Gracious thanks to the lovely and talented Eroslit for her contributions to this story. Enjoy!
Johnnie Blue sat on the plane, making its descent into Columbus International Airport, and peered down at the flat, rambling farmland of the aptly-named Licking County, just to the east of Ohio's capital city.
There is no doubt about it, the final ten minutes or so before arriving at any airport is exciting. Even after hundreds of flights to central Ohio for business and family-related reasons over the past decade or so, Johnnie still loved staring out of the window during final approach, but on this particular visit, his excitement was not exclusive to Buckeye geography. This visit, it was his carnal anticipation, which was profound.
He sighed contentedly, his always eager cock twitching in anticipation in his shorts. He knew that Traci, for whom he had flown to Columbus for the sole purpose of meeting for a weekend of sexual fun and games, anything-goes carnal explorations, had booked a room for them for just that purpose, so that they could develop their own story line for Literotica. Anything in the name of cutting-edge literary research, after all.
Johnnie made no pretense about his intentions with the sensational Traci, a/k/a Eroslit, from the very outset. Her writings aroused him, and he was a discerning man when it came to both literature and choosing his sexual partners. Traci was candid, sensitive, and best of all, an articulate and unabashed, though discreet and discerning, sexual dynamo, it was clear. And he used that phrase in the most complimentary of ways.
An intelligent woman is always the best and creative lover, and Traci was obviously both. He liked that in a woman. He liked the way she described her scandalous outfits and lingerie, her big tits, her always ravenous cunt, her spirit of exploratory adventure. He liked her photo and could envision her bright smile and lovely hair that he planned on tugging while she sucked and fucked him. He loved the curve of her nice tits and the smooth skin of her thighs that peeked provocatively in her pictures as she tucked them to her torso. He wanted to fuck her mouth, cunt, tits, hands, and most of all, her mind.
He also knew that he had just what Traci wanted and needed. A large cock with stamina that belied his age and a tongue that could lick the adhesive off of a hundred postage stamps. And the talent and experience to satisfy her in every way.
He rubbed his dick in his seat, contemplating what Traci would wear when she greeted him in the terminal for their weekend of pure libidinous pursuits, under the pretense of sexual research. And pure fun.
The sluttier, the better, he thought, and he closed his eyes and dozed as the pretty flight attendant smiled as she saw his impressive bulge while checking to see if everyone's seat belt was secured.
Traci sat in the terminal, fiddling nervously with the '60% post-consumer fiber' sleeve around her Starbucks latte. She grinned at the winter scene on the cup. Not because of the artwork, but because she wore a small sweater that was cut low enough to reveal a major portion of her tits and a skirt that barely covered her ass and pussy. And it was freezing outside. She grinned because she thought it was what Johnnie would want. And this weekend was all about finding out what Johnnie wanted.
Traci would provide it. She would provide it better than any woman he'd ever been with, or she'd die trying. She had reserved an outrageously priced room at the Hilton in Easton Towne Center and was wet just thinking about the possibilities. The outfit she wore for him now was only an appetizer of things to come.
She wondered what he liked sexually. Did he want aggressive or submissive; naked or lingerie; shower or bed. Traci desperately wanted to reach inside her skirt and rub the material of her thong against her throbbing clit. She considered going to the ladies' room, but she feared missing him.
"God, I can't wait," Traci thought to herself.
Johnnie waited until all of the other passengers disembarked before getting out himself. As much as he was truly excited to meet his counterpart for their journey into hands-on research, literally in the flesh, he also knew enough to keep Traci waiting those few extra tantalizing minutes, further heightening her arousal. He could envision Traci at security gate to the terminal, anxiously craning her neck to get that first glimpse of him. Johnnie also imagined the many men in the terminal craning their own necks to get a look at her sensational body, oozing sex, her attire no doubt indicating what was the ultimate purpose for her 'pick-up' of her visitor.
Johnnie watched the numerous businessmen getting off the plane and smiled to himself, knowing that each of them would be salivating when they laid eyes on Traci, yet he would be the only one to savor her charms, again and again, over and over, alternating between hard fucking and tender lovemaking for two days and two nights. His already turgid cock twitched in his trousers at the realization, and this did not go unnoticed by the flight attendant when he grazed past her in the tight corridor. "Enjoy your stay," she said seductively to him as he passed. "Mmmm, come again', she thought to herself as she followed his trek up the aisle.
Johnnie saw Traci first, how could he not recognize THAT? His face lit up like Nationwide Arena's facade on the night of a Blue Jackets-Pens game. She looked even better in person, if possible, all tits and ass and legs and long brown hair. A sophisticated slut, he mused, as he perused her daring wardrobe, or what little there was of it. She had adorned herself more than appropriately, or inappropriately as the case may be. He had jerked himself to sleep and in rousing wake-up calls on many occasions, anticipating this first look, and here she was, here THEY were finally, and her own lovely face beamed when she saw him, too.
He took her petite body in his arms, and she immediately felt his strength. Traci liked the feeling, and it answered her question of whether Johnnie liked to take the lead.
