Author's note: This is a continuation of 'Melanie', the last chapter of which I posted well over a year ago. It stands alone, although if you are new to my work and like it, you may wish to read 'Melanie' as well.
This is a work of love and imagination. My deepest thanks to my partner, who has meticulously edited almost everything I've written since we met.
*****
Sandy surfaced from sleep, aware he'd been dreaming but remembering nothing of where it had taken him. He was instantly aware of where he was though: in the whispering hum of the A380, on his way to Australia.
He opened the shutter and his eyes slitted against sunpower through the port window. Several miles down, through layers of thin swirling cloud, the geographer in him recognised the distinctive bulge of the southwestern corner of the island continent. He was an old and seasoned traveller, and no longer thrilled to the new as he used to. Normally. But this wasn't normal. He was going to meet Melanie, for the first time on her home territory.
He unsnapped the lapbelt and murmured apologies to the couple next to him. Slipped out and moved down the aisle, needing to stretch his legs. Emirates provided more legroom in economy than any airline he'd flown with, but he had to move his long limbs, he'd been near twenty hours in the air since home. He appreciated the size of the A380: it had dwarfed the 747 next to it at Dubai. He pace-counted his walking to a half-kilometre up and down both long decks, did some stretching exercises against a bulwark, and freshened up before returning to his seat. He was tumescent when he peed, suffused with the imminent expectation of his lover.
He lost himself in Cormac McCarthy, ate a decent meal approaching Adelaide, then couldn't focus on anything but thoughts of his woman as the behemoth moved over landmass again. It was four months since she'd visited Glasgow as guest at a poetry festival, seven since they first met in Paris: a magical few days which had sealed their love. He'd told his publisher that he wanted to go out for the launch of the Australian edition of his novel. She was curious: he'd already turned down trips to New York, Toronto and Berlin, against her advice. Her eyes twinkled when he'd confessed:
- I'll need to see what I can do then Sandy.
And she'd delivered.
The announcement of the descent woke him from a doze, and he watched the shape of Sydney grow as the plane slipped through evening sunshine. Then the bump, planes and terminal buildings flashing by, runway lights slowing, like any other airport arrival in the world. But this wasn't. This was a new continent, and the start of a new chapter in his life.
*****
He moved through the procedures of international arrivals in a dwam. Melanie stood smiling as he emerged, her distinctive form in the silk dress which she'd worn when they first met in Paris. His woman. They were trembling as they melted into each other, moaning greetings. Barely noticed others tutting as their embrace blocked the centre of the exit. Eventually their faces parted. She smiled as she drew his hand from her arse, reached in her shoulder-bag, pressed something damp in his palm:
- As instructed darling. They got wet on the drive down. Had to stop. I kept them on when I wanked so I'd soak them for you. I didn't expect to squirt though, usually it takes you to do that. I was just... so excited.
The pools of her brown eyes fastened on his. His cock stiffened, and he raised the flimsy silk to his nose, not caring what others saw. Christ, her sexfragrance. Breathed deeply, absorbing her. He pocketed the panties:
- Jesus darling, what a beautiful welcome gift...
He had to drag her into a corner, pressed hard into her supple willingness as his hand stroked her knee. Christ, her skin again, her smell, sweat and the taste of her neck, sexscent rising as his palm slid up her thigh, her panting harsher, her moan and jerk as his fingers stroked the naked silken wetness, curled deep in her beloved cunt. His cunt. Her pupils moved upwards as his digits met her need. She was a quaking sexmess in his arms, and his hand and wrist were dripping. He shivered in joy at her pleasure: dear god, his beautiful Melanie.
She gradually re-emerged into the reality of the terminal building, stroked his cock through his loose trousers:
- Sorry darling, I want this in my throat. But you'll have to wait a bit.
He knew she was nervous about driving in the city and remained quiet as she navigated through lights and roundabouts. Then they were on the motorway heading south, and he felt the tension slide from her. Leaned over and kissed her cheek:
- You said it's about four hours to Canberra darling? I'm happy to spell you, you've already driven four hours to get here.
The smile he loved creased her features, and she glanced momentarily in his eyes:
- What, and entrust my life to a man more jetlagged than he's ever been in his life? Who's been on Australian roads for the first time, for all of twenty minutes? No, thank you darling. I had several hours in Sydney before your flight was due, had things to do, ate a good dinner. But I will need a break sometime. That'll rest me sufficiently.
- Mmm, yes, we both need a break sweet. We'd better wait till it's dark though.
- God I love you Sandy. Don't want to wait, but we need to clear the city. It'll be dark in half-an-hour, pitch black. Hardly any moon tonight, I checked. I thought of a good place to stop. But, there's coffee in the flask and some nibbles in the box, so would you take care of your driver's other needs meantime? Oh -- as his hand moved to his wescot pocket -- this is my car remember, and it's a no-smoking zone. Not -- she giggled -- like your stinky old heap.
- This one will be stinky soon enough love. Hope you brought towels? Don't want to mess your lovely car...
- Course I brought towels, dillbrain! Knew what we'd need. I don't want my curious children enquiring about cumstains on car seats. Now, give me some coffee and cake, and tell me about your trip.
*****
The only light in the sky as she drew off the busy road came from a rash of twinkling stars. She parked in the lee of a building, shielding the car from the stream of headlights on the motorway:
- It's a vehicle testing centre, not used at night love. Now, come here, I'm hungry to feel you properly. Oh god... how I need you.
- My sweetness, as I need you. All of you.
