You stand at the airport, waiting for me to arrive. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweating, anxious to finally see you. When I get off the plane, I recognize the skirt and sheer top you described. I smile at you, and wrap my arms tightly around you, picking you up and twirling you around. Your lips fit perfectly against mine as we share our first kiss. Everything around us disappears as we lose ourselves within each other. I can feel your heart pounding against my chest as I let you down slowly, becoming aroused as your body slides against mine. Your hand slips naturally into mine as we go retrieve my bags from the carousel. We remain hand in hand, not wanting to let the other go.
Talking and laughing, we make our way out to the car. I open the door for you, stealing a kiss as you climb in. My eyes wander to your rear end, admiring the view. After putting your bags in the car, I climb into the front seat and look into your blue eyes and reach my hand out, sliding my fingers from your chin to the side of your beautiful face and up through your light brown hair. You tilt your head to my touch, placing your hand on mine and squeezing it tenderly. I lean across the seat and give you another kiss. This one filled with even more passion than before, our tongues meeting for the first time. Touching fleetingly at first and then becoming bolder.
My left hand reaches across rests on your right thigh, my nails tracing light circles on your leg. You bring your right arm around me, pulling me close and we embrace again, the world vanishing, leaving us lost within each other. Too soon, the kiss ends and we just hug. I kiss your neck lightly, followed by your ear.
By the time we arrive at the hotel, we can hardly keep from touching each other, not as sexual advances, but as little signs of affection. I can hardly stand releasing your hand long enough to walk around the car to open your door and take it once again to assist you out. Wrapping our arms around each other's waist, we feel almost like teenagers when we go in to register at the front desk. My hand trembles slightly as I fill out the registration and you run your right hand lightly up and down my back, grazing it gently. You can almost feel the goose bumps surface, even through my jacket.
I carry my suitcases up to the room, again admiring the view as I follow you. When you open the door, we enter silently. You turn to me and place your arms around my neck sliding them down my shoulders, urging me to put the suitcases down. I begin to kiss you gently as I comply.
After releasing the bags, I wrap my arms around you, my right hand on the back of your neck. Once again our tongues begin to dance together, the passion like electricity in the air. My hand strokes the back of your neck and your hair softly, feeling like a whisper in the air. Meanwhile, your hands are leaving streaks of fire as they glide lightly across my back. I slip my hands inside your jacket, easing it off your graceful shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
I move my lips to your neck, licking and biting gently. Your soft moans encourage me as I continue on the side of your neck. When I move up to your ear, you start tugging at my shirt, sliding your warm, gentle hands underneath it. I moan as I feel those wonderful hands running over my back. My kisses on your ear and neck become more passionate as my desire continues to build. You can feel my erection pressing against you as you continue to graze your fingers lightly over my back.
You pull my shirt up over my head and start to kiss and lick my neck. I lean my head back, providing you with easier access as you nibble gently. I can't stop my moans from escaping my lips as my hands wander over your back. The first time my hand brushes against your breast through your shirt, you moan softly into my neck. I respond by applying more pressure, send jolts of electricity through your body as your nipples stiffen to my touch. I pull your shirt out of your slacks and run my hands up and down your spine, tracing circles as I go.
