1. Patience means passion


    Date: 7/7/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: flyer_uk, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    It has been too long since we were last together, but that is the consequence of starting an affair. At last, after weeks of waiting, today is the day we have arranged to meet again, and I have not been able to concentrate at my desk in the office and during my client presentations, thinking about you and being with you. Memories of our first illicit meeting have been flooding my mind as if they were yesterday. I can picture your infectious smile, your big brown eyes, your soft, warm lips, your short blonde hair, your slim but shapely frame, your designer label outfit and your smart heels. I have to wait just a few more hours before I can see all of those things again. The taxi ride to the airport seems to last an age. More memories of that first meeting fill my head, recalling how we were both nervous and excited making our way to our room, of how it felt embracing for the first time making that nervousness disappear and the desire build, and of how your hand felt holding mine. I curse as the traffic builds and all the lights appear to be red, but thankfully I make the airport on time. There is not long to wait now and I begin counting the time in minutes rather than hours. After checking in, I am relieved to see that my flight is scheduled to depart on time and your call confirms that you will be there to meet me. I board, take my seat and then try to read the in-flight magazine to make the journey go faster. My mind drifts once again. I remember my fingers trembling as I ...
    unzipped your short grey skirt and how good it was to slide my hand between your legs, feeling the heat and dampness of your arousal through your black lace thong. Your eyes were looking into mine seeking reassurance as you pulled down my trousers and boxers and held my erection. Then, at last, we land and taxi slowly to the gate. I wait for my bag at the carousel but infuriatingly it is one of the last to arrive. More reminiscences of our first time making love are swirling around in my head, visions of you on your hands and knees while I fucked you hard from behind before you scooped my cum from your pussy and painted it over your breasts. It was undoubtedly the most erotic thing I have ever seen. At last, the bag tumbles from the conveyor so I grab it and run through into the arrivals hall to find you. You are standing expectantly and impatiently at the door, and as we kiss and I am thrilled feeling your lips against mine, kissing me and telling me that you need me, just as I need you. There is no more waiting. We walk hurriedly to the car park and enter the lift. You are not wearing a bra underneath your pretty white top and I can see that your nipples are hard. That makes me harden more and I cannot resist touching them through the material. You smile at me longingly and your breath quickens, along with our steps to the car. I open the door for you and as you sit your skirt rides up a little and I catch a glimpse of your tanned, shapely thighs. We drive to the hotel and ...
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