My flight arrived a bit later than scheduled, which was no true surprise. I went down to the baggage claim and there you were. You had your back to me, but I would never mistake you for someone else. I opened my mouth to call your name but a wicked thought crossed my mind. I walked over to stand behind you. I wrapped my arms around you and whispered into your ear.
It didn't matter what I whispered. Somehow you knew it was me from the moment my hands touched you. You melted into me, feeling the heat from my body and the hardness pressed against you. You moaned silently, or as silently as possible given both of our states of growing arousal.
I smiled as I turned you into me for a kiss. Our first kiss. Our lips met and parted, our tongues darted in, tentatively at first but then with growing confidence. I tried to convey to you, in that one, simple, kiss, exactly how I felt seeing you for the first time in years. How much I wanted you.
We finally broke our embrace to catch our breath. You turned when the conveyor belt started, signaling the arrival of the luggage but I laughed. I had traveled only with carry-on bags, hating the interminable wait that always greeted me when I traveled with checked luggage. You grinned at my foresight and we left the terminal, hand in hand.
It was not a short walk to your car. It never was. Airports across the world had somehow managed to master the trick of endless parking lots, regardless of how large or small the airport itself truly was. You had parked in the garage, in the back. We finally reached your car and I was pleased to see that there was no one around. It was just us.
We placed my bags in the trunk and you opened the driver's door to climb in. For a moment you had your back turned and it was all I could take. I wrapped my arms around you again, kissing your neck from just below your ear to where it met your shoulders. Once I arrived at that smooth, soft expanse, I softly bit down. I chose not to leave a mark to your later relief.
You groaned as you felt my teeth. Then I pushed you down until you were leaning across the front seat. You tried to protest, we would be seen. I pretended not to hear. As it was, your protests were half-hearted.
I slowly slid your dress up above your waist, exposing your beautiful, barely covered ass and mound to me. I slid your panties to the side, sliding my finger into you, feeling you already soaking wet. Enjoying it. You moaned as my fingers massaged your skin. You parted your legs without conscious thought.