0 comments/ 9430 views/ 0 favorites The Arrival By: GreatOne99 A knock on my door arises my senses and sends my mind racing. Could it be her, is she here already? I jump off my bed where I had been laying and race to the door. I peek out the peep hole and see your beautiful frame looking around waiting for someone to answer your knock. I compose myself with a quick deep breath and open the door with a smile. Taking you by the hand I lead you into my apartment and to my room, making small talk along the way. As I guide you into the room in front of me, closing the door as I enter. Still a hold of your hand I pull you into me wrapping my arms around you tightly as my lips move to meet yours. My hands slide down to your hips as your arms wrap themselves around my neck. As our lips passionately lock as my tongue slides around your mouth and finally meet and our kissing suddenly has a heightened passion. My hands quickly slide under your shirt and come to rest on the bare flesh of your stomach. Our lips unlock and mine slide to your lower neck. Licking your sweet skin along the way. I gently bite and lick your neck as my hands slide higher on your stomach. You raise your hands so I can slide the shirt over your head and taking that queue I do just that. My mouth finds your cleavage as my hands wrap themselves around your bra-covered breasts. My hands glide around your chest and I can feel your nipples harden under my touch. Sliding my hands to your back I quickly unsnap your bra. I pull away slightly and move my lips back up to meet yours as my hands massage your chest. Quickly your hands move to the bottom of my shirt and swiftly remove it from my body. Our bear chests press firmly together and we can feel our hearts racing and our body heat rising. I pull you to the bed and we both lower ourselves onto it, your body positioned on top of mine. You push me down as you rise up and move back off the bed. Swiveling your hips you tease me as you slowly slide your pants off your body. A little angelic smile lights up your face and your pants hit the floor. You crawl like a cat over to me as I lay on the bed. Straddling me with you legs you reach down and un-button my jeans, sliding them off of me to my mid-thigh, enough to expose a rather stiff cock straining the fabric of my boxer shorts. I grab your hips and roll you on your back. My hands slide down your body, fingertips slowly feeling ever inch of you body until they reach your panties. Grabbing the tops of both sides I quickly remove them and toss them to the floor. I dive into your chest and begin to suck and lick your nipples with abandon. My hands slides in between your legs massaging your inner thigh and ever so slowly moving upward, fast enough so you know where I'm headed, slow enough so you have something to look forward to. I can feel the heat as my hand slides higher and in one quickie motion I slide two fingers inside of you. My lips move up to meet yours in a kiss as your breath quickens slight moans escape from your mouth. My fingers slowly move in and out while my thumb massages your clit. I pull my lips off of yours and trace a line with my tongue down your body, stopping at your nipples and gently sucking on them, moving on to your stomach and panty line. Sliding down to your upper thigh my tongue traces circles and figure eights from the outer part of your thigh to the inner part. My tongue slides it way up your inner thigh to where your leg meets your hip. Licking up and down with long luxurious licks. Finally my tongue slides to your clit, licking it at first quickly, and then slowly. As my tongues flicks your clit, two of my fingers slide inside of you and begin to massage you from the inside. Your hands scramble to my hips and you slide my pants off, with a little help from me. My boxers are the next thing to be removed and they join your underwear on the floor. Our bodies press firmly against one another's as my cock slides easily inside of your wet pussy. Our bodies begin to rock in time with each other every thrust by me met by an upward thrust by you. Our bodies seem to become one as we press against each other tightly. By now you and I are moaning softly as our hips rock back and forth my cock sliding deeply into you. Our breathe quickens further as we both near climax. I whisper in your eye, "come with me", to which you let out a loud moan. At that I quicken my thrusting pace and your hips begin to move faster as well. Our climax comes at almost the exact same instance. I grab your hips and push deeply into you pressing our bodies even tighter together, I can feel your body spasm. As we finish our orgasms we peel our bodies apart. I role over to behind you, my arm coming over you pulling you into me as we fall into a deep and serene sleep. The Arrival "The waiting is killing me," Jeff thought to himself as he looked for his online lover. He had all three chat applications opened at once, hoping to catch Rachel on one of them. It had been an amazing five weeks since they first got to talking. Both were in failing relationships, and were both in the same line of work. They were even the same height. Almost. He was 6-1 and she stood a delicious 6 feet with blonde hair. She was his ideal woman. He loved tall women with long hair. She was funny, she was smart, sweet and caring and by all that is holy, she was sexy. Everything seemed as if it were meant to be. But for some reason, he couldn't convince her to send her photo to him. They'd chatted online. They'd traded e-mails back and forth. They'd even talked a few times from their respective places of work. She'd take an extended lunch break and call him from the comfort of her car, while he went to his secret spot in the convention center adjacent to his office. He'd returned to work with a raging hard-on more than once since they had started talking. "Why won't she send me her picture? What's the deal?" he thought to himself. His overactive imagination began to take off. Was she yanking him around, just toying with is emotions? Hardly. She was too sweet and sincere to do that. Maybe she was just being overly cautious. No reason for that, he thought, since they lived almost 900 miles from each other. His office phone rang, blasting him back to reality. It was Rachel. They thought about each other constantly and almost knew instinctively when to call. His demeanor quickly shifted from frustration to elation. "Hey Baby," he answered. Turns out Rachel loved being called "Baby" by him. Maybe it was the difference in their ages. He was 39, she was 25, but all she knew was that she loved it. "Hi Honey," she giggled. "Miss me?" Did he miss her? He wanted her more than anyone he'd ever met in his entire life. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. "All I've done all day is think about you. I've been waiting for you to show up online. But I'll take a phone call over online chat any day," he told her. He didn't mince words when it came to talking to Rachel. He knew she was special and he wanted her desperately. And he took every opportunity to tell her. And her reaction was always the same. She'd moan a breathy moan and almost purr into the phone. And with that, he'd turn rock hard. Guaranteed. No questions asked. "Did you get my pictures in the mail yet?" she asked him. He replied with a grumpy "no." "Awwww...you poor guy. Maybe I can put a smile on your face til they show up," she said to him. This could get interesting, Jeff thought to himself. It was Christmas week and since he was the low man on the staff totem pole as far as seniority went, he'd be in the office. Alone. He had the entire 20th floor to himself. The next question was an automatic, an in joke between them. "So tell me, Rachel baby, what are you wearing?" "Who me? All I have on under my coat is this little miniskirt and a v-neck sweater. Nothing special," she purred into the phone. