My flight had arrived a few minutes late...I rushed through customs, dragging my pack, and scanned the crowd, looking for her red hair in the crowd. Ah, there she was...I watched her face break into a big grin as she recognized me. Pushing through the crowd, we pulled each other close...It had been much too long since we had felt each other.
She lead me out to the parking lot, and to her car. Throwing my luggage into the back, we set off for her home.
I turned, watching her face as she drove.
"I've missed you." My left hand rested on her thigh, gently stroking the fabric of her jeans. "God, I've missed you so much."
She smiled again, blushing a little... "I missed you, too."
The drive to the Marina took only a few minutes. There, I pulled my bag from the backseat, and took her arm, as she escorted me onto her boat.
It was a lovely little home, neatly arranged, and glowing with new paint and wall paper. Overhead, the sky was darkening.
"I think there will be a storm tonight." Louise said.
I grinned. "Good. I've been looking forward to spending a night with you, while the boat rocks."
We stopped and kissed for a while in the first room, my bags falling to the floor.
"Is there anything I can get for you?" she asked. "You must be tired from the trip."
"I am, but I think I would like a shower more than anything else. Airplane air always makes me feel a little dirty. And I'd like to clean up before the storm starts."
I was rewarded with another of her lovely grins.
"Oh?" she asked, "you want a shower already? Want me to scrub your back?"
To answer, I pulled her to me, slipping my hands under her shirt, and kissing her ear. "There's nothing I'd like better, right now, Darling."
We stumbled towards the shower, pulling each others clothes off, and kissing and licking each newly exposed piece of flesh...Louise reached behind her, turning on the water, and letting it get hot, while I lowered my head and nuzzled her breasts. She backed into the shower, leading me.
The sight of the water flowing over her body was incredible. I gently ran my hands over her hips, fingertips brushing across her stomach, then up to cup her breasts, playing in the water running down her.
"Let me wash you."
She handed me the soap, and a cloth, and turned to face the shower faucet. I lathered the soap between my hands, got the cloth sudsy, and began washing her, pressing hard into the muscles of her back.
"Ooooh," She moaned. "that feels so good."
"Yes," I smiled. "you do feel good."