I enter the airport with shaking legs. I can see you standing in the distance waiting for me. The same thoughts are running through my had again and again. Was it right to come? Am I making a mistake? You come closer to me and say hello. Your voice runs through me and leaves little shivers, and I know its right to be here.
I smile and your hand goes around my waist to pull me closer in for our first kiss. My body is pressed up to yours, and I can feel your cock hardening against my leg, as I cup my hand around the back of your head and whisper in your ear.
“I spend most of the flight touching myself, but I didn’t let myself cum, because I want you to be there when I do.” You moan out lightly and release me from the tight grip. I can feel your shaking.
“I have to take you home,” you say,” If I don’t, I will take you here and now!” A devilish grin comes across my face, but you take my hand and lead me to your car. On the drive to your place I keep teasing you, by pulling my short skirt up a little higher. I notice that you are having problems concentrating on the road and that you are driving way to fast. Once we are at your place you pull me back into your arm and kiss me hungrily. I let you a little while and then push you back, telling you that I would like to shower first. You show me the bathroom and leave me to freshen myself from the flight.
I take my time, wanting you to get impatient. After creaming my body I slip into a new short skirt and a fresh shirt. I wander back to your living room and find you sitting on your couch, naked! The sight of you, naked and hard, gets me wet again instantly! You look up at me, and I run one hand down between my breasts, over my stomach and then under my skirt to my wet spot. With one hand I part my lips, and slip one finger inside myself.
My eyes are locked on yours, and I can see your breathing getting shallow. I pull my finger out and run it around your lips and into your mouth. You suck it in, savoring my taste. I pull it out again after a short while and you tell me to undress. I bend at the waist to take my heels off. I know you are watching me, and that you can see my naked ass showing at the bottom of the skirt. Before I can stand up, you smack my rear end. I gasp and try to stand, but you put your firm hand between my shoulders.
“Stay.” You hold me in place that way a moment. Your free hand strokes across my ass, then down to my pussy. You slide a finger through my slit and I can feel my knees giving way. You put an arm around my waist to steady me, and let me stand up.
“Undress now,” you whisper,” I want to see you naked!” You move back and sit down on one of the chairs. I remove the skirt and then the shirt. Slowly I prowl over to the couch and sit down opposite you. I look up at you. Your hand is on your hard, swollen cock and slowly you start stroking it. I let my hand run over my tummy to my pussy, but just before I reach it you tell me to stop.
“I don’t want you to touch yourself,” you say,” not until I allow it!” The control you are taking over me is making me even wetter. I watch you stroke your cock in slow steady moves, my legs rubbing together. Every time I let my hand go towards that aching wetness you growl at me and I pull it back.
