I'd been waiting all month for you to get here. The anticipation was so much, I almost couldn't handle it. Yet, there I was standing in baggage claim waiting to see your broad shoulders and trademark hat. With the flow of people it was hard to see where you would be; and with that flow of people I dropped my purse. I looked up from gathering my scatted belongings and there you were, feet from me. It was if time slowed around us. You set your bag down and held out your hand to me. Oh how I love your hands. Big, rough strong, you could so easily break me just like you love me with those hands. It was a thrill for me. I stood and we were instantaneously attached to one another. I began crying and it was moments before you followed suit. I knew I'd missed you, but my heart just didn't realize how much until it felt you again.
After you were settled in my room, and dinner was had we left for a walk. I wanted you to see the amazing view of the canyon. Plus, I had ulterior motives.
We stood at the fence blocking the edge of the canyon, your arms around my shoulders with my hands in yours. I smiled my little smile at you and let go of your hands and pulled away. I walked down the gravel and I knew you'd follow me no matter ho much, or how little I'd said with that smile.
I worked my way to the baseball field and into the dug out that was completely dark. As I knew, you followed. A few questions fell from your lips, but they were stopped with a deep kiss. There was nothing but our lips touching, and suddenly it was if a dam had broken. You pressed me against the concrete wall and ripped my shirt open. I head the buttons spray against the floor in protest. The you growled with frustration when you met with my tank top. You pulled it down so that I was exposed. One of your hands held mine above my head, while the other grabbed pulled and manipulated me so I was panting. I felt so good to be at your mercy, to be utterly helpless. Your mouth found my breast and I moaned my pleasure.