It had been two weeks since I saw my girlfriend Jen.
She was in Austin, Texas on business and due to return today. In a couple of hours I was going to swing by the airport in Toronto to pick her up.
I was chilling with my best friend Mark, sitting out back by his pool drinking a beer and catching up. He too was waiting for his girlfriend Laura to drop by.
It was a beautiful summer day and Mark and I were relaxing in lawn chairs, drying off in the sun after a quick dip. Two weeks with no sex made my cock more sensitive than usual. A wet bathing suit clinging to my balls was enough to make me slightly aroused.
I did my best to hide my growing member from Mark. But thinking about my cock only made it swell faster. If he caught a glance, I'd never hear the end of it. The jokes alone would last the rest of my life.
Thankfully, before it got too big, I heard a voice coming from the patio door. I turned my head to see Laura walking out, her short blonde hair neatly tucked behind her ears. She was already in a baby blue bikini, her tits perky as ever.
"Hey guys," she said, as she gave Mark a hug.
She walked over to me with arms outstretched. Reluctantly, I stood up for an embrace. As we hugged, my hardening cock pressed into her upper thigh. Mark didn't notice. Laura smirked as she backed away. I quickly sat back down in my chair, praying she didn't feel anything.
"So you excited to see Jen?" she asked.
To which Mark interjected, "Excited? Colin hasn't had sex in two weeks. He's been talking about all the dirty things he wants to do to her when she arrives."
"Like what?" she replied.
I quickly changed the subject.
"Someone getting shy?" she said with a laugh.
Laura sat in the lounger directly across from me. Her legs were bent at the knees and slightly split apart, giving me a perfect view of the thong bathing suit stretched over her pussy. It was slightly off center. The edge of her lip and a few short blonde pubic hairs stuck out the side of the fabric.
I tried to focus on her soft blue eyes but couldn't help sneaking glances at her hot pussy. Catching a glimpse of her cunt sent blood rushing through my cock.
Before her thong moved any further, Laura went inside with Mark to make margaritas.
"We'll be back in five minutes," Mark said.
As soon as I saw the patio door slide shut and the pair escape up the stairs, I pulled my bathing suit away from my waist, springing my inflamed cock and gripped my shaft with my right hand, just beneath my mushroomed tip.
Touching my cock sent a tingling sensation down my leg. I pumped my fist with determination. Soon, a bead of pre-cum was glistening on my engulfed head.
I thought of all the nasty things I was going to do to Jen as I jacked off. I was about to cum when I heard a hand knock on the patio door. Startled, I looked over to see Laura standing at the glass door. Her nipples were erect and poking through her bikini top.
Embarrassed, I quickly pulled up my pants.
Laura opened the door and said: "Mark wants to know if you want one or two shots of tequila in your drink."
"One please," I said with a mortified expression, as she scampered away.
A minute later they returned with drinks. I noticed Laura had a smile on her face as she handed me my drink.
I finished the margarita, changed and left soon after to go pick up Jen.
Jen was wearing a skirt, knee-high boots and a tight white blouse hugging her C-cup breasts as I pulled up to the airport pickup area. Her dark brown curly hair dangled to her shoulders.
I was pretty riled up as she climbed into the car. The plan was to go back to Mark's house and have dinner and drinks.
The sight of Jennifer in a skirt had me excited.
I was so turned on that my cock began to twitch. The growing bulge in my pants forced me to squirm in the driver's seat as I tried to re-position myself more comfortably.
Sensing my anxiousness, Jen hiked her skirt around her thighs, exposing her bald pussy.
"I left my panties in the airplane's bathroom," she said.
I tried to keep focused on the road but the sight of her sent me over the edge. My cock grew down the leg of my shorts.
To my amazement, she wrapped her lips around her middle finger and pulled it out of her mouth. She then worked her finger down her body and slipped it deep inside her dripping pussy.
Even she was surprised by the dampness and let out a mild sigh. After a few strokes, just enough to lube her finger, she pulled her skirt back down over her legs.
My balls were ready to burst, even more after she took her drenched finger and ran it against my upper lip, leaving the delicious scent of her pussy behind. She had a playful look in her eyes as I tried to keep my composure. It was just her way of letting me know what I was missing and what was in store later.
When we arrived at Mark's house, I tried to remain calm as we ate dinner and shared several bottles of red wine. But all I could smell is Jen's secretions lingering on my lip.
Dinner was filled with great conversation, good food and lots of flirting. The wine had us all relaxed. Laura was now in tight shorts but still had her bikini top on. Too drunk to drive, Mark suggested we stay over. So we took him up on his offer.
Jen and I went to bed early. She said she was jet lagged. But really, we just wanted to fuck.
The realization that we were about to have sex for the first time in two weeks quickly sunk in as we retired to the guest room.