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" was all he could muster in reply. "What about you?" she asked in return. He muttered something about a pair of khakis and navy blue oxford shirt. "I know navy blue looks amazing with your green eyes," she said. "How could you know that? I'm not wearing navy in the pictures I've sent you," he responded. "Then turn around so I can see." He had been facing the window and his view of downtown when he spun around in his chair. And there was Rachel, cell phone in hand, wearing a mini skirt and v-neck sweater. "How the....What are you doing here? Oh my God is it really you?" he babbled as she closed the door to his office, took off her coat and walked around his desk. "Yes, baby, it really is me. I'm Rachel. It's a pleasure to meet you," she cooed as she extended a hand to his. This had to be some kind of dream. There's no way she hops on a plane and comes up to see him. No way. His head was spinning, trying to process exactly what was happening to him. Instinctively, he reached out for her hand and she pulled him to his feet. She took his face in her hands and brought her lips to his. The atmosphere was electric. He could swear he felt sparks when their lips first touched. "I've dreamed of kissing you since the first night we talked on line," Rachel said as she pulled back to get a good look at her lover. "It was better than I could have ever imagined." He pulled her close again and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lunged at her mouth with his, and their embrace became passionate. Their tongues thrust together as they pulled each other's bodies closer. His shock at seeing his dream girl was slowly fading and now he was finally going to be with her. He had to step back and see her. Truly look at her. She was a goddess. No doubt about it. "Surprised, honey?" she asked. "Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought you'd come up here and surprise me like this. Not that I'm complaining or anything," Jeff said. She pushed him back down in his office chair and smiled a dazzling smile. She leaned back and sat on his desk, her tiny skirt riding up her gloriously sexy legs. The skirt kept going and suddenly Jeff realized one of his online fantasy chats with Rachel was about to come true. She wasn't wearing any panties. "Remember that night we were talking and I said how much I'd love to seduce you in your office?" Remember? The image was imbedded in his brain, replayed over and over and over, never to be forgotten. "Of course I remember, baby," he said as he eased his chair closer to the woman of his dreams. Rachel lifted herself off the desk for a moment and slid her skirt further up, revealing her shaven pussy. When she first told him she was shaven, he nearly exploded. Now he was about to experience the real thing. Rachel lifted the skirt up past her hips and then placed her legs on Jeff's shoulders. He stared into her eyes, almost afraid to look away from them for fear she'd disappear. But she put her legs on his shoulders pulled him closer. He leaned into her and was overcome with her scent. She was literally dripping on his desk. Jeff leaned in closer and ran the tip of index finger up her naked pussy lips. Rachel shivered at his touch. He eased the finger inside of his lover and she tossed her head back and purred again. "So that's what you feel like. I've wanted you for so long and now I've finally got you," she said. Jeff smiled and lowered his face so he could taste her. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down her lips, savoring the aroma of her arousal. He avoided her clit for as long as he could, but the tall blonde could take no more games. She pulled him in even closer so his tongue was practically clamped on her pussy. "Lick me, lover. Suck on my clit," she moaned. Who was he to turn down such a request? He spread the lips of her pussy wide and made his tongue flat as he licked over her clit. She shuddered in appreciation and hissed out "yesssssssss, that's what I've wanted." Jeff began to suck on her clit and moved his hands up to her breasts. He began to fondle and knead them as best he could, considering his position. They were both approaching sensory overload. "Fuck me with your tongue, honey," she urged him on. "Make me cum with your tongue." Jeff thrust his tongue deep inside her dripping pussy, extending it as deep as it would go. Rachel was writhing in ecstasy on the desk, knocking off files and photos, muttering an incomprehensible language of lust. Rachel's back arched as she felt the orgasm begin to spread out from deep inside her. She began to growl almost, and clamped her thighs tighter around her lover's head. Her head was titled back and her long blonde hair was flailing about as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. As her orgasm subsided, her eyes met his again. He looked at her adoringly and stood up to kiss her. "God, I knew it would be good when we got together but I had no idea it would be like that," Rachel panted, trying to regain her breath. Jeff just smiled at her and kissed her again. He took her by the hands and said "let's go." Ducking out of his office and into the hallway, the couple headed for the elevators. They were giggling and holding hands like a couple of lovestruck teen-agers. Jeff pushed the "down" button and they waited, kissing and caressing one another. "Where are we going?" Rachel asked excitedly, her eyes dancing with passion. "You'll see. But I've been there with you before. On the phone," he said. Rachel practically squealed with delight. They were headed to his secret spot in the convention center, where he had told her his fantasies about making love in a public place. The elevator finally arrived and they went inside. Since it was Christmas week, it was empty. Jeff had never been so glad for an empty elevator in his life. "I knew you were beautiful, but I had no idea you were this beautiful," he told Rachel, brushing a strand of her dark blonde hair from her face. "You are an absolute goddess. A truly fabulous babe." She giggled at the "truly fabulous babe" reference. He started calling her that within a week of their meeting. It was one of his goofy qualities she loved so much about him. Jeff stood back and took a long look at his vision. She was simply gorgeous. A curvy 6 feet tall with long dark blonde hair that hung halfway down her back and dark blueish-green almond-shaped eyes. Playful eyes with lots of mischief in them. Her firm, round breasts were amazing, rising and falling with each breath. She'd told him she was a C-cup, and he guessed about a 36. Her breasts stood high on firm on her chest with big hard nipples protruding through her sweater. And then were her legs. They seemed to go on forever. They were the kind of legs that would make a bishop kick out a stained glass window. She had said something once about not liking her thighs, but he saw nothing wrong with her at all. She was a vision. And she was here. The "ding" of the elevator's arrival in the lobby brought him out of his trance. She was still holding his hand, an arms length away. The doors slid open and he led her through the lobby into the adjacent arena. He found it amazing that in the wake of everything that had happened in the world in the past three or four months he'd be able to have full run of the arena. Security never even bothered to ask where he was headed. Usually, he had his wireless phone with him so he could go up to the mezzanine and call Rachel with some degree of privacy. He shared an office with someone, so he craved the privacy. The mezzanine was accessible by both a staircase and an escalator. He always chose the stairs, because he liked to get his heart pumping running up them to talk to her. But after the first couple of conversations, he knew that was a waste of energy. His reaction to her voice was downright Pavlovian. She spoke, he got hard. It was that simple. The walked across the slightly darkened floor of the arena and headed for the stairs, hand in hand. Rachel was like a little kid in the big city for the first time, trying to see everything he'd described to her through his eyes. As they reached the stairs, Jeff pointed up to the mezzanine. "There it is. Rachel Land." It was his nickname for this location. "Shall we?" She nodded in approval and raced up the stairs. Jeff was surprised by this and quickly followed. He was treated to an amazing view of her naked ass as she bounced up the steps. She slowed halfway up, not sure where to go when Jeff caught up and took her by the hand again. She was so turned on by this little romantic gesture. He always talked about holding hands with her. They reached the mezzanine and stood quietly for a moment. "Well, what do you think?" he asked. "What do I think? I love it. It's secluded yet right out in the open. It's perfect," she said, leaning in to kiss him. Jeff sat down on the arm of one of the lounge chairs and pulled her onto his lap as their tongues began another intimate dance together. She searched his out and began to suck on it, the intensity of the action knocking Jeff off the arm of the chair and onto the seat. She followed in a heap onto his lap. She smiled again and began nuzzling his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands were warm as they lingered on his buttons. