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I had waited for this trip, this excuse to take a trip, for months. I hadn't seen my baby in ages. As I flew into Newark, New Jersey for the first time I eagerly collected my travel bag to meet with my girl. She was driving down from the City and picking me up on our way to Atlantic City. Damn, I was anxious to see her. The incredible brown eyes with the look of satin to their depths, the double set of eyelashes that fringed those fantastic eyes, the enormous smile with her perfect teeth that always greeted me. And, I will admit to being a little horny thinking about her for so long and not being able to do anything about it.
Packed in my bag were the toys we had shopped so enthusiastically together for over the internet. I don't know why it is but looking at those sites with my girl on the phone got to me. It excited me to share ourselves like that and the anticipation of using the toys we bought together. This time I had a new double headed dildo I wanted to try. I had of course tried half of it out on myself to see if it would 'fit' which it did do so admirably. My girl was bringing the new strap on rabbit that we had searched for so diligently and giggled when she ordered. Man, I had to stop thinking about that, I was going to end up with wet slacks as I strolled down the concourse weaving in and out of slower walking people in my hurry to get to my girl.
I stopped in the bathroom to 'freshen' myself. To make sure to change my pantyliner which was becoming a little soused in anticipation of seeing my girl. The phone rang as I was freshening up my makeup, brushing my hair, and popping in a mint.
"Hello?" I answered smiling as I recognized my girls number from the caller I.D.
"Where are you?" she asked exasperated as she paused to say "your plane landed 20 minutes ago."
I laughed silently at her exactness, never doubting that she had called the airlines to see when we had landed. "I went to the bathroom" I answered dryly.
"Well hurry up, I've circled so many times they are going to get suspicious" she smiled into the phone, I could tell by her tone and I imagined that beautiful smile, those perfect teeth, those laughing eyes that melted my heart each time I thought of her or saw her.
"Be there shortly" I said as I finished spritzing some perfume on my hair. I never spritzed on my neck since I had heard some wild story once about someone accidentally poisoning someone else by putting it there. When they had kissed and tongued it, they had a reaction. On my hair and wrists were enough, my girl wasn't going to tongue those two spots, well...maybe the wrists. At the thought my gut gave a little lurch.
I gathered my kit and repacked it into my suitcase and rolled it and myself out of the bathroom and down the rest of the concourse and out into the sunshine. I whipped out a pair of sunglasses and perched them on my nose.
I stood patiently at the curb watching the taxi's, buses, and cars, trucks, and vans whiz by. I watched disinterested as people got in and out and rushed to and from the terminal. I glanced to my left watching out of the corner of my eye for her SUV, anticipating it, my stomach in knots after all our time apart.
We somehow managed to get together once every six weeks apart. A long distance love affair was difficult but she was so worth it, so worth the wait, the anticipation, and the passion! Knowing she felt the same way about me made me feel special and incredibly loved.
I spotted the large SUV bearing down on me and didn't change expression as I raised an eyebrow above my sunglasses, the only sign of recognition in my face. She stopped it effortlessly directly in front of me. I heard the electric locks unlocking the doors and opened the back one to swing my case inside before shutting it and grabbing the handle on the front door. I had to use the running board to climb up.
"Damn this is high" I complained good naturedly as I smiled at her in welcome. "Hi there" I said with a completely different tone that contained the warmth of feeling that was coursing through my veins at seeing her. I buckled in without looking at what I was doing as I was watching her watch me with an expression that said so much that words could not.
"How was your flight?" she asked her eyes shining, letting me know how much she had missed me in our time apart.
"Not bad" I answered as I grinned. I wanted desperately to lean over and kiss her but we were in a public place, I knew how she felt about those things. Being lovers was one thing, being in love another, being in peoples face with two women kissing an entirely different level she wasn't willing to embrace. It was no one's business what we did and where but at the same time, what we had was special, she didn't want to flaunt or share it with the world.
"God I'm glad to see you" she breathed with her smile, I was right, it melted me each time I saw it, captivating me.
I smiled in return.
"Let's get out of this mess" she turned her attention to the traffic. As she drove effortlessly along and dealt with the insanity that only New York and New Jersey traffic could cause, I gently clasped her 'spare' hand that was on the steering wheel. She drove one handed as she turned her hand over to return the squeeze I gave it and didn't let go.
We talked about inconsequential things as we got into the endless gridlock that was special to this section of New Jersey on our way south. We drove under the sign made famous from the show 'The Soprano's.' I recognized the skyline from one of our favorite shows that we watched 'together' from so many miles apart as we spoke on the phone and watched the tv. Many people would not find Newark and it's skyline attractive, it was too industrial, too dirty, but I was with the love of my life and I found it beautiful. We were going away for the weekend and I couldn't wait to be alone with her.
"Are you hungry?" she asked before thinking about how many meanings that simple question could have. Yes, I was hungry, for more than this occasional weekend, for her body, for more than food could ever possibly satisfy.
