We’ve been apart for so long. Late nights on web chat have kept us going. Me, staring as you do stripteases. You, trying not to laugh as I try to find the “right angle” but really I’m just trying to find a way for my manhood took look bigger on camera. What can I say, we’ve all got our insecurities.
But finally, it’s time to be together again. My flight lands at 3.
You pick me up from the airport and we hug and kiss and get honked at to move along. Your lips are the greatest I’ve ever come in contact with. I don’t know if you do anything behind the scenes to make them so perfectly soft, but they’re like heaven.
We try to make conversation but we’re just too giddy about being together again.
We’re like that all through lunch. And then you drop me off at my place. I creep inside to check, but my roommate is home. And we want space. So you go home and we wait just a little longer. I shower the plane off of me and you tell me your place is deserted.