Dedicated to my boyfriend currently in Europe on business, you know who you are. Please enjoy the story everyone else.
My story begins at Brisbane International Airport. I have just watched a routinely scheduled Air France flight make a perfect landing and on aboard is Olivier. It is mid February and a hot and humid 35°C. Within the air conditioned walls of Terminal 1 he is probably clearing customs and collecting his baggage right now and I am waiting for him on the land side.
Into the arrival hall he walks, clean shaven with short black hair and a masculine scent I recognise immediately. He is wearing black jeans, a buttoned down, deep blue Italian designed shirt and casual shoes. His face is sharp, dominated by deep set brown eyes and an exquisite mouth. His European cheekbones are defined, his chin a diamond point, sculpting a look that is part sensual and part warrior, topping off a fit and athletic body.
Our 7 week separation has come to an end. I am looking forward to seeing him again. His emails said the business trip had been a success and his designs were accepted. He wants me to jump into his luggage next time he goes on a trip half way across the world and I have to laugh at his comments. We haven’t known each other all that long.
I come forward to greet him. He scans my face. My dark hair is wisped across to the side, my brown eyes are clear. I have a squared off chin, deep set cheekbones and I am wearing a short black skirt with a gold belt, blue/black lined top, black strapped heels and a white tailored jacket and little make up except for my signature blood red lipstick that I know he has plans to eliminate all traces of. The look is both businesslike and feminine.
“Welcome home Olivier. I have missed you” are the words I use in my soft New Zealand accent.
“I have been waiting for you” I whisper in a discreet tone with an innuendo no one else close by is likely to notice.
He bends down to kiss me and I realize how long it has been since the last time. Too long. I look up at him and a rush of feeling stir my insides. At first it is just our lips gently touching, but he slowly opens my mouth, and I feel the tip of his tongue trying to make its way in. My whole body trembles. I surrender and open my mouth for him, and soon our tongues are twisting together. His hands drop abruptly, grabbing at my waist, pulling us closer together. Our bodies touch and our curves mould as one. I am filled with an intense feeling of excitement and desire. He then backs away a few steps and hoists me off the ground.
“My sexy Kiara. How have you been? Olivier says, placing my body back within inches of his heated up body. His French accent is my biggest weakness. I regain my posture quickly and wriggle around hoping he won’t notice why.
“ Ok.” I say a little shy at the public display. He always makes me feel so nervous at the same time as feeling like a woman on heat. All it takes is one look.
We leave the departure lounge, paying the parking fee on the way and chat about the usual surface talk, careful not to mention our feelings for each other, it is too soon for heavy stuff.
Just before his 33 rd birthday in November we “met”, unconventionally through the Internet. He sent me the first message. In grammatically incorrect English the winning words of his profile read “ are you interisted to try the European culture?” Oh god yes, was I ever!
Meeting him face to face was the equivalent to discovering an unknown planet in the universe, adventurous, dangerous but also very exciting. We hit it off immediately. After the 7 hour kissathon first date, a passionate second date followed and then the long separation until now. He has gotten under my skin, it is hard to think of anything else.
Once his luggage has been stored in the boot of my grey sedan, I turn to face him and instinctively we both lean against the car. He presses his body against mine and his hands outline my face causing my breathing to quicken. I wrap my arms around him, allowing no space to come between us and feel his hardness against my skirt. It makes me smile and turns me on no end. I feel a sense of relief that he can’t guess the true state of my knickers. After a lot of reshuffling I get my skirt in just the right spot to cover it up. I am becoming very moist.
After disengaging our bodies from the public display, we get into the car. The first thing to be heard inside the quietness is the sound of Wuthering Heights at full volume, he notices I am having one of those music days. One day opera voices. The next metal sounds. I am a woman of contrast. To soften the atmosphere, I turn the song down to minimum.
“I’d like to take you on a little drive but not to your house. Is that ok?” I ask him mischievously.
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Olivier replies becoming curious. His body language is checking out our very close physical presence in the car and he touches my inner thighs. A tingly feeling is going straight to my centre.
With his fingers strategically placed and I won’t tell you where, I start the car and drive along the Gateway Motorway via the M1 in the direction of the Gold Coast. My weekend plan is slowly unfolding.
