It had been a long four months for both of them. Steve was finally on his way home from Afghanistan to enjoy a couple of weeks home before he had to go back, and Jamie couldn't wait to get her arms around him. She had it all planned out; she would meet him at the airport and take him out of town for a weekend he would not soon forget. She had been waiting for this day for some time, and it was only a couple of hours before his plane was to land; she needed to get ready.
Jamie walked up the stairs, into the bathroom and got the shower running. While she was waiting for the shower to warm up, she stared at herself in the mirror; should she put her hair up or down, she wasn't sure. She stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature, grabbed the shower gel and lathered up.
First, she washed her arms and then her legs, then on to her stomach and finally to her breasts. With the showerhead to her back, her hands slippery with soap, she fondled her breasts, probably a little longer than she had originally intended.
Jamie rubbed and caressed her soapy tits paying special attention to her nipples as they stood at attention; they were aroused, and so was she. As she turned around to rinse the soap from her breasts, the removable showerhead caught her eye.
She removed it from its resting place, and ran the warm water across her shoulders and chest, letting the warm streams of water stimulate her nipples once more. She put her head back, relaxing in the moment. Cupping her left tit in one hand, she slowly moved the showerhead to her mound, letting the pulsing of the water vibrate her clit; she began to fall into ecstasy. The power from the massaging pulses was making her very aroused, but it wasn't enough. She move her other hand down to her throbbing pussy and gently spread the lips so that the pulsing water would have direct access to her clit. She stood there in the shower...her head back...pulsing water bringing her closer to orgasm with each pulse. Jamie's whole body began to convulse as the pleasures given by the streams of water took control.
Jamie stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Pleasuring herself in the shower had taken longer than she wanted it to, but it was worth it; she needed it, she wanted it. She stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to do with her hair. She decided to dry it and figure it out after she picked what she was going to wear. Jamie walked into the closet and started sliding the clothes across the bar looking for something she liked. She settled on a skirt that fell just above her knee and a matching blouse; she was running late. Throwing the clothes aside, she headed back into the bathroom to finish her hair and makeup.
Now that she was made-up, all she had to do was get dressed. She pulled up the skirt and buttoned up the blouse, intentionally leaving out the bra and panties. It was February and cold, a coat would cover her nipples made hard by the weather. She hurried into the garage pausing only to grab her purse and cell phone on the way. Finally, she was in the truck and on the way to the airport.
Jamie was a bundle of nerves as she walked through the terminal. She wondered if every person that looked at her knew that she wasn't wearing panties. She kept her composure and kept walking until she found the gate; 17, she made it in time. She watched through the window with anticipation, allowing her breasts to slide close enough to the window to feel the cold glass gently brush her nipples making them hard. She was standing at the gate, waiting for her husband, Steve, to finish his long journey home to her. She had been dreaming of this day for the last four months, and it was finally here. Her mind began to wander to what the rest of the evening would have in store for them. Certainly some sex as well as some much needed rest for Steve. She thought of all of the things she wanted to do to him, with him. Her thoughts and the cold glass on her nipples made her pussy start to throb, longing for Steve's cock. Jamie was so lost in her dream, she barely noticed that her pussy was starting to drip; she didn't care, Steve would be here soon to take care of it for her. His plane pulled up to the jet way.
She stood in the aisle waiting for him for what seemed like forever. She saw him get around the corner, beyond the other passengers. Their eyes met. Steve began to move quickly down the jet way, forcing his way past the others as politely as he could. He ran the last ten feet of his long journey into the arms of his lover. He grabbed her, almost knocking her down, and held her so tight she thought she might suffocate. It didn't matter. She could die in that moment and everything would be all right; she was with him. The rest of the world didn't matter.
They stood embracing each other and kissing for what must have been five minutes. Jamie broke in first, "Come with me, I have a surprise for you." She grabbed Steve's hand and led him back up through the terminal. Just before they got to the end of the line of gates, Jamie made a hard left turn. Checking to see if anyone was watching, she pulled Steve into the family bathroom with her.
With the door closed and locked behind them, she spun around, threw her arms around his neck, and began to kiss him passionately. Steve let his hands fall from her waist to her ass. He grabbed hold and pulled her tight against him. He could feel her bare skin through the thin material of the skirt. At that moment, Jamie moved her hands down to Steve's waist and began to undo his pants. She pushed them to his ankles and fell to her knees. She gently took his throbbing cock all the way into her mouth, pausing when she reached the base. She slit his member back out of her mouth, and hopped up onto the sink. Smiling devilishly at Steve, she pulled up her skirt to reveal her neatly shaved and dripping wet pussy. He went to her, grabbing her thighs just above her knees, staring into her eyes. With her right hand, she expertly guided his swollen cock into her dripping pussy, sliding the head up and down to spread her lips. Her pussy was very wet allowing his shaft to fill her pussy with little resistance. As his cock slid in, filling her wanting pussy, they both let out a sigh as if they had been waiting their whole lives for this moment. Steve kept his cock buried deep in Jamie's cunt for a moment, relishing the feeling of her hot pussy as it gripped his shaft.
They looked into each other's eyes, they spoke without speaking; Jamie sent the message without a word, "Fuck me now! Right here! Right now! What are you waiting for!"
Steve got the message. He began to slide his cock in and out of Jamie's pussy, slowly at first, then faster, until he was slamming his cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. Through her heavy breathing, Steve made out the almost whispered words, "I'm going to cum."
He began to fuck her harder, faster, stopping only when he shot his hot cum deep into her. When Jamie felt Steve's cock pulse, releasing his juices into her hole, she grabbed his ass and pulled his cock as deep into her as it would go. She came in what felt like buckets. So much that she could feel her cum drip out of her pussy and onto the counter.
They held each other for a moment, savoring one another's touch. "Let's figure out how to get out of here." Jamie laughed a little as she made the statement sound more like a question.
"No problem," Steve told her, "we just put on our clothes and walk out. No one will care." They put their clothes on and, as smoothly as they could, walked out of the bathroom into the main terminal. As the door opened, Jamie's face turned bright red, as if she just knew that everyone in the airport was aware of what just happened.
They moved quickly through the crowds, as if they had a purpose, a mission; they did have a mission. Steve had been thinking ahead when he left Afghanistan. His plan was to carry only what he needed in his bug-out bag so that no matter where he was, there would be no waiting on luggage or it somehow getting lost on one of his many stops between his starting point and home. They moved through the terminal to the parking lot and jumped into the truck. It was February in Colorado, and cold. They held each other in the front seat, continuing their kiss from the bathroom. It had been a very long time since they had really kissed each other; they both missed it a great deal. They sat there for a good ten minutes, each exploring the mouth of the other as if their tongues had never been there before. The kisses started out awkward, but it didn't take long for the familiar movements to return.
