I wait nervously at the airport, just outside the security gate. I haven't seen you since the summer after senior year in high school and I'm not sure if you'll recognize me after all these years. I watch as people exit from your flight one by one. An elderly couple passes, eyes searching, and I smile to myself as they happily greet their family. I love to see people greeting each other saying hello and goodbye at the airport.
But I'm supposed to be looking for you, so I turn back to the gate and there you are, smiling at me.
My eyes go wide in recognition. "Hey!" I exclaim, stepping forward to hug you tightly. You look almost the same as you did in high school. "How long were you standing there," I ask, finally pulling away from our long embrace.
"Not very long. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice," you grin.
"You brat," I reply with a laugh. Then I stop, sobering up as I look at you. "Damn, it's good to see you."
"I missed you too," you reply wistfully.
We retrieve your bags, then head for the car, chatting all the way. We can't stop talking, it seems, all the way to the parking garage, then most of the way home. We spend that time catching up and getting reacquainted. I can't get enough of your sweet voice. It feels almost like high school again. It's been so long since I last saw you. How could I refuse when you called to tell me that you would be in town for the weekend? I quickly made arrangements for my daughter to be away this weekend, so we could be alone.
The conversation wanes as we get close to my town. You watch my hands grip the steering wheel tightly with anticipation. We're driving up the winding road to my house now. I made arrangements for my roommate and daughter to be away this weekend, so we could be alone. I tentatively take hold of your hand and squeeze it and you don't let go, holding my hand until the car comes to a rest.
I park the car and we head up the walk and then the steps, smiling as we hold hands like high school sweethearts. Opening the front door, I let you enter the house first and you hear me close the door after myself. I turn away from the door to kiss you but you can't wait any longer. Grasping my head you pull me to you and our lips come together passionately. You run your fingers through my hair as our tongues dance wildly. Wrapping my arms about you, I feel your body mold itself to mine, trying to get even closer. You feel the hardness in my crotch as my hips grind against you. My hands trace down your back to grab your ass, grinding harder. We begin to thrust into each other, finding that old familiar rhythm. Moans begin to escape your lips and I'm so hard as I pull away from you laughing.
"What?" you smile in return.
"We haven't dry-humped since high school," I reply with a breathless grin.
You giggle and we move to the couch, almost stumbling in our haste, which makes us laugh all the more. Finally we reach it and pull you down on top of me. We lay that way for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Our hearts are racing and I can feel your heartbeat through your chest. I remember I could always feel your heartbeat, every time we embraced.
Your hands trace down my sides and grasp my shirt, pulling it up. I raise my arms to help you pull it all the way off. You sit up for a moment, straddling me, to catch your breath and lean back, staring at my body. You can still feel my hardness and you feel it jump slightly as you move against me. Your eyes are hungry, those big, brown eyes are asking me, and I answer by pulling you down to me as our lips meet again.
I start to quickly unbutton your shirt, then your bra is next as your hands rub up and down my chest. Suddenly your breasts are free and and I gaze at your chest, wanting you so badly. Gently, I push you back and down until now I'm leaning over you, reversing our position. I bring one hand to your waist and raise the other to cradle the back of your head. I kiss you tenderly on the lips, then on your cheek and down your neck, causing chills to run through your body. I continue over your collarbone and down until I reach your chest, and your back arches toward me in anticipation. Cradling first one breast, then the other, I plant soft kisses all around each globe, but I avoid your nipples. You wiggle in frustration, then cupping your hands under your breasts you moan, "Lick my nipples, baby. Suck on them!"
As I gladly comply, you run your finger through my hair, holding my head close to your chest. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back, lost in the feeling. I begin to explore your body, discovering it anew with my hands and tongue. I'm going wild and your breathing is picking up, mixed in with both of our moans. Moving back to your breasts I again suck on your nipples, then move up again to your neck and at last your lips, where I kiss you deeply. You then reach down and rub me through my jeans. I gasp and move my mouth to your ear, "Let's go to the bedroom," I say and you nod in agreement.
Suddenly my arms are around you, pulling you towards me. I pick up your legs and we're kissing passionately as I carry you to my bedroom. I kick the door all the way open and take you to the bed, climbing on top of you. I'm at your breasts again except this time my hands are wandering down, slyly unzipping your jeans. I help you shrug them off and lean back to stare at your body. For a moment you're concerned that I don't like what I see. "I know, I'm not much to look at, anymore," you begin, but I shake my head, stopping you.
"You look amazing," I say, and you see the smile in my eyes.
I kiss you again, moving down your torso and stop at your underwear line, slowly kissing your hip-bones. I glance back up at you one last time as I kiss your mound over the top of your underwear, tasting your wetness already, before pulling them off and down your legs. Moving between your parted legs, I first kiss the top of your bare, cleanly-shaven mound, then my tongue slides between your already swollen lips to taste your wetness.
Finding your clit, I begin to play with it, then suck on it until you moan out loud. Your back arches heatedly as my tongue works wonders on your lips, alternating between sucking, licking and kissing. I begin to go faster and you feel your climax approaching. Clasping my head between your palms, you grasp my hair as if to force me down even harder on your clit. You freeze, holding your breath for an endless moment, then the wave crashes and you cry out as your legs shake. Finally you're done and you let go of me, so I move up your body, kissing your belly, pausing to kiss each breast. I bring my face back up to yours and whisper into your ear, "I think I still know what you like, beautiful."
