Stepping off the plane, I am filled with anticipation. The hour long flight seemed never-ending, as I pondered the moment my hands will tighten on your shoulders as you sink deep inside me.
I sling the strap of my cabin bag over my shoulder, and stride towards the gate. You are waiting in the lounge, leaning casually against a pillar. Straightening as our eyes meet, you step forward to take my bag, and my hand. No words are spoken between us as you lead me briskly towards your car.
With my bag safely stowed on the back seat, you open the passenger door for me. Leaning against the car, I face you. My lips part as you lean in. But you don't kiss me, instead pressing your mouth to my ear. "I can smell you," you whisper.
The car park is far from empty, but I don't care. Taking your right hand, I guide it beneath the hem of my skirt. Your fingers brush aside my skimpy underwear, and meet the pooling moisture that has gathered as I thought of you.
Your breath is increasingly shallow in my ear. Pressing me against the car, two fingers push deeper.
"Taste me", I urge. Groaning as you remove your fingers, I smile as you lift them to your mouth. As you suck fingers coated with my juice into your mouth, I am struck by how much I want to taste your cock in the same manner. All in good time.
"Let's go", I say. I slip into the passenger seat and you edge around the vehicle to take your place in the driver's seat. I lean over, and brush my lips against yours, the tip of my tongue sweeping against your bottom lip. I can taste myself.
As you manoeuvre the car out of the airport complex, my hands drop to my thighs, pushing my skirt out of the way. Spreading my knees slightly apart, my hands skim inner thighs, moving higher. Lifting my hips from the seat, I slip out of my knickers, letting it fall to the floor.
I turn my head to you, see you watching me. I suggest that you keep your eyes on the road.
You continue driving towards your home, and my legs are spread as far apart as possible in the cramped space. The middle finger of my left hand gently circles my swollen and tender clit. My eyes drift shut, and I slip slightly in the seat.
My right hand cups my breast, teasing a hard nipple through the layers of my cotton shirt and sheer lace bra. As I squeeze firmly, my fingers slide down, and into my well lubricated cunt.
Two fingers, three. Gliding my fingers deeper, and then pulling out, I imagine it is your cock that my inner muscles are clenching. From your groan, I gather you are thinking similar thoughts.
Your engorged cock is straining against your zipper, taunting me. Removing my hand from between my thighs, licking fingers clean, I focus on you.
I lean over as far as the seat belt will allow, and place my hand over your erection, feeling its heat through the fabric of your pants. I look up, see that you are valiantly trying to keep your eye on the road, and smile.
Sliding down the zipper of your pants, I reach inside, cupping you in my palm. You shift slightly in your seat, legs spreading further to allow me greater access to your cock, which I release from the confines of your underwear. My fingers surround your cock, which continues to swell and harden.
