I sit on the plane at SeaTac airport, anxiously awaiting to actualize a fantasy of mine that I've had since I first messaged her. Alice. Even the name is sexy. I daydream as the flight takes off, thinking of each and every thing I want to do with her. I drift away in thought, imagining her enormous tits smothering my face. I think of lifting her short and chubby frame up and fucking her senseless while standing. Before long I become aware of an erection pronouncing itself inside of my denim jeans. Normally I would wear something more comfortable on a plane, like sweats or basketball shorts, but she'll be picking me up from the airport so I won't be able to change before seeing her and I want to look as sharp as I can. So here I sit in a mostly buttoned up flannel with the sleeves rolled up showing off my tattooed forearms, stonewashed denim jeans, hair teased to look as hipster as I can, and beard cleaned up but still rugged. I am horribly uncomfortable, but I know my few hours on the plane will be well work the week I have planned in my head.
I got lost in my own world for most of the flight. Besides some soft conversation with the lady seated next to me, I didn't have much else to do. But here I am. My first landing in the Midwest and it couldn't be for a better reason. I am in a dream destination to use a dream girl in ways that I could only dream. I step out of the gate and my fantasies begin to materialize instantly. I can see her waiting for me. She is faced toward the gate but looking down at her phone, texting. It's like looking at a goddess. She is exactly short as she said she was. 5' tall on the money. She's a little thicker than I was given perception to, but with girls being as self-conscious as they are, it's understandable for her to have used trick angles in any picture she sent me. Her brown hair is a little shorter than I like, but even from this distance it's easy to see how thick and full it is and it looks great on her. She's wearing just a plain black tee, that doesn't hide how big her breasts are in the slightest, and what would be regular jean shorts on another girl, but more closely resemble booty shorts wrapped around her voluptuous thighs. I have now seen her flesh with my eyes and my hungry lust grows even stronger. I practically sprint toward her in excitement. She looks up from her phone as it's hard to ignore a 6'5 burly man approaching with such enthusiasm. Her face lights up. Her beautiful hazel eyes twinkle with delight. She smiles slyly as I say "Do you come her often?"
"Only to pick up strangers to take home and fuck." She smartly replies.
Not to be outdone I quickly come back with "You know that's dangerous? You could end up tied up in a basement naked."
Once again her savvy shows, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
She's good. Really good.
We have a very brief lull of talking to just look at each other. Laugh and embrace for the first time ever. Her smell is delicious. Her warmth is delicious. The way her soft body feels in my hands is delicious. I step back out of the hug to look into her eyes again. The are piercing. It's like being hypnotized into the part of your psyche that releases endorphins. I'm flooded with thoughts. I grab her to bring her to my lips. She is on her tip toes as high as she can get and I still have to hunch quite a bit. The kiss starts passionately. Soon my tongue is swimming in her mouth. I can taste her lip balm. Her lips are very soft. And very hot.
My hands start to assault her body. I'm grabbing her ass in one hand and trying to fit a tit into the other. Her hands are on the nape of my neck. Her touch is soft, but very expressionable that she wants more. We wake from our feast of each other and simultaneously realize there are people all around us. Some whispering to one another and pointing in our direction. We laugh again.
We hurry to baggage claims to collect my belongings. 2 bags. A beat up army duffel that has all of my clothes in it, and a much nicer bag with miniature locks on it. She takes notice that it's locked up and asks what's inside. I tell her that it is a surprise that she will just have to wait for. She offers to carry a bag, but I don't trust that she won't peak. Plus it gives me a good chance to show off my muscles.
We make our way through the parking garage, flirting and laughing and enjoying each other. I make several attempts at her sexuality and get playfully shut down each time. She says that I will have to wait until we get to her house. I like to be told no, but I also like to ignore being told no even more. We get to her car, I load my things into her trunk, and she starts to get in. I stand in front of her, stopping her. She asks what. I grab her neck and push her into the side of the car. I'm rough with her, but I can already see the excitement in her eyes.
"You don't get to decide when I get to fuck you. I do."
