The bustle of the airport barely reaches my fuzzy mind as I step off the plane. My tired eyes scan the area looking for the baggage pickup area. Off to the right I notice a man holding a sign with my name on it. I approach him curiously since no one was due to meet me here.
"Hello there. I am Christy," to me he looks as though he might be a limo driver in the get up he is wearing.
"Good evening, madam. I hope you had a good flight. Please follow me. I will see to your bags once you are comfortable." He motions for me to follow and my tired mind is too confused to do anything but obey.
The night air is still warm as we leave the terminal to approach the line of taxies, cars and, limos. The man is opening the back door of a long black limo.
My eyebrows shoot up and a million questions come to my lips and freeze there as I see you seated inside waiting for me. A confused smile brightens my face as I slide in next to you and the door closes behind me.
"What...."I begin only to have you place a finger over my lips.
"No questions, just sit back and enjoy." With that you place a fluted glass in my hand and pick up one for yourself.
"To the lovely weekend ahead of us," you clink your glass against mine and we both sip the cool drink. You put your glass down and reach for a long stemmed rose that lies on the seat between us.
You slide until our thighs are touching smiling at me sexily. I nervously drain the glass of its contents, immediately knowing that was a mistake since I hadn't eaten since that morning. The room drifts out of focus leaving everything soft looking. Smiling I reach to bring the blossom you to my nose and smell it, closing my eyes as the scent fills my nose. You slowly trail it over my lips to caress my face.
The satiny rose feels cool and welcome against my warm skin. Heat follows the path you take over my cheek and neck to brush at the cleavage of my shirt, softly caressing the tops of my breasts. My eyes flutter open when I feel cool air on the skin of my stomach. You have just unbuttoned the last button on my shirt exposing me to your gaze.
Your eyes smile deeply into mine when you unclasp my bra laying my upper body naked before you. Once again the soft petals of the rose run over me from my neck downwards between my breasts to my stomach before trailing over my nipples causing them to harden into tight peaks. A sigh escapes me when your mouth replaces the sweetness of the flower. The heat of your tongue elicits moans of pleasure. I thread my fingers in your hair holding you against me.
Your hot mouth suckling my nipples causes a warmth to pool deep inside me. My moans of pleasure escalate when you run your hands over my thighs and slip under my skirt cupping my already damp mound. I raise my hips as you strip my panties off of me. Your fingers are just beginning to lightly trace the damp folds of my desire when the door to the limo opens to allow a dark haired gentleman to slip in and take the seat opposite us.
I gasp in surprise and attempt to cover my self but you place your mouth back over mine in a deep passionate kiss, cupping my breast and lightly pinching the nipple drawing another moan from me. I momentarily forget our audience as I lose myself in the heat of your touch.