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and now it was his turn to tilt his head back and moan. Rachel giggled again and brought her lips to his sensitive nipples. He told her how much he liked having his nipples licked and bitten. She was about to see the real deal. When Rachel's tongue first touched his right nipple, he thought he'd implode. The slightest touch and it was liked he was hooked up to jumper cables. Tingling waves of pleasure shot through his body. Rachel licked and nipped at his nipples and began massaging his hard cock through his khakis. His assessment of himself was accurate, to say the least. When she asked how big he was, he told her about 7 1/2 inches long and about 4 or 5 inches around. She always appreciated honesty in her lovers. Now she was about to show him how appreciative she was. Rachel stood up and pushed him back in the chair. He began to protest but shut his piehole in a hurry when she began to unbuckle his belt. She undid the button and then unzipped his khakis. She was greeted with a hard cock pulsing beneath a pair dark blue silk boxers. She cooed in approval. She slid his pants down around his ankles and reached inside his boxers for his cock. She pulled it out and admired it. A glistening drop of precum shone from the tip. She reached down with her tongue and touched the tip to his tip. The droplet became a string and was soon connected between her tongue and his cock. Jeff was ready to explode. All the while, Rachel gazed into his eyes with unabashed lust. She had wanted him from the first moments she had chatted with him and was not to be denied. "What a beautiful cock you have here, my love," she told him and she lightly pumped his shaft up and down. "You are too good to be true," she said, before swallowing the head and swirling her tongue around the tip. Jeff clawed at the arms of his chair as his goddess worshipped him with her tongue. She sought out the slit in the tip to draw more precum out. "He has to taste as good as he looks," she thought to herself. She was right as she tasted his sticky nectar. Rachel continued swirling her tongue around his cock, slowly pumping it with her right hand and gazing lustily into his eyes. She was making love to him with her tongue and he was in heaven. He also knew if she kept this up, he'd cum in an instant. As much as he hated to do it, he pushed her away. He wanted to cum inside her slick naked pussy for their first time together. Rachel looked surprised as his cock popped out of her mouth. He just tilted his head toward the railing of the mezzanine and she immediately got the message. Rachel clambored over to the railing and hiked her skirt over her ass. She turned to look at Jeff over her shoulder. Her eyed beckoned him to come closer. Jeff tore off his shirt and approached his lover from behind. "Tell me what you want, baby," he growled into her ear. "I want your cock inside me. I need your big cock in my pussy right now." she purred back at him. He took his cock and guided it between her naked pussy lips. He was conflicted about whether to slam his entire length deep inside her or slowly ease himself in, an inch at a time. He chose the former. Rachel was so wet he slid in without a problem. Not only was she wet, but she was tight. Amazingly tight. After his initial lunge inside her, he remained motionless for a moment, his cock buried in his lover to the hilt. He wanted to savor the sensation of her for as long as he could. "Come on baby, fuck me," she almost whined, moving her hips back and forth. "I want to feel you ramming in and out of me." Never being one to need an engraved invitation, Jeff complied with his young lover's request. He took hold of her hips and began pistoning in out of her hot, slippery pussy. "Yeah, that's it," Rachel said as she gripped the railing tightly. "I've been dreaming about this for so long. Make me cum, Jeff. Make me cum." Jeff's hips and cock became a blur as he rammed in and out his lover as fast as he could. He thought he'd pass out from the sensations. But she was his dream girl and he was going to do everything he could to make this right for both of them. He slowed his pace and reached around to massage her clit with his fingers as he continued gliding in and out of her. She pushed back against him to push him even deeper inside. They could hear his balls slapping against her ass as the moved together. "Oh baby...your fingers...your cock.....I'm gonna," she tried to warn him of her impending orgasm but the words didn't make it out in time. She cried out and pushed hard against him again, head thrown back in pleasure. "Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," she exalted. That was it. He could hold back no more. Jeff felt the rush of his orgasm begin deep inside him and didn't want to wait any more. He pumped inside his lover as hard as he could, grunting with animalistic force as the surge moved toward the tip of his cock. He grunted and groaned as his cock erupted inside her, blasting her pussy with wave after wave of cum. The force and intensity of his orgasm surprised him and he thought he was going to pass out. When he finally stopped cumming, Jeff was able to back up to one of the chairs in a sweaty, hyperventilating heap. Rachel, who had finally regained her composure from her own orgasm, looked over she shoulder at her lover and smiled. She went to him and sat on his lap and kissed him long and deep. "Thank you, baby. I was worried you'd be angry with me surprising you like this. I'm glad you're not," Rachel said between kisses. "How could I be angry after a greeting like this?" he asked her. And at that moment, he knew, she was the one. The Arrival Kat stood at the door of her house waiting on her mom to pick her up and carry her to the train station. She surveyed her bags and did a mental check list for the hundredth time of their contents. Leaning against the doorjamb her fingers lifted to the collar around her throat subconsciously and rubbed it gently. A honk from the driveway startled her from her revelry and she quickly gathered her things, locked the door behind her and walked out to the car. "Hi Mom. Thanks for taking me to the train today." She said and smiled at her mom after placing her bags in the back. "It's alright, I don't mind. I'll miss you while you're gone but I know you will enjoy the time away." She answered fondly and pulled out of the driveway. The ride to the train station was done in moderate silence with only the oldies rock from the radio to break the silence. When they arrived and Kat had picked up her ticket and found her way to the right platform she turned and smiled at her mom. The two embraced with a tight hug and her mother kissed her on the cheek. "You'll call me when you arrive? Don't forget now." Her mother asked with a worried expression. "Yes Mom, I will call and even if I don't you'll call me!" She answered with a laugh. Both women chuckled at that and knew that it was more than true. Kat picked up her bags and with one more farewell smile to her mom she boarded the Amtrak train and found her seat. Stowing her bags she got comfortable and pulled out her book. This would be nice. There would be peace and quiet to read by and lovely countryside to look at when her eyes needed a break. After the train had been on the way for half an hour she picked up her purse and made her way to the lavatory compartment. If she hadn't had her chin to her chest the red blush flushing across her cheeks would have been quite noticeable. Once in the small closet she did her personal business and flushed it away. Putting the seat down she sat and left her panties down around her ankles. From the bottom of her purse she pulled out her small finger vibe. Master had been clear on his instructions. He told her once every half hour to go into the bathroom and bring herself near to orgasm but not climax. She was not permitted that until she was with him that evening. Slipping the small white finger-like vibrator into her she stroked a few times and started rubbing against her clit. It was a strain to keep quiet so those on the other side of that thin door would not hear and wonder about the activities of the woman within. Within a couple minutes she felt her climax nearing it's peak. Oh god, she begged, to just push it a little and over the edge it would go. She bit her bottom lip hard and nearly drew blood. No, she would do this. She would be obedient. Flicking the vibrator off and sliding it out she rinsed it in the sink as well as her fingers. After it was tucked away in her purse and her dress adjusted once more she made her way back to her seat. Picking up her novel she settled back in to read. She repeated this seven times during her trip. Each time she returned from the lavatory her eyes were a bit more glazed, her skin more flushed and her heart racing faster than a small rabbit. It was no wonder when the train finally pulled in she was one of the first out of her seat and making her way to the