Fast forward another 3 years after meeting Tim in the airport parking lot. We hadn’t seen each other in person since that day and I was now 26, him 44. In those three years we still spoke to each other almost every day and the desire to see each other again was very much still there. Still is…
I’ve always been pretty good at remembering things but this year, I had forgotten Tim’s Birthday and I wanted to make it up to him properly so I bought a ticket to New York and planned to stay at a hotel about 15 mins drive from his hometown.
I boarded my flight a few weeks later and headed to NY to see him.
He cleared his schedule so we had a few hours to spend together….the day he came over I was brimming with anticipation at the thought of seeing him again…could hardly contain the excitement. Tim texted me to say he was on his way at around midday and I waited, impatiently, for him to knock on the door….as I waited, I laid back on the hotel bed…picturing what he was going to do to me when he got there. I slid my underwear to the side and ran my finger gently over my clit…my pussy was already slippery at the thought…I stopped myself from going any further because I wanted to wait for him.