This story involves two people who enjoy a DD/lg lifestyle. While she calls him Daddy, he is not her father but her Dom.
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I was sitting at the airport waiting for her to arrive from a week in California with her parents. My heart began racing as the voice over the speakers announced that her plane had arrived and the passengers were disembarking. Thanks to the increased security I could not meet her at the gate but had to wait for her next to the luggage carousel.
I saw her bag first, a large black duffel back that she had borrowed from me, now marked with a bright pink ribbon tied around the handles. My face broke out in a broad smile as I saw it, my heart lifting at the first sign of my wonderful girl in over a week. Reaching down I grabbed her bag, surprised by how light it was. It appeared to be just as full as when she had packed what I considered a month's worth of supplies, but was considerably lighter. Before I could open the bag to investigate the matter I saw a crowd of people begin to descend the escalators to the baggage area.
My breath caught as I saw my first glimpse of her. Her hair tumbled in a long silky wave across her shoulders as she held her small carryon case in front of her. She was wearing a pale yellow sundress and heels that lifted her perfectly sculpted legs. Her head was turning, searching, and as I raised my hand her eyes landed on mine. The smile that crossed her beautiful face made my heart melt all over again, just like every time I saw her. She waved excitedly, seeming to bounce up and down in anticipation. "Welcome home Baby Girl," I mouthed silently, receiving a beaming smile in return.
When she finally reached the bottom of the escalator she started running towards me as fast as she could in her heals. I barely had time to notice that her large perky breasts were bouncing around much more than usual under the dress when she leaped into my arms. I caught the love of my life and spun her around in a circle as her lips descended to mine and we kissed, both of us attempting to communicate just how much we missed the other through our touch and our kiss.
As my hands slid down her back to better support her I cupped her ass through the short dress, feeling a very noticeable lack of panties under my fingers. And judging from the feeling of her body against my chest the bra was also missing. My cock lurched in my pants as I thought of the easy access I would have had were we on that plane together. As our lips finally parted and she allowed her wait to settle into my hands I saw a twinkle in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was feeling, or rather not feeling. My little minx had planned on it, I could tell.
"Do you like my new dress Daddy?" She asked with a smile. I put her down to admire it, my eyes drawn to the impressive amount of cleavage shown off by the square neck and how the dress fell barely to the middle of her thigh. She spun to give me a better look, forcing a soft growl from my chest as the dress lifted high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her soft plump ass before it was again obscured by the thin fabric.
Smiling wickedly up at me she leaned close, her hands exploring the front of my jeans, discovering just how much I liked her new dress, and how much I had missed her sexy little body. "I missed you so much Daddy," she said in a low, husky voice. "I missed your kisses, your touch, and your hands on my body, and I missed your big thick cock so much." Each word went straight to my shaft, swelling and thickening the already painfully hard lump in my jeans. "Please Daddy," she continued looking up at me sexily. "Don't make me wait anymore. I need you."
"Be patient little one," I growled in her ear. "I have prepared a proper welcome home for you. I know how your body must be craving the touch of its master, but it must wait just a little longer." My words were met with a pout until I whispered softly, "But once we are in the car I will let you reacquaint yourself with your favorite toy." Her face lit up thinking of getting her hands and mouth back on my thick meaty shaft. Nodding she turned to walk towards the exit, forcing me to grab her bag and hurry to keep up. I chuckled as I caught her and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close.
A soft whimper met my ears and I looked down to see her biting her lip. I could understand her reaction, the feel of her body against mine, under my fingers, was incredibly arousing after a week apart. I was hard pressed to keep from forcing her against the nearest wall and taking her right there in the public airport.
