Sometimes at night, as I lie in bed unable to sleep, I imagine what will happen when I see you again.
I'll be waiting at the airport, jumping up and down, eager to throw myself on you as you walk out of the security area. I'd like to tackle you and have at you right there on the floor, but I'll restrain myself, of course.
The drive to my house takes nearly an hour, and it'll be painful to be so near to you but unable to kiss you and touch you as I want to do. Maybe I'll find a way to arouse your "friend" and play with him as I drive home. Maybe I'll wear a short skirt with no panties and you can explore as I drive.
I forsee the need to find a secluded place to park on the way home - we just can't wait - the drive may double in time that night. I want to reacquaint myself with your friend. I'll lean over from my place in the driver's seat and kiss the tip of him, then run my tongue up and down the sides before taking him into my mouth, slowly working my way all the way down, brining him deep into my mouth, and then slowly I will release him again. You'll eventually bring your hand down, and together, my mouth and your hand will continue until you can't stand it anymore and I can swallow you as you explode.
I think we'll be able to make it home after that, but as soon as we're in the door, the passion will be unleashed. I want to kiss your lips and then feel your tongue greeting mine. I want to run my fingers over your muscles. You'll rest your hands on my ass as you kiss me and then help me out of my t-shirt and bra so that you can tease my nipples with your finger-tips and your tongue.