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Subject: Waiting in the Airport (M/F)
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This story was taken from www.serve.com/freexxx/
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TITLE: Waiting in the Airport
TYPE: M/F
AUTHOR: Madeline
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Waiting in the Airport
I checked my watch; it was 9:30pm. Even though his plane didn't arrive
for another half hour, it was time for me to get ready. I headed for the
ladies room, rolling a small black suitcase behind me.
The bathroom was empty, and so rather than undress in one of the cramped
stalls, I began unbuttoning my shirt in front of the row of sinks, under
the bright floreescent lights. I leaned down over my suitcase, pulled out
a black velvety dress with red trim, and slipped it over my head. I took
off my jeans and my panties too, and stuffed them into the suitcase. I
slipped out of my loafers and into a pair of small black heels. I washed
my face, put on makeup, fixed my hair, and touched up my nails with the
fuck-me-red nail polish that I put on before my own flight.
Before leaving the bathroom, I examined myself in the full length mirror.
The snug bodice and long sleeves of the dress accented my round breasts
and thin waist, and the short, loose skirt gently touched my long, tan
legs mid-thigh. God, I looked sexy. Just looking at myself turned me on.
I wanted to head back to the bathroom to masturbate, but there wasn't
enough time. I couldn't resist though; I reached underneath my dress and
slowly inserted two fingers into my wet cunt. I brought my dripping wet
fingers up to my mouth and licked my sweet juices off of them. I was just
going to have to remain soaking wet and unsatiated... at least for a
little while.
His plane finally arrived, and I went over to the gate, my heart leaping
to my throat every time I saw someone emerge from around the corner,
hoping that it would be him. I was standing perfectly straight, my arms
laid flat against my sides, my chest straining against the fabric of my
dress with every breath. Only by looking at the folds of my dress as it
fell off my hips could anyone have seen that my hands were shaking like
mad.
I saw him emerge from around the corner, and my face broke out into a huge
smile. He was wearing kakhi pants and his blue sweater, the same thing
that I first met him in, the same thing that I first fucked him in.
When he reached me, he dropped his bags and we hugged, for too long
really, but I have always loved the feel of his body pressed up to mine.
We kissed briefly and then headed towards the baggage claim area, our
hands wrapped around each other.
After walking a short ways, I saw a empty gate, the lights dimmed. My wet
cunt was burning with an uncontrollable desire, and so I pulled him over
behind the wall of the ticket counter, where no one could see us. He
seemed a bit confused, so I kissed him and led his hand to my hot, wet,
pantiless sex. He gasped as he realized that my cunt was open to the
world, that he could take me right there.
I rubbed my hips against his hard cock as he fingered my clit and then
thrust two fingers inside of me. I was desperate to have him thrust his
cock into me, taking me from behind, reaching around with his hand to
finger my swollen clit.
I kneeled to try to free his cock from the confines of his clothing so
that he could thrust it inside of me. But as his member emerged, huge and
throbbing, right in front of my face, I grabbed it, guiding it inside of
my mouth, caressing it with my lips and tongue. My lips moved up and down
the shaft of his cock, my tongue exploring every sensitive area. I could
feel his muscles shivering and shaking and his hands using my head to
balance himself.
My cunt was still burning with desire to be penetrated and thrust into
over and over again, and so I got up to my feet, my hand still massaging
his cock, and motioned for him to move away from the wall. I bent over
and placed my hands against the wall, my dress pulled up around my waist,
my cunt open and ready for him to enter.
I nearly collapsed when he first penetrated me, the feeling of him sliding
slowly into my slippery pussy was so overwhelming. He thrust into me
again, harder and faster this time, and again and again, faster with each
stroke. He slowed down and wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers
reaching for my clit. He slowly massaged it, thrusting in and out of me,
in slow, long strokes.
As the thought of someone finding us fucking like animals in the airport
crossed my mind, I could feel myself beginning to come, heat slowly
exploding inside of me. I couldn't catch my breath, and so I whispered,
"Oh God, don't stop, I'm coming... Oh God... fuck me harder... oh yeah...
harder."
As my sex exploded in ecstasy, I could feel him coming inside of me, his
muscles shaking and shivering behind me, roughly thrusting himself into
me. He collapsed, his head resting on my back, his cock resting inside of
me.
He slowly eased himself out of my dripping cunt, reached down, and brought
up his pants, slowly zipping and buttoning them. I rested my head against
the wall, my dress still around my waist, my dripping cunt exposed. After
a few moments, I reached down into my suitcase, my hands trembling from
the lingering effects of the orgasm, and pulled out a small, soft, white
cloth. I slowly wiped the cum dripping from my cunt into the inside of my
thighs. I slipped on a pair of black satin underwear and smoothed my
dress and my hair.
We kissed, slowly and lazily, and then headed back towards the baggage
claim area, definitely more disheveled and sweaty than when we started.
It looked like it was going to be quite a weekend!
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