As I walked through the airport, I had no idea what to expect. I had seen pictures and videos of her, even spoke to her on the phone, but for some reason, I couldn’t picture her at the exact moment. Maybe it was my nerves or my excitement. Regardless, I was at a loss for what to look for or expect to see. Strolling through the terminal, I texted her to let her know I had landed and was making my way to the pick up area. With each woman I passed, my anxiety grew. Would I accidentally walk by her and not even realize? Would I mess this up before it had a chance to even begin? Finally, I made my way to the passenger pick up area, and I saw her. I knew in an instant.
She was wearing a cute yellow long sleeve shirt with a flowy white skirt that stopped about mid shin. I smiled the moment I saw her; she hadn’t yet noticed me in the crowd of other people making their way to their own loved ones. My eyes never wandered as I approached. She looked absolutely beautiful, even more so than in her pictures. It had been over a year since she first messaged me, and in that time I had grown to know and understand her, and her me. We talked daily yet nothing could have prepared me for the feeling I got when she saw me and her eyes lit up with happiness and excitement. I picked up my pace as I got closer and embraced her in what was likely the strongest of bear hugs I’ve ever given. Her scent was intoxicating, the warmth from her body a thick blanket on a winter night, her face in my neck sent jolts of electricity through my body. It was the embrace lovers had shared across the eons of history. Finally, I pulled away, looked into the pools of sapphire that were her eyes, and barely uttered “Hi” before being silenced with a kiss. As her mouth met mine, she ran her fingers through my beard, eliciting several moans from me as our lips parted and our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I wished that kiss would never end, but sadly, we had to leave the airport at some point. I followed her to her truck, quickly tossed my bag in the back seat, and gave her another swift kiss before we left for her house.
When we arrived, she told me that she had invited her friends over to meet me and have a little welcome party on my first night. I was a little disappointed, hoping that our first night together would involve lots of alone time, but I knew we had the next 4 days together and I could wait just a little longer.
As she was getting everything ready and tidying up, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Each touch sent fire through my body and caused her to moan or give a coy smile as she playfully pushed my hands away, telling me everyone would be here soon. As time went on, I grew more bold in my advances. Occasionally lifting up her skirt or slapping her ass as she bent down to pick something up. She had since stopped swatting at my hands and now seemed to delight in deliberately putting herself in these positions. I looked at the clock, 15 minutes before guests were set to arrive. When I could no longer contain myself, I swept her up in another embrace and kissed her deeply and lovingly, my hands wandering her body until they found themselves firmly planted on her incredible ass. As she moaned into our kiss, her hands found their way to my hips. She began stroking my cock over my jeans, feeling it grow and harden as I pulled her closer to me and more roughly squeezed her. When I could stand it no longer, I pulled away from her, gave her a knowing smirk, and with her help, turned her around and bent her over the couch.
I looked at the clock as I lifted her skirt up. 10 minutes until show time. I quickly slid her panties to the side and pulled out my throbbing member. Remembering what she liked from our many conversations on the topic, I quickly spit on my cock before pushing myself inside her. As I grabbed her hips, her warmth and wetness nearly made me cum right then and there. Somehow I was able to contain myself and began thrusting inside her. I moved my hands to her shoulders and began fucking her as if I were a condemned man and this my last night with a woman. With each thrust of my cock, she delighted in telling me how much I was filling her and how she had been waiting for this. It almost seemed as if she was more excited than I. With her tight pussy gripping my cock, I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as she turned to look at me. This was something we both wanted, and now that I could feel my dick hitting her cervix with each thrust, I knew just how much of a dirty slut she was. I was loving every second of it. With just a few minutes left, I picked up the pace. I released her hair and went back to her hips. Thrusting inside her and pulling her into me, pushing every inch of my hard cock inside her as she moaned and screamed for me to fill her tight hole with the hot cum she had been waiting over a year for. As I felt the familiar twitch of my cock, I reached my arms around her waist and leaned forward. With my dick buried deep in her pussy, I bit her neck and unloaded my balls inside her. With each rope of cum leaving me, I could feel her contracting on my cock as we came together. Just before I pulled out, I turned her head to give her one last kiss. There was a knock at the door as I slid her panties back to cover her now cum dripping slit. She opened the door right as I finished zipping up my pants and invited her friends inside with my load still soaking her panties and rubbing her lips and clit with every step she took.
This is my first story like this. Happy to hear any *constructive* critiques. I left it open ended and have ideas for more, so if people are interested, I’ll happily write a part 2 and maybe more. If you enjoyed it, feel free to leave a comment telling me what it does for you or what, specifically, you liked. As this is my first story, I wasn’t sure where to put my focus, but can definitely shine more light on certain things you feel were left out or were a bit lacking.
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