"Buenos dias, Hermosa" She whispered to me over the phone.
I grin without trying and ask her when her flight leaves. She replies in a few hours. I reply,
"Hurry..."
Our call ends.
Los Angeles will be clocking 90 degrees today, so my phone tells me. From my bed, the morning sun pours in and the sky is crystal clear. The makings of a perfect day. It will be perfect.
I get up and start making sure my apartment is the pillar of additional perfection. She deserves nothing less.
I finish picking up some groceries from Whole Foods, and check the time. I smile. It's time to get bae...
I stand in the crowded LAX terminal with a bouquet of every purple flower known to man. Had prepared everything weeks in advance to make sure all things were flawless. I'd dressed down, but stylish in black pants- crisp fitted button down, opened at the top, hair back, yet out, curls bouncing.
My nerves jump every time a flood of people rush by. I look on eagerly. There's a soft poke in my side, which makes me hunch; both startled and tickled. I turn to a smiling beauty. Brown eyes accentuated with a bronze make-up, adding to their brightness. Her soft lips painted with a similar shimmer, and displaying a wide, inviting smile.
Her hair, flowing ever so graciously down her back. A form-fitting green-bronzy dress covering her magnificent curves. I took this in, in a matter of seconds before sweeping her 5'2 frame in and wrapping her with an embrace. I lift her as I hold her against me, noticing that this dress has the back exposed.
Mmmm, she feels so good and smells amazing. My senses tingled. My pussy followed suit. I gave her the flowers and admired her absolute love for them. As if we were the only two in this hugely public airport, I put her down, looked at her with a smile I couldn't hide and kissed her deeply. She matched my intensity. Two people that missed each other and gave no fucks about expressing it.
"Ready?" I mentioned once our lips parted.
"Yes, baby..." the tone in her voice spoke... I needed to get her home. We had a lot of lost time to make up for. But patience was key. Her first trip to LA, I had to at least show her some of this majestic city first.
We hopped in my ride and headed up the coast. We held hands and gazed at one another as I rounded mountains and terrain. She stared out. The Pacific ocean on one side. Hilly rocks and boulders on the other. Clear sky and beaming sun- She smiled. I did too. She broke into, 'This-my-shit mode' every time a song she loved came on. I lowered the top down on the car and she threw her head back; her hair blowing in the wind.
We stopped and got out to admire the water. I leaned against my ride - admiring her. Watching her kick off her sandals and bury her toes in the sand. She pulled me by my hand to join her. We walked out towards the waters edge. I held her and she hugged me. I looked down at her perfect expression. A satisfied grin. One of those moments in time, where everything is perfect. We kissed. Kissed deep. Then deeper. I reached down and grabbed as much of her round, soft, cheeks as I could in each hand.
"You got on a thong..." I say softly against her ear.
"Would've been less, if I wasn't traveling." She replied.
I was so fucking turned on. Had been since that morning phone call and all throughout. We need not say more. On the way to my place, I pointed out some of LA's main attractions. From the freeway, I pointed to the Hollywood sign.
She glanced over at me- touched my cheek. I let my hand rest on her thigh. Rubbed it gently. Glanced over out of the corner of my eye, and slowly moved my hand up. She was playing in my hair; acknowledged my action with a slight curl of her lips. My fingers continued to creep as I drove. One hand moving in curiosity, one hand on the wheel. She slightly parted her legs. I noticed her bite the side of her lip. I found an access point.
Moist... no. Wet as shit. She lets me rub it a little- she moves from side to side against my fingers...