After months of phone calls (thank god for long distance bundles) and emails, I needed to see my lover again. I took vacation and booked a cheap flight to Seattle. I was going to see him again and just the thought was enough to send me looking for my vibrator. (I've even named the damn thing Norman!) I mean, what does a single girl do when her man is 1100 miles away!
I was flying in November to spend American Thanksgiving with him. As a Canadian with American roots, I've celebrated American Thanksgiving for years, but never one as meaningful as this one. This year, I figured we both would be very thankful.
This time there were no flight delays on my trip down and yet the plane couldn't seem to get me there fast enough. I love the thrill of anticipation of going to see my lover and my poor pussy was aching. I needed relief and I couldn't wait any longer. I had stuffed a fleece blanket in my carry on, and pulled it out and cuddled underneath it. My hand found its way down into the elastic waistband of my slacks and panties. My finger slid inside and hit my clit like a homing missile and I circled the hard protrusion until I came. Of course, the thrill of doing that in such a public place made the experience all the sweeter, and I couldn't help but wish my lover was with me to join the "mile high club". I wondered as I smiled to myself if there is such a thing for "solo" fliers!
After my little foray under my blanket, I fell asleep and it wasn't too long until we landed at SeaTac. I was anxious to see my lover, but vanity over ruled anxiety and I stopped in the ladies room to tidy my hair and fix my make up and put on fresh lipstick. A breath freshner strip and I was on my way.
There he was, at the top of the escalator, smiling and when he saw me, his arms opened wide and I literally flew into them. It was a reunion that has been 18 months in the making and all I could think of was "I can't wait to get you home".
We waited for my luggage, and couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. He kept kissing me and carressing my face, arms, back and buttocks. He pulled me close so that I felt the state of his arousal. My hands were just as busy, and I noticed that people were watching us and smiling. I whispered in his ear, "We seem to be the center of attention here."
"Let them look" was his whispered reply followed by his tongue tracing the folds of my ear. It was a good thing I had my arms around his neck as my knees almost buckled when he whispered, "I can't wait to do this to your sweet pussy." I felt myself getting wet, from his words and ministrations of his tongue in my ear. Thankfully the luggage was starting to spill out onto the belt, and we could get out of the airport and into the car. At least that afforded us a bit of privacy.
We made our way into the parking garage, holding hands and each dragging a suitcase. He had brought the truck. He opened my door (yes fellas, there are still girls out there that like when you are a gentleman) and I slid in. The first thing I noticed was the bench seat. He went around the other side and got in and I watched him try to get comfortable since I knew he had an erection. I smiled sweetly, "I could help you with that" as I slid closer to him and started to undo the snap and zipper of his jeans. I reached inside the fly of his boxers and felt his cock twitching in my hand, looking for freedom. I was just the girl to take the job in hand, and mouth, so to speak. I bent over his cock and gave it a light kiss on the head and stuck my tointed tongue in the slit, where there was a pearly drop of pre cum, just waiting for me. I grasped the base with my left hand and took him into my mouth. I started to fondle his balls with my right hand. He stretched his legs, pushing his feet into the floorboard and lifting his ass off the seat in reaction, but that simple move on his part was enough to make his long cock slide down the back of my throat, past my gag reflex. I started to suck, for all I was worth, (I was new to this, I'd read how to give a BJ and it was time to practice all that I'd learned). It really wasn't long until I heard him exclaim, "I'm cumming, oh god, don't stop, please don't stop." I tried to smile to myself as I though, he's begging me, but that didn't last long as I felt him grab my head and begin gentle thrusting forcing his lovely hard, long cock even further down my throat and soon I felt the warmth of his cum hit the the back of my throat. I swallowed, because I had no tissues at hand, and didn't want to interupt the moment by leaping up and frantically searching for tissues as cum dribbled down my chin! Swallowing just seemed to be the proper lady like thing to do. I brought my head up and licked him clean, savoring him like a fine wine. I kissed the tip, and tucked his now wilting member back into his shorts and did up his jeans. I kissed him deeply on the mouth and said, "Let's go home."
He looked at me and asked, "Where did you learn to do THAT?" I assured him that I had read about the technique, (there really IS nothing you can't learn from a book) but that was the first time I had ever done it.
Our trip home went by quickly, as we talked about what we wanted to do over the next two weeks. I was just anxious to get home and have a nice relaxing shower. He had moved from his one bedroom apartment into a nice house with a great kitchen and a lovely master bedroom and ensuite. He brought in my luggage. I was in the master bedroom and getting ready for my shower. I stepped under the sluicing water and just felt the tension of the day drain from my body.
