Elena stood in the middle of an unknown airport. She looked for a familiar face only seen on the screen of a computer. An e-mail attachment photo of a man with grey silver hair and tired eyes. She searched around and at the far end of an aisle she saw a man in black trouser and dark blue shirt. He was holding what seemed to be a dozen roses wrapped in plastic paper with a red lace holding them together.
She approached him cautiously and asked,
"Andrew Gallager?"
He looked at her and took her presence slowly. She wore an A-cut knee length skirt with black tights, her feet were covered by black flats with a bow in the front. Her blouse was gray and of tight fit, and there was a thick belt on her waist. She wore little make-up and her eyes were of a very light brown color. Her hair was up in a loose bun and her ears were decorated with black pearls. A small purse in her right hand and a robust suitcase on her left.
She smiled, her unstained white teeth showed as well as dimples on lower right cheek.
The man with gray hair smiled back,
"Glad you could make it," he said.
They both walked out of the airport, Elena was holding her small black purse and the roses while Andrew carried her heavy suitcase. They made small talk about the plane and the waits and the hour difference between the United States and Australia. They smiled occasionally at each other, both with lust in their eyes.
Andrew could hardly wait to see Elena moaning of pleasure at the mercy of his dick.
Elena admitted her tiredness and hunger, so Andrew suggested they had dinner at a local Italian restaurant close to his apartment. Elena pointed out that his idea was good, but she had referred to a different kind of hunger, one that his genitals could only satisfy.
With her words Andrew changed the direction of the car and over speed to his apartment.