's glances. Was it a bit weird? Yeah, kinda. I had only been 18 for a few weeks at that point, and she was at least 20 or so years older than me, most likely. But to say I didn't mind deep down, was an understatement.

Garth: Uhmm I'll I'll think about it, Ch-Chilli, haha

She leaned ever closer to me, our gazes meeting up again, and she ended up kissing me on the nose. Said body part twitched and sniffled in response, and I can't help but mention how hard my dick throbbed within my pants. Not knowing how to verbally respond, I let out a strange aroused noise from my throat, indicating my excitement. Continuing her teasing, she brought one of her paws over and played with my hair a bit.

Chilli: Good boy. Now, I gotta go, 'cause my shift's over.

She then placed her paw around my neck, and proceeded to gaze at my lips for a second. Before I could react or respond or anything, she pulled me in for a split-second kiss on my aforementioned lips. And before I could even let out another confused horny sound, she turned away from me and started to exit the airport, her shift clearly over.

As she was walking away she turned her head halfway and looked at me one more time.

Chilli: Hope to see you soon, mate.

After winking at me seductively again, she was gone, probably going home to her husband and kids she mentioned.

I just stood there where I had been for the past 10-20 minutes or so during my little chat with Chilli. Unable to control my feelings, I felt myself gravitating towards the airport bathrooms.

And I found myself violently masturbating to her. Dry, no lubrication. Just me and my greedy paw, rubbing my dick like it was a fucking Genie's lamp. I thought it'd be ripped off before I finished, but somehow, it managed to stay attached to the rest of me throughout this beating session. Trying not to attract anyone else's attention, I moaned as quietly as possible. Still, I was breathing very hard, panting with a heavy amount of force.

It didn't take too long for me to ejaculate, considering it was Chilli whom I was stroking it to. I ended up blowing my fierce load all over the door, which was my one shield to protect me from exposing myself to the world in this horny, vulnerable state. As much as I wanted to clean up after my mess in my post-nut clarity state, I didn't. I just didn't have the time to even care about cleaning up my sperm. If I was never gonna be in this damn airport again, why did it matter? Or at least that's what I was thinking when I was washing my paws.

As I exited Brisbane Airport, I swore that her scent was still in the evening air. It must've been only 20 or so minutes since she left, and I could still feel her presence, although she was probably home at this point.

I pulled out my phone again, to check the time.

6:55 PM