A Weekend Fantasy Part 1

One afternoon, I receive an unexpected telephone call from you. You explain that your wife is preparing to go out of town again and you just have to come down for the weekend. I say okay, I’m looking forward to it. You then tell me that you’ll send me an email with your flight information once you’ve booked your flights. We talk about other things for a little while before hanging up the telephone. A couple of days later you send me the email with your flight information, letting me know that you will be arriving late Friday night and leaving again early on Monday morning. I send a response telling you that I will be at the airport to meet you and to call me on my cell when the plane lands. Friday arrives, and I get up early to straighten up a bit before going to work for the day. I have managed to get the weekend off, and am looking forward to spending it with you. My imagination is in overdrive at this point, imagining all the things we might do. Once I arrive at work, it’s a busy day, but not busy enough to make me stop wondering about what’s coming. At the end of the day, I rush for the door. I want to get home as quickly as I can so that I can shower and make myself look my best before driving the forty-five minutes out to the airport to meet you. Once I shower, and style my freshly colored red hair, I walk into my room to decide what to wear. After studying the clothes in my closet for a long time, I decide on a very short black and white checked skirt, a tight white sweater, black heels and no panties. Then I return to the bathroom to paint my toe and fingernails a deep, sexy red and put on a little makeup. Once I am finished, I twirl in front of my full-length mirror, double-checking everything. Fully satisfied with my look, I grab my purse and keys and head for my car.
I pull into the short-term parking garage at the airport about 20 minutes before your flight is due to land. I checked on your flight before leaving my apartment and learned that you would be landing a little early. It takes me about five minutes to find a parking spot. Then I walk to the terminal and baggage claim. Once inside I wait for you at the top of the escalators that bring passengers from the gates to baggage claim. I turn around to check the status of your flight on the big arrivals board behind me just as my cell phone rings. I look at my caller ID and see that it’s you. I answer and you tell me that the plane has just touched down and should be at the gate shortly. I tell you that once you’re off the plane to try to get on the train to baggage claim because it’s faster than walking. However, they run every five minutes, so if you just miss one, just walk. Another 20 minutes pass before I see you coming up the escalator and I step forward with a huge smile on my face. You spot me and we make a beeline for each other, colliding in a hug. After a quick but passionate kiss, we head for baggage claim where we pick up your bag a few minutes later. Then we head for the car. Once there, the passion takes over and we kiss deeply. When the kiss ends, I reach over, unzip your pants, pull out your penis and begin to stroke it gently. After another kiss, I take you in my mouth and suck until I bring you close to orgasm. Wanting to tease you a little bit, I pull away just when you’re approaching the brink, and return to kissing you hard on the mouth while toying with the tip of your penis. Meanwhile, you reach under my skirt and caress my pussy lips. I lean over and take you in my mouth a second time, just as you insert a finger in my pussy and rub my clit with your thumb. When we’re both ready, I crawl into your lap, lift my skirt out of the way, and sit down hard on your penis. You sink deep inside of me and we both moan in ecstasy. I begin to bounce up and down, riding you hard and fast. We kiss deeply, and I feel you tense up just before you shoot your cream deep inside of me. After one more deep kiss, I return to the driver’s seat and we head out of the parking lot towards my apartment.

To be continued…