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She came up behind him in the airport and wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his shoulders and back of his head. He had waited so long for that feeling, spent so many nights wishing for that, wanting that, imagining her smell, but yet it still took his breath away and left him pulling himself back against her. "Hi." she said, with a deep breathy sigh as she ran her hands down his chest wishing she had come up with something better to say.
"Hi." he said, wishing he had come up with something better to say. He stood up slowly and came around the back side of the chair, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in close, her hips pressed against him, already feeling his urgency. He knew how badly she has been wanting this. They had spent so many long nights talking about what they wanted to do together, have done to each other, and how fantastically wonderful it was all going to be. She knew how badly he wanted to already be in that taxi on the way to the hotel. His lodging already arranged by his work as this was a "business trip" for a "training." Oh sure, there was a training and this most assuredly was indeed a business trip but he had a lot more planned for this week long trip then listening to lectures and ordering late night room service. They exchanged some forced pleasantries as they stood there in the airport, feeling as though no one else was around as they tried their best to act like they both didn't only have one thing in mind. It's not that they didn't have a friendship that encompassed all that normal bullshit you talk about, it's just a little more that sometimes some long standing sexual frustration needs to be worked through first before you can talk about baseball over coffee and when you only have a week to get through 16 odd months of said frustration, well, small talk has its limits.
She questioned whether she really was brave enough to go for the airport bathroom blow job she had described to him so many times but in a small airport like this the likelihood of being caught was a risk a bit too large for her liking. Having a good time is one thing but being arrested for public indecency when you're both married with small children at home to think about is something entirely different. She laughed to herself at her moment of conservative thinking as she placed her hands over his as they slid down over her ass, squeezing tightly. "Do you want to go?", he asked.
"Please.", she cooed, as they turned from the unloading gates, his carry-on in hand, and made the longest walk of their lives towards the main entrance, and hopped in the first taxi waiting outside.
Her fingers were already undoing his pants as they both sat down and slammed the door closed. He muttered the hotel name to the driver before her lips found his and they kissed deeply. She knew she would remember that kiss forever, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue sliding across them, his hand cupping her cheek and neck as she purred softly. It might as well been her first kiss, her last kiss - it didn't matter, it was fireworks and she thought she might cry at the power of it all right then but by then her hand was already wrapped around his cock and pulling him loose from his boxers. She wondered momentarily if the taxi driver, noticed/cared/was used to this sort of thing as she felt her lover's hand on the back of her head pushing her down. As fast she could open her mouth he was deep down her throat and she moaned involuntarily as she finally tasted that first drop of precum she had dreamed about so many early mornings. She had no shame in admitting to him that she loved that sweetness, along with most anything else having to do with sex. wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock as she started sucking him just the way she had always said she would, swirling her tongue, following her lips up his dick with her fingers squeezing tightly and rhythmically, tracing down between his legs and teasing his balls as he hit the back of her throat just hard enough to make her gag for a moment. She watched him from the corner of her eye, she could see him letting his head fall back on the headrest, hear him groan deeply, feel his hand gripping her hair tightly before moving it to her neck and squeezing firmly, making her shudder in her seat. Feeling her wetness spreading across her thighs and trickling onto the seat she thought briefly of the poor taxi driver having to clean up that mess later but no panties at the first meeting was an arrangement they had discussed at 3am more times than needs to be mentioned.
