We've been apart for so long. Late nights on web chat have kept us going. Me, staring as you do stripteases for me. You, trying not to giggle as I find the right angle to make my cock look the biggest.
But finally, it's time to be together again. My flight lands at 3.
You pick me up from the airport and we hug and kiss and get honked at to move along. Your lips are the greatest I've ever come in contact with. I don't know if you do anything behind the scenes to make them so perfectly soft, but they're like heaven.
We try to make conversation but we're just too giddy about being together again.
We're like that all through lunch. And then you drop me off at my place. I creep inside to check, but my roommate is home. And we want space. So you go home and we wait just a little longer. I shower the plane off of me and you tell me your place is deserted.
So I get dressed all nice for our date and head over to you.
I walk through the door and wonder why we're dressed at all. Immediately my back is against the door and you're unbuttoning my shirt. We're kissing, our mouths mingling, our tongues fighting like hungry snakes that just can't get enough, only breaking apart for the removal of clothes.
By the time we break apart I'm only in my jeans, and you're only in your bra and panties. I turn you around and push you against the door in my place. Your hands go down and fiddle with my button but I stop you.
I tell you to stay where you are and gather up our clothes, running to your room and throwing them all in, just in case.
I come back to you and you are still against the door, just where I left you. I take you by the hand and guide you to a chair.
I know you've been working so hard, so I start to massage your shoulders. You appreciate it, but you're frustrated. We're here to come not to sooth. But I continue.
My hands go up your neck, into your hair, then back down, along your shoulders. Then lower. And a little lower. Soon enough I'm pressing at the top of your breaths and your eyes have fluttered closed from the contact.
My hands make their way inside and give them a massage of their own. You breath out in satisfaction.
My hands travel back up and I press your neck some more. As I do that I crouch behind the chair.
My hands on your neck are replaced by my tongue, my hands traveling down to unclasp your front clasping bra.
I don't know what you're enjoying better. My kisses and tonguing up and down your neck, or my hands cupping your now free breasts. But now you're almost naked and nervous that someone will come in, so we stand and scurry off into your room.
I throw you on the bed and climb on top of you, kissing you hungrily. Our tongues are flying. My hands travel up your nearly naked body, gliding fingers gently over you stomach and thighs, massaging your breasts, avoiding your pussy.
Your hands come down and unbutton my jeans, pull down the zipper, and pull out my cock. I'm so hard for you.
You give me a tug and we slow down. I'm still over you, my hands on either side of your head holding myself up as we kiss, and you slowly stroke me underhand.