You pick me up in your gleaming, new, white Ford truck, trembling with anticipation, as you open the passenger door for me. Our passions having built over the month we were apart, the 1500 miles separating our bodies, now erased. I slide onto the smooth leather seat, chilled from the crisp Denver air. I open my legs slightly to tease you, your pleasure my only focus this morning. Immediately, you grin, noticing the rise of the tight black leather, sitting midway up my thighs. Getting in on the driver's side, you insert the keys into the ignition, start the engine, but pause to run your fingers along the hem of my skirt...gingerly awakening me with your light touch.
My sweet mucous begins to seep into the cotton lining of the black panties, that you picked out online, ordered, and had shipped to me to wear for my flight. My flow surging now, I feel my warm fluid flood my swollen lips and escape onto my stockings. You ease the edge of the skirt further up my legs, exposing the lacey tops of my thigh highs and garters. I sit back, eyes closed, and moan softly, my ache for your touch leaving me wanting far too long. Weeks of self-pleasuring and mutual masturbation over the phone have done little to assuage our desires.
You kiss me, your soft, wet lips just grazing my own, at first. Our urgency overtakes us, as our tongues probe rapidly into each others mouths, our genital response pleading for us to connect. You remind me that our room awaits, sweetly pulling away, to drive, so we can soon make love.