Airport 1

His plane has landed, and is on the runway, taxiing.

Standing in the airport waiting at the gate, my stomach a jumble of nerves, I stare out the enormous window watching for the 777 to pull into view. God, was this a mistake? What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't like him? How could I not? We've been talking online and over the phone for over five months... we get along wonderfully, we have similar tastes, we have the same twisted sense of humor... we LAUGH. We have exchanged photos, we are attracted to one another. How could he not? But... what if he's a maniac and has been hiding it all this time? I've heard those guys are some smooth talkers... At least Ted Bundy was, wasn't he? O God O God O God...

Here it comes... here comes his plane... O my God... my blood is racing a mile a minute. Looking around, I try to decide where to stand... should I be right here in plain sight? Should I be a short distance away so I can see him first? Hehe, should I stand behind this post and just watch him for awhile? Nervous laughter erupts from my mouth and a woman standing nearby edges away from me slightly. Was I dropped on my head too many times as a child? What is WRONG with me?

Here they come, the first passengers. No... not him. No... not him. Ten or twelve people exit the plane. Where's he at? My eyes narrow. He just BETTER not have stood me up, 'cause if he did, I am gonna be one pissed-off little... Oh, shit! I dropped my purse! Dammit! Crud, everything's rolling all over the place. Scrunching down, I hurriedly grab at my lipstick, old receipts, change... Man, this quarter is OLD! I hold it up to the light for a second. C'mon woman! He's gonna be here any second. I grab something. EWWWWW!! An unwrapped mint with tobacco and lint stuck to it. How disgusting! Why didn't I clean out my purse, dammit! Scrambling on my knees now for an old thin dollar bill wafting away, I almost run right into someone's feet. Damn! Can't they see I'm looking for something? O God. O no. It's a man. And he's not moving. Dear God, IT'S HIM.

"Looking for something? Or are you just glad to see me?" A chuckle. It's him. It's his voice, I'd recognise it anywhere, it's invaded my dreams for months now. I squeeze my eyes shut just for a second, gather my tattered dignity, and raise my head to look at him, trying to be noncholant about the whole thing. "Oh, hello. Was that your plane already?" How am I going to stand up in this dress without looking like a complete idiot?

Taking matters into his own hands, he reaches down, grabs my arms and whisks me to my feet effortlessly. My eyes are lowered in embarassment, hopefully he'll think it's the proper respect I'm showing instead. Why doesn't he let go? My arms are burning with the heat from his hands. One hand lets go and slips under my chin, gently raising my head to meet his eyes. God! Is he fine or what? Somersaults are being performed in my belly, my face is on fire, my body is reacting violently to this gorgeous man standing before me. Why, O why didn't i wear panties??? Oh, that's right, you don't wear them, that's why, you nitwit, I think to myself. Get yourself together, girl, NOW!

"Uh... uh... how was your flight?" O God! I want him... I want him now... I blink heavily at him and he will NOT quit staring at me! My pussy is dripping, I can feel it. Those few times we had phone sex, I had no idea I was playing with someone like this, his picture does him no justice at all. Beautiful, thick, wavy prematurely silver hair, brooding azure eyes, adonis-like features, and those lips! Those full, kissable, suckable lips curved into a sexy, devilish smile. Remembering the words we spoke, the times I came for him over the phone, my face burns, my nipples harden, my clit twitches. Even my high heeled feet feel all tickley.

"The flight was just fine, kitten. " Drip, drip... gushes my pussy. His hand snakes up my back, I can't help but shiver involuntarily, and he chuckles as his hand finds my hair, grasps it tightly and he leans in for a kiss. Is this what a chocolate bar feels like out in the summer sun... I wonder, as his lips meet mine. His arms wrap around me as mine wrap around him and time stands still. Minutes, hours, who knows... go by and we stand body to body, kissing deeply, passionately. By now, I'm practically trying to climb him, and he breaks away, laughing a little bit. Leaning his forehead against mine, he says, "kitten... i have to have you. " My eyes slide guiltily away from his bulging trousers. "Yes... " I reply breathlessly, trying to grab his hand to lead him to the parking garage. "My car is parked out here... I... I'm just so happy you made it safely. We'll get you checked in, grab a bite... are you hungry? I'm not but if you are we can go to this cute little place by your hotel... whatever you want... they've got really good food... just the other day a friend of mine told me she ate there and that the food was fabulous... so we'd better get going, don't you think?" Someone please shut me up. I'm babbling mindlessly. As i start to walk away, he doesn't move or let go of my hand and I'm jerked back into his arms.

