Pen Pals

Sandra

I arrived at the short stay car park at Terminal 3, Heathrow airport after a two-hour drive from my home in a small town in the south west. The flight was not due in until 11.10am, but I had arrived almost an hour early as I was too excited to wait around at home any longer. The drive had been unpleasant; I had hit the morning rush hour and almost the entire journey was on the M4, but it was worth it. Four weeks after leaving the US following my holiday and 6 weeks after seeing John, my pen pal, I was finally going to see him again. He had offered to get the train or coach, but that would have delayed our meeting by several hours and I had no intention of wasting a moment of our precious time together.

I parked the car in my pre-booked bay (I wasn't leaving anything to chance) and headed towards the arrivals lounge. I decided the best place to wait was in Caffè Nero, I could get a coffee and would still be close to the arrivals exit. I ordered my coffee and an almond croissant as I had skipped breakfast. Although I was hungry, I wasn't sure I would be able to eat as I could feel my nerves and excitement rising. As I watched the flight arrivals scrolling on the information screens, I thought back to the last time I saw John and the following few weeks.

I met John on a pen pal website and we had hit it off straight away. After several months of emailing each other we both felt a connection and when I passed through St Louis close to where he lived, we decided to meet up. We had a lovely afternoon at the zoo followed by an evening of lust and passion. Our biggest regret was that we only had a short time together, but that time only served to increase our feelings towards each other. I had continued with the rest of my holiday with my teenage daughter, Alice. We're travelling along the historic Route 66 from Chicago to Los Angeles to celebrate the end of her secondary school education. During the following two weeks or so, Alice and I had many wonderful experiences. We drove around 150 miles a day on average and stayed overnight at some amazing places. We made sure we stayed in every state along the route and had great fun visiting many iconic stores and museums. We stood on the corner in Winslow, Arizona and visited the meteor crater there. Alice experienced some western horse-riding in Amarillo, and we took a Pink Jeep tour around Sedona. We stayed for two nights at the Grand Canyon and had the most amazing helicopter tour. We ended our holiday in LA where we visited all the usual tourist stops such as the Hollywood Walk of Fame and spent time at the Griffith Observatory. We had lunch one day at the Original farmer's market and finished our trip at Santa Monica Pier.

I emailed John whenever I could and sent him lots of photos of our trip. We managed the occasional phone call as well. I had always been a little worried that our feelings may change after meeting in person or that one or other of us may not want to carry on with our friendship, but if anything, our meeting seemed to have brought us closer together and the level of intimacy between us increased. We talked about when we would be able to see each other again and it was only after I returned to the UK, that John told me he was planning a visit to spend some time with me. I had previously told John about an important event in my local community. The town I lived in hosted a huge Motorcycle meet every summer and knowing John loved his Harley almost as much as life itself, I suggested he visited whilst the Bike Meet was on. And that's why I'm sitting here watching my coffee get cold as I finally see his flight announced on the screen above me. It had landed safely!! I just had to wait for him to get through customs and collect his bag. Not long now before our next chapter begins.

John

Handing my boarding pass to the smiling young gate attendant I bent picking up my carry-on bag. I wondered if the novel and magazines I had picked up at the airport newsstand would be enough to keep me occupied for the 7 hours of flight time between New York and London. I walked up the ramp to board the flight that would take me back to see my lovely little pen pal that had become so much more.

Settling down into my seat I slid my carry on under the seat in front of me and buckled my seatbelt. After the required explanation of all of the safety requirements and the welcome aboard message from the flight crew the 767 pushed away from the gate and taxied down the runway. With a roar of engines, I felt the wheels leave the ground and we were off.

As I reclined my seat trying to find as much comfort that the cramped space would allow, I thought back on how I came to be sitting where I was. The turbulent childhood that found me living with any relative who would take me in. The wild and crazy times as a young man growing up in the military travelling the world. A marriage that started with a frenzy of love and desire and ended with bitterness and disappointment. That marriage wasn't a total disaster, it did give me two sons that had grown into fine young men and were the pride of my life. The only reason I was on my way to England was to meet with Sandra again.

