Airport…

Mr. P told me he would be working abroad for 3 weeks and my heart sank. Lots of things were running through my head. For example, what if he was desperate for sex and filled his time with someone else? By the time he came home he may not be interested anymore. What if he just decided he was happy with family life and didn't want to have an affair anymore? What if what had initially been shiny and new appeared dull and boring on reflection? I even worried he may have an accident and I would never find out about it. It is amazing where thoughts go! 

During this period, texting continued but we had many many misunderstandings. I become bored and fed up really easily so when I have a time in my life I like to fill it with socialising and being with people. So I would send photographs of the things I was doing, people I met or of me generally having a good time. This seemed to cause him issues and I suppose I hadn’t thought that he might be lonely and finding it difficult being away without me. So these things caused a few misunderstandings and it almost seemed that I was rubbing my happy social life in his face while he was away working so hard. It took me ages to realize this is what I was doing and when it dawned on me I felt terrible. The great thing about Mr. P, as I've already said, is that he quickly forgets and always looks forward and never back. I was learning that this was a great way to be. So, we quickly put misunderstandings behind us and learned to see both sides and to be respectful of each other's thoughts and feelings. This actually felt great. 

But we also sent some amazing photographs, messages and videos to each other. Some of these remain my absolute favorites as Mr. P. played with himself and talked about what was in his head. He had clearly taken on board the level of excitement I demonstrated during the koi pond role play. I got messages calling me a dirty slut, telling me he wanted to cum on my face between my red lips, on my white bra etc. I know it sounds bizarre but these messages were incredible and it was really liberating and exciting to be told these things from a man I really wanted to hear it from.  We live in a different world of political and sexual correctness from even a few years ago and whilst there are many things that are better for it, I still wanted to hear that I was desired in that sort of animal way and it made me feel very turned on. I still love listening to them now. The thought that he could be so far away and still be turned on by thinking about fucking me was amazing.

Frustratingly his work got delayed and he had to stay a few extra days. Finally I got a message telling me when he was coming back and what time his flight was landing. He asked whether I would be able to meet him in a hotel at the airport. It was so exhilarating to think I was the first person he wanted to see. He said he could say he was on a different flight and could spend the night and morning with me before leaving to go home. This was so exciting and I quickly moved some of my work around to make sure I could be there. I booked a room at the airport and started to plan what I would wear and what we would do.

The day before I was to meet him at the hotel, I went to the beautician (something I never do) and had my nails done, spent time on a sunbed, and had a pedicure! I really hoped he appreciated the effort I was putting in. I packed carefully. One of the messages he sent said he wanted to trace his fingers along the outline of my pussy through my silk knickers. Most of my knickers are lace so I bought myself a beautiful black silk cami with matching French knickers. I couldn't wait to wear it and for him to do exactly what he had described. 

When I checked into the hotel, I asked the receptionist to make sure there was a key waiting for Mr. P. I wanted to be ready for him in the room. One of his other messages said that my feet would not touch the floor when he got through the door so I wanted to be standing waiting for him. The receptionist seemed okay with this arrangement and put a note on the file to allow Mr. P to pick up the key. He sent a message when he boarded his second flight saying the next time I heard from him I would be 15 minutes away from being fucked. I genuinely didn't know how I was going to wait. I ordered food but I couldn't eat it. My stomach was completely empty and I needed to make sure I didn't drink too much wine before he arrived. I certainly didn't want to be drunk!. 

The message came. He had landed. And 15 minutes away. I sent him some explicit photographs to make sure he knew what he would be enjoying when he arrived. However, after 15 minutes my phone went and the receptionist wanted to make sure I was happy for the key to be handed over to Mr. P.  FFS! I suppose it is good that they were checking and keeping their guests safe. 

I stood facing the door in my silk underwear waiting to hear the key slide into the lock. He seemed to take forever. But eventually the door opened and Mr. P walked into the room. He was glowing with an impressive suntan. He really looked amazing. Again, much taller than I remembered and much broader. He looked me up and down and I felt very desirable. “I think I missed you," he said. He slid his hands up and down my silk underwear and pulled me close and kissed me hard licking and sucking at my lips. I wanted to tell him I had missed him too but I could not get my words out. He tasted of wine and had clearly enjoyed travelling business class! 

He stroked my body up and down and kissed me and licked me. It felt different. Really urgent and quite frantic. He started to bite my lips and nibble and groan. I could feel his bulge pressing against my stomach and I couldn't wait to see his cock again. I started to undo his belt and he tugged at his top. I undid his trousers and pulled them down. The outline of his cock against his boxers was impressive and his cock was almost bursting through. I stroked the length of it through of his underwear and he just groaned saying ‘fuck’ over and over. He was so hard and so into it I actually worried he was just going to come in his boxers. I suppose it had been a while.

I could feel myself so wet and ready. I wondered whether he remembered telling me he wanted to stroke my pussy through my silk underwear. I don't know whether he did remember but his hand started to stroke between my legs. Again he said fuck over and over and soon enough my knickers were wet again. It seems I have to pack twice as many knickers when I go away to meet him. He told me he loved that I get so wet for him and asked whether I could feel how hard I make him. Again, my words wouldn't come out and all I could do was groan and sigh. I took his boxers off and his cock sprung into my hand as I struggled to get the elastic over him.  Now I was stroking so gently up and down and with my other hand I cupped his balls.

Before I could really start to play with his cock, he lifted me off my feet and threw me back onto the bed climbing on top of me. He didn't bother to remove any of my underwear and just entered my pussy with his thick hard cock. So much thicker than I remembered and I literally came straight away. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge that I had squealed and cum hard because his mind seemed to be on different things.  His own pleasure and gratification.  As he slid in and out he seemed to be controlling the pace: sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and controlled and just before I thought he was about to cum he stopped. He knelt beside me with his back straight and his eyes closed and pushed his fingers into my pussy then put his fingers in his mouth licking and tasting. It was so hot. He did it again and I watched him with his eyes, closed his back straight and his head almost tipped to the ceiling groaning and licking. He put his fingers back into my wet pussy sliding them in and out and then leaned over wiping his slippery hand across my lips and cheeks. Oh my, I hadn't felt pleasure like this. I could taste myself on his fingers and feel my own juices sticky and wet on his fingers. He leaned over and kissed me and I could smell myself on his lips. I wanted more and more. Still on his knees, he moved his body closer to my face and started to wank next to my red lips. It did not take long before his cum hit my lips and I opened my mouth to taste him. He pushed his cock into my mouth and as his cock filled my mouth I felt his cum on my lips and tongue and slipping to the back of my throat. It was hot and creamy and OMG how much.  I gagged for a second but swallowed some and could breath again. Once again he bent over to kiss my lips and the taste of him and the taste of me combined in our mouths. 

We held each other feeling totally happy and content.  He started to snore a bit but I didn’t care.  It was soothing and nice to feel his warm body next to mine again.   

I quite frequently wake in the middle of the night and this night was no exception. Sometimes while he’s asleep I hold his cock in my hand and feel it grow harder and more ready. Usually after some time he moves my hand. I asked him about this in the morning and it turns out he doesn’t have a clue. Just asleep and dead to the world but a reflex action to move my hand. I love those moments at night playing with his cock and I sometimes look at him sound asleep and wonder how he can sleep so easily and how long I will have the pleasure of fucking him.