note: This short Romance is a last-minute entry in the Holiday Writing Contest. Votes and views could be scarce. Yours would be appreciated. rf
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The cab left the congested airport loading zone and moved into the cold, rainy January evening. Cindy looked over at Ray. Last night, she couldn't sleep thinking about his return. Today, way too anxious to wait in her dorm room, she got to the airport hours ahead of time. Then bad weather delayed his arrival.
Ever since school started back after New Year's, there's been nothing but rotten winter weather, boring schoolwork, and thoughts about Ray, and his being away, and how much long it would be until he was supposed to come back. Then last evening he called.
"I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner tomorrow night-with me, that is?"
For a moment, her depressed brain couldn't figure out how they could have dinner if he was down there. Then it dawned on her what he was saying. "Are you serious?"
Assured he was on the level, Cindy almost babbled. "Oh, yes. Most definitely. Just tell me what time your plane will arrive. I'll make sure you get a warm welcome."
Now they were alone, heading for a hotel where they'd spend the rest of the night making love. But Cindy found herself wondering if Ray had been thinking about her or whether he liked how she looked. He didn't seem interested in her new hairstyle. And while he had greeted her warmly, she couldn't help wondering if his enthusiasm was anything more than sexual.
To her it seemed like an eternity since he left for home. For all she knew, he might have found someone special while he was gone.
She hesitated, then asked, "Did you miss me?"
Ray nodded. "You were all I could think about on the flight up. It seemed like that sucker would never end. Then the damn landing was delayed. Were you waiting long?"
As she listened, Cindy's tension began to ease a bit. She had worried that he might not care if she met his plane. Now he was telling her he'd been looking forward to their being together again.
She knew a bit of coyness was called for. But she never could do that around Ray. "I missed you so much. I couldn't sleep last night. And I got to the airport hours before the plane was scheduled to arrive."
"And then it was over an hour late. But you shouldn't have done that. You should have been resting up instead." Cindy smiled as she felt her cheeks flush.
"I brought something for you. I know we swapped gifts before I left. Just consider this your official after-Christmas present." Ray reached into his overcoat pocket and handed her a small rectangular shaped box. Inside was a gold chain with a small gold lock and two keys.
"The lock actually works," explained Ray. "You can wear it now and keep the keys or wear it and give me the keys or just think about it. You do realize what it would mean if you put it on and gave me the keys?"
Cindy knew and nodded. Ray had once told her about an Army buddy of his who had the keys to a lock his wife wore as the clasp on a gold chain necklace. "It was kind of like a civilized chastity belt, I suppose. Wearing the lock was her way of saying she would always be his lover, his sex slave, even though he was gone."
For Cindy, the good news was Ray talking about a more permanent relationship. The bad news was it not being the type she wanted. Giving Ray the keys and wearing the lock and chain would be agreeing to a one-side deal.
While she wanted to make him happy and keep their relationship growing, she didn't like the idea of losing control. Even if was to Ray, and as his sex slave.
Ray seemed to sense her ambivalence. "Think about it for awhile. Whatever you decide, don't say yes unless you really feel comfortable doing so. I'll make no bones about it, I think it would be a hell of a lot of fun, for both of us. You've always had this great, positive attitude about trying new stuff. It's one of the things that makes you so special. But the idea's not worth getting you uptight and killing that wild-ass streak of yours."
The cab traveled on through rain toward mid-town. The driver, a young black guy, probably a college student, had the radio on a jazz station. Cindy stared out past the busy windshield wipers, then glanced at the back of his head before turning back to Ray. Without making a commitment, she closed the box and put it in her purse. "Speaking of after-Christmas presents, I've got one I've been waiting all day to give you."
They had been sitting together. With a smile, Cindy slid away from Ray until she was on the other side of the cab behind the driver. "I just hope you like your present."
Cindy was wearing a long, silk-lined monk's cape. It had a zipper down the front. With trembling fingers, she began unzipping it. When she pulled the folds apart, Ray could see his present in the glow from the passing streetlights. Cindy was wearing nothing but garter belt, stockings, jewelry and shoes.
Ray sat motionless, looking at his gift with open admiration. Then the cab swerved while the driver cursed at another car and the spell was broken. Cindy began to get nervous. "So, do you like your present? It was specially gift wrapped just for you."
Ray continued to stare as the lights and shadows played games across her pale, nude body. When he spoke, there was a new, husky note in his voice. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered. And please believe me, I've remembered you a lot. So to answer your question, yes, I most definitely like your present. I mean, what can I say? But, there is one problem. Due to your present, I'm about to come in my pants."
At that moment, Cindy doubted if Ray would ever be able to make her any happier. "Well, we wouldn't want to mess up your suit, now would we Mr. Forester?" She leaned over, kissed Ray, and reached for his fly. The zipper yielded without a struggle and she slipped her hand inside. After some difficulty, she managed to pull out a long, and very stiff, cock.
Thoughts about the driver crossed her mind as she began to lower her head. But she had become so excited, she didn't care who else was in the cab. As her fingers closed around the thick shaft, she noticed a strong, throbbing pulse. The skin felt hot and tight to her lips.
Just as she started to slide the head into her mouth, the cab came to an abrupt halt at a traffic light. The jolt caused the head to scrape past her teeth and slam into the back of her mouth. Ray gasped at the sudden pain. Cindy released the abused head, kissed it, and returned to massaging the length of the shaft with her lips and tongue.
The next time she began swallowing Ray's dick, there was no interruption. In one long motion, her lips slid down the length of the shaft until most of his cock had vanished inside her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down in rhythm to the cab's motion, while swirling her tongue around the sensitive cock-head.
