As I exit the jet way I see you in your new denim mini skirt and your new top. My gaze lowers to your pretty feet with their crimson toenails and glittery gold toe rings. The strappy white high-heeled sandals you are wearing add at least three inches to your height. I follow your bare curvaceous legs upwards until they disappear under your skirt. As my eyes continue upward I see that you are wearing your emerald green silk camisole with a sheer white cover up blouse. I notice there are no bra straps evident, so I assume that your breasts are bare under your top. I continue my view upward and catch the glint of your painted fingernails as you push back your long strawberry blonde hair from your pretty face. The face I have come to love more each day.
As I near you, you reach to put your arms around my neck. You skirt rides up and I am treated to the sight of even more of your sexy legs. As I pull you close, I feel your breasts against my chest and I know that I was right in my assumption, they are bare beneath your top. I reach around your back and as I stroke your back my hands wander down to feel the outline of your panties. As we kiss we start out very gently, but before long we are probing each other's mouths with our tongues. The harder I breathe the more I inhale your perfume. Can you feel me stiffen against you? Do you realize what effect you have on me? Are your juices leaking into your panties? It's time to end our embrace before we get too out of hand.
As we walk along hand in hand, we sneak a kiss every so often. Suddenly I can't take it anymore, I pull you into a small alcove. Hugging you close again I give you a probing kiss. In the midst of our kiss, I slip my hand between our bodies, and reach under your top. As I move my hand upward, I touch your nipple. It stiffens immediately and you catch your breath. I then slide my hand down the front of your skirt until it reaches the hem. I hook the hem with my fingers and start to lift it. You immediately try to stop me, but I won't let you. As I raise the hem, my fingers move forward to feel for your panties. As my fingertips touch them, I feel the silkiness. I slide my fingers along your panties toward the center. The dampness seeping through your panties soaks my fingertips. It seems that you have missed me as much as I have missed you.