The Carpark

You picked me up at the airport - I was wearing shorts; it was hot and humid when I left to come home to freeze my tits and ass off Melbourne, but you'd brought me a warm coat and my body was already hot with anticipation.

Wrapping me up in a bear hug, I melted into you and the tears poured out; a torrent of emotions and things held onto.

We walked to the car, taking our time, getting to know each other a bit after the two weeks we'd been apart.

We'd been anticipating this for days, the return home, the need both of us had for each other...

Suddenly we were at the car and you pounced, sliding an eager hand down the front of my shorts to feel your way down to the heat of my desires...the wetness of your kitten who'd returned so healed and reconnected with her sexuality and wantoness...your hand slid deeper, probing, as you found yourself immersed in an experience you'd been fantasising about for so many days as we wrote back and forth, titillating and teasing each other.

Your kitten was hot and wanting, and those simple strokes kept her fuelled for the long drive home, as she removed her shorts and panties, covered herself with the blanket you'd been told to bring, and began the long drive home...you remember that day as if it was yesterday...

...and this kitten has so much more to offer...and has a deep need to be scratched and stroked...