Sandra and I had become pen pals several months back. Six weeks ago, during a visit to the States we shared an evening of almost indescribable passion. I had never experienced anything like I had experienced with Sandra. When we parted that night, I knew that I had to see her again. With the distance that separated us, I didn't know how that could happen.

Sandra stayed in touch like she said she would and kept me up to date on her and her daughter's trip along the historic Route 66. The stories and photos that she shared of their trip showed they were having a great time all the way to California. I was happy that they were having so much fun. But at the same time, I was missing Sandra and needed her in my arms again.

I thought of flying out to L.A. and meeting her again before she flew back to England. I dismissed that idea because the purpose of her trip was to spend time with Alice and I didn't want to disrupt that. I remembered that Sandra had mentioned a motorcycle rally that was held in her home town every year and started to do some research. I thought it would be interesting to see how my European biker counterparts partied and of course hopefully Sandra would be able to be a pretty little tour guide along the way.

I found that the weekend the rally was to be held I had nothing planned. The airfare would be a little pricey but the hotels and B&Bs in the area were reasonable. With a few mouse clicks I had round trip air fare, 3 nights at a nearby bed and breakfast and a Harley rented in my name for the event. I even managed to work in a little surprise that I hope Sandra would enjoy.

While telling Sandra about my planned visit she seemed very excited but we nearly had our first real disagreement. I had told her that I planned to take public transportation from the airport since I had heard how easy using the buses and trains were in England. If she could have, I think she would have choked me out on the spot. For the first time I was glad for the 4,000-mile separation. I agreed that she could pick me up, gave her my travel itinerary and packed a bag.

When the wheels touched down at Heathrow International, I was anxious to see Sandra. I gathered my belongings, tucked my passport into my pocket and headed down the ramp to customs. Telling them I had nothing to declare they wished me a pleasant stay. Making my way to baggage claim I kept searching the area for Sandra.

At the bottom of the escalator there she was. Just as pretty as the first time I had laid eyes on her. She was standing back a little out of the way from the foot traffic. Those beautiful blue eyes searching for me through the crowd. When we made eye contact her face lit up with that heart-warming smile as I made my way over to her. I dropped my bag, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her like she was the last meal on earth. I was a starving man. When I felt her body pressed into mine and her breasts firmly planted into my chest, I couldn't help the thickening of my erection.

When we breathlessly broke our kiss, she looked down as she was grinning and said "Welcome to England. Nice to see you again." I wondered if she was greeting me or my little soldier who was nearly at the position of attention.

"Thanks Sandra, I am so excited to be here and to see you again."

Giggling like a school girl she said "I can see that, let's go get your bags."

Taking my hand, we made our way to the baggage claim area where the luggage was just starting to come across the conveyer. Sandra asked how the flight went and I told her that it wasn't too bad, that I had napped part of the way. Just then my bags came through. After I picked them up Sandra asked "What would you like to do first?"

"My calendar is open. I am at your disposal for the next three days. Just let me have a little time on Saturday at the bike meet and the rest is up to you."

Taking my arm, she turned towards the exit saying "HMMMM you are a brave man."

Sandra

I searched the crowd of people from John's flight as they headed in my direction and very quickly spotted him. He was tall and stood out easily and saw me straight away. As soon as I saw his handsome face and firm body, I realised just how much I had missed him. Even though we had spent such a short time together in St Louis, I felt I knew him both physically and emotionally better than I knew anyone else and in turn, I opened up to him in a way I have never done before. For the last six weeks he had been the last thought on my mind before I fell asleep every night and the first thought when I woke up.

