The ride to the airport was very uneventful, as Burt was in the car with the Cougar and myself. The Cougar was riding shotgun in my shiny new '07 Prius rental. She was digging my ride and my driving. I protect the environment and hunt Cougars all at the same time, I'm that good. We began game planning for the night ahead. You see, the Cougar and I had similar flight times but we were in different terminals at the airport. I came up with the ingenius plan to check in my luggage beforehand and then make the trek over to her terminal.
As I embarked on my journey, I had many thoughts running through my head, such as if I was going to bag the Cougar in the bathroom stall? If the chance arose, I most definitely would. Suddenly, I was awoken from my daydreams by the sight of the Cougar calling me on the cell. We decided to sit down for drinks and appetizers at one of the airports many fine eateries. We headed to the bar area and sat at a six seater across from each other. Drinks were ordered, gazes were given, and conversations were had. The Cougar was not very fond of beer, but ordered one nonetheless. I believe she made the comment that after two beers she would be feeling good. Ka-CHING! One more round waitress! Food was ordered, eyelases fluttered, and conversation continued. We discussed the debacle of people sitting on the same side of a booth since we had somewhat the same quandry, albeit at a bar/table instead of a booth. I'm against same side sitting, the Cougar was all for it. Note taken. It appeared that I was either on my game or the Cougar needed a kill and needed it quickly because I could do no wrong with word or deed.
All of a sudden things took a turn for the worse as a hostess sat three men, who were ultimately enamoured with the Cougar, at our table. More drinks were ordered, frustrations grew, and Rampage went on the offensive. We all made introductions and small talk and luckily the Cougar still only had eyes for the Rampage. All of us at the table were waiting for flights that had been delayed. We setup a rotation to go check the flight status on the displays outside the restaurant. After returning from my turn to check the flights, I made the move to sit next to the Cougar. See "Note taken" above. (I still feel I did not break my same side sitting stance since other people were at the table) What a move it was. The Cougar was immediately all over me. Slight arm touching was a thing of the past. Now it was full on contact. We had progressed to leg caressing among other things. I dared not stand up. I still wish I could have known what the three guys at the table were thinking. They had to be looking at me, this young guy pulling their type of tail and just saying "that little shit".
The next event I'm not exactly proud to tell, but I must, since the Brigade demands it. The Cougar put on some chapstick/lip balm to accentuate her pouty lips and gave me the "pucker" look. Well, the Rampage dove right in and got some of that chapstick right from her lips. I know, very middle schoolish, but I'd do it again.
More drinks, inebriation setting in, and more conversation. Eventually, the time to depart was upon us. The Cougar walked with me to the brink of my terminal. Goodbyes were said. The Cougar told me to call her if my flight was cancelled because get this, she would purposefully miss her flight. Ka-CHING! A final embrace was given and after the release, the look of seduction was in her eyes. The Rampage took advantage and went in for the kiss. It wasn't anything gratuitous, maybe 8-10 seconsds worth. Come on we were in the middle of the airport, I couldn't grope a breast or undo a belt! Cougars are classy, they don't get nasty in public. Before I knew it, I was on my way.
On the way to my gate I was thinking of my near miss. I arrive at my gate to find that my flight was indeed cancelled. First things first, I call up the Cougar. She's in line to board her flight. She asks "Do you want me to get out of line?" I wanted to scream YES, but I couldn't bring myself to make someone miss a flight home and decided to let her go her own way. I'm an idiot, an imebicle, a putz, a lunatic. You get the picture.
I picked up my luggage, headed outside, and hopped on the first hotel shuttle that came my way. It didn't matter where I was going at that point. I got a room wherever I ended up and lo and behold received a phone call from the Cougar. Her plane was on hold on the tarmac. There was hope for Rampage yet. I told the Cougar that I had a room. She said she would let me know if the flight was cancelled, and if so head to my hotel room. I proceeded to the bar to wait out the scenario and got sauced on Vodka Tonics. However, it was not to be. The Cougar's flight eventually took off. Till we meet again Cougar, till we meet again!
Fade to Black......