"J... Jon... come on, let's get you checked in. How... how about a drink? You thirsty? I'll bet you're all wired... we'll just go and sit for a bit... relax... "

"Kitten... come here. "

"Wh... what is it, Jon? Don't you want to... aren't we supposed to talk? Didn't we agree to sit and talk this over?" '

"We've said all that needs to be said... Do you want me, kitten?"

"Well, y... yes, but... but... this isn't how we agreed it would go... Don't you remember what we spoke about? How we'd sit down face-to-face and discuss everything? We discussed this two weeks ago when you made your reservations... "

"Kitten, do you want to submit to me?"

"Well, " My face is burning. I don't want him to know how much I want him. "Probably, but we were gonna talk about it... remember?"

"Yes, we are going to talk about it... right now. "

"NOW?"

"Now. "

Blushing furiously, I whisper "S... Sir, now, Sir?"

A low satisfied chuckle... "Good girl, and yes, now. "

My heart practically stops. O my God, he's gonna say "On your knees, or something equally as bad. "

I force myself to relax, face him, and lower my eyes.

"Look at me. "

I look.

He slowly raises his hand, accidentally (?) brushing my breast, brings it to rest on my neck, my throat. To the casual onlooker, it seems as though he's caressing me, but I feel the slight pressure, the wanting.

O my God, he's gonna strangle me, I think, poised for flight now, wondering if I can run in these damn heels. I could kick them off... run like hell, screaming... Mom always said to scream real loud... Why, O why didn't I ever get that whistle? Bet Mom never would have, in her wildest dreams, think I'd be running from a sadistic serial killer that I actually CHOSE to meet... Sheesh.

I can see the headlines now: "STUPID CONSENTING WANNABE SLAVE STRANGLED BY SADISTIC SERIAL KILLER... BODY FOUND IN BAGGAGE COMPARTMENT OF BIG ASS PLANE" More at 11...

I feel his hand on my throat, his nails lightly digging into my burning flesh... it's a combination between a caress and control.

"You know my views, you know I'm not a sadist... you know my experience and my pleasure. You have your safeword, and I promise I will stop immediately when you use it. What questions do you have?"

"Uh... uh... I already asked you everything I can think of. "

"Right, we've pretty much discussed it all, haven't we? If you think of anything else, we'll stop right there and discuss it. Now, Kitten, do you want me? Do you want to submit to me? You must tell me to my face. "

"Uh... uh... " I'm shaking. I'm stuttering. I have never done this before and I'm terrified. Doesn't he know this????? He should know this. Isn't there a Dom handbook floating around out there somewhere?

Those eyes... they sear my very soul. I am riveted. Frozen. He loosens his grip as I gaze into those fathomless blue orbs and lets his hands drop. My legs are weak, I'm afraid I'm going to fall off my shoes any second... my KNEES are knocking almost, for God's sake!

Ok, girl, I tell myself. It's now or never. This was too intense, it took a lot of effort on both our parts to get this far. We like each other. Remember how you wanted him to come? How BAD you wanted this? Do you really want to go through this again, with SOMEONE ELSE? No, no, I want him. I want him. It has to be him.

So I whisper, "Y... yes, I do. "

"You know that once you agree, you then belong to me. "

Is something running down my leg? Dare I look?

Clamping my knees together I say again, "Yes. "

Silently, he takes my hand, leads me down the hallway toward the exit. Poor man, I think to myself. He's got his carry-on and me, he has no idea where the garage is, he's just walking me like I'm a pet or something.

Finally, we arrive at my car, and I silently thank the Goddess I didn't forego my usual airport routine of writing my parking space number on my hand. He chuckles at that, too. He seems to be chuckling an awful lot. Am I that goofy? What is he laughing at all the time, anyway? Well, I'm just sooo glad he's so amused by all this, considering the fact that I'm about to pee my pants - make that pee my non-pants - from nervousness.

Who does he think he is, anyway, doesn't he know I'm doing him a FAVOR here??? The arrogance, the NERVE...

He sets his carry-on on the ground and... "Mmmphhh!"

All of a sudden, I'm slammed up against my car, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his tongue parting my lips. Okayyyy... Hershey Kiss in the sun time again... O yes, I'm melting... melting is good...

