Delilah was filled with excitement. She knew John would be waiting for her already at the airport. She had wanted to get there before he landed, but she had been delayed at work. All day she had been daydreaming about John and what she could do to make his return tonight something special. She hated it when he went away on business. Three days seemed an eternity when he was gone.
As she pulled in front of the terminal, she saw him standing with his back to her and talking to a young man in jeans and a sweatshirt. He was quite a contrast to John. Even though John was in jeans and a sweater, he still looked professional. The young man was very handsome. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and he had jet-black hair that fell to his shoulders and a dark complexion. She would guess him to be of American Indian descent.
She honked, and John turned to greet her with a broad smile and a single white rose in his hand. He walked over to their white Durango, and pulling open the door, he handed her the flower.
“My Love, this beautiful rose pales before your beauty.” He said with a Shakespearian drama and placing his hand over his heart. Then he chuckled out loud and bent in on one knee to passionately kiss her hello. “My lord woman, I miss you so much when I am gone.”
“Ditto, my Love!” Delilah sexily smiled back at him.
“Hey Sweetie, do you think we could let that young man over there spend the night in our spare bedroom? He flew back from New York with me, and he is stuck here overnight before he can get a flight out to Arizona. He seems to be a little short on funds and was going to just spend the night here at the terminal. He’s a great kid. Wha‘dya think?”
“Sure, John. It’s OK with me. But he might not get much sleep with all the noise I plan for us to be making tonight.” Delilah grinned and winked at him.
“I’m sure he won’t mind. It’ll beat the dickens out of cold snack bar hamburger and a chair for a bed.” He retorted as he closed the car door and turned around. She heard John whistle and saw him motion for the young man to come to him.
As he approached John, the man looked through the windshield and gave Delilah a dazzling smile. His white teeth seemed to almost sparkle against the contrast of his dark skin and long black hair. Delilah’s grren eyes caught his ice blue ones, and she shivered. He was gorgeous. He was a couple of inches taller than John, placing him at about 6’3”, and his muscular torso tapered down to accentuate a small waist and long jean clad legs. His face was slender with high cheekbones, and with his features and coloring, he was what Delilah would call a classic Indian. Delilah giggled as she pictured him riding bareback, his long black hair flowing in the wind, a red bandana headband, and wearing moccasins and a buckskin loincloth with a bear claw on rawhide swinging from his neck.
She was brought back to reality when the doors open. John slid into the tan leather front seat and their guest followed his rather worn duffle bag into the backseat.
“Thanks for the invite m’am. My name’s Andy McCabe.” He said with a western drawl as he extended his hand over the seat to Delilah.
“Nice to meet you Andy. I’m Delilah” She replied. But the moment her hand met his, they both jumped as static electricity shot between their fingers.
“Wow, m’am. John here told me you were an excitin’ woman, but that’s pretty electrifying there.” Andy threw his head back and enjoyed a hearty laugh. John and Delilah looked at each other, and John gave the “who me?” look he always gave when Delilah was getting ready to scold him. Then they joined Andy in laughter.
“OK Andy, there is one rule you’re gonna have to follow if you are to spend the night with us.” Delilah instructed. “I am not m’am. My name is Delilah, and although I appreciate the respect, M’am was my mother.”
“Yes M’a….Delilah. Not a problem here.” Andy answered and snuggled into the plush leather of the seat.
The drive home was filled with chit chat, details about John’s trip, what had gone one at home while he was gone, just odds and ends. Meanwhile, Andy dozed in the back seat. Delilah would glance into the rear view mirror occasionally and admire his handsome facial features, the strong high cheekbones, slender noble nose, thick lashes all made Delilah a little lustful for this young man.
John noticed Delilah looking at Andy. He leaned over the console and placed his left arm behind her. His right hand traveled up her creamy thigh and under her skirt. He kissed her earlobe and stuck his tongue in her ear as his fingers snaked their way under the delicate lace of her panties.
“Pretty, isn’t he Baby? Mmmm, bet you’d like to ride that wild stallion, yeah?” John whispered into her ear as he dipped his fingertips into her moist slit.
“John! Behave yourself!” Delilah blushed at his words, but the warmth was more from the work his fingers were doing than his words. She pushed at his hand half-heartedly, pretending to push it away.
John’s finger slid down as Delilah parted her legs and eased his access to her wet hole “Ah, that’s my woman; wet and waiting for me as always. He pumped his finger into her a couple of times and then removed it. He brought it to his mouth and noisily sucked it clean. Delilah’s breath caught at the sight of him sucking her juices from his finger and she began to burn with desire.