As John approached, he pulled me into an embrace and without saying a word, kissed me with such passion it took my breath away. We held each other tightly and I immediately realised how pleased he was to see me as well. I could feel the start of an erection pushing against my stomach. In return I pressed harder against him but had to draw away when I noticed we were standing in the way of people eager to leave the terminal. When asking John what he would like to do, he replied by giving me free rein apart from Saturday as he wanted to look around the bike meet. Now this would be fun!!

After making sure he had everything, we collected the car from the nearby car park and I headed towards the motorway. I knew John had been travelling for many hours and would be tired and hungry. I was torn between driving straight home and stopping for a break and something to eat. I decided to stop at the services at Reading so we could grab a coffee and maybe a bite to eat, but not to spend too long there as I was keen to get him alone.

Pulling into the car park at the motorway services, my resolve disappeared and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I parked at the outer edge as far away from the entrance as possible, where it was quiet. Turning to John I gave him what I hoped was an inviting look and leaned over to kiss him. Within seconds our hands were exploring each other. I wanted him so desperately I forgot where we were. Like a couple of horny teenagers, we let each other fondle and grope and wriggling lower into my seat I let him reach under my skirt and he slid his hand inside. I felt his fingers slowly ease their way up until they reached my now wet lips and then slowly slip inside. With a moan I glanced around to make sure no-one was nearby or that there were no CCTV cameras watching this area and I undid his button and zip. With a little manoeuvering I released his very hard cock which seemed to spring free by itself. I felt that instant throb of lust as I saw that familiar thick manhood. I twisted in my seat and took it in both hands, gently massaging it. There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip which I used to help lubricate my fingers as I stroked and squeezed the head and then the shaft. All the time I could feel John's fingers working their magic and I was having trouble concentrating on the matter in hand. I had thought about this moment every day over the last six weeks and even though I hadn't imagined it would take place in my car in a car park, it seemed almost inevitable that we weren't going to wait to get back to my hometown. John's fingers kept brushing against my swollen clit and I could feel the tension rising and knew that I was going to reach my climax soon. Looking at John, I knew he was even closer. Wanting to avoid a sticky situation, I quickly bent down and wrapped my mouth around the head letting my tongue caress it. Almost immediately it exploded into my mouth sending streams of his delicious cream down the back of my throat. Simultaneously my orgasm felt like it was ripping me in half with its intensity. We stayed in that position, with my head on John's chest for what seemed like ages while we both tried to recover our composure. We shared a tender kiss and just stayed there in satisfied silence for a while.

After checking our fun hadn't been witnessed by anyone, we decided to still have the coffee and something to eat. I sat close to John while we ate and relished the feel of him next to me and my mind was already racing ahead thinking about the next few days and nights. It wasn't long before we set off, by now we were only about an hour away and I was looking forward to showing John around my town. I was proud of the community where I lived and knew that it was very different to where he came from.

John had told me he had booked into a B and B just around the corner from my home. I know he didn't want to assume he could stay with me and he was mindful of my foster children and Alice. What I hadn't had time to tell him was that at the last minute the two younger girls had secured a place at a summer camp for a week and that Alice was spending a few days with her grandma. They were staying about 15 miles away in a luxury country club and although Alice was disappointed that she might not get the chance to see John, the lure of the sports facilities there won. This did mean that I was free to stay away overnight or John would be able to stay at my house without the worry someone might hear us if we got carried away.

John

Feeling Sandra's firm breast pressed into my arm as we walked to the car in the short-term parking lot did nothing to ease my erection. Getting into her car threw me for a loop for just a second. I thought it strange to see the steering wheel when I opened the passenger door. I grumbled my apologies for being so silly and Sandra laughed saying "You aren't in Kansas anymore Toto. Don't worry about it, I did the same while in your country more than once."

When we got into the proper places and seatbelts were fastened, we started out. Chit chatting about mundane things like the weather and London traffic. Just listening to Sandra talk was turning me on again. Her sweet soft voice in the sexy British accent was almost too much. When you combine that with the fact that her seatbelt rested perfectly between her breasts showing off their feminine swell, I was as hard as granite again.