platform. She looked around for him, a glimmer of worry for an instant that he might not be there. She chased that away quickly knowing he would move heaven and hell to meet her train. A body pressed against her from behind and strong arms slipped around her waist. She felt his chin against her cheek and in his gentle voice he spoke in her ear. "Hello my lovely kat, how beautiful you are and how pleased I am to see you and hold you once again." He spoke this and then turned her to face him and hugged her again even tighter than the first. She laid her cheek against his massive chest and closed her eyes in contentment. Murmuring her response quietly, she said, "Thank you, Master." He collected her bags and stowed them in the back of his SUV. On the way to the restaurant to have supper they chatted about her trip on the train and the wedding she'd attended the day before. It was marvelous to be together again and the ease that was between them fell in place as if they had never been apart these past few weeks. They arrived at the restaurant and were seated quickly. The waitress took their order for drinks and vanished for a few minutes to fill the order. Master leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "Go to the ladies room my lovely kat and remove your panties. Come back and have a seat but be sure you set your very lovely bottom bare on your chair." Kat dipped her head down and a familiar blush spread across her cheeks. She nodded silently and slipped out of her chair and walked slowly toward the ladies room. Halfway across the room she lifted her head and forced herself to not blush further. At their table she knew he had seen her lift her head and carry herself as he wished with her head up and proud of who she was. In the bathroom she quickly used the facilities, removed her white panties and put them in her purse. The walk back to their table was made with her head held high despite the cool breeze that now slipped between her bare mound and thighs. She smiled at him as she took her seat and carefully arranged her dress so that it was not between her bare bottom and the wooden chair. As she browsed the menu her Master stroked her thigh gently making it very hard to concentrate long enough to select something to eat. He withdrew his hand as the waiter approached again and took their order. No sooner had the young man withdrew she felt his hand once more on her thigh, stroking softly up and down again and again. Each time going higher until his knuckles grazed the soft hair of her mound and she bit her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. The next upward movement brought his fingers in contact and he used this moment to slip into her and in that moment she was sure she would slip right out of her chair and melt there on the floor. Her master stroked her chin and cheeks smiling at her while doing all these delightful things with his other hand beneath her skirt. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply and let his tongue plunder her lips and mouth much the same as his fingers did to her pussy beneath her skirt. The waiter soon brought their food to the table and they began to eat. All through supper her Master engaged her in conversation about what had happened with her since they were last together. During their conversation his fingers teased and stroked her over and over, stopping and starting. When dinner was over and the check was paid he walked her out to his truck. As she stepped into it his hand raised the back of her skirt so that again she sat bare-bottomed on the seat. It was nearly dark on the drive back to his apartment. Dark enough she hoped no one who passed saw that her skirt was up to her hips and her pussy bare. Her Master's hand teasing and stroking and occasionally delivering a couple firm swats to the sensitive lips. He would have her moaning and writhing and feeling so close and then stop so that she got close to climax over and over but not allowing her that release. In the parking lot of the apartment he pulled her luggage from the back of the SUV and walked up the stairs to his place. She trailed behind him a bit slowly, her knees somewhat wobbly and thighs sticky with evidence of her state of arousal. He unlocked the door and set her bag inside and turned to watch her approach the threshold of his house. "Kat," he said in a strong voice yet strained with his own aroused state, "enter here and present yourself as you should always be in my presence." She looked around and hoped the neighbor was already in bed or not home that night. Quickly she tugged her bra unhooked and slipped her arms from it. Next was her shirt and skirt. Taking a deep breath and looking around one more time for observers she shed her clothes and stepped into her Master's home. Her pillow was there in the floor center of the room and she crossed to it and kneeled with her knees wide apart, her back arched and leaning back on her feet. Her palms were up on her legs and her eyes were downcast. He approached behind and she felt the cold steel of her collar around her throat. A moment later it clicked as he locked it into place. His hand was gentle and strong on the back of her neck as he guided her down to the floor. She reached her arms behind her and crossed her wrists. He quickly double looped them with his binding cord and sat back to admire her. "Count for me kat." He instructed just before the first contact of his hand with her bare cheek. "One, thank you Master." She counted. "Two, thank you Master." She counted on. He gave her in all twenty-four and for each she counted and thanked him. There was one for every day they'd been apart and she had not been present to serve and please him. It was his way of saying how much he'd missed her and how pleased he was she was once more in her place. On the last stroke his hand slid down between her lips and met the warm wet state her pussy was in. "My kat has a slave's heat, does she not?" he asked. "Yes, Master." She managed to answer. "Does my kat wish her Master to use her slave's heat to please himself?" he asked her as his two fingers slipped inside her. "Yes, please Master." She pleaded from her bound position, writhing and wiggling in need. "Beg for use, my lovely slave." His voice reached her ears through the turmoil his hand was causing between her legs. "Master, this girl begs for you use." She groveled and mewed pleading with her voice and her body for him to take her and use her until he was sated. His cock slamming into her took the breath from her lungs. His hand wrapped in her hair and pulled him to her as he set his rhythm. This was what she'd begged for and this was what he gave her. When after several minutes of pounding into her hard and fast he came with a loud moan and cried out her name. She squeezed him tightly with the muscles of her pussy and milked his cock until there wasn't a drop of cum left. She whimpered when he withdrew from her and she wished more than anything they could always be joined and be one. He pushed her over on her side and lifted her head to his cock. He lips closed around the purplish head and sucked him into her mouth. In a few minutes she had licked and sucked him clean of both of their juices and he pulled away from her lips. Looking down at her he smiled and stroked her hair softly. As he stood and walked into the other room she wondered what the week would bring. The sticky cum on her thighs and sting on her ass were a good start to what would be a very exciting time. The Arrival Rachel awoke on the morning of her Master's arrival, nervous and worried about how he'd perceive the state of both her and her flat, struggling to get out of the comfortable warmth of her bed, which felt so massive with just her in it she went and started to run a bath to start the preparation for the day ahead... Getting the oils ready she started running a bath, a nice hot one, to soak away and nerves and lingering depression she'd been feeling. This morning was about making her body smell nice, smooth and sexy. She'd enjoy it, she knew. She knew he would appreciate it too. The bath run and ready, testing the temperature she got in, feeling the warmth envelope her and relaxing she settled in to soak. After a short time she started to prepare her body, by first shaving all the body hair she could manage smooth, making sure her legs would be smooth and silky in the stockings she knew he loved. Finally washing her hair and making sure it smelled lovely she washed herself down, making sure she was clean between her legs ready for him later. Getting out of the bath and drying off, she wrapped her warm dressing gown around herself and went to relax with a cup of tea before getting on with tidying the flat prior to