Bridget Pics Me up From My Flight

This story is from the time when you could park in a short stay car park at the airport close to the terminal and pick somebody up from a flight without being charged a small fortune. I was meeting Bridget in Northern Ireland and she had come to pick me up from the airport. We had met in Scotland. Bridget was across for the night with her sailing club and I was on a golf trip with my friends. We met in the pub on the harbourside where the band were playing folk music.

We got dancing and chatting, and when the pub closed we went back to a party on one of the boats. We had our first kiss there and exchanged numbers, but never really expected to meet up again. However, the next morning as I went to get a Sunday newspaper in the village, I saw Bridget and her party making their way across the sailing boats to get breakfast at the pub on the harbourside. I waited to say hello to her again and we chatted briefly, but it was enough to fan the flames of our attraction and persuade me that I would visit Bridget in Ireland.

I was newly divorced, whereas Bridget had been divorced for a good few years. We would meet up for a weekend every month or two. Generally I would fly over to Ireland, but sometimes Bridget would come to Manchester.

This particular weekend, I arrived from Manchester late afternoon on the Friday. Bridget was a teacher and had enough time after finishing work to come and pick me up from the airport. It was early Summer, and the weather was actually warm and sunny for a change. Bridget was waiting for me in the Arrivals hall, and we hugged and had a quick kiss before she guided me out to her car in the car park.

Her car was a Mini, and once we reached it she bent over to lift the hatchback and I put my case inside. We drove off and chatted away, catching up with our news for the last couple of days, whilst Bridget guided us out of Belfast. She lived on the coast in a small village about 40 minutes drive from the airport. Once out of Belfast, the roads became quieter.

Having not seen Bridget for a few weeks, I wanted to feel bodily contact again, so I rested my hand on her knee as she drove. She was wearing a summer dress that was just above her knee, so my hand was on her bare skin. It felt good to feel her warm body, and it started to turn me on. I was thinking that we might make a detour to the bedroom when we got to her house, but Bridget told me that we were going out straight away to have a meal with some friends. I adjusted my expectations, knowing that we would make up for it when we got home later.

Bridget continued chatting away as she drove, and I continued to rest my hand on her knee. In fact my hand was just gently squeezing her leg as we drove. Bridget did not object, so I slid my hand on to her thigh and continued the gentle squeezing. She gave me a glance that said "What are you up to you wicked man", but didn't try to move my hand away. As we got nearer to her house I got a bit bolder, and slid my hand a little higher up her leg. There was another quick look at me, but still no comment. My hand now was under the hem of the dress and feeling the softness of her upper thigh.

When we were about half a mile from her house I decided to be even bolder and moved my hand all of the way up her leg. I expected to feel the material of her knickers, but instead felt the downy softness of her pubic hair.

"Fucking hell Bridget, you've got no knickers on you dirty woman". I was shocked but incredibly turned on at the same time. Her legs were together but I ran my hand over her pubic bush. She had a broad smile on her face, laughing at how turned on I was by her little surprise. We were coming up to the turning in to her road and she moved my hand away, not wanting to get distracted as she manoeuvred the car along the road and reversed it in to the drive. Her dress was still a long way up her leg. I had become instantly erect when I realised she had no knickers on and I was trying to rearrange my cock in my trousers to get a bit more comfortable.

As the car stopped, I was still rearranging myself. Bridget got out and went to open the boot. I followed her out and grabbed my case, following her in to the house. She had unlocked the door and was just inside when I caught her up. I pushed the door closed with my foot and dropped my case on the floor. I caught hold of her and turned her round to kiss her passionately. My arms went round her and I pressed my lips against her, kissing her firmly and pushing my tongue in to her mouth. One hand was holding her shoulders firmly against me and the other hand was snaking down to find the bottom of her dress so that it could work its way back up her bare legs.

My hand reached her bare bum and fondled her curves. As we came up for air from our kiss I said "I want you.......now". Bridget insisted that we had to be out of the house in 10 minutes to go over to see the friends who were cooking dinner for us. "I don't care, we are going to be late. That's what happens when you are a tease with no knickers on".

By now were up against the wall in the hall. One of my hands was fondling her bum and the other one was squeezing her ample breasts through her dress. I was alternating kissing her with licking around her lips. I was pressed against her so that she could feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach. She made another attempt to say that we should not be late for our friends but I was having none of it. "The longer you delay, the later we will be, because I am not leaving here without having you".

