My boyfriend and I live in different countries (he being in the UK and myself living in the States) leading very busy lives, we don’t get to see each other very often other than online, so it is hard to have a regular, non-a-sexual relationship. The frustration is like no other, but in the end, it all pays off. Oddly enough, whenever we plan to get together, something always comes up to ruin our chances of sexual and emotional healing. This time we were fortunate, and I got to see my lover.
It was an average day for July. It was so hot that one could cook an entire meal on the sidewalk. The sun was shining, and there was not a cloud in the sky. I had just finished a five- week summer course for school, and on my way to the airport to pick up my lover and confidant of two years. I’m almost petrified to see him again. Everything about this man makes me tingle and shiver in a good way: his features, the way he walks, his smooth, British accent, his actions… I’d probably fuck him if he were eating a bowl of cereal! The thought of him doing anything makes my clit swell like a balloon.
While driving down the toll way towards the city, I had the windows down, allowing the sticky Chicago breeze to wildly caresse my red locks. Little droplets of moisture form all over my body and they slowly drip down every inch. My nipples harden and I feel a slight tingle in between my legs.
My thoughts roam for a bit and I think about my boyfriend lapping up every single droplet of sweat off of my creamy, white skin. I let out a sigh, and then I realize that I am sopping wet from the anticipation. My pussy is drooling so badly that I think I've created a stain in my skirt!! I can smell my own scent, which intoxicates me and makes my nipples harder. I accelerate to meet the switch for the airport. I hit a bump on the ramp, and my 36D tits bounce lightly.
I’m not wearing a bra, so my nipples are easily seen through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I cannot find a place to park my car in the international terminal lot... Nothing is close enough! I try to settle down a bit, and I find a somewhat formidable space. I get out and lock the car. When I go to walk, I stumble a bit. I realize that I am so horny I cannot walk properly!!
Walking through the sliding doors into the somewhat empty terminal, I look to see if his flight is on time.... it is delayed by 15 minutes. Remembering how much of an annoyance and a struggle it is to go through customs, I walk to a seat in the waiting area. I sit down, open up a book, and cross my legs so that I'm a bit less noticeable. Half an hour later, I peek up to see if anyone is coming out of the doors...
They open, and among the masses I can see my Andrew looking for me above all the other heads. God, he looks even more amazing than the day I first met him. Andrew is tall, about 5’9’’ with a medium build and dirty blonde hair. His eyes are a piercing, ice blue, and they make me melt whenever I look into them. I shout his name and I race like a madwoman towards him. He looks confused for a moment, and in that instant I take Andy by surprise and I tackle him with full force. Bags go flying everywhere, and I kiss him deeply as I sit on top of him. I feel a hot wave of electricity go through me as I kiss him. My nipples harden again, and my little cunt is taken over by the desire for this man to fuck me like a mad beast.
I whisper, "Well hello lover" in his ear, and he replies with a hoarse but pleased "hello". I nibble his ear for a bit, licking at its contours, and then I lay another passionate kiss onto his lips. I get up, offering him my hand as I smile warmly, and he gratefully accepts. We move over to the waiting area, and I inquire him about the flight... how it was, did he sleep at all, etc. Once he sits down and drops his bags, I don’t give Andy a chance to relax.
I jump on top of him, kissing him passionately, making up for all the kisses that we have not had. I whisper that I've I tell him that my pussy has been aching for him for so long, that my body becomes rigid when I think of him exploding inside of me, and that I'm so horny I could just fuck right there in the terminal. In a silent moment frozen in time, I look at him, seeing how beautiful he is, and knowing that he has a plan. After a short pause, he looks at me with a fire in his eyes, and he nonchalantly replies,
"Well, love, why don't we?”
I can feel a devilish grin spreading across my face as I straddle him. My skirt rides up a bit higher to almost reveal my bare, trimmed, cunt, drooling in all its glory. My nipples ache as they press against his chest…I want him so badly. I purr as I bite his ear again, hearing him moan softly. I whisper in his ear, "Fuck I love you to pieces… fuck me baby.” I splay my legs even wider on the chairs on either side of us, and my pussy is now fully exposed and sitting right on top of his lap, making my mark with the scent of my hot juices.
