Apprehension and nerves settle in as you watch my plane descend. There's no way this is actually real you think to yourself. Months of chatter coming to fruition.
Waiting for me by the baggage claim you see the flash of unmistakable, bright red hair. The magnetism that I possess evident as I move through the airport. You catch my eye.
I move towards you and you're a little shocked; I'm prettier in person than the images you've seen. We lock eyes and in that instant you are mesmerized. Blue-green eyes vibrant and dynamic; sucks you in.
Breathe you say to yourself, breaking eye contact. We say out awkward hellos, considering I'm here for a week and it's the first time we've met in person.
Electricity seems to flow between us. You can feel it. My nerves are obvious. We both know so much and so little about each other. You grab my hand to lead us out of the airport to your truck. Bi start at the touch but relax and the electricity intensifies. It almost feels like the air around us is vibrating.
We step outside to the heat and I pause to smile and lift my face to the sun briefly. And then start stripping. Giggling I watch your jaw drop as I pull off my sweater and shimmy out of my travel sweats. Right there, on the sidewalk. I'm wearing shorts and tank underneath. Daisy Duke style. You mouth waters at the way my ass fills the shorts. Reaching into my back pack I exchange my runners for flip flops. "Such a temperature difference," I remark, eyes still dancing with mirth. Turning to you I say "Lead the way," but for a moment all you can do is stare at my tits. Your eyes suddenly dart away, you audibly swallow hard, shift your weight to try to adjust yourself and look back at my face. "Hungry sweet things?" you drawl with an arched eyebrow. Innuendo is intended as you smirk at me. Opening the door to your truck for me, you load my bags, and see a returning smirk, eyes roving you top to bottom... with a lick of my lips I reply simply, yes.
As we drive towards my hotel, we start to chat about my flight and things were gonna do while I'm visiting. You'll be playing tour guide. You have some surprises in store, and have been quietly thrilled. We arrive at the hotel and get settled. You tell me to get ready for dinner. Wear something dressy. My eyes kinda round at that, but we're hitting it off better than either of us could imagine. It's comfortable, you can't stop staring and I can't stop swooning over you.
Giggling to myself, I head to the shower to wash off both traveling and prepare for dinner.
I get in the shower and begin to wash. I have my eyes squeezed shut but hear the door open and your voice floats through the steam and asks do you mind if I join you? My breathing hitches and then speeds up. Yes please I respond. You step in, touch the water and instantly begin teasing me about how hot it is. I turn it down and adjust the head so it's running between both of us. You reach forward and begin to finish washing my hair. You apply the conditioner and massage my scalp, as I reach behind and gently cup your balls. Your instantly hard, but I'm not making any moves besides gently massaging your nut sack.
You turn me to rinse my hair and begin stroking your hands down my body. Marveling at the barely there blue veins. The only sign that my perky boobs make milk. You see my hard pink nipples and puckered areola, again you swallow hard. Not yet. But you want to taste me... in all ways. Fuck you are so hard. Your cock twitches, you lean in and kiss me, hard. My mouth parts to allow you to explore. It's a deep, electrifying kiss. You break the kiss, and both of us are panting with desire. You raise an eyebrow and ask "do I have consent" and a fresh wave of needy pussy hits your nose. I breathlessly assent.