I took the train to meet her at the airport. We hadn't seen one another all summer and were both looking forward to 'reconnecting'. The bulge in my shorts became more apparent and significantly harder to hide the closer I got to the airport stop. There was no hiding that I had complied with her request to not wear any underwear. :-)
I got to the baggage area in time to see her come down the ramp. She was wearing one of my favorite skirts: short enough to be naughty and alluring but not short enough to be lewd. With that skirt, I could only imagine what trouble she might have gotten into on the plane.
We met with a strong embrace, our lips meeting for the first time in months. As we kissed, she ground herself against the bulge in my shorts and my hands slid down her back following the seamless flow of her back into the top of that wonderful ass. Good, she had complied with my request as well.
We decided to take a cab back to my apartment in the hopes that it would be faster than the train. Grabbing her bags, we headed for the curb. She hopped into the cab first and hugged me again as I sat down and closed the door. My free hand landed on her hip as we hugged and slowly snuck under her skirt as the cab pulled away. Flesh met flesh as my fingers quickly found her naked labia. She was exquisitely wet, perhaps too wet?
"How was he?" I whispered in her ear as I realized that my fingers MUST be playing not only in her wetness but also the cum of some lucky fellow traveler.
She smiled as she whispered her response, "Not bad as an appetizer. Now I'm ready for the main course."
"You'll have to tell me all about it later," I replied as a I brought my wet finger to both of our mouths.