Co-Written by: LadyZen735 & Uhl B. Wett
A puff of white smoke, the bark of 10-foot-tall Goodyear tires against the dry concrete, and that familiar rumble beneath my seat woke me from a hazy, dream filled slumber. Finally, back home after a week-long business trip to the west coast, it is good to be home. As the red eye taxied to the terminal gate, I struggled to collect my thoughts. Trying awkwardly to hide the uncomfortable bulge in pants as a pretty, young, Asian flight attendant approached and asked if I enjoyed my flight, she then told me we will be at the gate in two or three minutes.
I thanked the lovely girl with a smile, and she smiled back, glancing quickly, but noticeably at my bulging crotch. I closed the laptop on the seat shelf before me and gazed out the window of the big white bird as it slowly rolled to a stop. There was still a couple of hours before sunrise, I was hungry and tired, I had not seen my baby girl in more than a week, and I still had almost a three-hour drive ahead of me. What I needed most right then was a fresh cup of coffee and a warm shower, before I slip balls deep into my girl for the first time in more than a week.
After collecting my luggage, I grabbed a hot cup of caffeinated black at the airport coffee shop, then took the long walk to the parking garage. I hopped in my truck. It was a Friday morning in Mid-October and Indian Summer gripped New England. I rolled down my windows as I left the airport parking garage, heading North out of Logan International on I-93, my next stop is home and the colonial style house that Zena and I share on the outskirts of a quaint and quiet little New Hampshire town, nestled squarely between the Northern Appalachian and White Mountain Ranges.
My truck knows the way home and that is a good thing, since I will be fighting sleep the entire way. Beside me on the passenger seat, is a gift for Zena. She likes it when I bring her little gifts. She says it makes her feel special. She is a beautiful woman with a horny sense of humor and an insatiable appetite for sex. My gift to her this trip is a pair of long dangly earrings made from seashells that I purchased from a beachside Silversmith and vendor in Malibu. For Zena, the happiness comes from knowing that I am forever thinking of her, and never lies in the value of the things I bring her.
I met Zena on the 4th of July, of all places around a fire pit at Walker's Cabin located in the rolling foothills, just below White Mountain. It was dusk when she walked into my world wearing only a vivid white string bikini and an infectious smile. She sat down beside me near the fire, to warm herself. I was drinking a cold beer, and I gave her a blanket, but she took so much more. On that quiet, starlit night, Zena stole my heart. We made love three times the weekend we met, once by that roaring fire, once on the cabin floor in front of the fireplace, and again the next morning in the rock-lined shower.
Zena is a beautiful olive-skinned vixen of Lebanese descent, 5'6" tall, with long dark hair, golden brown highlights, and big brown eyes. She has D-Cup breasts, with light brown nipples that grow darker as they harden, and a freshly waxed pussy the screams to be licked. She is smart, she is sexy, and she is humble. Zena owns a Spa / Salon here in town. She has all the talent and determination that she needs to go anywhere in the world and be a success. Instead, she chose to stay here with me in this small New England town. Every morning that she wakes up in my arms, ends another night spent in heaven.
Being with Zena has made me a bit of a climate expert. Loving her at times is truly like being in the eye of a storm. Every time we fuck, she is more focused on my pleasure than her own. Her pleasure filled moans are like the howling North Wind, and her voice as alluring as calm ocean waters. Her orgasms are always hurricane force, every one of them a Cat 5 storm making landfall at high tide, pushing her relentless storm surge onto unprotected shores. She also has a cold icy stare she gives me when she is hurt or pissed. Zena is a Weather System all her own; a high-pressure system quickly sweeping across the Plains.
Baby Girl has the prettiest pussy that I have ever seen, and the tightest tunnel I have ever stuck my cock in. She is so tight that every time we fuck; the experience is almost virginal. Her outer mound is smooth, soft, pink, and full. Her slit is always glistening and wet. Her hood is a vibrant pink, her inner lips are very petite and grow darker in color the further southward you look, blending seamlessly into the darkened triangle of shiny flesh that frames her tightly gathered ass pucker. Her white-hot clitoris is just larger than a tic-tac candy when relaxed but swells considerably when she is aroused. Simply put, she has a pussy that is hotter than Key West, and wetter than the Everglades.
The intoxicating scent and honey sweet taste of Baby's pussy is so addicting, that she could be arrested in seven states. The walls of her tender little fuck-hole are softer than velvet theater curtains. Her clit pulses like a lighthouse beacon, and her juices flow like a mountain stream. Her flesh tastes like heaven and her lips like cotton candy. She's a tender night beneath star filled skies and a full throttle back-alley fuck all rolled into one. My baby is a sip of sweet California wine on a summer evening, a tequila body shot on spring break, and a swig of Kentucky moonshine out behind the barn. She is the earth beneath feet and the heavens above me. She is my everything.
I called Zena on my way from the airport. She was already up and heading for the Salon. She asked me to stop by there as soon as I got into town, emphasizing that she misses me and needs to kiss my lips. I assured her that I would, as a smile broke upon my face. My cock began to harden just from the sound of her voice, and the hunger attached to her carefully chosen words. When I arrived at the Salon, the front door was locked, so I knocked. I could see Zena, through the glass, sitting at her desk catching up on receipts and payables. I watched closely as she walked smiling, hips swaying, over to the door, to let me in.
Zena, quickly pulled me inside, locked the door, and jumped into my arms wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, then kissing me deeply. I instinctively reached out and grabbed her naked ass cheeks beneath her short, pleated black skirt, lifting her higher, pulling her closer. I carried her swiftly across the Salon floor turning into her office. My right-hand was already cupping her tight, steamy cunt, as I sat her bare ass down on top of her desk. Her silky legs parted quickly when I kissed her softly on the lips.
My baby unbuttoned the front of her blouse and let it fall open, tugging up on the coral-colored tank top beneath it, setting her girls free. She only wears the tank the help hide the outline of her dark brown areoles and her constantly erect nipples, always visible through the thin white fabric of her blouse. As quickly as I sat her down, I lifted her back up off the desk and spun her around to face the wall. I put my left-hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down onto the desk until her soft round naked tits pressed firmly against it. I lifted her skirt up onto her back with my right-hand exposing her firm naked ass as she parted her feet.
Moaning playfully, she turned her head and looked back over her shoulder with a smile. We have played this game before, it's one of her favorites. I pressed the index and middle fingers on my right-hand together and placed them lightly against the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Her entire body shivered with anticipation as I softly began dragging my fingers upward along the inside of her thigh, and onto her smooth puffy mound, before pushing them slowly and gently, two knuckles deep into her wet glistening slit, wiggling them teasingly just inside her warm fleshy inner lips.
I pulled them out slowly and let them lightly graze the puckered pink ring of her ass, trailing her sweet wet juices across it as I pulled them softly upward between her ass cheeks. Her buttocks, jiggled slightly and settled as I lifted my fingers to my face and stuck out my tongue, inhaling deeply, savoring her alluring feminine scent as I dabbed the tips of my dripping fingers against my warm, wet tongue, like a nerdy account preparing to sort a stack of hundred-dollar bills. The taste of her hot tight pussy was priceless. She moaned softly, watching as I let my wet dripping fingers linger on my tongue.
"So how many times did this delicious pussy squirt while I was gone?" I asked her teasingly, gently caressing and kneading her soft creamy buttocks.
"None Sir!" she giggled, wiggling her ass beneath my touch.
I smiled softly and delivered a playfully open-handed slap to both her ass cheeks; "Whack! Whack!" forcing a yelp and a giggle from her lips as she lunged forward against the edge of the desk, in a failed attempt to escape the impact.
