Luton Lust
"Airport security at Luton catches many things—but officer Folake never expected to catch feelings for the thick Somali flight attendant who keeps getting flagged for 'random' checks."
The flagging was suspicious.
Hawa got selected for additional screening every single time she came through Luton.
"This is harassment," she complained.
Folake checked the system. The flags were genuine—random selection, no bias.
"Just luck," she said.
"Bad luck or good luck?" Hawa's eyes sparkled. "Depends on who's doing the screening."
The screenings became memorable.
Professional, always. But with glances that lingered. Touches that felt charged.
"You have beautiful hands," Hawa observed during one check.
"Please remain still."
"Hard to remain still when you touch me like that."
Folake's professionalism wavered.
They met outside work eventually.
Coffee at the airport hotel. Then dinner. Then drinks in Hawa's room.
"I kept hoping I'd get flagged," Hawa admitted. "Just to see you."
"You could have just said hello."
"Where's the adventure in that?" She moved closer. "I like a little risk."
"So do I."
The hotel room became their regular destination.
Hawa's layovers were always in Luton now—she'd arranged it.
"Isn't this abuse of the system?" Folake asked.
"I'm not using the random screening." Hawa pushed her onto the bed. "I'm just using my airline scheduling. Very different."
"Very different," Folake agreed as Hawa's mouth found hers.
They made love with the roar of planes taking off.
Hawa's thick body was endless terrain to explore. Her sounds were better than any in-flight entertainment.
"I've wanted this for months," Hawa gasped.
"Then why wait?"
"Building anticipation." She grinned. "Like a good flight delay."
The arrangement worked perfectly.
Regular layovers. Regular encounters. Regular reminders that life could be exciting.
"Best thing about flying into Luton," Hawa would say.
"Best thing about working at Luton," Folake agreed.
The airport had never seen such dedicated employees.