One day, when I check my mail, I’m surprised to find a message from you to meet you at the airport. You are coming down for a job interview and your trip down here coincides with my days off for the week. You tell me to wear my corset, stockings and high heels, no panties and a thin dress that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, so that to the casual observer I look to be meeting my boyfriend at the airport. I am also told to wear slut red lipstick and nail polish, and lots of black mascara and eyeliner, my cunt is to be freshly shaved and my hair just washed and left hanging down.
I hurry around, getting ready to meet you and I arrive just minutes before your plane touches down. As I tap my way down the hall to your gate, my heart races and I’m aware of a slight throbbing in my cunt. As instructed, I wait, leaning with my back against a pillar and my feet apart. I watch the passengers streaming through the door, so scared that I won’t recognize you, but as soon as I see you, my heart races even more. I wait for you, warned of the consequences of initiating our first meeting, and feel you walk up to me, touch me on the chin and lift my face up for your kiss.
Then I feel myself being lifted up off the ground in a great big Bear hug and hear whispered in my ear “Very good so far, rabbit. Now let’s get my luggage and see how much better you can be.” With that you stride off, and I try hard to keep up, but not used to walking so fast in such high heels, I finally ask you to please slow down. You stop and let me catch up to you, and with a Harumph, you reach out and swat my bottom, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know you expected better from me.
With a quick look around, you back me into an alcove, lift up the back of my dress and start rubbing your hands over my bare ass. I’m so afraid that someone will see us, but your hands are making me weak and soon I start to moan. You tell me to part my legs, and I feel your fingers sliding in my wet slit, pinching and tweaking and then I really start to moan.
You laugh and step back, smooth my dress back down over my ass, offer me your arm and we start back to the luggage claim area but walking more slowly this time. We repeat the alcove experience a few more times, each time a bit different, until I feel like I’m about to explode, I’m so on edge and ready to cum. We get your bags and head out to the parking lot, stow them in the trunk of the car and head off to your hotel.