I'm sat in arrivals, at the airport, waiting for my lover, who I haven't seen for thirteen months. He's a soldier, and has been in Afghanistan, fighting the Taliban, with the coalition forces.
Also sat with me is my son Josh, from my first marriage, and in the double pram by my side, are the twins, a Boy and a Girl, that my lover gave me before he left.
For your benefit I think I'll start my story, where it should begin, the first time I met him.
My name is Allison, and I am a twenty five year old divorcee.
I loved my life, my marriage at nineteen, and my baby I had at twenty. As soon as my Husband found out that his freedom was restricted when the baby came, he took off with a young secretary, and we divorced a year later.
I dated casually, and hung out with friends, but never had sex with any of the men I dated.
People say I am very attractive, and to some men very sexy, or so they say. I am curvy, I take care of my body, and I have blonde hair, and deep blue eyes.
I loved sex, but my husband was always the wham, slam, thank you Mam type, and so I often resorted to masturbation to satisfy myself.
I worked from home after my husband left me, which gave me plenty of time, to look after my boy, and indulge in my fantasies.
Each morning I would dress, and make breakfast, before taking my Son Joshua, to school. Sometimes, during the day I would fantasise about the male teachers, the male parents, and masturbate to the most lurid fantasies. I would read the stories on the Literotica website. I enjoyed the stories about Women being forced or taken silently. Sometimes, I fantasise that a Man will dominate me, and force me, without hurting me, to do his bidding.
One morning, just after Josh had started school, I woke, showered, and put on a halter neck sundress, briefs, and some shoes. It was warm and sunny, and so I went braless. My breasts are quite firm, and many times I do go without support.
I fed us both, got Josh dressed, and then hand in hand with my little boy we started out for school. We waited at the bus stop, and although it was warm, the clouds were darkening.
It was a ten-minute ride to the stop outside the school, and as we got off the bus to walk the half-mile to school, a flash BMW car pulled up alongside us.
"Can you tell me where the school is?" a male's voice shouted through the open window. I looked in, and saw a handsome Male, about twenty five, or so, and was looking into the most amazing eyes, eyes that I just couldn't pull away from, and his question blocked in my conscience by an immediate fantasy of him jumping out of the car, and taking me.
The man was the stuff girls wet dreams are made of. Movie Star looks, his skin was tanned, and his hair was short and jet-black, and his eyes, his eyes were the most intense piercing hazel, that I had ever seen. His body seemed firm, and well built, but not so that it strained his clothes, but enough that I was soon aware of the warm wetness between my legs.
He looked directly into my eyes, and asked again, "The school, where's the school?"
I felt as if I was going to faint, and speechless, I just pointed up the road.
"Thanks," he shouted, and as he pulled away I looked in and saw a small child in the back, about the same age as Josh.
Walking to school down the tree lined covered streets, my breasts tingled, and my pussy throbbed. As we got closer to the school it started to spit with rain, and so I hurried Josh as quickly as his little legs could run. We weren't too wet when we arrived at his school, and I saw the BMW parked in the school car park.
After a short discussion with his teacher, I kissed Josh, and said, "See you later big man."
When I got outside, it was raining quite hard, and the car was still parked, I thought about the man, and I knew if I masturbated later that morning, he would figure in my fantasy. As I walked I imagined him taking me, using me, and forcing me to do what he wanted. Before I arrived at the bus stop I was soaking wet, both bodily, and sexually.
As I stood waiting for the bus, and still fantasising about the man who'd asked directions, a car pulled up, a BMW car, his car.
"Need a lift?" he shouted through the open window.
I nodded my head, and then shook it, "No' I'm ok I'll catch the bus," I said, embarrassed that he may have read my daydreams, and caught me fantasising about him.
"Get in," the man shouted, and opening the door, said, "You helped me, let me help you."
"I'm wet," I replied, not realising what I had said, and that it could be took a different way, especially when he smiled. He opened the door, and I got in, instantly wetting his seat. Smelling his scent, his aftershave, I began breathing in more of his aroma.
"Are you really wet," he asked, smiling.
I realised it was a sexual innuendo, and said, "Yes I am," flicking water onto him, from my wet fingers. He grabbed my hand, and held it tightly, driving with one hand.
I felt the electricity in his touch, and made no effort to free my hand from his grip.
He laid my hand on his leg, and moved it up and down. He stopped when my hand was near his crotch, and a few moments later he let go of my hand. I kept my hand were it was, as he felt my body, running his hand from my shoulders to my crotch.
"Yes you are wet," he sniggered, as his hand caressed the top of my leg.
