The Arrival

I see you standing alone. You haven’t noticed me yet. I enjoy that brief moment watching you. You’re wearing your denim jeans and a blue shirt, collar up. You stand so tall, so strong. You’re enough to make my knees weak on sight.

You turn. You see me. Your face lights up with a smile. I continue to walk towards you. Hoping to impress, I’m wearing my black knee length skirt, red collared blouse, and red underwear; I even managed to find a pair of lacy suspenders you like so much. My black heals are high, sexy.

As I get closer the anticipation begins to grow. My stomach filled with butterflies, my legs try to stay strong. All I can think of is having your hands on me. Having your lips kiss mine.

You begin to walk towards me. Your stride long and relaxed, unnerved. I do all I can not to jump into your arms.

As we stand face to face, your arms envelop me, your eyes soften, your lips part. You lean in close, pulling my hips to yours. Teasing me, you stay but a centimetre from my lips. I cannot hold back. My tongue reaches out, flicking over your lips. Your hold on me tightens as you push your lips to mine. Your tongue pushing into my mouth, your lips locked to mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues caressing, our lips not leaving their mark.

For a moment I forget where we are. Realising, I giggle. I step back holding your hands, looking you up and down. You look good enough to eat!

You pull me close again; this time as you kiss me deeply I feel movement in your pants. The thought of you hard makes me wet. I do all I can to keep my feet on the ground. I try to break free but you continue to kiss me, not letting go.

I remind you we are still in the airport. You laugh. You collect your bags and we head for the door. As we cross the road to the car park you grab my hand, pulling me close as you tell me how hard it is for you not to take me right there. The thought of it sends chills down my spine.

We reach the car. I open the boot. You place your luggage inside. Closing the boot, I begin to walk towards the door. You grab my hand, spin me round to you, and push me up against the car. As your tongue penetrates my mouth, your hand slides up the inside of my left thigh, tickling the flesh between my stocking and my g-string. I part my legs allowing your fingers to trace my slit. I know you can feel how wet I am through the satin.

My tongue begins to massage yours as my hands slide down your shoulders. Manoeuvring inside your arms they slide over your chest, over your stomach to your crotch. Feeling over your jeans, giving your cock a firm rub through the denim.

Your finger slips under my g-string, finding its way to my wetness, you slide straight in to my dripping pussy. You catch me by surprise, taking my breath away; I momentarily forget what I’m doing.

As you continue to finger-fuck my hole, I begin to unzip your jeans, my right hand sliding in and grabbing your cock, as my left pulls away your shorts. My fingers sliding up and down your shaft as my thumb rolls over the head.

Realising there is nobody else around I giggle. My tongue leaves your mouth, sliding down your neck. Pushing you back, I drop to my knees, my hands pulling down your pants, my eyes locked on your beautiful hard dick. My tongue reaches out for your cock, grazing it. I position my mouth over the tip; lick my lips to get them moist before sliding them over your cock. My tongue flat as it slides over your flesh, allowing your dick deep into my mouth.

You moan as your cock reaches my limit. My tongue writhes over your shaft, covering your flesh with my saliva. Focused on your cock, my lips begin to slide up and down as my tongue flicks over the tip, teasing it. Building up a rhythm, my lips sliding up and down, saliva dripping from my mouth as my tongue works you hard.

Releasing your cock from my mouth, I trace my tongue down your shaft to your balls. I begin to kiss softy at your flesh. My tongue starts to lick, covering your balls in my saliva. I gently take one into my mouth, holding it lightly, releasing it, and then doing the same to the other. My hand grabs your cock and starts to pump it, using my saliva as lubricant. While my mouth takes both your balls, holding them, my tongue caressing softly. Letting them fall from my mouth I continue to slide my hand up and down. I look up at you, my eyes meeting yours as my tongue begins to replace my hand on your dick.

I continue to watch you as my tongue attacks your cock. Seeing your enjoyment I let my gaze fall to your flesh, as my lips slide over your shaft. My tongue and lips move together taking in as much of you as possible. You begin to move your hips to my mouth, thrusting forward lightly as I slide down your shaft. Feeling you at bursting point I begin to lock onto your dick, my mouth creating suction noises as it moves up and down. My saliva dribbling down as I suckle at your cock, making you moan.

You begin to fuck my mouth, your hips bucking to my tongue, your breath faster. I feel your body start to shake as you begin to push forward. A gush of hot cum rushes into my mouth, my tongue lapping it up, my lips still locked to your cock. I gently lick over your cock, my lips sucking as I move up your shaft.

After I finish cleaning you up, I stand up, letting you re-adjust your shorts and jeans. I kiss your cheek, smiling, as I open the door and get in the car.

As I’m starting the engine, you walk around to your side and get in, a satisfied look covering your face. Before driving out of the car park I reach behind the seat and grab a bag filled with grapes, handing them to you. You laugh, opening the bag. You grab a grape and push it into my mouth.

The entire drive home you feed me grapes as you tell me of your adventures. At every traffic light you lean over and grab me, kissing me passionately, driving me insane…