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about time for another one methinks
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about time for another one methinks I sit here, trying to read the novel I'd brought with me. I can't concentrate, the text nothing more than jumbled blurs on the page while thoughts of passionate moments ran through my mind. I long for him so desperately I can almost taste him. I think about what I'm going to do to him. Under these thoughts, I worry. Will he find me so attractive in person as he does in my pictures? Will he want me as much as I want him? Will I be able to satisfy his lust-filled desires? I realise I'm hungry; I was too nervous to eat last night and this morning. That's ok, I say to myself, my mouth will certainly be busy soon. I give up all pretense at reading, and pick at the lace hem of my black slipdress. I notice that the hip-high split is allowing the gentlemen sitting across from me a bit more than I'm willing to show. I cross and uncross my legs, then cross them again; nervous energy running through me. The sun is sweltering outside, but here in the airport lounge it's rather cold. I'd unrealisingly sat directly under an airconditioning vent. My nipples are erect and quite visible through the thin silky cups of my dress. I chose to go without a bra today. I'm determined to make sure he's overcome with desire as soon as he sets eyes on me. I nervously twirl my hair around my fingers, wishing I'd taken the time to pin it up before I left the house instead of leaving it wet to cascade over my shoulders. No matter now, no time. An announcement over the broadcasting system: hollow, surreal. Within moments, he'd be walking through the terminal gates into the waiting area. I stand up, too excited now to stay seated. I can feel my white silk thong getting damper. I shiver, and wonder if it's because of the icy air blowing over my body, making the bottom of my dress dance, or if it's pure anticipation of what was to come. Within seconds, I see him walking towards me, but he hasn't seen me yet. I call out to him and start walking quickly towards him. Finally, he realises it's me and his face lights up. I throw my arms around his shoulders enthusiastically. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips. We kiss, long, passionate, expressing our bodies needs without a single word. All doubt about my desirability disappeared instantly, as I could feel his cock, hard, brushing gently against my now completely soaked panties. I flex my hips subtly, ensuring he can feel my pussy grinding against him; hot, wet, daring him to enter me here. I moan quietly, trying to show a little restraint, and excuse myself to the bathroom where I remove my underwear. I take the opportunity to pull up my black fishnet stockings and adjust the suspenders. Thoughts of sensual teasing run through my mind. I stand here, fantasising about the bus trip back to my house, and find my hands wandering. I can feel my clitoris throbbing, aching. I insert two fingers into my dripping pussy, and gently work them in and out, rubbing my clit with the palm of my hand. I snap myself out of my masturbatory daydream, and prepared to go back to the lounge. I lick the juices from my hand, knowing the consequences, and went back to where he stood, looking sexier than I could ever have imagined. I kissed him again, ensuring he could taste me well. It was his turn to moan. He swore under his breath. "I need you inside me just as much as you need to be inside me" I murmur, my voice syrupy and slow with lust. ***** The plane trip from hell. I’ve been on this plane for damn near 18 hours. We had to switch planes in LA, all the while I’ve been trying to control my hormones. The only good thing is that its only halfway full. The stewardesses don’t care that you changed seats to have some room and privacy. I’ve been trying to sleep most of the way, changing my clothes about an hour ago. Every second I’ve been awake I’ve been thinking about her. Things I want to do to her, things I that I will be doing to her. I smirk to myself. I’ve got a little present in my suitcase in the plane’s belly. It’s sleek, red, and very skimpy. I bought two incase I tare the first when I see her in it. The pilot announces we’re landing and I sit up straighter, buckling myself in. As we land, I see the beautiful sea, the Great Barrier Reef, and the sights of a world unlike what I grew up in. It takes us another hour to finally be drawn into a gate. The entire time I’m thinking about her lips, wrapped around my cock. I close my eyes and picture it. I skipped the last meal on the plane, and I’m ravenous. Only my hunger burns for lips of both kinds, and beautiful breasts. We finally get the signal to disembark and I snatch my carry on, almost running over the vacationing couple from LA. I stride through the terminal. She said she’d be here, but I can’t see her. ‘Black dress, look for the black dress.’ I chide myself. I take a deep breath and look again. “Here! Over here!” Her voice calls. There! She strides to me and I mentally groan. She looks far more beautiful in real life than pictures. He hair hangs over her shoulders, flying behind her as she rushes me. I drop my bag and she hits me hard. Hands clutch at my shoulders as I pick her up by her hips. I claim her lips for my own, tasting her. She rubs against me and I feel her pussy through my jeans. It rubs my cock, aching for me. She moans and I set her down before I throw her to the terminal floor and fuck her in front of these gawking people. She leaves to go to the bathroom while I fetch my suitcase. Thoughts of her swaying ass fill my mind as I wait. Of bending her over a table, a bed, a car, anything, and burying myself in her from behind as she moans, calling out my name. Filling her with my- I swallowed hard and pinch the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes shut. I need to control myself. I carry my suitcase back to outside the bathroom, the large, gray case held in front of me. She exits it a minute later, her face flushed red, licking her lips. I groan quietly. She kisses me in welcome again, and I taste something. It’s thick, musky in scent, and wonderful. It’s her cunt juice. I moan into her mouth cupping her ass, HARD. “Fuck, I want you.” I whisper. She smiles as she leads me to the bus stop. “I need you inside me just as much as you need to be inside me.” She replies, her voice low and husky. I feel a shiver trace my spine as I follow her on the bus. I find and seat in the back of the bus and sit down. It’s around 6 in the morning here, and it’s fairly empty. Instead of sitting next to me, she sits on my lap, wiggling to adjust herself. I groan, and she smirks, a hand reach down to trace my cock, straining my jeans. “All for me?” she husks. I smirk, nodding. “And then some.” I reply, tracing my fingertips along her back. The bus rumbles off, only an elderly couple is our fellow passengers, and they merrily chat with the driver near the front. The lights go out as we get on their version of a highway. “I’m hungry, I didn’t get a chance to eat, I was too nervous.” She whispers in my ear, rubbing her perfect ass against me. I bite my lips for a second before I reply. “Me too, the last few hours, I’m been nervous as hell,” I say, and smirk before continuing, “among other things.” My hand gently slides under her dress front, and my right hand finds her left thigh, gently rubbing it. She bites her lips and I smirk as her eyes flash. “To hell with it.” She says and before I can ask what she means she slides off my lap. My eyes widen a bit as she sinks below everyone’s eyesight. You’d have to be next to us to see her. Her hands unzip me and pulls me out. I’d gone commando when I changed clothes on the plane. Before I could protest, her twinkling eyes wink at me and her red lips swallow me. I hiss as the pleasure shoots through me. Oh God! She bobs up and down, her hair curtaining around my crotch. This feels incredible! I gently run my left hand in her hair, letting her know that it’s wonderful. She lets me pop out of her mouth to lick me from top to bottom. I smile as she smiles up at me, before gently nipping my tip. I hiss again and she giggles impishly, before devouring my cock again. The wench! “She fall asleep?” A voice asks from the front. My eyes and head shot up, and I see the elderly man smiling at me. His wife sleeps next to him, her head in his lap. I smile and suppress a shiver as she swirls her tongue around the head and gives and hard suck. “Yeah, just slid down and said she needed to sleep. She’s been waiting for my plane for awhile now.” I reply. I bite the inside of my cheek as she begins bobbing up and down faster. “Same thing. Last time I’ll ever have to make such a trip, though. How about you sonny?” the old guys ask. She lets me out again to gently plant kisses along the ridges of my cock and circle the head with her tongue. Evil wench. “No, I fly back in two weeks, this is my vacation. She’s my pen-pal.” I reply and almost choke as she devours me again, but this time deep throating me. Damn! Evil temptress! “Ah, sorry to hear that. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He replies and leans his head against the seat. “I most definitely will.” I answer. She sucks hard on me, before sucking on me like a bottle. I glance down and see her begging eyes. I groan quietly as she bobs up and down, faster. I grit my teeth. Soon, so very soon….. Her tongue rubs the underside of my cock, and I let go. I grind my teeth hard to keep from shouting out as I pulse. My cum fills her mouth and she swallows, loudly. I groan. She licks her lips clean and I see lipstick stains all over my cock. She tucks me back in gently and wipes the corners of her mouth with a finger. She sits up in my lap, her back to the others, and raises her finger, devilishly, to her mouth. I smirk and stop her hand with mine and capture her finger with MY mouth, sucking gently on it. I taste myself on her sweet skin. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing hard. The bus begins to slow down and I release her finger. “This is our stop.” She whispers and I chuckle. Oh it defiantly is……….. ***** |
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