AT THE AIRPORT

It's Friday, and the excitement of her upcoming trip is all around her. She packs up the last of her
things, tidies up her house and drives to the airport. Going over everything in her head, she hopes she hasn't forgotten anything. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and her mind wanders
to the fact that for the next week and a half she won't be needing much other than her body.
She pulls into the parking spot, gets out her bags, and discourages herself from running to the airport
departures to check in. Gosh, she wants to get there fast. Thankfully, she was smart to book an over-night flight so she can sleep while en route.
Just in time for boarding, she really does need to sprint to her gate. She steps on the plane, another
step closer to her destination. Her heart beats quicker, her breath comes faster, she sinks into
her seat, and relaxes her whole body. Waits for take off, signals the attendant (first class has its
perks), gets a glass of wine that she chugs. Then settles in with the requested pillow and blanket,
drifting to sleep.
  She feels a hand on her shoulder, but pauses before opening her eyes. "Miss, Miss, we are landing
please put your seat up!"
Her eyes shoot open as she realizes that it's time. She sits upright, makes her seat join her and tries
not to panic that the time is near, anticipation and fear are running through her. Her hands tightly
grip the arms of her chair and the plane reaches her arrival gate.
  She hurriedly grabs her stuff,
bundles it in her arms and gets ready to deplane. Once off, she looks around to find the pictures for the bathroom. She rushes in, washes her face, gets some fresh clothes on and goes to retrieve the rest of her baggage.
  Once she has all her bags, she
goes through customs and starts looking for him, knowing how he will smell, how good she will feel,
once she is in his arms. Finding him right away, her smile gets wider, and her body trembles with excitement. Her feet have a mind of their own and take off in a run to greet him. Reaching him, she is unsure of whether to kiss or hug or run her hands all over him to be sure he is real. She inhales deeply as she gets close to him, her senses erupting with fire as she takes hold of him and lands in his outstretched arms. Eventually she
pulls back from him a little as her eyes move over his body, knowing what she wants to do to him, and
she gets as close to him as she can. Goose bumps form on her skin as his hand reaches for hers and
their fingers intertwine. He pulls her close, and wraps his arms around her so tight, she moan as he squeezes her. She looks up and he looks down as their lips meet, an electric current coursing through her. Her body comes alive,
reacting in ways that seem too much for a simple but powerful kiss. Closing her eyes, taking it all in, she notices the wetness between her thighs is far
more than it was, and her nipples hard and peaked.
  Wanting more, she leans around him, looking for somewhere - anywhere, to steal him away. Her eyes searching frantically, she finds a corner in the distance; not many people around, her eyes jolt
back to his, sparkling sure to be there as she gently pulls him to the corner. She is grateful that he
follows easily, willingly.
  They reach the corner and she turns, backing in until she feels the wall against her ass and back. She pulls him in close, so he has to brace himself on the wall to one side of her. He leans in to kiss
her, her whole body ready and waiting for so much more. She gently pushes him back, smiles up at him, and getting to her knees, slowly, her hands undo his pants, so that his now firm cock falls out.
She strokes him lightly as she reaches the floor with her knees, grunting as she feels the floor hard
and cold beneath her. Then goes back to the warm all male hardness in her hand. She mumbles,
"You feel so good, I want you so bad," and then opens
her mouth; her hand still stroking with a firm grasp she brings him into her warm moist open mouth
until they work together to cover every inch of his cock.
Moans escape from her as she tastes him, licking up the precum with her tongue as her mouth takes over stroking his cock. Slowly bringing him deeper in her mouth, her tongue strokes gently along-side her lips and then placing it against his cock, she can feel his pulse. His hardness and pulse arousing her more, she sucks almost viciously with her stroking tongue. Her mouth hungry for his release, her finger strokes her engorged clit through her pants.
She takes a breath and shoves him so far down, she gags a little; she moves back and then slams down
on him again, feeling him deep in her throat, keeping him there. Knowing he is close, she sucks and tantalizes him with her tongue until she feels his warm release squirt down her throat. She
swallows hard, moves back, makes sure to milk him dry. Smiling around his cock and looking up at
him to make eye contact, she sees his pleasure.
Her pleasure is visible all over her face, not to mention his cock still halfway in her mouth with her lips
gripping it tightly.
  Once she is sure she has cleaned him completely, licking up anything that may have been missed, she
tucks him back into his pants, zips him up and gets back to her feet. Glad that she got to do what she
had wanted for a long time, she places kisses all
along his neck, jaw and then kisses him passionately, wanting his mouth.
  Their lips are sealed together and their tongues dance inside. As he wraps her up with one arm she
leans up on tip toes and whispers in his ear,
"I have waited so long to do that and now I need to be
taken completely. I want you to fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before, I am yours," and waits for his response, quite happy to be right where she is.
  He smiles back at her and mentions,
"I passed a hotel just up a mile from the airport."