My anticipation had been building for weeks by the time I saw you again. Every day filled me with more desire, more need, until, by that time, I was dripping with desperation. Now, the day I have been so anticipating has arrived.
You pick me up from the airport, getting out of the car to help me with my luggage. I leap into your arms, planting a passionate kiss, before we load everything into the car, you opening the door to the passenger seat. I blush, embarrassed by your old-fashioned chivalry, but secretly loving it all the same, even as I tease you. You smirk back knowingly, shutting the door and walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Our eyes meet as you get into the car, passion and lust burning in both our eyes. Leaning across the center console, we kiss again, your tongue just barely parting my lips. Sitting back you smirk at me again before shifting into drive. I spread my legs in my seat as we exit the airport — I had picked out a dress for the occasion, despite the fact I was traveling. Keeping your eyes on the road you smile again, having seen my legs shift in the corner of your vision.