An excited atmosphere filled the arrival lounge as so many of the passengers who had recently arrived via plane less then thirty minutes before finally appeared.
As he glanced upon each he noticed how rejuvenated and tanned so many looked, as if they never wished to return from their vacations. As each of the passengers passed laden with luggage walked past him he wondered if her short vacation had been as wonderfully relaxing as she had hoped. He knew her trip would have been long, so he had booked into the only hotel at the airport which was the Hilton, he knew perhaps by instinct that she would adore the chance of relaxing and unwinding without having to travel for hours by train towards home.
As the endless stream of passengers continued within moments his eyes had found her, he slowly moved towards the front of the waiting crowd and gestured so she might notice him. A smile came across her lips as she moved towards him, and as they approached one another they greeted each other with a long cuddle. With her luggage in his hands they walked away from the arrivals area, and he enquired into how her trip had been, her smiled and was about to reply but only seductively winked which only added to the mystery.
Within minutes they were walking along the corridor towards the hotel room, and she a little taken back and yet so truly pleased with the thought of relaxing after her long flight, she naturally realised that if it was anyone else she would have been in completely surprise, but knew that her caring cuckold would have been thinking of this since the moment she had left.
Once in the privacy of the room, she caressed his head and softly kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear how she had missed him, how even under the hot Spanish sun, and the sexy Spanish moon something in her life, something she needed was missing when he wasn't there to take care of her in his loving attentive way as her cuckold.
He looked into her eyes and she smiled once more, bringing him close to her breast, the scent of passion delight and sex still lingered upon her clothes. As the moments passed she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and together with his help he soon was naked before her. She stepped back and smiled whispering that he was exactly the way she remembered him. She had seen so much of her lovers' bodies over the last week, and seeing her cuckold nude before her allowed her to compare and add a little something extra to the memory of her holiday.
Slowly she sat and gestured him closer and proceeded to unbutton her blouse whilst reaching toward him to draw his head softly towards her breast. The gentle feeling of his softly shaved cheeks tasting and soon the sensation of licking her skin brought back fond memories of the many times he had been with her. As he licked a mixture of tastes greeted his tongue, the hot taste of her sweat mixed with the foreign yet natural taste of sperm that centred on the tips of her nipples.
As he tasted and recognised the sensation, he felt so pleased and content knowing her vacation must have been truly wonderful, although he had never expected or dreamed that she might of enjoyed a final intense passionate fuck maybe hours before her flight home.
As he continued he softly licked every inch of her breasts which were now fully exposed from her blouse, his tongue softly reaching towards her arms which held him close to her. Her hands stroked his hair as she encouraged his lips to continue delicately tasting her body which he had so missed, licking the sweat of sexual fever which she had so enjoyed releasing only hours before.
As his tongue danced across her skin his balls soon found their way into her hand and softly rested in her palm, she always felt such a warm feeling of content as she gently grasped them, massing and rolling them in her hands, as if it were a loving way of showing how she cared for him. Often she might tease him, dancing and guiding them between her fingers in time with his tongue that danced against her skin.
Whilst those balls gently danced in her palm, she could feeling their every response, their shape and smallness in comparison to her many of her lovers, and how they tighten to her touch whilst softly released. As she touched him in that close sensual way, they cuddled, enjoying the moment, and loving the affection which was given so meaningfully and naturally without a hint of it being tainted by sexual desire.
She found true comfort in knowing him truly so well, the bond they shared which allowed him to become her cuckold let her to truly know him in ways she found she couldn't always connect with other men. As with each time they were together she softly took his hand in hers and placed it at this point upon his cock, keeping him close his soft skin against hers….encouraging him to softly stroke himself, in time with her hand. She wanted it to last, to make it so meaningful to make up for all the time she was away, and yet equally she knew she needed to help him release everydrop from the balls she caressed, knowing only once totally empty would he be ready to truly bond with her as her cuckold in such a deep way by taking him the juice of her sex, and making them part of him.
Within minutes the speed of her hand increased as the pressure of her hand on her balls, from a soft stroke to an intense passionate tug. Her palm wet and lubricated with moisture from her mouth softly yet intensely began to squeeze on his sac, adding weight with her hand to intensify the feeling and stimulation.
Moments later the hand on his cock began to move with feverish speed….the other hand now releasing his balls reached towards a nearby tissue, lovingly wrapping it around his cock whilst the other furiously wanked him towards complety release.
As the moment arrived she cuddled him close and looked lovingly into his eyes and whispered "yes my sweet, that is it, you can do it…you can get every bit of it out for me, do it for me…."
The encouragement only added to her loving cuckolds excitement the first of his sperm shooting innocently into the tissue with the majority dribbling out watery. This, she knew, was to be expected and was something she enjoyed, she passionately loved the way her lovers could release and shoot such think creamy spunk, yet experiencing the opposite from her loving cuckold was a enriching and rewarding experience as his five inches released everything he had.
For most men she knew well that they would be quickly spent after release, and her gentle cuckold was no different, but her hand did not stop its constant stroke against him. That was why she so loved the affection they shared , since at this moment when her cuckolds instinct was to truly only to stop and rest to recover, she knew they could lovingly continue to empty every drop from him, and for both of them to know it was truly an act of meaningful affection.
Once content that he was truly spent and empty, her hand reached towards his cheek to caress him gently whilst her other hand deposited the moist tissue with his spent seed which had been held against his cock directly into the nearby wastepaper bin. She held him to her, knowing how out of breath and vulnerable he was at that moment, and how she now could return his strength and make him complete by sharing with him the beauty of her sex.
As the afternoon quickly turned to evening she laid nude across on the bed, feeling the warm summers breeze gently blow across her skin whilst staring at the evening sky, twilight drew ever closer, the stars softly glowed in the summers sky, and she loved the moon on a cloudless night.