His knee wedges itself between mine, now he's pressed up against me, body to body, and boy, is he glad to see me! My snap down denim dress has popped a bottom snap or two... or three or four, who's counting at a time like this, my bare snatch feels the roughness of his jeans flattened, but NOT flattened, if you know what I mean (nod nod wink wink) against it. Never did get around to asking those questions online or over the phone. We never once discussed body parts, or measurements. It feels like a telephone pole in there! My God! His hands are roaming my body as if it belongs to him and he can do anything he damn well pleases with it, which, by the way, he is doing. Slowly, looking into my eyes the entire time, he unsnaps the rest of my dress, exposing my bra, belly and trimmed pussy. His eyes flicker over my body, then back to my eyes.

I'm on fire with embarrassment and desire. Both hands are squeezing my breasts, thumbs flicking over my erect nipples poking through my bra, demanding attention. I'm kissing back hard, sucking his lower lip and tongue like a demented woman. So I'm demented. Who cares. His mouth is all over my neck and chest. He bites my nipples thru my thin bra. Jolts of electricity shoot from my breasts to my pussy at warp speed. Now his hands are moving down my sides, over my hips ans ass, back up and they pause, circling my waist, squeezing. My hands are in his hair, holding on like I'm drowning in a sea of lust. My right leg, out of the blue, like it has a mind of it's own, rises slowly against his left side, and he reaches down and grabs my thigh, owning it, lifting it higher... snaking his hand around to cup my bare ass, as his other hand joins it and I find myself being lifted onto the edge of the car, on the front side, out of sight of onlookers.

Well, almost out of sight... if someone were parked near us, they'd see right away that his head was now dipping between my sticky thighs and they'd see my head thrown back in abandonment. They'd see my hands gripping his thick silver hair and my knees up on the car as he lapped at me like I was the last existing bowl of Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk. O God! His mouth is doing marvelous things to my body. His fingers are opening me wide for his o-so-talented tongue and lips. My clit is swelling, throbbing as his tongue circles it over and over and I'm gonna cum soon, O God...

I'm panting hard, trying to be quiet, but it's impossible, there's a roaring in my head, it's building hard and fast. My knees clamp on his ears and he forces them open, circling, sucking... and I can't help it... I scream. A strong sweaty hand clamps over my mouth and I shake my head as I cum, trying to... I don't really know what it is I'm trying to do, I just know I'm having the best orgasm of my life. I try to slide back, away from this onslaught of ecstasy that's so intense and he wraps his arms around my thighs, pinning me to his face. It won't stop. Wave after wave of electricity rushes through me over and over. My hands are in his hair now, trying to pull his head away...

And as I'm between waves of pleasure, the biggest, hardest cock I have ever seen or felt rams into my sopping cunt, and I cum all over again... or more, who knows at this point. All I know is he's ramming me, slamming into me, and I can feel my pussy muscles stretch to accommodate him, then contract around his huge cock, pulling him in deeper and deeper... I'm on my back now, his hands are holding onto my hips as he fucks me, thrusting into my hot wet pussy over and over. My legs are up on his shoulders now, and we're both grunting, panting, slamming into each other. He never takes his eyes off me, he watches as I cum and cum again. He pushes deeper into me, charting previously unknown territories, (is he ever big!) and as another orgasm rips through me he grips my hips, his face sweating in the hot garage, and he squirts hot lava into me, groaning aloud. I can feel my cunt throbbing, twitching around his still hard cock... and he finally collapses on top of me for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath, my legs dangling weakly on either side of him.

He raises up, still leaning on me and speaks.

"Kitten, " Softly he speaks. "I'm going to ask one last time. Are you absolutely sure?"

I smile. He smiles, I know it, and chuckles.

"Yes, Jon" My pussy squeezes his cock, as if to confirm my answer.

He withdraws, straightens, helps me up and rearranges our clothing.

He looks at me. Holds his hand out for the keys.

"Get in the car. I'll drive. "

"But you don't know where we're going. "

"Kitten, get in the car, and pull your dress up so your bare bottom touches the seat. "

I stare at him for a second. I LIKE this.

"Yes, Jon. "

"Oh, and by the way, didn't you tell me there's an adult toy store somewhere near here?"

More somersaults.

"Yes, but I've never been there. "

"Then let's go. There's some things I'm going to be needing. Judging by the strength of your thighs, we're going to need some strong straps. " I almost cum again right there upon hearing this.

God, is he always going to embarrass me like this? Is he always going to be so... direct?? Doesn't he know i used to be Catholic??

We get in the car, drive to the booth to pay for parking. As he hands the woman some cash, he turns to me and says, "I hope you got plenty of sleep last night. You're going to need that rest. "

Laughing heartily, he drives away heading for the toy store as I wiggle and squirm, enjoying this new sensation on my bottom.

"Oh, do you think you'd like a paddle, or my hand?"

"HUH???"