Edited by Lady Rika
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He was five-and-a-half feet of solid gold Southern sin. Sure, that's not very tall, but for my little 5'3" self, he was just right. I knew that kissing him wouldn't strain my neck and that his cock would nestle perfectly against my mound.
I arrived at the airport ten minutes before his plane was scheduled to land. I was wearing my coral silk broomstick skirt with a white top and jacket, the outfit I'd told him to look for. Unbeknownst to him, though, I was commando under my clothes – no panties and no bra.
He'd commented several times that he loves to see the sway of a woman's breasts unbound by a bra, and I was determined to put aside my slightly puritanical leanings when it comes to undergarments and enjoy the freedom of going braless for him. The silk of my skirt against my bare ass felt incredibly erotic and wicked, made more so by the fact that no one else knew I was bare underneath.
The wait was interminable! Butterflies played ping-pong in my belly, my palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and my nipples were as hard as they could possibly be. Gavin and I had talked about meeting, and finally it was going to happen! We'd often wondered how we'd know each other. Sure, pictures are great, but digitally reproduced pics hardly do a person justice. We agreed that we'd know; our hearts would know when we were in the presence of our soul mate.
Finally the large silver plane parked at the gate. My knees were weak. I was dying to see him, to finally touch him, yet I was also worried that I wouldn't live up to his expectations. Passengers began to steam through the gate, and then, there he was. Our eyes found each other at the same time. I was prepared to walk casually over, real cool-like. I started walking; he started running.
Before I knew it, I was in his arms and he was swinging me around as he hugged me close. "Hello, Sara, my lass," he said in an arousing Scottish burr that testified to the non-Southern half of him. Tears of joy leaked out, because here, at last, was the man I loved.
I'd told him that, since the airport was in my hometown and a lot of people know I'm married, we'd play it cool and just hug like long separated friends. We couldn't do that, though. My head came off his shoulder long enough to look into his beautiful blue-gray eyes.
Everyone around us ceased to exist as we stared at each other and my lips found his. Oh god. It was sheer heaven. As our tongues met, fire raced through our bodies. I could feel my freshly shaven pussy – another preference of his – growing moist. At long last we broke off the kiss and walked arm-in-arm out to my car. Thankfully, no one I know saw us, and we were able to leave fairly anonymously.
I had a job interview lined up the next day; that was my excuse for getting away for the weekend. The interview was in a town two-and-a-half hours away, and I'd reserved a room at a bed and breakfast for that weekend. Gavin and I hit the highway. I wondered if he'd noticed my braless state, and the fact that he was staring at my chest, wearing his wicked little boy grin, and had an obvious erection assured me he had. He caught me looking and I laughed a little with delight and the power that I held over this magnificent man.
With that wicked little grin still in place, he placed his hand on my silk-covered leg, slowly working the skirt up as we sped down the interstate. Finally, I could feel his warm hand on my bare thigh, so close to my pussy. He let a finger slide up to my moist bare lips, and he wriggled it until it was pressed against my throbbing clit. As he discovered that I was totally bare under my skirt, he let out a moan.
My moan echoed his, and I bit my lip in an effort to ignore what he was doing to me so I could focus on the road. "Oh, come on, love. Stop it," I said huskily. He let out a diabolical little laugh as his finger slid lower, then back up my clit, spreading the moisture around. "Gavin, you're going to make me have an accident if you keep this up," I protested.
