Priya stepped up on her tiptoes to try to see above the crowds. The airport was crowded with people arriving in New York City, trying to find the proper baggage carousel. The chilly March air periodically burst through the automatic doors as people left the building. She kept scanning the rows of people filing through the narrow passageway beside security, looking for a familiar face. She could feel her clit aching in anticipation. Slowly, her thong was getting more and more uncomfortable.
Andrew brushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked for his wife. He hadn't the opportunity to get a haircut in Africa, and now it continually fell and blocked his view. His waist was a little smaller, his skin a little darker, but his eyes still scanned desperately for Priya. He could feel his heart start to beat faster at the thought of holding her in his arms again.
Their eyes locked at the same time.
Andrew felt the bag slip from his hand before he realized he had decided to drop it. Priya started to run towards him, disregarding multiple signs. As they embraced each other tightly, Andrew could smell her sweet perfume filling his nostrils. Her face was buried against his shoulder, hair in his face. She started to tear up as she felt his strong arms clamped around her like a vice. It had been so long since their last embrace. As she pressed her whole body against him, she felt his cock grow hard through his jeans. They broke apart to kiss passionately, his hand gripping the back of her head and pressing her close. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pressed her clit against his leg. Her thong was now soaked - she had a brief instant of concern that her light grey tights would betray the wetness between her legs, but quickly ignored it as she lost herself in the kiss again. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, quickly and aggressively, as they made up for lost time.
"I need you, right now," he whispered fiercely into her ear.
"I know," she replied in a gasp. Priya turned away and led Andrew quickly by the hand. "I have an idea."
As she walked, Andrew's eyes fell to her tight, round ass. Her quick stride accentuated her hips and he felt his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. He followed her as she walked past the check in counters, to a small hallway around a corner. There were few people here. He looked at the ceiling, scanning for some clue as to where she was leading him. At the end of the hall, there was a sign indicating that restrooms were just ahead.
Priya looked both ways before pushing Andrew through a door clearly marked as a family restroom. He turned around to throw the deadbolt. Even as he turned back to look at his wife, her shoes were already off and she was hooking her thumbs through the waistband of her tights. She slipped the grey fabric over her hips to reveal a navy blue thong as Andrew unbuckled his belt. Priya dropped to her knees in front of him, ignoring the discomfort of the cold tile as she licked her lips in anticipation.