his arrival later that afternoon. Relaxing with a cup of tea she started to think of what lay ahead, smiling at the thoughts that came to mind. The next few days would be fun and interesting she was sure. Thinking about what lay ahead for her she felt herself tingling and getting moist. Shaking herself out of her daydream she got up and started to get on with making sure the flat was tidy. It wouldn't do for him to get back to her flat with her only to find it a mess, he'd surely be cross with that and she'd get a stern telling off she was sure. Satisfied that she'd done as much as was possible in the time left, she went to get herself ready according to his instructions. He'd specified stockings and suspenders, he loved them, which was fortunate as she did too, very much so. She hated tights with a passion, but stockings had an alluring feel that made her feel sexy. She adored her legs being stroked when she wore stockings, second only to the feel of being stroked when wearing latex she found. He also preferred her to wear skirts, so she had selected a long velvet skirt, very soft and lovely to stroke, she felt he'd like that. She would finish it off with a pair of boots, a nice sexy bra and a jumper to keep her warm. Having got the clothes she'd wear to meet him ready, she went to brush her hair and make sure it was nicely presented, before moving onto her makeup. She didn't wear makeup very often, whether out of laziness or depression or both she couldn't remember, but she wanted to take the time to make a bit of an effort for him, she felt he'd like that. It was very important to her that he liked how she was presented. Choosing a cherry coloured lipstick with some lip gloss and some subtle red and violet eye shadow. She then painted her nails to a close match to the lipstick and satisfied went and checked the bedroom was suitably tidy and ready, she was sure she'd spend time there tonight and the rest of the weekend to come... At approximately two PM her phone buzzed, it was her Master, he was nearing his destination and would be there soon. She raced around doing a final inspection of the flat. It would have to do, it was too late to do anymore now. She got herself dressed, made sure everything looked right, zipping her boots on, she grabbed her coat, bag and keys and headed to her car, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. She got in, and started her car, willing it to coax into life. The car started and ready she headed to the station to await her Master's arrival. She waited in her car in the station car park till her Master sent her a message telling her his train had arrived. She got out, locked the car and headed to wait for him in the station concourse. Shaking slightly with nerves as she waited she finally spotted him. Her heart racing she walked towards him slowly, hugging him tightly, allowing him to feel her bum through her coat and skirt, knowing that he'd feel she had only a suspender belt and no panties on. Knowing that made her feel moist between her legs, it wasn't something she usually did, but knowing he had ordered her not to wear panties excited her. He kissed her, gently but passionately, she felt herself relax into it and then led him to her car. Directing him to her car, she felt excited knowing what was ahead. They got in, before she could start the car he was on her, stroking her hair, kissing her and feeling up the inside of her thigh, feeling the stockings underneath the velvet. She felt herself getting turned on and very moist, but knew her feelings couldn't be satiated here in a public car park in the middle of the day. He decided they should go do a little shopping prior to heading back to hers, so she drove to the car park nearer town, and chose the one under the cinema, so the option was there to catch a film later if the fancy took him. He'd decided he wanted to get her a nice blouse and some nice panties, so she led him to various places, feeling excited all the time, with a touch of nerves all the same. Satisfied with the purchases, he decided it was time to get sometime to drink and eat, they headed to a little cafe to get a cup of tea to chat, him knowing full well she was wearing no panties as he smiled at her. She felt herself eager to get somewhere secluded and ask him to fuck her, she was feeling so horny, but here wouldn't do. Every time he touched her, she felt an electric shock between her legs fire it felt like. They decided to then catch a film, she knew he'd want to sit in the back row and feel her up, she felt excited and nervous by the prospect. Such things were so new to her, but she'd dreamed of them for years. As the film ran, he stroked her legs, reaching under her skirt and stroking the tops of her stockings underneath, stroking her inner thighs, he could feel the moistness as he got so near, she was desperate for him to touch her pussy, but knew he wouldn't, not yet. Squirming in her seat, he took her hand and placed it in his trousers, directing her to feel his penis, erect and ready, stroking it gently she could feel he was excited as she was. He stroked her hair and neck, stroking her breasts underneath her jumper, pinching her nipples gently through her bra. She was feeling more and more turned on, her focus on the film forgotten. He kissed her passionately and deeply, probing with his tongue, as she continued to explore with her hand in his trousers. After the film ended, she walked, a little unsteady now due to his stimulation back to the car with him, getting in, he grabbed her hair and pulled her in for a snog again. She felt really turned on by his forcefulness and gave into his passionate snog. He directed her to drive to her place. Feeling herself shake a little, she breathed deeply and steadied herself. Crashing her car with him in it really wouldn't do! Arriving back at her place took only about 5 or 10 minutes, as she didn't live very far from the city centre, but far enough away to keep it nicely at bay and still be close enough to head to other places easily. She lead him upstairs and into her kitchen, taking her coat off and taking his and hanging them up. She offered him a drink, but before she got a reply he was groping and snogging her and she felt powerless to stop him, and loved it she found. He probed with his hand into her groin first on top of her skirt, then inside it. He could tell how moist she was. He lifted her jumper off, as she directed him into the living room to the sofa. He was admiring her breasts held firmly in her bra, he told her to take her boots and skirt off so he could admire her in just bra, stockings and suspenders. She complied slowly, wiggling her bum at him as she lowered her skirt, dancing a little for him, enjoying it. She sensed he was enjoying it too. He directed her to kneel before him, and as she did so, unzipped his trousers, exposing his throbbing cock. He told her to suck it, when she hesitated he grabbed her hair and pushed her face to his cock. She stroked it at first with her fingers, feeling it throbbing and then started to lick it, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently at first, then with more force and licking the tip of his cock with her tongue as she did so, nibbling a little too. He was definitely excited now. He was running his hands through her hair, and she was enjoying it too. After a time, he pulled her off of his cock, and she gasped for air just enough to breathe before he lifted her up to snog her again. After that he told her to lead her to her bedroom. Taking him by the hand she led him upstairs to her bedroom. He told her to lay down on the bed, as she did so he could see her bum cheeks exposed to him. He spanked her gently, she jumped at the shock of it at first, but enjoyed it the more he spanked her. He then grabbed her wrists, placing cuffs on each one in turn, and then tied her to the bed with rope. She tested her new bonds, unable to escape, she felt turned on by it. Finally he blindfolded her. He continued to spank her, she felt her buttocks getting warmer with each successive spank. Then he started to run his hands across her buttocks and down her thighs. Probing with his fingers he reached under and felt her wet pussy, the touch made her gasp. He then started to flog her buttocks, gently at first, she loved being flogged, he then flogged her shoulders a bit, being careful not to hit her lower back as he knew she hated that due to her back problems. He ran his fingers down her spine, and she felt herself tingling at his touch. He continued to flog her until she felt her shoulders and buttocks were very warm. The sound intensified by her being blindfolded. She wondered idly between thwacks what the neighbours might possibly think, then she