3 Best Airports for a “Lay”-Over
by Tara Quan
First off, I’d like to thank Teri for letting me pop in to promote my new book. A contemporary romance, Delicious Delay was just released by Decadent Publishing. The blurb and excerpt are at the end of this post, and the book is now available from the publisher (here), Amazon (here), Barnes & Noble (here) and other major ebook retailers (here).
Writing Delicious Delay forced me to mull over a plethora of logistical hurdles related to sex in an airport. Based on my travel experience, I’ve discovered a few airports that might be conducive to a “Lay”-Over. Below is my top 3, along with the reasons why. (Disclaimer: I do not advocate having sex in an airport.)
3. London Heathrow Airport (Terminal 5), U.K.: It’s not often that I factor “in-terminal shopping time” into my trips, but Heathrow makes it worth my while. Loaded with dining options and stores, the place is clean, lavish, and very nice to look at. Compound that with the occasional free whisky samples at duty free (with a live band playing in the background each time I’ve been there), this is the perfect airport to let your hair down and loosen up. With all the traffic this international hub gets, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility to “get lost in the crowd.”
2. Wellington International Airport, New Zealand: New Zealand was rated No. 1 on the World Freedom Index for 2013 (for reference, the U.S. clocked in at No. 7, and the U.K. at No. 18). I’ll extrapolate this to mean that if you do get caught having sex in the airport, you probably won’t be in a world of trouble. From personal experience, Wellington was the most “chill” airport I’ve ever been to. There was no one yelling at me to take off my shoes or fish out my laptop, and everyone there was almost creepily polite. Combine that with the Lord of the Rings-inspired décor (you must see it to believe it) and the faultless sanitation, this place will always be one of my favorite layover spots.
1. Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok, Thailand: Okay, I’m biased. I grew up in Bangkok and visit all the time. As such, I can safely say that this is one of those countries where a tourist can do no wrong (lest they choose to graffiti expletives directed at the king, in which case life can turn suddenly unpleasant). Thailand’s laissez-faire attitude, the purchasing power parity of foreign currency, the plethora of foot-rub spots, and the selection of massage oils for purchase in-terminal, puts this airport at the top of my best “Lay”-over list.
Are you wondering what I think are the worst airports for a “Lay”-over? Check out my January 3rd guest post over on Lucy Felthouse’s blog.
(You might have noticed I didn’t include a certain Middle Eastern airport on this list. While the risk of prison amps up the taboo-factor in Delicious Delay, it wouldn’t be quite as fun in real life. It does make for a good story though. Read on for the blurb and excerpt.)
Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?
Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?
He grinned. “So I have a proposal.”
She tried to get her breathing under control, without much success. “Why am I sure it’s an indecent one?”
He motioned his head toward the far end of the lounge. Latticed wooden screens gave that particular section more privacy. In an L-shaped room, the tucked-away location prevented a direct line of sight from the dining or reception areas.
He got up and offered her his hand. She hesitated for a long moment before taking it. With faltering footsteps, she followed him. More private or not, limits on how far this could go existed due to them being in an airport lounge. Since her self-control had chosen today to take a vacation, she appreciated the imposed constraint.
He lowered himself onto a plush leather sofa deep inside the cordoned area. With walls on either side and screens strategically angled, the space seemed to have been designed as a spot for people to nap.
On the brink of crossing a dangerous line, she hesitated. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m just giving you the opportunity to have your way with me,” he offered, his face the picture of innocence.
She hadn’t expected that answer. “I don’t quite follow.”
He kicked one of his legs out and tangled it with hers. She stumbled and instinctively moved her hands forward to brace herself. Her palms flattened over his hard muscled chest when she landed.
She traced the shape of his pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”
He chuckled, the low rumble all male. “I have access to the best personal trainers money can buy. They help keep me honest.”
She shook her head in disbelief as the man preened. “Have you heard of a concept called humility?”
“It’s not one of my virtues,” he admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”
She sighed. “It’s the polite thing to do.”
He placed his forefinger under her chin and tipped her head up, his expression playful. “So what is a sweet, polite, goody two shoes doing on top of me?”
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com