We are heading towards Currumbin. After a long drive I arrive at my destination. From the road we see an illuminated sign saying Sand Castles on Currumbin Beach Hotel.
Once outside the car, we get out to stretch and inhale the surrounding air. The smell of the beach, the sound of waves and sulphur crested cockatoos in the night time sky. The atmosphere is filled with sexual tension and yet we don’t talk.
We both glance around at the resort surroundings as we walk to the hotel room which contains a balcony with an ocean view overlooking Currumbin Beach. Ascending the stairs to the apartment he puts the luggage down in front of the door. In the humid night air, he draws close to kiss me lightly before stepping back to capture a full frontal view of me. I feel shivers of excitement running up my spine. My nipples tingle, becoming hard. His hands rub my body up and down and my body reacts longingly and it moves in his direction. My self control is slipping and boy does it feel good.
Once inside the apartment he takes a shower and later walks into the kitchen where I am standing behind the bench top.
Hearing his footsteps I come very close to him, look into his eyes and smell the familiar scent he is wearing. I like it. He is now dressed in dark grey jeans and a white t-shirt emphasizing his physique.
Feeling my skin, he tenderly kisses my cheeks. Inhaling my smell, he closes his eyes. Our bodies are moving into an S shaped bend as the passion level rises. rapidly. Then the big kiss starts with his tongue widening my mouth, withdrawing and teasing me. He seems to kiss away all the air within me. This is the first time I have met such a passionate kisser, he can even out kiss me and I have to respect him for that.
After disentangling themselves from each other, we go for a short tour of the place. It is very spacious. We discover the apartment is tastefully decorated with candles in every room, multi-coloured roses in vases, Salvador Dali pictures on the walls and we hear Vivaldi music coming from the Dolby speakers nearby. In the master bedroom we see a King sized bed right in the centre. Lying diagonally across the black satin duvet is a single yellow rose with a red wildlife card attached saying:
To my dearest Olivier.
Enjoy the weekend special.
All my love Kiara xxxxx.
He is smiling from ear to ear and I want him to kiss, touch, caress and taste my intimate parts all night. OOoh yes I really do.
“I want to show you something. Please lie down on the bed and wait.” I request. His smile confirms the hidden message has hit home.
It takes me around 10 minutes. Into the room I glide wearing a Strip Stripe Microfiber and Embroidered Lace soft cup Baby doll and matching thong, black garter belt, stockings and heels showing him a toned and fit body. I aim the remote control at the stereo and the track You Sexy Thing starts playing. What he is about to see is the result of weeks of practice, courtesy of the Internet. He is all eyes.
“Kiara. You look sen-s a-ti on-al” he says honestly. Picking up on his vibes, my juices start their way southwards from my hidden place. By the way he is looking at me, I am really turned on now, hardly able to concentrate.
“OOOoo please don’t Olivier. Stop saying those things” I reply as the physical affect his words produce cause a wave to go through my body. I look away quickly.
Then I begin my private striptease performance for his exclusive viewing. I let the music take me where it wants. The song has a good tempo and I feel sexy dancing to it. Feeling comfortable in my own skin, I let my body twist and turn, moving from side to side across the room, swaying my hips while making good eye contact with him. Bending over to make sure he gets a good look at my bum. I stand up, cup my breasts and let my hands move down the length of my body to my most intimate place. I rub myself there many times smiling across at him and run my fingers through my hair. He loves watching me do this and can’t help but rub his big one up and down lengthways while not taking his eyes off me.
With dancing I feel really alive and free and enjoy every beat of the song, rocking my hips in double time. I roll my entire body in a fluid motion. Moving over in front of Olivier I shake my breasts and run my hands from my ankle to my thighs. I am using my body as an instrument to get him to the point of no return.
“Your body is so yummy” he calls over to me, making me smile and more.
After twisting and turning my body, I skilfully and methodically remove the first layer, the garter belt and stockings and throw these pieces over to his waiting hands. Cupping my breasts and in full display of him I touch my wet pussy and taste the result. I am so excited I think I’ll burst. My hips are swaying once more to the music before I unbutton the Lace Baby doll and at the right moment I toss it aside. He can see erect nipples and swollen breasts.
