After two years of texting, many e-mails, photos exchanged, few one sided phone calls and minimal viewings of each other on video my heart must have been visibly pounding through my red blouse. The plane had just touched down at YYZ and I was about to be face to face with whom I called my lover. Making my way to the baggage pick up I decided to step into the ladies room. Complying with a request I recall being made a few times in our 2 years of communication, I slipped my panties off from beneath my fitted skirt, took a gentle whiff of them, then pushed them down into my handbag.
Walking into the baggage area I got a short glimpse of him and instantly felt the horny juice starting to pool in my pussy, praying my tight slit would not allow it to start to seep. My pussy became wetter and I felt my nipples getting excited against my lace as I got closer to my lover. Huge smiles, very few words spoken, our handshake was firm and friendly, we connected instantly. Making way through the crowded airport not within a few minutes I felt his broad chest pressing against me, pushing me against the wall next to us. Our lips met, tongues touched, startled at the feel of his hand moving up my inner thigh and fingers pushing into my slit. All within seconds I had coated him with my horny liquid.