1. Return from Vacation


    Date: 6/23/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    outside pocket of her purse. She can't recall ever being so agitated with sexual tension in her entire life – except the last time when she was wet all day, waiting for the evening to come when she could be with me again. The delicious torture of anticipation is killing her. It occurs to her that every time she encounters me, she is doing something new, expanding her horizons. She lost her virginity to me. She did webcam sex for the first time with me. We have explored our dominant and submissive tendencies together. And now she has taken off her panties and is going to walk out of this bathroom panti-less and walk around in public for me. She wonders with trepidation and exhilaration what other new experiences are yet to come with me. She is so excited, the urge to touch herself is becoming unbearable. Before she lets her skirt fall back down, she allows her finger to graze lightly over her labia. She gasps as tingly, ticklish pleasure rushes through her body as her finger slides across them. She finds them swollen already, and so wet that the smooth outer lips are coated with slickness. She can't help but dip her finger inside. Her lips part easily and her finger slips between them making a very faint squelching sound. She has to stifle a gasp. She slides her finger up through her folds to graze over her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It feels like her clit is on fire. She rubs it back and forth, once, twice, three times, feeling the intense jolts ...
    of heat and pleasure coursing through her body. Her need for release is becoming overwhelming. But somehow she manages to pull herself back. She wants her orgasm to be from me, not self-induced in an airport bathroom stall. She's had enough self-induced orgasms lately. She wants it to be my fingers, my tongue, my big cock bringing her to the brink this time. So she resigns herself to the idea that she has to control herself, and with great reluctance, she lets her skirt fall back down. It settles smoothly down to its full length, just above her knees. She leaves the bathroom stall, washes her hands, and examines herself in the mirror. She's wearing black high heels, a long black skirt, and a low cut sheer black blouse, displaying her breasts and showing some cleavage. She takes a moment to touch up her makeup and lipstick, and brushes her long blonde hair, now artfully streaked with auburn. She hopes I like the colour. She's lightened it to auburn in the past week. As she turns to leave the bathroom, she is very aware of her hard nipples; very aware of the lack of panties; very aware of the scent of her arousal. She is fears other people are going to smell her arousal. She turns back into the bathroom, pulls out her tiny travel-sized perfume bottle, squirts a little, and walks through the cloud as she exits the room. It feels so naughty walking around the airport in this incredibly heightened state of arousal, wearing no panties. She's sure her hips are swaying a little more ...
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