realised she didn't really give a damn what they thought, she was enjoying herself, others be damned she thought! She felt him move away again, rubbing her buttocks with his hand, pinching the warm patches where he'd spanked and flogged her buttocks. Sensing she'd started to relax he spanked her hard, she yelped with surprise at the force of the spank and the pain. But despite yelping he knew she loved it, he knew she was a pain slut and craved pain. She next felt the sharp slap as he hit her with the tawse, the thud as the twin strips of tough leather hit her buttocks felt deafening to her ears, her hearing as with her touch heightened by the lack of ability to hear. She did so love sensory deprivation. Then he hit her with it again, harder this time, she felt a muttered "bastard" escape her lips, he spanked her hard for that, but she didn't care she loved it all the same. He then undid the rope holding her in place and turned her over and re-tied the rope, once again holding her in position on her back this time. As he did so she felt him grab one of her breasts painfully, pinching the nipple, she moaned softly, and he did it again, directing her to moan louder for him, she complied, feeling herself get more moist all the time. He then ran his hands around her chest, across both breasts, pausing before trailing them gently over her erect nipples, she moaned each time he touched her now very sensitive nipples. He continued to run his hands over her body, stroking her neck and running his hands through her hair. Her sense of touch heightened by her inability to see due to the blindfold he'd put on her. She felt his hands stop and then heard him move away, she wondered what he was up to now. Uncertain she wriggled around a bit, but couldn't hear him, he was being silent. Then suddenly he touched her pussy, which had been aching and getting more moist with every touch of her body. He gently probed her clitoris, stroking it, then worked his fingers towards her vagina, probing the entrance gently, stroking her from vagina to clitoris with his hands. All this time she was squirming and moaning. He then whispered in her ear "do you want me to make you cum?" nodding desperately as she so wanted the release orgasm would give her. He said then "well you'll have to wait a while longer". Frustrated she gyrated her hips to push against his probing hands more, trying desperately to make his touch harder and more forceful. He resisted, she heard him laugh softly. He then walked away again, for several minutes, although with the blind fold on she was sure it felt like hours the room was silent as she lay there squirming, silently begging for him to finish her off. She then heard a noise she couldn't at first place, then it came closer, then she realised he'd found one of her vibrators, it was buzzing, he ran it along her skin, across her nipples, she moaned as the vibrations went through her erect nipples. She could hear the buzzing, she was silently begging for him to take it to her clitoris. But he didn't, instead teasing her he ran it along her skin some more. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. Finally he touched it gently to her pussy, near yet so far from her clitoris, she moved her hips trying to get it to touch her clitoris, but he resisted and ran it gently across the opening of her vagina, she squirmed with the excitement and frustration. Then she heard the noise stop. He whispered in her ear "do you want me to fuck you?" she nodded, "beg then, slut" he responded with. She hated begging, he knew it, but she desperately wanted him to fuck her, she needed the release. So she complied, begging him to bend her over and fuck her bum, she loved anal sex, and he also knew this. He took her blindfold off and undid the rope and directed her to place a condom on his throbbing cock, she did so, gently stroking it as she did so. He then told her to rub lubricant on it, she again complied. Then she put some on her bum, and directed him towards her bum. Gently he probed her bum with his cock, at first probing the edge and then finally entering her, he pushed gently at first, building up intensity and then she felt him enter her fully, felt his cock inside her, she gasped, and moaned aloud. He was then thrusting in and out of her, she loving it, he then groped her wet pussy with one hand, finally touching her throbbing clitoris, rubbing it first gently, then harder and harder. She felt herself build in excitement, enjoying the dual sensation of cock in her bum and fingers on her clitoris. She could feel an orgasm build inside her, she was so close, just a little more. Then he slowed down, and she gasped with frustration as she was so close to orgasm she so desperately craved. Then he thrust his cock into her bum harder and harder, until finally, she was overcome by a massive orgasm, moaning loudly with the feeling of bliss that overtook her body, her buttocks clenching her pussy gushing as she came all over his hand still on her clitoris. She rocked with the strength of the orgasm. And then feeling exhausted flopped onto the bed, him still with his cock in her bum. Finally she'd had the orgasm she'd so craved all day and evening. He carried on fucking her till he too was spent, she was only partially aware of his presence, as spaced out by the power of her orgasm as she was. Then she was laying on her side, being cuddled and held by him. She felt so safe and warm and protected. Smiling at him, kissing him gently she fell asleep in his arms... ...Only to wake with a start when he zapped her with the violet want, gently running it through her hair and down her back to her now warm buttocks, tracing with it along her legs. She yelped with surprise as he rolled her over and touched her nipples with it. The shock tingling along her skin, intensified as he kissed her holding the contact probe in his hand. He then touched it gently to her clitoris, which was wet and sore from the actions of earlier, and it made her jump and yelp in surprise as he finally turned it off and told it was told for her to sleep, holding her in his arms she again fell asleep, a contented smile upon her face. TO BE CONTINUED...? The Arrival I wore a form fitting black leather 'coat style' dress, many shiny black buttons lay in line from breast to thigh, waist nipped in tight with belt and silver buckle. The hem cut to just above the knee, the intention was to disguise what lay beneath. Black 'ultra' shine, tight thigh high boots. To the initiated the heel was a giveaway though. Far too high to be fashionable, far too high to carry me at a reasonable pace. Just a glimpse and they screamed "SEX WALKING!" Platinum blonde hair straightened within an inch of its life falls loosely forward around my face, down my back. I had dusted my eyes with grey charcoal giving me that already half way to oblivion look... It's been almost 30 years since we last laid eyes on each other, and I had only known you for a moment. Looking to the timepiece on my wrist confirms the arrival of your flight. A trembling hand is quickly shoved it into my pocket and I clench my fist tightly trying to fight the fear and anticipation. 20 minutes since you landed on the same ground these boots are treading. And there you are, just as suddenly as you disappeared all those years ago, moving without any doubt toward me. I am aware of the stares I have been getting from lonely business men waiting for their next connection and their disapproving wives who have been mocking my poor attempt at disguise. It only serves to heighten my desire, my thirst as you begin to close the gap. The power you hold over me, the spell you placed on me, pulls me to you like earth to moon. I try desperately to keep my eyes downcast, the first and most basic rule but I can't take them off you. You are everything to me at this moment, and my flesh is yours, to use as you wish. As if in stop motion I reach my hand into the décolletage of my outfit and pull out the lead I have attached to the collar you own. I can hear the gasps and sense the outrage of the onlookers in my peripheral vision as the true nature of my neckwear is revealed. I don't care and feel absolute pleasure and purpose as I place the end into your powerful outstretched hand. I feel the air around us hanging thick with envy, envy directed toward you as those businessmen hiding in the pretence of outrage wish they were you. God they want what you have, but have no notion of how to find it. Futile glances expose their frustration as there is simply no opportunity to ask. Without a spoken word you roll the excess lead around the palm of your hand and walk on past me pulling me along behind you, my steps short, quick, dangerous considering the height