Throughout my life, I had experienced many things. I had been in threesomes, made love to a woman, and had my taste of sadomasochism. Though I was intrigued by those experiences, none had made me yearn for more the way Fernando did.
A few months had gone by since my last visit home. I decided I needed to make another trip back. I needed time away from my husband. I longed to feel a sexual release from my built up frustration.
I arrived at the airport, my husband dropped me off and drove away, blowing me a kiss in the air. I wondered if he had someone to release his frustration on. Perhaps he was satisfied. All I knew is that I wasn't. As I boarded the plane I made a decision to take advantage of this trip. None of the bullshit of talking about irrelevant things, joking about life. I walked down the plane isle and found my seat. I sat back and closed my eyes as the plane lifted off the ground. I started to think about a previous visit. Fernando and I hadn't seen each other in a while. He had a serious girlfriend and I was in a serious relationship myself. When he came over, we got into his car and drove around. We claimed it was just to talk, but we both knew better. Down the dusty back roads, we looked at houses and joked around.
I decided to drive, so we switched seats. As we drove, I remember wanting to lean over and do things to him he never imagined possible. I was sure it was just me. I couldn't stop thinking about his warm body pressed against mine, my bare breast laying on his soft, light brown skin. I wanted him to run his hands up and down my body. I decided to go for it. I decided I was going to stop the car and just take him. Instead, I turned to him and..."I really want to kiss you..." That wasn't all I wanted, but I waited for this response. He didn't look at me. My heart pounded until he turned and... "...so, why don't you?" I leaned over, ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him towards me. I caressed his tongue with mine. His warm lips tasted just as I had remember. Sliding my hand into his pants, I could feel that he had the same thing in mind as I had. His lips moved down my neck and I could feel my pussy start to drip.