I arrived early to greet her at the airport. She had a tendency of taking the red eye on her return trips. I had grown frustrated by the habit, but on this particular occasion found the hassle to be well worth it.
She came strolling into the baggage claim area just a couple of minutes after her plane had arrived and looked rather awake given the early hour. I watched for a few moments before she noticed me. I was pleased that she had dressed comfortably for the flight, a white tank-top and a somewhat long, but thin and flimsy green skirt. She saw me and greeted me with a smile, speeding up her walk to almost a jogging pace while clutching the strap of her purse, something I found to be undeniably adorable.
A couple of inches shorter than me, she had to adjust to the tips of her toes to kiss me. I asked how her flight was while we paused for a moment to hug, she told me just fine and that she needed to go to the rest room before claiming her bags. I loosened my embrace and allowed her to walk off as my eyes followed. She had only been gone for slightly more than a week, but I noticed that her skin was a deeper and seemingly more even shade of caramel than it had been when she had left to visit home.
She returned from the bathroom a moment or two later, and again stood up on her toes to give me yet another kiss.
"Mission accomplished.." she said.
"And what mission are you referring to? No, wait a second, maybe I don't want to know anything that personal about..." I began in a joking manner.
"Don't be silly," she interrupted. "you should know, you assigned it."
"Did I, when was this?" my confusion obvious.
She stood up on her toes again, this time instead of leaning in to kiss me with her soft lips, she whispered.."yes, remember, you told me you didn't want me to wear any underwear for the cab ride home? I just went into the bathroom and took them off."
Taken aback, I stammered.
We had been in a relationship for 7 or 8 months at this point and our passion for each was intense from the outset. She had little experience in relationships or otherwise, but for some reason we had just clicked from the moment we had met. I had known her to be a relatively shy and inexperienced girl, certainly breaking any stereotype I had ever heard (although I had always ascribed little value to them) about Filipina girls before. However, as our relationship progressed, she had become more and more adventurous. I suddenly recalled the telephone conversation we had shortly before she left home in which we talked about how we couldn't wait to get our hands on each other. I remembered the joke I had made.
"Why don't you just not wear any underwear, so we can go at it in the cab?"
I had thought the joke had fallen on deaf ears. I had expected a laugh, a giggle, anything. Instead there was an awkward hesitation on the other end of the phone..then a change of subject.
"So anyway, my flight leaves Thursday at 10:30pm California time."
I had questioned whether or not she had heard me, a bit embarrassed by my comment even given her shyness and our rather tame sex life thus far. I had no expectation that she would follow through. I was snapped back into the present as she laughed at my dumbfounded expression. She pulled me close for a second embrace, this time I was all too aware of the warmth of her breasts pressing into my chest.
My heart was pounding, I found myself quite aroused as I stated: "Well, that's a pleasant surprise." unsure of what else to say in the moment.
She laughed again, always finding my awkwardness to be cute. "Surprised? You gave me orders mister, and I'm a good girl, I always follow orders."
I backed away towards the carousel as her suitcase neared, and hoisted it off, hoping that my sort of half excitement was not too apparent to those around us. I grabbed her hand, and I we walked out towards the taxi stand.
The wait for a taxi at JFK was never long this early in the morning, and we were assigned one right away. The driver was roughly in his 40s, but appeared haggard. The stress of sitting behind a wheel all day and the frustration of traffic, seemed to have taken its toll on the poor fellow. I helped as he struggled with the bag. It seemed whenever she took a trip home, whether it be for a week or for a month, she'd always have to pack what seemed to me to be at least 10 pairs of shoes which always added considerable weight to her luggage.
By the time I slid into the back seat, the driver was already in the front. I saw him in the rearview mirror eyeing my girlfriend. It was apparent that he found her attractive, most did. I interrupted his glare by giving my address. It came out in an almost boastful manner. It was my very first Manhattan apartment and it was moments like this that I was completely satisfied with my decision to move out of campus housing and thus a shared room despite the higher financial burden.
The cab began to pull away and she looked up at me. I smiled and kissed her on the lips. What began as a sweet and soft kiss became more intimate, as she put her hand up to my cheek to ensure that I didn't pull away. She slowly slipped her tongue in and out of my mouth flicking the tip of mine gently and playfully. It didn't take long to recall how aroused I had been in the baggage claim area and I quickly went from half arousal to full arousal. It was almost painful as my member was standing at full attention pressing against my jeans.
She glanced down and seemingly took note. She illustrated her approval by continuing to kiss me, softly, sensually. The sky had lightened and sunlight was only moments away, it was almost clear as day in the car, and I could peer easily down her tank top as we kissed. She had great cleavage, her supple breasts jutted out from her body and pressed firmly against the fabric of the tank top. Though far from fully exposing her, her cleavage gave great insight into the size and shape of her breast, this was a characteristic of her that I had always found highly arousing, as anything even remotely low cut would often garner stares from other men.
I caressed her cheek, pushing her dark, shoulder length hair back behind her ear. My hand continued down the nape of her neck and I rubbed her shoulders gently. Her skin was soft and excited me further. I decided to test her, I slid the strap of her tank top down off her left shoulder. She did not seem to mind. Her breast was further exposed, and medium caramel brown gave way to a softer, creamier shade of brown in a line that was consistent with the bikini top she must have worn to tan while away.