You are meeting her at the airport. You're running late. Her flight has landed already. The girl is stubborn. She's probably decided to look for her own ride by now.
Hanging around by the baggage return, you try to catch a glimpse of her, when you realize you're not exactly sure what you're looking for.
"I'll probably know her when I see her..." is your too-optimistic thought.
Having only seen blurry pictures, you weren't all that sure you'd recognize her.
But she would recognize you, though maybe not right away.
You're searching the crowd, your eyes scanning faces, looking for an expression that matches your own. Decisive, you start making your way through the crowd, intending to have her name called over the intercom.
Suddenly you hear that voice from behind you that has a habit of getting stuck in your head, "Hey baby... Lookin' for me?"
You whip around at the sound. You must have stepped right past her. She's grinning, a smile you'd imagined a thousand times. The reality of it is so much better.
In the speechlessness of that moment, the only thing coming from your lips is, "Hey gorgeous".
Smiling wider, she slips her arms around your neck and hugs you tight, as your arms wrap firmly around her, lifting her up and off the ground in the embrace.
It's not until you set her down and step away slightly that you really get a good look at her. First you take her in, as a whole. She's small in height, just like she said she was. Slim, but by hugging her you already knew she was soft, and curvy. Heels that looked like death to walk in accentuated very shapely legs. Those legs were bare and in a skirt that was just long enough to still be decent, but not long enough to cover anything but the essentials.
Slowly your eyes move up, taking in her caramel colored hair reaching past her waist, her lovely breasts that looked to be just more than a handful, and light skin with the dark tint of another nationality. Her lips, curved in a slight smile, were pink and puffy, it looked as if she'd been chewing her lower lip. A habit she'd admitted to already. A perfect mouth though, exotic. Looking into her golden eyes, you catch a flash of heat, of lust... and a sparkle of mischief.
So it's there after all... A wicked sex-drive on a gorgeous, intelligent, young woman who just so happens to want your cock.
Could things be better? The member in question twitches slightly as if in reply.
You can't wipe the smile off your face all through the small talk as you take her through the airport, leading her out to the parking garage. By the time you've got her next to your car, you've reached the point when you can't stand it anymore.
Taking her by the upper arm, you swing her around so that her back is against the car, she squeaks in surprise. She's caged between your arms. For a second, just a second, you watch her eyes, trying to read her. But all you can see is willingness, need... and something else you're afraid to name.
Your mouth comes crashing down on hers, giving just as much as you're taking from her lips. Your tongue slips into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her tongue. She pulls back a little, dragging her teeth across your lower lip as she does, then soothing the spot with her tongue. You can feel her breathing change, her breaths coming faster and harder even with just the passionate kissing, and you know you've reached the point of no return.... You must have this woman.
Sliding your hands down her body, across her breasts and to her hips, squeezing her there for a second before you move your hands right beneath her ass. Lifting her off the ground, and leaning her back against the car, she wraps her legs around you as you grind your erect cock against that soaking wet hot spot between her thighs.
Gasping into your mouth, her head falls back against the car, and you take the opportunity to kiss down her jaw and to her throat, down to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
She bites her lower lip, trying to contain the moans, and you know she's yours. As you kiss, suck, lick and nibble on her neck, her arms are around your shoulders and her fingernails are digging into the material of your jacket. On a moan, she releases your name from her mouth. Again, you bring your lips back up to hers and kiss her more.
This time it's different... it's slower, deeper... As if you have all the time in the world.
Though your cock is rock hard for her, and you want nothing else than to just hammer into her tight little pussy.... You set her down. You would rather your first time with her not be in the middle of a dim and grungy parking garage. However, because she can feel just how much you want her, she wants to test your control. Like a little girl playing rough with her toys, to see how much it takes to break them.
She lets her hands rub your crotch through your pants, sliding those little hands up and over the shape of your dick, while never letting those haunting amber colored eyes leave yours. For a moment you stand there and let her just because you want it so damn much... and you can see in her eyes that she wants it just as badly.