My lover sent me a selfie, it's a classic one, taken by holding her phone over her head with her smiling up at it. Blonde hair straightened and make up on, a pale washed out pink top; she's dressed for going out. The text simply reads, "Miss you!"
"Oh? Going out tonight?" is my response.
"Yasss. My husband is away again on a training course and leaves me here. Fuck him. I'm going out dancing."
"He's away? I didn't know. :( I could have organised something."
"I knoooow. I thought I told you but you didn't say you could come."
"You look gorgeous, where are you going tonight? The Foxes?"
"Foxes and then onto the House. I want you here. I want to you to fuck me!"
"Shit. I'm sorry little one. I'll find a way to make it up to you."
"I'm going now. I'll call you later when I am drunk. You'll be awake?"
"For you? Yes."
Another selfie, she's blowing a kiss to her camera phone. I look up at the departure board, they've just announced the gate for my flight, I'll be in Aberdeen to surprise her in two hours.
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It's a short flight but it seems to take a longer time than usual, there's nothing like anticipation to make time drag on.
I turn my phone back on and immediately get notifications for two missed calls and a text, all from my lover. The text is after the calls and reads,"Where are youuuuu??"
I text back, "Sorry little one, I was on the metro. No signal there."
"You're out tonight?" she always texts when she's in a pub, rather than go outside to talk.
"Yup. There's a surprise gathering for someone from the office and I'm on my way there now."
I walk out the arrivals doors and hail a cab, "How long to Foxes?" I ask the driver.
"Twenty minutes," is the terse reply as he pulls away.
Another text. "Who is the party for? A girl?"
"Yes. One of the HR girls. Are you jealous?"
"Yes," is the simple reply. Another text follows, "I want you for myself!"
"So greedy?"
The taxi is coming into town, the new built houses on the edge of it are flashing past the windows.
Another text, "Yes. I don't want to share your cock! He is mine!"
I reply, "So. You want me to turn around and go home because you don't want me to have any fun without you? You bitch!"
"Yes."
"Which is it? Go home or you are a bitch?"
We're in the centre of town now, just across the bridge is the pub. I tap on the glass to get the cab driver to pull over and I pay him. I get out and walk toward the pub.
My phone vibrates again, "Both."
"I've travelled all this way and you want me turn around? No. I'm out for the night now. Call me later," I send the text as I walk up to the pub door. I nod to the bouncer and walk in.
Foxes is noisy, boisterous, sweaty and a shit load of fun. They have a decibel meter above the bar so that if someone complains the management know and can deny it (when possible). I scan the room and see a familiar pink top and blonde hair combo at the bar, my lover's a short girl so she's leaning up and over the rail to shout at the bar staff and points to the drinks she wants.
I push through the crowd until I get behind her, she pulls a phone from her pocket and reads the text. It's from me, I see her stab out a reply of "Fuck you" and as she sends it, I nudge her on the shoulder and say, "Surprise little one."
She glances back over her shoulder and then springs round with a squeal of glee.
"You're here!" as she clasped me in a hug, "You fucking bastard! Teasing me!"
I laughed and looked down at her, eyes alight and a smile on her face.
"As if I could stay away," I smiled in return.
"I am glad you came, I have not seen you for months," she slid a hand between us and cupped my crotch, which immediately starts to harden in response, "And him. I missed your cock."
She drops the hug and looks around, realising that we're in a public place and her friends will be close by.
"We're over in a booth here. Grab those drinks?" she indicated to a couple of beers on the bar.
I follow her through the crowd to the booth where a few of her work mates sit. We all work for the same tech company and I know them from previous visits. There's some friendly banter and back and forth about work between us. Little Anya, the shy girl from the service desk; Big Rudolphus who likes to go walking over the hills; Kasia who loves to sing karaoke; Fiona the local girl; Maria the Italian graduate student, on the fast track programme.
And of course, my angry little princess. She looks at me through hooded eyes as she takes a drink.
"Hey man, what are you up for?" Rudolphus asks.
My phone twitches in my pocket, a text coming through. I notice my princess putting down her phone.