Sandra had mentioned stopping for a quick coffee and a light snack. I couldn't argue since I had had nothing to eat but a tasteless airplane meal since the night before. Parking in the back of the lot Sandra turned to me with fire in her eyes bringing our lips crashing together with high intensity. Our hands were searching each other's bodies and they found their targets nearly simultaneously. When my fingers dipped into her hot wet folds, I felt her delicate fingers grasp my cock and start to work their magic.

She craned her neck taking my length into her mouth just as we both reached the peak. I was firing my hot viscous load into her mouth as she was whimpering and moaning her own satisfied release. God, I could never get enough of this woman.

After finishing our quick snack, we were on our way to the B&B where I had made reservations. After checking in with Stella, one of the owners and getting the room keys we made our way to the room.

It was everything that you would imagine in a quaint little British B&B. The room was nicely appointed with tasteful furniture and a very nice queen-sized bed. The bathroom was a little small but had everything that I would need. Everything was very neat and cosy.

Sandra insisted on helping me put my clothes and toiletries in the proper places. I teased her by saying "You are only volunteering to do that so you can peek at my undies."

"Do you really think that I would stoop so low just to get a glimpse of your red, black and blue boxer briefs?"

"Well for someone who denies interest in my underwear, you seem to have memorized the colours fairly quickly."

"We have several days this time to explore and commit many things to memory. Kiss me John."

Moving to her I took her in my arms and kissed her softly while gently touching her neck just below her ear. She purred into my open mouth and wiggled her tongue against mine as an invitation. I stepped back and whispered into her ear "Hold that thought, I am going to need some nourishment to keep up my strength. Let's grab an early supper then see if we can find a way to pass the time."

Her eyes did nothing to hide her disappointment as she frustratingly told me "OK spoil sport, let's get you some food."

Making our way past the reception desk I glanced over to Stella, giving her a knowing wink and a nod. Her grey head of hair nodded slightly and with a wink of her own she let me know that she was aware of my plans and all would be ready when we returned. I hoped Sandra was going to enjoy my surprise as much as I had enjoyed setting it up for her.

Not knowing anything about the area I asked Sandra to lead us to a local restaurant so I could get a taste of the local cuisine. Sandra's giggling reply was "If you wanted a taste, we should have stayed in the room." She had me there. I wanted that too, but I needed time for the plan to come together.

She led us to an upscale little pub that served food. Well it was upscale for me since most of my time was spent in biker bars and Veteran Halls. I was enjoying a couple of pints of a smooth ale called Timothy Taylor Landlord (the flavor was a little bitter but nice although I would never get used to the warmer temperatures that the Europeans favored). Sandra was having red wine. I have never been a fan of or knowledgeable about wine so I won't even try to describe it but she seemed to enjoy it.

I asked Sandra to order for me since I knew so little about what was on the menu. She chose the traditional bangers and mash and I loved it. The rich sausage flavor mixed with the creaminess of the mashed potatoes and I had a new favorite. Sandra ordered a spiced beef sandwich that looked equally as appetizing.

During our meal Sandra talked about how Alice had gone away for several days visiting her grandmother while attending a sports camp and her foster daughters were away at a summer camp of their own. I think this was her subtle way of letting me know that we could have all of the privacy that we needed during my stay.

We spent a fair amount of time talking about our times growing up. We shared stories and laughs about the typical things that teenagers get into. It was surprising to learn that while our childhoods were vastly different, we still shared many common themes. I guess that kids are kids, no matter where you grow up.

After dinner was finished and the waitress had removed the dishes, I excused myself to use the restroom and pay the tab. While in the hall I secretly called the owners of the B&B to let them know we would be back in just a few minutes.

Back at the table Sandra was just as ready to leave as I was. The meal was great. The conversation was fun. But we both knew that the time had come. Walking slowly arm in arm I stole a few kisses during the walk back to my room.