I was nervous, I suddenly realised. It surprised me, somehow. I often found myself nervous, but it was usually something that I could easily suppress and ignore, but I was trembling and fiddling with a lighter in my pocket. It was a rather special day, after all, I had concluded as I walked down the streets. It'd been months of build up and I had spent most of the day up until that point preparing. I chuckled as I thought back to all of our moments. How I'd just idly apologised in a game. "Sorry for killing you all the time, but I just can't help but shoot such a cute face." And that had spurred on a conversation between us that had led up to some rather suggestive things being said. It became more suggestive and then explicit between the two of us and since then it'd been more than once that we both had been in front of our respective webcams for each other since then. A the day of my story? That's the day I finally met her in the flesh.
It was a good line of thought, I've later realised, to go through my memories of her and me. How I had been crouched down on my arms and knees and pressing something into my behind for her and the camera. How I had moaned for her and how I had finally sprayed my load over the floor. How she had been in front of her camera, revealing her most adorable little moans whenever she had pinched her nipples. It was a distracting line of thought for me, and before I knew it I was there, more concerned about how tight my pants had gotten than about being nervous. A successful distraction, if anything.
And then, she had suddenly just been there. Just a few steps in front of me and we both froze, the other people at the airport speeding by around us in a blur as time seemed to slow to a halt. She smiled, I think. I know I smiled at least, like an idiot, and raised my hand in an awkward, silly little wave that made her laugh as she approached me and suddenly we were in a hugging embrace. I felt her soft breasts press against me and her breath against my neck as I inhaled her sweet scent. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and dove into my hair as she scooted closer, pressing my protruding crotch against her own and, after a second of hesitation, she pressed harder against it and her hands slid down my back and, rather to my shock, took a firm grasp of my ass and pulled it towards her, my erection sliding along the tight fabric of my pants between us, squished between our warm bodies. She pecked a quick kiss on my lips and smiled at me. "Happy to see me, huh?" she murmured with a smug grin. I remember blushing, and getting distracted by how rare that is, resulting in me coming up with a quick and brilliant "Uhm..." I retorted, making her giggle. I chuckled back at her, rolling my eyes at myself."Mhm." I nodded finally "My underwear is rather sticky." I admitted in a whisper, fully aware that she knew just how much precum I tended to leak. This made her lick her lips. "Restroom?" she suggested, with a playful nibbling of my ear.
My hands slid up her sides, follow her curves and feeling the softness under them as I smiled at her. "Well, aren't you a little slut?" I wondered idly, my hands running up the back of her neck and, and with a surprising amount of assertiveness, getting a good handful of her hair in a firm grip. She gasped as I leaned forward, consciously letting my hot breath wash over her exposed neck as I leaned in closer and whispered. "Suggesting such things with all these people around?" She leaned away from me, but I took a step closer, making her lose her balance, only my arms keeping her from falling. "What if they heard you?" I asked her, but she only gave a little whimper in response.
There was a few moments of silence, her heavy breath slowing down and her tense body relaxing again before she opened her eyes and with a pleading look she stared up at me. "R-restrooms... please." she begged. I calmly let on a smile for her and nodded slowly. "Yes, restrooms." I confirmed.
And, with an incredibly smug grin on her part, we were off. She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me across the crowded hall, probably knowing that the looks we were getting were affecting me a lot more than they were affecting her. Especially how a security guard first raised a questioning eyebrow at us, but then chuckled to himself a moment later. And a moment later the loud bustling of the airport turned into a low background noise as the door closed behind us.
Not wasting any time, I pressed her back up against the wall, one hand against her neck and the other pulling her shirt up and pressing against her breast through her bra. I let out another breath onto her neck before kissing her. Moving beyond mere pecking kisses, our lips pressed against each other hard. I probed my tongue into her mouth and she eagerly opened it for me.
Our tongues wrestled as I removed her bra and pressed my body against hers, rubbing my throbbing boner against her thigh. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped her naked breast and dug my fingers deep into the soft flesh.
Her body tensed and twisted under my rough, firm grip and she let let out a desperate whimper as I released her tit, only to let go of the kiss with a gasp as my fingers grasped her nipple and twisting it and her fingers clawed desperately against the wall behind her as I have her neck a long, slow lick all the way from her collarbone to her cheek.
