Damn. When you offered to pick me up from the airport, I was excited, not going to lie.
The two weeks without the sweetest of your kisses, without your hands on my waist and pressing me up against something had me longing. Luckily you tuned right in.
You must have been missing me, too. While I was away there was such a sadness in your tone, and it made my heart tender.
"I miss you," you'd say in between our joking or talking about how the trip was going, like the feeling surprised you.
"I miss you my love." It was only two weeks.
But I'm so glad you were there to coach me through. I wouldn't have been successful if I didn't know I could talk to you after a presentation, whether it went good or bad. Your smile when you picked up the video call and the chuckling laughter when I told you about someone I observed in the hotel bar, I even loved the moments when we would just sit in silence. I was either watching TV or eating carry out in my suite, and you were preparing a meal sometimes, sometimes just writing in bed.
You showed me you missed me. The day before I was to return you offered to pick me up.
I texted, "You awake?"
"I'm here baby," you didn't waste any time. Just the short ping made me feel so connected to you.
Ringing and then there you were; laying in your bed with one leg up, bright red and white striped boxer shorts. And the full bulge on display. Well, clearly visible to me , at least.
You know me so well. The longer I was gone the less you wore on camera. I could see a well of arousal in your eyes.
"I'm coming home tomorrow," saying what we both knew, not saying how badly I wanted you inside me that moment. My pussy tightened.
"What time is your flight again?" You asked with such impatience. You knew the answer and it was nothing for me to reassure you.
"Perfect, I'll be off work early."
I drifted into fantasy just looking at you. Strong shoulders, long thick legs, that I never could get enough of.
Then you moved to lay on your tummy.
'Yess, get comfortable,baby'. I only thought about the way your back curved into plump ass, the way the briefs curved around your booty, and framed the tops of your thighs; all day the next day, and up until boarding.
I fell asleep on the short flight recalling the last time you were on top, and your hips met mine.
The immediate relief feeling you enter was always unbelievable. You know you have a way with the stroke. I love to grab your ass while you're inside. You never seem too eager, but the rhythm is how I can tell what's on your mind.
I think I was moaning in my sleep. I don't care though.
And I'm so glad that I pack light and never bag check. It made deplaning go by faster. Besides, what all do I really need to travel just a few states anyway? Waiting to exit the plane I couldn't help but remember how you slipped a travel size vibrator into my bag, somehow without me noticing.
"I landed." I wonder if you were there already.
"Okay"
Back on solid ground, at last. I couldn't get to the exit fast enough. I only stopped to go to the restroom, and damn near ran over everyone in my way.
I the last stall I pulled out the small vibrator and it hummed to life silently. If you had a mind anything like mine, I wanted to be ready. I traced my lips with the bullet toy, imagining your lips there. In the end though I didn't give in, only edged, your arms awaited.
This airport is pretty small, only a few places where you could be.
I called when I realized I had to find you.
You answered the phone hurried, "Parking level D," sounding so impatient.
"I'm coming now, baby," I wanted to tell you how wet my inner lake was, the lips were rubbing together. God the rush I felt.
