It's been so long since I've seen you, between your flight tours and mine, and finally our schedules line up; you getting back to base a day before me. The plan is set and you're coming to my house and the only thing on our agenda is to explore all the ways that we can tease and please each other. Your drive up, while short, seems like it is taking forever...the excitement making every nerve tingle with anticipation. As you're pulling into my neighborhood, your phone rings with a call from me.
"I'm so sorry, my inbound leg was delayed a bit and I have about 10 minutes left here at the FBO. Why don't you let yourself in and get yourself comfortable. I can't wait to see what you picked out to wear for me! Did you bring your long distance toy with you?"
I can hear the disappointment when you first start talking, but what catches me off guard is the undertone of excitement by the end of your response. "I've been waiting for weeks, what's another 20 minutes waiting for you to get here? Of course I have the toy you got for me, it's fully charged and ready to go." Your tone softened, "Too bad you don't have cameras in the house, you're going to miss seeing me strut around in the garter belt, and bra and panty set that I got just for you. See you soon!"
My heart beat increases just from hearing your sultry voice, completely overriding any insult that I may have felt by you essentially hanging up on me. Shaking my head and snapping back to the reality of finishing the last report of the debrief and packing up my flight bag.
Doing my best to focus, ignoring the pinging text notifications and hoping that they aren't from the chief pilot or anyone else that may pose a threat to the plans you and I have. When I get to my car, I finally look at my phone and to my pleasant surprise, they're all from you.
The first one, a picture of your legs dangling over the edge of my kitchen counter. How your perfectly pale skin contrasts against the black stockings are so incredibly sexy. Swiping to the next that reveals your chest leaned over the countertop, the camera angle showing off the way that the lacy black bra cups your beautiful breasts. The last one, a full floor to ceiling shot showing you bending over from behind while you kneel on the chaise lounge...you found the tripod that I pulled out to film us today. My cock throbbing against my slacks as I admire how your amazing ass is framed by the straps of the black garter belt. Longing to drag my tongue along the thin line of fabric stretched tight over your ass and your perfect pussy. Adjusting myself in my pants as I start my drive and call you.
Skipping the pleasantries, "You've clearly made yourself comfortable, my sexy little pet". I can hear the soft buzzing of your toy in the background. "Are you still in the kitchen?"
Your breathing slightly quicker than normal, "No, sir, I am sitting on the couch thinking about how it's going to feel having you standing next to me".
"Good girl. If I were standing there right now, my hands would be holding over your chest as you trace your fingers along the outline of my throbbing cock. Circle the tip of your toy over your bra, feel your nipples get hard for me. I can't wait to have my hands and lips all over you."
The buzz a bit louder now, I can practically hear you biting your lip as you watch your own chest rise and fall with each breath while you tease your tits for me. Wanting to push you a bit more, asking, "How badly do you want my lips to be where that toy is instead? How much better would it feel to have my tongue flicking against those sensitive nubs, freeing up your toy to tend to your needy little pussy?"