This story is part of the Jimmy and Arane stories, written by DiamondJim and me. You will find links to our other stories in my bio page and under "My Favorites." Please vote and we love receiving your feedback. We respond if at all possible.
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I unfolded myself out of my seat, stretching to get the blood circulating through my legs, my body humming with excitement. Out the plane's window I'd seen my first glimpse of the Washington Monument just as we were getting ready to land at National, and I was looking forward to my first tour of our nation's capital. More than that, though, I was excited about seeing Jimmy again, to having a few days alone with him, as opposed to the too-brief evenings and nights we'd been sharing in between his current flood of business trips. He'd spent the previous four days in DC and surprised me by taking a few days off afterwards. I'd gotten a bigger surprise when Marcia, my admin, had called me to let me know that she'd taken care of rearranging my clients' scheduled appointments for me. Jimmy had arranged that, too. Normally I'd have balked at his high-handedness, particularly when it came to my professional life, but I'd been missing him like crazy and saw it for the romantic gesture it was.
My black strappy heels clicked softly against the airplane aisle as I exited, my bum-hugging cropped pants flowing against my smooth, tanned calves and a snug, black, sleeveless top accentuated my perfect 38C bosom under my favorite denim jacket. A silver belt draped low over my hips, highlighting my curves. The soft material of my pants was cool and tantalizing against my bare bottom and mound, and only I knew the surprise that was waiting in my purse.
As I stepped off the skywalk into the terminal, I saw nothing and no one but Jimmy, his smile making both of his dimples pop out and his eyes on me and me alone. I raced towards him, my carry-on bag in tow. Reaching him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe to press my body as close to his as possible. Unbidden, tears pricked behind my eyelids as I felt his embrace once more and was again enveloped by that scent that is his and his alone.
After several minutes of holding each other, I leaned back slightly to look up at him, his dark, warm brown eyes melding with my own whiskey brown ones. His lips descended to capture mine, and though we'd shared hundreds -- thousands -- of kisses before, this one held all the power and magic of our first kiss. Surreptitiously, I slipped my hand into my purse, palming the silky damp thong I'd removed somewhere over Richmond, before stealthily placing it into his front pocket. He felt the pressure against his hip and broke the kiss long enough to inquire, "What's this?" before his hand took the same path mine had just recently taken, dipping down into his pocket before coming back up with what he'd termed my "date panties." When he felt the moist evidence of my desire for him lingering on the hot pink satin, he brought them up to his nose, inhaling deeply of my musk before returning them to his pocket.
Once more we melted together in a hot kiss, his tongue flicking out to meet mine and mate with it, twining it around his own. His hands slid down over my bottom, and he sighed into my mouth at feeling my curves without any tale-tell panty lines. My hands moved down and over his back, going still further down before coming to rest on his firm ass. I worked my hands under his butter yellow golf shirt, savoring the muscles rippling in his back underneath, before I slipped my hands down the back of his cotton twill pants to get closer to the skin beneath. My moan of appreciation escaped my lips as I discovered neither silk nor cotton creating a barrier between my questing hands and the flesh they were longing to touch.
As my hands kneaded and squeezed Jimmy's taut ass, he pressed more intimately against me, bringing his throbbing shaft into full contact with my swollen mons with only the thinnest layers of material separating us. I arched against his heat, aided by a bit of pressure from his own strong hands. I nipped at his lower lip, drawing it between my own, scraping it gently with my teeth as the tip of my tongue flicked over it.
After long moments of kissing and grinding against each other there in the airport, he rasped out, "C'mon. I've got a car waiting for us."
We retrieved my bags and walked out into the bright sunlight, which reflected off of what seemed to be hundreds of cars. Jimmy grabbed my bags and led me to the front of a line of waiting cars where a black stretch limo waited. The chauffeur placed my bags inside the trunk before opening the back door to let us in. The interior boasted a sumptuous dark red upholstery and carpeting, and there was a bottle of Chardonnay breathing in a holder offset to one side.
