Despite the cross-Atlantic gap, you and I had always wanted each other. We had never met, but I could imagine every millimetre of your body. Having met on the Internet, we had always had a very sexual relationship, even if it was only virtual. Every day, I imagined sitting your naked black pussy on my rigid white cock. Just the thought of it made me want to cum everywhere. But, as much as we wanted to meet, the distance between us meant we could not.
However, this weekend was very different. I was flying from London to New York to visit you. Sat on the plane, my cock started getting hard, just imagining seeing you finally. Touching you. Holding you in his arms. I just could not wait to land in New York.
Going through check-in seemed to take forever. Having come into New York from another country with the present situation meant that it took ages. I began to worry... would I recognise you? Would you recognise me? Would you take one look at me, and want to run away?
I didn't need to worry. Walking through the arrivals lounge I spotted you a mile off. Our eyes connected, and there was an instant spark. My mind was not on being scared about meeting a new lover; it was on kissing the image of gorgeousness in front of me.
We were in the car on the way home, and all I could do was stare at you. I imagined fucking you, right there, right then. My cock was getting harder and harder, and all I could do was try to hold it down until we got home. It was torture, but then I saw your hand move away from the steering wheel, and reach down and softly touch my cock. "Ummm... that's what I like to see!" you said, gently caressing my now hard member. "That had better be like that when we get to my place, or there will be trouble! And just to let you know, I'm not wearing anything under this skirt". With that alone, I felt a dribble of pre-cum trickle out of my cock.