This story is based on chats between me and my friend K.
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I arrived at the airport a little early so instead of circling the concourse waiting for the flight to arrive I parked the car and walked to baggage claim. I was filled with nervous excitement; the day was finally here. I was finally going to meet K in person for the first time. We had been chatting for some time so I felt like I already knew her even though we lived on opposite sides of the globe and had never met in the flesh. More than distance separated us; K was a young ripe eighteen years old and I was a mature fit man in my forties. My oldest child was older than K.
I found the baggage carousel with her flight number hanging above on the digital sign and took a chair nearby so I could sit and wait. My heart quickened several minutes later as the carousel started moving and bags began descending down the chute. About a minute later my phone buzzed with a message from K saying that the plane had landed and she was waiting to disembark. Even though I knew it would be several minutes before she made her way to baggage claim I immediately stood and began surveying the crowds of people swarming from the terminals in search of their checked luggage.
A few minutes later my heart surged as I saw her; she easily stood out in any crowd. Tall and slim with light hair past her shoulders that framed the classical features of her face perfectly, she made the imperfections of everyone else around her standout more. I approached her as she searched the signs above for her flight number; she saw me and her mouth broke out in a big happy grin. "Andrew!" she cried happily as she skipped toward me. A young tall lanky man trailed behind her hesitantly as we embraced and I got my first look at her boyfriend P.
I kissed K on the mouth and she stiffened a bit when my tongue darted into her mouth for a quick second but quickly relaxed. I wondered briefly if anyone in the crowd of people surging around us wondered what a middle aged black man was doing thrusting his tongue into the mouth of an eighteen year old pale skinned Caucasian woman. When we broke our kiss I could see in her face that she was slightly embarrassed to be so intimate in front of so many people but they were all so consumed with gathering their luggage and getting out of the airport as quickly as possible that none of them were paying attention to us.
"It's nice to finally meet you, K," I said with my arms still around her.
"Yes...yes," she said in her wonderful accented English. She turned her head towards the young man behind her. "This is my P." Releasing K I reached out and greeted P with a firm handshake. He looked a little uneasy but excited at the same time. I understood; it must be strange for him to be greeted by a man who he knew was going to be spending their entire holiday making love to his beautiful girlfriend. P greeted me back and I credit him for being so understanding of K's needs and my desire for her.
I took K's carryon for her and led her by the hand over to the carousel for their flight leaving P to follow. My dark hand contrasted nicely with her pale one and I noticed K staring at them. K had never been with a black man before and I could sense her growing excitement. "Did you have a nice flight?" I asked.
"Yes. But flight was long and now I'm tired," K answered. She and P had the vacant stare weary travelers often share. The trip from Ukraine to the west coast of the US is a long one. I promised them they could rest soon as their hotel was nearby.
K was wearing denim overall shorts which really showed off her long slim legs and drew the attention of several men. I had K sit in the front passenger seat of my car and P sat in the back. As we drove I put my hand on the inside of K's thigh. She looked over at me and smiled her beautiful smile so I rubbed it back and forth lightly at the same time creeping up her thigh. Eventually I was rubbing over her shorts and my hand met her crotch. She leaned back into the seat, closed her eyes, and sighed. "Oh Andrew! I'm already so excited meet you. My heaven so ready for you," she groaned quietly.
Her "heaven" was what she called the ultimate pleasure center at the apex of her slim pale thighs that my hand was cupping. The name was very infectious and I thought of it as nothing else other than her heaven in my mind. I imagined it was the perfect name for her vagina and I was extremely eager to enter the gates of K's heaven and experience the rapture within.
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw P's eyes riveted to my dark hand on her white flesh and the way his girlfriend squirmed under my touch. K had said she thought P really liked her making love with other men and that certainly seemed to be true. He was rubbing the small bulge in his jeans while he watched me caress her. He wasn't too overt about it and tried to make appear that he was disinterested in what was going on in the front seat but he was definitely excited.
We arrived at the hotel all too soon for me and I reluctantly removed my hand from K's crotch eliciting a disappointed moan from her. "We're here," I announced and she opened her eyes to look around. The valet helped get their bags out of the car after I handed him the keys. After checking in we quickly went up to the room.
The room was nothing special, just the standard room with two queen sized beds, but it didn't need to be. I had only booked it in case something went wrong at this first meeting. If we didn't click in person, if K and P weren't who and what they claimed to be, I would leave them at the hotel and return home. But I had gotten to know K over the last few months and I knew that wouldn't be necessary. In the morning, they'd both be coming home with me.
