Airport I squirmed and wiggled in my seat. Airport chairs are not the most comfortable of seats I have sat on. And in all honesty, I was nervous. I hadn't seen him in so long. In months! Five months, three weeks, four days and some odd hours. I had been keeping track and now I sat here and waited for his plane to land. It had been delayed and the longer I sat the more nervous I got! We had been seeing each other for a year now and most of that time had been spent apart. We had been together a total of three months the whole time and a big part of that was spent in bed. Ours is a lusty relationship, maybe because we don't get to see each other so much. His business trips were usually abroad somewhere and long and my job held me here. Or maybe it was because he was older then I by several years and had taught me things I never knew. Maybe it was both those things.   I looked at my watch and sighed, eleven fifty-two pm. I was glad it was late. It was less crowded at this time and I could fantasize about our reunion without worrying someone would see the `fuck me' look on my face. I got up to stretch my legs and move closer to the window. With the darkness outside and the not too bright lighting overhead I could see a blurred image of myself in the glass. My short dark hair was still curled and wavy, my lipstick still fairly red, I hadn't chewed it off completely. My sundress was a little wrinkled from where I had been sitting but it would have to do. I had gotten it especially for his return. It was a white filmy affair with thin straps and a scooped neckline, buttons up the front and came to rest mid thigh. No bra underneath, just very thin, lacy white panties and I wore three-inch heels with it. The dress and the shoes made my legs seem longer which is always good for a five foot two inch female.  Yes, I had gotten some appreciative and wondering looks from the few people I had seen so far. But I didn't care what anyone thought, no one but him. He liked for me to dress this way and I loved dressing this way because it made me feel sexy as hell and I loved the reaction it would get when he saw me. I stood for a while looking half at my image half at the scenery I could barely see outside before taking a seat next to the window. I propped my elbow on the arm of the chair and rested my head on my hand. A smile curved my full lips as I begin to drift into a daydream of what I had planned for him when he got here. I must have been dozing for a while, slight rustling sounds around me brought me to life. His plane had landed! I stood on shaking legs and began to walk toward where he would come through. A few people walked down the long hall, most looking tired and jet lagged. I was so excited and nervous my hands were shaking and I almost stumbled as I took another few steps forward. Then, I saw him! His tall, lean body walked quickly toward me. His dark hair was slightly mussed as if he had ran his hands through it a few times. My nipples were instantly hard as I caught sight of his dark brown eyes. God, how I loved those eyes! Definitely bedroom eyes, I knew this because every time I looked into them that's exactly where I wanted to be. I stood there waiting for him to reach me. I didn't trust my trembling legs to hold me up let alone carry me far. He stopped a foot away from me and let his bags slide to the floor. For a long moment we just stared at each. When his gaze slid to my chest where my nipples stood at full attention I couldn't help the small groan that escaped me as he smiled that wicked smile I saw so much in my dreams. Next thing I knew, I was in her arms and against his chest so tightly I could barely breath and his mouth was on mine demanding and getting the response we both ached for. Remembering where we were, we ended the kiss and pulled apart until our arms were wrapped comfortably around each other. “Hello.” His voice was deep and rough. “Hi.” Mine was breathy and barely audible. For a moment, he just stared into my eyes. Slowly that smile I loved so much returned. “Lets get the hell out of here!” he said, and I returned his smile. I knew he was aching for me as much as I was for him. He grabbed the large bag and I grabbed his small one and we headed for the parking lot almost at a jog. It seemed to take forever to reach the vehicle. I had parked toward the back where no other cars were. I put his bag down beside the van, went to the driver's side and unlocked the doors. He slid the side door open, tossed his bags in the very back seat and got in.  I slid in the drivers seat and turned the ignition on. The air from the air conditioner breezed to life and so did the jazz cd I had in the player. I just sat there, waiting. I glanced in the mirror at him. He sat in the seat right behind me, smiling at me in the mirror. God, I could feel the wetness between my legs dampen my panties because of that look. “Come here, little girl.” He commanded softly. Like it would ever cross my mind to say no to this man. Reaching down I quickly unfastened my shoes and kicked them off and slid between the seats. I knelt on the floor between his wide spread legs. The thought raced through my mind of how thankful I was to have a mini van with tinted windows, for this reason alone if nothing else. “You miss me, little girl?” he asked, one hand reaching out, his fingers tangling gently in my hair. Oh god, had I ever. I missed his smile, his voice, his smell, his hands…everything about him! “Yes.” I whispered and nodded my head. “You have plans for us when we get home?” I nodded my response, not trusting my voice not to squeak. “Hmmm.” He pondered softly as his hand released my hair and moved to my face, his thumb gently sliding back and forth over my bottom lip. “Can we wait that long?” he smiled `that' smile and I knew I could wait no longer. “No!” my voice was very firm that time. My hands flew to the button and zipper of his pants. I couldn't wait to feel him in my hands, in my mouth. And the thirty-minute drive home was far too long to wait! “I didn't think so.” He chuckled softly.  