It was the most I'd ever looked forward to arriving home. Knowing that Sam would be there waiting for me was so incredibly exciting I could barely hold my paperback as the plane rose from the runway and started the eight-hour journey back to Chicago.
As the miles passed infinitely slowly to me at about six per minute, I briefly thought back to how Sam and I had finally managed to get together after years of rewarding friendship. The resulting physical relationship had been spectacular, but cut disappointingly short before it had even got into its second night. My arrival at work "the first morning after Sam" saw me joyous and carefree. Fifteen minutes later I was devastated. The company needed someone to leave for Europe immediately, and that someone was me.
Leaving Sam that evening was tough. We only had time to meet at the airport and share a quick coffee before my flight was called and we had one last kiss goodbye. I watched her for as long as I could as I waited in line to clear security, wishing more than anything my second night as Sam's man could be even a tenth as good as the night before had been. I saw one last wave to me through the heavy security glass and then we were split for the next ten days.
The emergency that took me to London was a challenge but having Sam on my mind through the whole visit was far more taxing on me. We talked several times every day of course, mostly giggling and sharing intimate secrets as new lovers do. As the days wore on our exchanges became more passionate, more needy, as we explained what we intended to do to one another as soon as I returned—which positions we liked best, things we wanted to try but hadn't yet, fantasies about each other that we wanted to turn into reality. Those were some steamy conversations.
It still amazed me that Sam had seen me in the same light for so long before our friendship burst into a relationship. Discovering that for so long I had featured in her fantasies as much as she had in mine was amusing, but it was also a huge turn on that added a wonderful freedom to our discussions that felt almost as amazing as having her skin next to mine.
I had worked hard, all through the weekend, to make the trip as short as possible and my return was on a Wednesday. Sam eagerly agreed to take the afternoon off work to meet me at the airport and bring me "straight home". All through the flight I couldn't draw my mind away from a vision of her pretty face and flowing hair, the magic of our finally getting together and the anticipation of spending more intimate time with her.
I felt like a teenager as I hurried through the airport to the baggage collection area where we'd agreed to meet. My pulse was racing, knowing Sam was either there or she would be at any moment. Even when I found my bag and she hadn't arrived yet my heart pounded and my mind was still playing tricks on me... is this really happening? Is Sam really my girl? Looking around, she still wasn't in the baggage hall, so I stepped off to the side where I had a good vantage point and waited to watch her arrive.
I saw her before she noticed me and I was so stunned by her appearance that I couldn't even raise a hand to let her know where I was. Sam walked past me in the tightest pair of washed-out jeans I'd ever seen, leather boots half-way up her shins and a white woolen sweater with a huge collar. She looked statuesque and extremely sexy as she strutted over to the baggage carousel where she was obviously expecting me to be. Snapping back to reality, I smiled as I realized she was dressed just as I'd described in one the fantasies I'd discussed with her on the phone, and set off to catch up with her.
When she stopped to look around I caught up with her and tapped her on the shoulder. It was the most natural thing in the world when our mouths met and opened for the hungry kiss we'd been anticipating for days. Almost as though it were a final validation that I hadn't dreamed our night together, Sam tasted just as I remembered and if it was possible, she looked even better than I could ever have imagined.
"I missed you." She hugged me tightly when we broke the kiss. "As crazy as it sounds... I missed you.
"Me too." I felt her heart thumping in her chest. "I missed you so much."
After pausing for some more sensual kisses and some sublime moments of hands wandering over thighs and backs when we got into Sam's car, she pulled out onto the freeway and we headed towards my apartment. The heavy afternoon traffic ensured that we weren't going to get anywhere fast though, and we ground to a virtual halt within a mile of the airport.
I glanced over at her as she inched us forward amongst the other vehicles. After all this time I still marveled at her long wavy hair. I reached over and ran my fingers through it—because I could, and because I had wanted to so many times previously and not been able to. She flashed her white-teeth smile at me as her cute nose scrunched with an affectionate look and her hand patted my thigh. Her eyes shone with sincerity, desire and playfulness. "You look beautiful." I said slowly.
"You don't look as tired as I expected." She laughed and drew her had up my thigh until it touched the bulge in my jeans. "Mmmmm," her eyes flashed wickedly over to me, "definitely not as tired as I expected."
Her hand left its station teasingly early, but I loved the affection and the anticipation. My pulsing hard on twitched as I thought of how exciting it would be to strip Sam of her boots and jeans.
"How many times did you, you know... jerk off, while you were away." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice as she asked.
"I didn't." I said truthfully. "I've been saving up for today." I have no idea how I lasted with all of our dialogue, thoughts of Sam and this homecoming, but somehow I did.
"My goodness." She seemed genuinely shocked. "Boy, are you going to be on a hair-trigger."
The thought had crossed my mind, but for some strange reason I had persisted with my tactic, desperate that Sam should be the sole owner of my next orgasm. "Yes. I think you'll have to be gentle with me."
