Our Airport Reunion

I shook as I waited for him to walk through the airport terminal. His jet had just landed safely, and for a brief moment I relaxed and whispered a quick prayer of thanks, then stood carefully studying the passengers as they walked out hoping that this wasn't just another dream.
I wore a hot little sundress, pretty white sandals, and no panties ~ at Stephen's request, of course. I could not wait to see his reaction, as I stood there knowing that at any moment I would once again be in his arms.

His blues eyes sparkled as I ran to him. I melted as we hugged tightly, and cried softly knowing that at that very moment I felt complete. We embraced, kissing deeply, tasting each other; so starved for one another that we barely made it to the car.

He studied me, moaning with delight as he slipped his hand under my little dress, petting my moist, shaven slit. I quivered and shook all over as he pushed me up against the parked car and looked deeply into my eyes as he ran his finger through my warm snatch, then winced and moaned while licking my creamy nectar from his fingertips ~ a treat that he fed on hungrily.

Fumbling for the car door handle, I managed to open it and sat as Stephen knelt outside with his face buried in my mound, kissing and licking hungrily as I cried and shook with pleasure, not knowing or even caring that a man was walking up to a truck parked next to my car, and was near enough to see and ache for this same wanton pleasure.

As Stephen got in and shut the door, I unzipped his pants and freed his enormous throbbing cock, kissing and tasting the drops of dew that drooled out. I wrapped my mouth over the stiff head and ran my tongue around it to study the hot veins that were ready to explode, making sure not to waste a drop.

Somehow we managed to make it to our new home, and were soon sprawled out across the living room carpet, frantically sucking and fucking, feeding on each other until we were more than satisfied. We then rested in each other's arms, sweaty and quivering, we merged as one, looking just like the gift of the carved wooden lovers that I had given him when we first met.