those boots have elevated me to. Down the travelator, a brief reprieve. You pull me along faster none the less and turn sharply diverting us into the men's room. "What the fuck are you thinking?" as you propel me toward the basin. You stare into me with hard Northern European eyes. I look pleadingly into them searching for an answer, chest heaving up and down with fear and lust and then I realise dropping my gaze. I'm double guessing myself have I made a mistake? Have I misunderstood our commitment, you my Master, me your whore. Was this a false move on my part? I must keep my eyes off you. "Get your fucking legs spread slut! NOW!!" you kick my heels apart and grab at the belt and buckle of the dress pulling it hard and fast through the loops then throwing it to the floor. Your cruel hands grasp either side of the fabric opening around my knees and with an almighty yank you tear upward causing the buttons to fly off in every direction, bouncing across the floor, pinging into the basins, rolling under cubicle doors. My eyes divert quickly to the last button as it rolls painfully, slowy to a stop. Silence. And there I am. Naked but for those tight thigh high ultra shine black boots, collar and lead......just made for cumming. I quickly drop into first position onto my knees legs apart by 30 cm, palms outwardly showing resting on my thighs, eyes downcast. Waiting. The silence is broken by "Second slut!!" Moving my hips forward, hands and fingers are laced behind my neck which exposes my body fully to you, and to who ever may walk into the men's room. My breasts, my ass, and my quivering pussy out on parade. I am panting now with a potent mixture of fear and complete and utter lust and desire. You take a deep breath while staring me down and then chuckle to yourself. "Let me look at that landing strip you have there pet, you know the one! We've discussed this before on chat. I am going to have to make certain you've followed my requests." Oh God! I brace myself as hands and fingers just brushing the cold porcelain basin keep me focussed. The space around me caves in, legs spread in obedience, as your face descends. "The shape is true to what I asked for pet and I can see that you have reduced the length by one third." You dust the tip of your forefinger against the grain. 1 cm just as you asked, soft yet neat. I feel a small stream of wetness slowly slip down the inside of my thigh. You miss nothing and quickly your finger catches it. You look up at me with a beautiful smile and say "Happy Pet?' I nod, as I fall fast into sub space, floating along now on zero atmosphere until I focus quickly on your face again which is now an inch away from mine. I come rushing back to the here and now dropping my eyes downward as you push your finger roughly into my mouth. "Taste yourself pet, I know you love that." I suck on your finger tasting a little salt mixed with a lot of sex. It feels so good to have you there, your breath on my face, your eyes seeking answers, demanding actions. "Third position NOW!" You bark and I feel the cold floor press to my cheek, nipples hard at the shock of the cold tile beneath them and cunt stretching as my hands pull my ass apart just as you demand. " You do know how fucking sexy you are right now My whore don't you? You want my cock so deep in you now taking you harder and harder, fucking your hole so fast you squeal!! But that is not what I have in mind for you my slut pet. Not now any way. Up you get fucktoy." I release my cheeks and scramble to standing position eyes downcast, an opportunity to catch a glimpse of your hard cock outline in your pants. That is all I want and need. To know that my Master is pleased with what he see's. I stamp my heel down hard on the ground as the chemicals in my brain start to seduce me. The noise reverberates inside the empty shell of the men's room. You grab me roughly by the shoulders swinging me around so that you are now leaning with your back to the basin. "Settle pet! Well my slut you are a good girl and very lucky. Master approves of your little runway and will be coming in for a landing. Why don't you open those knees as wide as you can for me and bend your legs whore, get your face into the cockpit. NOW!!" and I want to see you playing with your clit whore, you need to cum hard when i say so..........You know the words" I drop and desperately pull your belt and buckle loose, zip down, your handsome hard on bounces out to greet me. "Fucking Hell, you've gotta come check this out!!!" Spit flys from his mouth, hand slamming down on the desk. " You will not fucking believe what's going on in the men's!" His voice rises to a crescendo with the merriment of it. The other two guards rush to the monitors. "She's squatting, knees spread wide you see? Fuck me those boots are made for fucking. Oh my God!!! She's taking his cock down deep into her throat and look, just look at her playing with herself, can you see that?!!!" Jesus fucking horny Christ! Check him out not blinking a fucking eye, it's as though he's out for fucking lunch, too busy feeding his whore to worry about what's on his own plate...lucky, lucky fucking guy!!!!" They all laugh and pat each other on the back as they gather around to witness the action. My head is there, mouth around your cock, knees spread and hands playing fitfully with my clit as I do so. I have dreamed about this for hours, days even! and now I'm here feeling the heat of your shaft rubbing up and down against the insides of my cheeks. My mouth watering at the delectable taste forcing me to swallow hard around it, forehead and nose pressed hard into your belly as I take you deeper. I moan softly knowing that you can feel a vibe through your cock when I do, but also because I can't help myself. As you get harder in my mouth, I get wetter, my snatch dripping now with extreme pleasure. I pull harder using tight suction and my lips to create a seal, up and down and can feel your buttocks clench as you begin to exercise the need to control. I slide off the end of your cock and pause as I see the first droplet appear and look, tightly focussing on it, slowly poking my tongue out meaning to collect it from the tip. I hold it out almost touching the drop so you can see the taste buds quiver with expectation, but not close enough to break the sphere...water droplets of saliva collecting at the back of my throat, I hold, Hold, Hold, and then you realise that I have gone. I am out on the precipice about to fall, the synapses in my brain darting backward and forward confused as to which physical reaction needs to be obeyed first, tongue or clit. You pull my hair, then bring me back sharply with fingernails of thumb and index finger like pincers on my right nipple. I blink in confusion, pausing for half a second and begin to dart my tongue around the head of your cock collecting the droplet that warns of the torrent to come. You pull away pushing my head to one side, twirling the blonde hair around your finger and rest your cock over my shoulder with two hard tugs you spill, emitting large spurts of glowing hot cum down my back. The security guards mesmerised by the events, slowly turn to look at each other in disbelief mouths hanging open and their own cocks turning hard while watching your ass clench tightly as you cum. Breathing hard, you trace your finger through the sticky stream and drag it down my spine leaving a glistening trail behind it. Lower and lower slowly disappearing into my crack and forcing your fingers deeply and harshly into my cunt. " Now My Pet." With that I shudder with huge force as you allow me to fall fast into the abyss of an earth shattering orgasm. I scream much louder than my lungs will allow....a silent scream. Panting hard now and butt on the floor, legs splayed out in those boots at odd angles you lift me like a rag doll, hands under my arms to the basin, turn me around to face the mirror and tell me that the plane is about to arrive. Slam!!! I feel your cock, which has not quite finished its business park itself inside me letting go of the cargo it hadn't yet unloaded. I hear you growl from a place deep inside as you flow, your teeth grabbing hold of the skin on my neck. You look at me in the mirror panting under the weight of you witnessing our first true fuck in thirty years. "look at me Pet" you say and I lift my eyes to finally see your face. A smile so beautiful, so satisfied. "What the fuck were you thinking wearing those whore boots to meet me slut? Do you see what they made Me do?" as you pick up a button from the basin and roll it around between your fingers" You bend down and pick up the belt sliding it through the loops of my coat dress, buckling it up pulling the leather across my exposed flesh. Pulling