I was so turned on by her surprise. The fact that if the wind had blown when she was opening the car boot in the airport car park, everybody there would have seen she had no knickers on. The fact that she had said nothing as my hand had slowly worked its way up her leg in the car. I was not going to be denied my release. There was no way I was waiting until we got home again tonight.

My forceful fondling was obviously starting to get to Bridget. I felt her respond more passionately to my kissing, and her body pushed back against me, her stomach pushing back against my clothed cock. Finally she relented. She pulled her mouth away from mine and said "Come on. Upstairs now".

We both ran up the stairs to the bedroom. I was behind and looking up her dress as it swung from side to side trying to see her naked bum. She reached the bedroom and turned to face me, with a sexy look on her face that said "Here I am. Come and get me".

We kissed again and then I pushed her back on to the bed. Her dress was lying across the top of her legs and my hand was straight underneath, feeling for her pussy. She did not shave her pussy, and my hand slid through the hairs down towards her opening. I discovered I was not the only one that was very turned on. My fingers discovered that she was very wet, the hairs by the entrance to her pussy were soaked. The whole idea of picking me up without her knickers on had obviously turned her on a lot.

My finger slipped straight in to her wet cunt. She moaned as I slid my finger all of the way in. Normally I would have continued with foreplay, maybe some licking and more fingering but not this time. I was so turned on I just wanted to be inside her, fucking her with my hard cock until we both got our release.

I rolled off Bridget and started shedding my clothes as quickly as possible. It was not a dignified undressing as buttons resisted being undone, arms would not come out of sleeves and shoes resisted being pulled off, but I was determined.

"Take that dress off before I rip it off you". I was in no mood to wait. Bridget pulled it off over her head and rapidly undid her bra, so that she was naked, her shoes had come off sometime earlier along the way. She moved up the bed and watched me finish undressing with a glint in her eye. Her legs slid apart. I pulled off my underpants at last as Bridget lazily ran a finger along her pussy, separating the matted pussy hairs. I climbed on to the bed and knelt between her legs.

My cock was oozing pre cum, and I massaged it over the end of my cock and then moved closer. Bridget was on her elbows now watching me. I watched her as I shuffled closer. Our eyes were glowing with unrestrained desire. We took a few seconds to drink in the depth of our desire and need. I put one hand on her pussy, gently easing her lips apart and then slid my cock in to her. It slid in easily, all the way until I was completely buried in her hot wet cunt.

I felt that I could come straight away, but was determined not to and slowly started to fuck her. Bridget lay back now, her eyes closed and a far away look on her face. I soon abandoned all efforts to make this a loving fuck. This was lust, pure and simple. I was soon fucking her hard and fast and deep. She had made we want this and by god I was going to satisfy my lust.

I got in to the rhythm and was fucking her like a speeded up metronome. Bridget was making noises. A little "ahh" every time I buried my cock in her. They were slowly getting louder as her excitement built. I could feel my body glowing and starting to sweat. I looked down and could see creamy juices on my cock as it almost slid out at the end of each stroke.

My hands were mauling her tits. There was no subtlety about it. I was squeezing them hard, pulling on the nipples, using them. Normally I would be much softer with them initially, but not tonight. I was single minded in my approach. I was concentrating on my needs, not directly accommodating hers, although it seemed that my caveman approach was also flicking her switches.

"See what you do to me you horny bitch?" I could still just about talk as I fucked her. She smiled and licked her lips, her eyes shining bright. "Come on big boy, let me have that spunk of yours". The challenge was clear and could not be resisted.

My cock was starting to send the signals to my brain that I was reaching the point of no return, and an orgasm was on its way. As I decoded the message, Bridget beat me to it. She made an unusual noise "Unghhhh" lasting several seconds before she screamed "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" and came. Her pussy clenched and tried to grasp my cock as I continued fucking her hard.

With a loud gasp I came. My cock spitting several strings of cum deep into Bridget's cunt. My body shaking, I slowed down but continued to slide in and out of her for a few more seconds before I needed to lie down on top of Bridget. We lay there for minutes, getting our breath and pulse back to more normal values. Large smiles across our faces.

Finally I rolled off Bridget to lie on my back. As I moved across her, my cock dribbled cum across the top of her leg. I put my arm round her neck and hugged her.

"Oh my god". No more words were required as we lay there in post coital bliss.

We were only 40 minutes late for dinner with our friends. Having a shower and getting dressed and looking decent accounted for most of that. Rather than having relaxed pre dinner drinks with our friends, we pretty much sat straight down at the table for dinner. I wondered whether they could tell the reason for our lateness. I am sure that we had that well shagged look on our faces during the evening, so I think they probably worked it out.