It had been ages since we had last been together. From the moment I saw her walk through the security checkpoint, I began to get impatient to get her home and between her small, but powerful thighs.
At only 5' 1" and hardly 100lbs, her petite frame didn't look like it could withstand much. But only the two of us knew better.
I watched as her black hair, gently brushed up against the top of her chest. Her perky B cups bounced slightly as she began to trot towards me.
Our lips finally came together as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I had nearly forgotten how strong she could be.
"How has my baby been?" She asked sweetly between kisses.
"Insane with loneliness." I replied, growing more and more antsy by the second, "How was the flight?"
"Hush! I expect to be taken for a different trip when we get to your place!"
Though the drive from the airport was short, it seemed like an eternity. Especially when she reached into her backpack and pulled out her schoolgirl skirt and a slutty little g-string I had purchased for her on her birthday, and began to change right there in the passenger seat.
"I couldn't wear these when I left. My parents wanted to drive me to the airport. They mustn't know their only daughter has a sex life." She said slyly.
Although she was 22, her parent's opinions still mattered to her. It was one of the very few downfalls to dating an American-born Chinese woman.
Once we had finally made it back, and her backpack hit the floor, our bodies became glued together. Our lips formed an impenetrable seal as our tongues massaged each other, and our hands roamed hungrily over one another.
With reckless abandon we caressed and groped. Repressed sexuality yearning to get out.
Our hips pressed forward, as our blood drained from our heads and dropped straight down. My excitement was swelling rapidly and the closer my hand got to her pleasure center, I could tell hers was too.
Pushing away, she peeled off her tank top revealing a black, sheer bra, that allowed the silhouette of her erect nipples to show through. Stepping back to me she guided my hand to the clasp of her bra and seductively kissed me.
I unclipped the hooks and let the piece of lingerie fall gracefully to the floor. Again, our hands felt around. Mine to her gorgeous rack, and hers to my engorged package.
"Wait," I instructed and stepped away from her, "I have something in mind."
I led her to the walk-in closet and opened the doors. Hanging on one of the shelves was a pair of handcuffs and a thick piece of fabric. Now that she was topless and her tight, wet, hot hole. was completely accessible, she was right where I wanted her.
"What is this?" She asked, knowing full well that she was about to become helpless and surrender her orgasms to my mercy.
"You asked for a different trip, right?" I replied," Well my Asian Angel, you're about to go for a wild ride."