your pants up you grab your own belt and feed it through the loops of your trousers. It doesn't go unnoticed by you that I can't keep my eyes off it. Taking a firm hold of the leash you walk me out into the sunshine. Master and his slutpet whore proceed to the waiting car. You settle into the driver seat, I slide into the passenger seat. "Push the seat back pet, take off that belt and get that left heel up onto the dashboard where I can see it. Do not wear heels like that around your Master unless he can use them. Ok pet, do you understand?" I nod and obey lifting my left heel to the dash exposing my pussy to you as we move. Heading out to the exit the boom is raised at the pay booth despite the fact that we haven't paid. It's a little strange so you slow to ask "why the free park?" Bending his head down and out of the glass window that is his 'office' he catches a glimpse of me with my heel up high and dress laying open, he simply replies, " Security says you're a man who obviously gets what he wants, would you like a free pass today sir?" You nod smiling and accelerate out. Turning toward me you say "where next Pet? 30 years of catch up awaits us." The Arrival: Let... The Arrival: Let The Games Begin Eric and Tamara were married. Unfortunately it wasn't to each other. Fate brought them together. And love and their hunger for variety brought them closer. Their appetites for sexual fulfillment were unquenchable. Thus, their desires for each other grew stronger every day. They tried new things constantly, the bolder the more exciting. It was this thirst for new adventure that kept their excitement at a peak. And it is Tamara's insistence on leading Eric to new and bolder situations where our story begins. Tamara was in her mid-thirties. Caught in a relationship that proved futile, she set out to conquer boredom and fate handed her Eric, another casualty of a relationship missing key ingredients. Together they discovered romance, lust and adventure. "Honey. I'm flying into town tomorrow. My flight arrives at 4:20. Can you pick me up?" Tamara had a habit of planning spontaneous trips and this was no exception. She loved surprising Eric and he loved to drop everything for another visit from his lover. She knew he was in a position to drop everything for a weekend of crazed sex and tender romance. And he didn't disappoint. "Sure baby," Eric replied on the other end of the line. "I'll be there with bells on and a hard cock." Eric, approaching those middle age years where men question their sexual prowess, was always shocked at how Tamara's sexual appetite kept him young at heart and able to keep up with her energetic pace. 4:20 arrived and the flight was on schedule. Tamara gathered her bags and met Eric with a deep kiss and a hug that would definitely be classified as bearish. He grabbed the larger of the 2 bags and commented on her flight attire. A short skirt and low cut top showed off her finer points and to top it all off, Tamara leaned into Eric's ear and whispered, "Honey, I shed my panties 20 minutes ago." This single comment caused the blood in Eric's body to reposition itself, resulting in his cock to grow exponentially and threaten to break from his pants by itself. Expectations grew as Eric's Chevy Blazer came into view. As the bags dropped and Eric's key turned in the lock, Tamara took this opportunity to let her hand snake between his legs and cup his crotch. "Baby, I've missed you so much." Was her throaty comment as she turned Eric around, planted a deep kiss and pushed her tongue past his lips. Eric's hands dropped below her hemline and worked up under her skirt. Standing behind the open passenger door they were hidden from view by all but the most curious of passerby, most of who were oblivious to the growing passion in the airport lot. Squeezing her ass cheeks and wandering to the front of her thighs, his hands stroked that erogenous part of her inner thigh and slowly worked up to her freshly shaven mound. As his fingers found that moist fold where Tamara's wetness began, she moaned softly, readjusted her stance and spread her legs oh so slightly. Kissing him deeply she felt his fingers stroke a few times then enter her. Just a bit at first then deeper, one finger then 2 and then 3. Oh, she was so wet and as his fingers spread slightly she gasped at how full she felt. "Release me." Eric pleaded as Tamara's hands continued to play with his still entrapped cock. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper as her mind still played homage to their interlocked tongues. Finally she was rewarded with a hot, throbbing cock that felt so wanting of her grip. She slowly stroked his shaft, the pre-cum running over her fingers as her pussy relished in the deep strokes of a 3 finger massage. She maneuvered herself around and bent forward grabbing the passenger seat of the Blazer. Spreading her legs she growled, "Fuck me hard baby! I want you now! I cant wait a second longer." With a single stroke he was inside, pumping furiously, hands grabbing her tits as she pushed back towards him. Fingers splayed and palms flat she pushed against the seat to meet his powerful thrusts, balls slapping her ass as his long deep strokes seemed to find the ends of the depths of her wet hole. Throwing her head back she moaned. Eric pushed into her hard. Long strokes that found their limits deep and pulled back until just the tip of his cock head was still inside her. Then back to the end of his shaft in one smooth and powerful stroke. As always they were overcome by the time between their visits and the first fuck was always fast, hard and quick. Lovemaking was reserved for encore performances. Tamara let her hand sneak occasionally to her clit. To feel his wet cock move in and out, squeezing his shaft between her fingers and hearing him gasp at her touch. Her approaching orgasm engulfed her mind and nothing else mattered. Oblivious to the few people that searched for their cars just a row away, their bodies met each other in slaps of passion. She liked it hard and liked it fast. Eric was not one to disappoint. His cock filled her and her wetness ran down his legs as he hung on to her hips and pulled himself deep into her. Eric sensed her approaching orgasm. As her head started to arch backwards his fingers found her hair. Intertwining her blonde strands he pulled gently at first then with more authority. Her hips thrust backwards harder the more he pulled back on those luscious locks. Animalistic thrusts as his cock pounded deeper and harder, her moans became louder drawing looks from passerby just a row away, not quite sure of what was happening behind the open passenger door. "Eric!!! I'm there!!" she moaned as a wave of bliss crashed over, her body showing the spasms of her always-intense orgasms. Fueled by the gasps of his lover Eric felt his own orgasm approach. Just a few more strokes and before Tamara felt her breath returning, his legs started to stiffen. Tamara recognized his tell tale sign of approaching release. Quickly she pulled forward and spun around. Dropping to a half squat she quickly grabbed his pulsing cock with one hand and his ass with the other. Gripping him firmly she stroked his hot cock, milking the impending load to a grand finale. "Fill my mouth." She begged. "I want to taste you." Tamara loved to taste his cum. And she particularily loved to watch Eric stroke himself while he came nto her mouth.The site of Tamara waiting for his release was too much for Him to hold back any longer. The open mouth and those 2 blue eyes that seemed to beg him to complete caused Eric's cum to rise from his balls and exit into her waiting mouth and and onto her flagging tongue. His hands still tangled in her hair, Eric emptied his load and reveled in the sight of the pooling puddle of cum which she expertly extracted and held on her tongue, for what seemed like ages before she curled her tongue backwards, swallowed and smacked her lips. "Thank you baby. I missed you so much." She mused. Spent, they both stood up and rearranged their clothing. Back to respectability, they glanced around to see if they had been discovered. Eric finished throwing the bags in the back of the Blazer and the back hatch slammed shut. As the vehicle's motor started and the Blazer left its parking spot it rolled past 2 pair of wide eyes peering over their open trunk lid. The couple looking at each other as it drove by, not uttering a word but the eyes said it all! The eyes that had witnessed the passion that occurred in the parking lot of the airport. "Is this what I have to look forward to this visit?" Eric asked as he started to stroke Tamara's thigh as they rolled down the highway. "Our fun has just begun." She replied. To Be Continued...