"Three day project meeting next week, but there's no reason to miss a Friday night out in Aberdeen. Speaking of which I'll be back soon," as I stand and go back to the bar.
I order a beer and wait, checking my phone the text reads, "I really want to fuck you. I've missed him inside me, your hands in my hair, your strong kiss. I am your hot bitch and I want it!"
I send back, "Patience. It'll happen. Tonight. And tomorrow. You have me all weekend." I grab my beer and head back to the booth.
The chatter in the booth is good and I start to unwind from the trip up. With a startled noise I realise I've been asked a question. "Sorry?" I say in return.
"Are you coming to House? We're going to get a few more drinks there," says Anya, with an interested light in her eye.
I notice my lover isn't at the table.
"Where's...," as I indicate across the booth.
"Gregor called and she's taken it outside," comes the response.
"Well, I need to get to the hotel and get checked in," I lift and show my carry on bag, "I can't take this out dancing can I?"
They laugh and make pretend cries of "shame!"
"See you guys tomorrow for the same again?"
There is a chorus of agreement behind me as I head to the door.
I step out into the evening air, it's cool but not too cold. I look around and see my lover, on the phone to her husband, I assume. She's mad and speaking animatedly into her phone.
I catch her eye and make sure she sees me waiting. She holds a hand up to me palm out, she doesn't like me close when they're on the phone; she doesn't trust herself she says.
She hangs up the call and stalks over to me, "He needs me to email some training documents he forgot to take. I need to go to my place and send them. And you? Going to House?" she talks a little loudly, for the benefit of her friends who are piling out of the pub. Fiona hands over my lover's jacket.
"Not this time. I'm going to go get checked in at The Riverside."
"It's on my way, we can walk together."
She waves her goodbyes to our work colleagues and we head off toward her apartment block, aiming to cut through the park for speed.
We both walk easily next to each other, making small talk. I ask after her sister, she asks after my mother. All politely spoken until we pass through the park gates and into a shadowed avenue of trees.
"Kiss me," comes the demand and my nerves tingle with anticipation.
I push her back against a tree and bend my head down, my mouth to her mouth and we hungrily kiss. She clutches at the back of my head like she's drowning and needs a lifeline.
She breaks the kiss and slides her hands down my body to my waist. Looking into my eyes as she starts to unbuckle my jeans, "I want him."
My cock springs to attention as she frees it from my briefs.
Falling to her knees with a satisfied noise, she runs her tongue around the head of my cock.
My hand buries itself in her blonde hair and I groan.
She gently takes the head of my cock in her mouth and scrapes her teeth on the sensitive flesh.
I give a sharp intake, "Careful!"
She looks up into my eyes, "Sorry," she says. From her smile as she speaks it's clear that an apology is far from her mind.
She bobs her head forward, mouth closed around me and tongue running underneath my cock, then she slowly withdraws. She repeats this several times.
I feel myself starting to come close and I grab a handful of her hair to stop her next darting movement forward. She looks up at me, her lips around my shaft.
"Stand up and move into the bushes here."
She releases me and stands, pouting, "I want your cum!"
"And you'll have it when I'm ready," I place a hand on her shoulder and not quite gently push her into the undergrowth.
She stumbles over a root and reaches out her hands to catch hold of a branch. Her back is to me.
"Stay that way," I tell my lover as I start to undo her jeans and roll them down to her knees, swiftly followed by her underwear.
"You want to fuck me?" she says looking over her shoulder, "Then get him inside of me."
She half turns and spits onto one hand and rubs it down the shaft of my hard flesh, turning back forward she leans over and sticks her ass out at me.
I step forwards and grip her hip with one hand and guide my cock head to her open slit. I rub the head up and down the wetness there and enjoy the moans she makes.
I pause and line up, then swiftly slide my entire length into her. She gasps and flicks her head backwards. I start to fuck my sweet lover with a steady rhythm, gliding my cock in and out of her.
I hear my lovers soft moans interspersed with, "oh my god, oh my god," which only makes me want fuck for longer and draw it out. Her head drops forward as she relaxes.
Male laughter nearby startles me and I slow to a stop, listening, my cock still buried in my lovers wet pussy.