I pulled his pants and shorts down and he lifted his hips and pushed . In a flash they were around his ankles and I moaned as his hard cock sprang free of confinement. I took him in my hands, pressing my mouth to the middle of his shaft. I loved his musky smell and I ran my lips up to the head, taking it in my mouth and circling it with my tongue in a kiss I had waited long for. His groan was strained, as if he were having a hell of a hard time not pushing himself forward and down my throat. I loved the power it made me feel. Slowly I ran my tongue down his cock to his balls and there I sucked and licked and nibbled them in turn until he was grabbing my hair in his hands and forcing me back to his throbbing cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum and I oh so slowly licked it up and moaned with pure delight. I could tell by his whispered, `Oh, fuck' and the grip he had on my hair that he was close to losing control. He wanted to shove his cock in my mouth and fuck my throat. I could feel this as sure as I could feel the insides of my thighs were creamy with my own juices. Both of us were on the edge and we both needed some release. I slid one hand under his tense ass and the other between my legs and inside my drenched panties as I took his waiting cock in my mouth. His moans were deep and rough while mine were muted and needy. His hips began to move as he slowly moved my head back and forth by my hair gentle in a rough way. Another thing I loved about him. I slid a finger inside my hot, wet pussy as I sucked deeply on his cock. My thumb found my hard clit and began to rub quickly. I knew this would not take long. I took him as deeply as I could in my mouth and slid another finger inside me, pumping deep and hard. My muscles began to tighten around my fingers and the wetness covered my entire hand. Letting go of my hair with one hand, he slid it down to my chest and began to fondle there. Taking a nipple between his fingers and pinching and twisting. It was exactly what I needed. My orgasm came hard, wet and intense. As I came, I sucked hard! Wrapping my tongue around him, my moans vibrating against his throbbing cock. Before I even had a chance to recover, he was pulling me up and onto him as he ripped the panties away from my body. “My turn.” He said roughly. I knew by the wild look in those brown eyes he was beyond control and my body ached to feel what was in store. With one hand at the back of my head, he wrapped his other arm around me tightly, the head of his hard cock against the opening between my legs. “What do you want, little girl?” He asked, not moving. “Please.” I whispered. We both knew what he wanted to hear but the game was too much fun for both of us, for me not to play along a little. “Say it.” I hesitated. “Say it!” he demanded. “Fuck me.” I whispered, my tone pleading. But it was no act. I was to the point of begging. “Please, fuck me!” He pushed my mouth to his and in one motion, he thrust upward and pulled me down hard, burying his throbbing cock inside my tight, hot wetness! His mouth muffled my scream as my muscles stretched to take all of him deep inside me. I grasped his shirtfront, my hands clenching into fists. I raised and lowered my body in rhythm with his upward thrusting. He released my mouth and I threw my head back arching my body forward. I let go of his shirt and pressed my hands to the sides of my breasts, pushing them together, begging for his attention to them.  Through the thin material of my dress I could feel his tongue and teeth on my nipples. I moaned and whimpered and panted. He drove his shaft deeper and harder into me until I could feel him swell and throb from need of release. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me as badly as he wanted the release. It was like a fire between my legs and only him exploding inside me could put it out.  I didn't want him to hold back. I spread my legs wider and bounced harder. The guttural moan that escaped him let me know he couldn't wait any longer. With one last deep thrust, I felt his semen shoot deep inside of me, over and over and over. My muscles clenched him tighter and tighter, until my own orgasm drained every drop from him. We both moaned loudly from the pure, raw, passionate feel of release. Our bodies were limp from exhaustion and filmed with sweat from the heat we had created. Gently, he pulled me against him leaning back in the seat. It took several minutes for our breathing to slow and reach a normal pace. I could feel the thud of his heart against my chest and it made me smile. “I missed you.” I whispered softly. “I would never have guessed.” He teased, his chest vibrating from his soft chuckle, the movement making my nipples react all over again. “Flight one fifteen…” I jumped at the intruding sound. I blinked a few times and looked around me. I was still in the waiting area of the airport, in the uncomfortable chair next to the window. It took me a moment to shake the lust from my dream off and comprehend that the plane had landed. The plane had landed! He was home! I stood and quickly made my way over towards the terminal I knew he would be coming down to meet me, all thoughts of sleep gone from my brain. Then I saw him. Those brown eyes, that dark mussed hair, that wicked grin. I smiled and chuckled softly to myself…thank god for my mini van with tinted windows. written by:  sinkiss