My retro bag, which I’d checked for my flight, came around on the baggage carousel. My thoughts were already far away from the airport as I mentally prepared for the next morning’s client meeting. So when I snatched up the distinctive luggage, my mind didn’t register that it was a little lighter than it should have been.

I was in a cab, heading for my hotel, when I wanted something out of my bag. I intended to be ready for my meeting. The client was someone my firm really wanted to sign. If I secured the deal, it would make my reputation. Also, I really liked the art the dude made.

Opening the bag, I had a moment of disorientation before I realized that none of the items belonged to me. Moreover, the underwear neatly folded in there was of the feminine variety.

“Shit!” I said out loud.

The cabdriver asked what was wrong, and I said, “You have to turn around, I’m afraid. I grabbed somebody else’s bag.” I felt stupid, but the bag did look exactly like mine, which I’d picked up in a vintage shop. The odds of there being two of these around at the same airport on the same day in the exact same color scheme…

I couldn’t even imagine those odds. I only hoped this wasn’t some weird omen. Everything could go to shit that night, so long as the next day went smoothly.

I went in and explained my situation to someone in a uniform. A fair amount of runaround ensued, just short of pratfalls and slapstick, but eventually the comedy of errors was resolved. A woman had already informed airport personnel that her bag was missing, and that a bag in the very same design as hers was in baggage claim.

I was escorted to the other party. I started apologizing immediately, the words tumbling forth — but the whole time I was struck by how lovely the woman was. Her figure, hair and face all hit some sweet spot of attraction for me. Under different circumstances, I would have probably asked her out for a drink.

Janice waited patiently throughout my apology, a soft smile on her rather sensual lips. When I ran out of breath, she fixed me with bewitching eyes and said, “I have to know. Where did you find your bag? I thought I had the only one!”

I told her, and she simply nodded at the coincidence.

By that point, the airport personnel had abandoned us. I’d handed off her bag and picked up my heavier one. We were walking together to the exit doors.

I had felt a spark jump between us. She was smart and funny, and exuded a beguiling sexuality. But I had my client meeting and prep work to do. I was steadfast. At least, I was until Janice said, “Will you come have coffee with me?”

We were in her city, and she brought me to a cool café, where we talked some more. When I told her the name of the artist I was hoping to land — a minor breach of professional etiquette — her eyes popped.

“Oh I love his work!” she gushed.

That did it. I was hooked. If this improvised “date” of ours went any further, I would be helpless. I’d have to go along with whatever fate had in store.

Suddenly, she was looking at my bag, which was sitting next to me in the booth, and that sweet smile was on her lips again.

Dreamily, she said, “It’s insanely ironic, isn’t it?”

“What?” I asked, feeling something monumental was coming. I was excited and nervous.

“That we have the same taste in luggage, and I’m about to ask you back to my place.”

Her eyes met mine, and my cock stirred in my slacks.

Off to her place we went, two strangers with an odd but undeniable connection. Chance had put us together. Fate plainly wanted our connection to happen. And I was seething with desire for her.

We set our identical bags down just inside her apartment door.

“Try to remember which one is yours,” she joked.

I started to chuckle, but she stifled the laugh by pressing her lips against mine.

The kiss started slow and a little cautious, then melted into a deep probing. Our tongues came into play, and her lips mashed against mine. I had her in my arms. Her soft body seemed to pulse with passion in my embrace. She pressed hard against me. Her thigh went brazenly between my legs and rubbed against my bulging groin.

Excitement lit up my being. I felt her stiffened nipples — even through her top. She moaned deep in her throat. We were both shivering with anticipation.

“Come to the bedroom,” she said hoarsely before leading me there.

In the room, she undressed. I watched for a moment, absolutely captivated by the sight of her bare body as it came into view. She was beautiful, with generous tits and cock-hardening curves.

I stripped, and my dick sprang free. She boldly took hold of my erection, and I moved as she towed me by my member up onto her bed. The feel of her touch was deliciously electric. Her fingertips played over my throbbing shaft. We lay down side by side.

My hand cupped her luscious breast. I caught her erect nipple between two knuckles and squeezed. She wriggled, pleasure dancing across her face. She threw a leg over my thigh and rubbed her damp groove against me.

We kissed again. The feel of all her bare skin against mine was wonderful. I smelled the rising aroma of her excitement and felt myself oozing a dewdrop of pre-come as she continued to fondle my cock.

I kneaded her other tit, tweaking her nipple with extra pressure. Her fingers fisted my cock and started pumping me. I moved a hand between her silken thighs and teased the dripping cleft of her pussy.

I was about to go down on her. However, she apparently had the same idea as me but moved quicker. She pushed me onto my back and squirmed her way down my body. Her lips dotted kisses along my torso, then she was nestled between my legs. I cradled her, pressing my knees along her sides as she gently scooped up my balls in her hand.

She exhaled her hot breath on my straining staff. Her tongue slowly swirled around my cockhead. She licked up a droplet of pre-come from my rigid rod, then her lips sealed around me. Her soft, cinching mouth dropped down my cock. She didn’t hurry but didn’t once pause, either. She sucked me right down to where her hand was tenderly caressing my nuts, which added to my already outstanding pleasure. She held me like that for a moment, my cockhead well into her throat, then she set off to truly suck me.

It was almost as beautiful to watch as it was to experience. The sensations were fantastic. She kept up a perfect rhythm and pressure as her head bobbed.

My own head dropped back onto the pillow, and for a timeless stretch, I only knew the pleasure of her mouth. The bedroom walls melted, the ceiling turned to clouds and a sexual mist lay over me. It was only when her head came up — and the bedroom air touched my spit-wet cock — that I realized I had broken out into a serious sweat.

I took advantage of her pause. This was our first time together, me and Janice, and I didn’t want to just shoot off in her mouth. I sat up and maneuvered us around, putting her on her back. Shouldering apart her thighs, I settled between her legs and gazed upon her gleaming pussy. Eagerly, I put my tongue to her. She responded immediately, jerking her hips. I lapped at her furrow, then wormed my way inside, parting her lips and getting a taste of her nectar.

She squirmed wildly, and I pulled back. I ate her hard, lapping at her clit until she was seriously thrashing. She grabbed hold of my hair, and when she yanked, I didn’t mind because it signaled her climax. As she came down off her orgasmic high, I slid my hands under her ass cheeks, lifted and tilted her, and brought my tongue tip to her asshole. I flicked it against her rear opening, and the touch of my tongue definitely kicked her into a higher gear.

Janice sprang at me, and suddenly I was on my back. She mounted me, forcefully jamming her pussy onto my cock. She slammed down on me, rocking the mattress beneath us. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, but her downward lunges were so strong and fast I could barely keep up with her.

She pounded me like that, her tits bouncing, her body flexing and her skin shining with sweat. Another climax soon shook her. But sexual momentum was still carrying her along. She climbed off me, spun around onto her hands and knees, and faced away from me.

I didn’t need her to tell me that she wanted to be fucked from behind.

My hands shook as I laid them on the sweet globes of her ass. I slowly slid my cock into her slickened cunt, teasing her with the briefest penetration. I wanted to take my time, fucking her with deliberate ease, but Janice had a different plan.

With a furious grunt, she rocked back and impaled herself all the way, taking my dick balls-deep into her pussy. I fucked her, stroking into her forcefully, and then picked up speed. I soon felt myself go into a shuddering overdrive. My balls spanked her as I banged her box.

When I came, we were both thrashing around so much I wasn’t sure if she snuck in yet another climax!

We cuddled afterward, but then I had to go. I took the right bag on my way out. But I was so very glad I’d taken the wrong one earlier.