I’d never done anything like this before, and my heart thumped nervously in my chest as I pulled into the airport. I didn’t know what to expect. Should I get out of the car and give him a hug or should I just wait inside, my hands firmly and safely gripping the steering wheel. I imagined getting out of the car and wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his body against mine. I pictured myself wrapping my legs around his waist, my mouth finding his. He might push me up against my own car and wrap his hands around my ass, gripping, his fingers finding my crevices. I’d removed my panties when I left the office. He’d be able to feel how wet he’d made me with just the thought of finally touching him for the first time.
I parked out front, searching the sea of faces for his, and when I saw him, I leapt out of the car and ran straight for him, my own imaginings springing to life as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt warm hard metal press against my back.
It wasn’t like kissing a stranger. We already knew each other well, but that first touch was simultaneously awkward and exciting, and my insides buzzed as his hand found the hair at the back of my neck and pulled my chin skyward.
In the car ride home, we joked and laughed like old friends. He poked fun at my driving as I navigated through traffic. I was on a mission and I wanted to get home as quickly as possible. I was throbbing and dripping, nervous and excited. I wanted to feel his cock, I wanted to hold it for the first time, feel it in my mouth, feel what it felt like inside of me. He put his hand on my thigh, bare under the thin fabric of my dress, and I shivered. His fingers closed around my flesh, pinching the thick skin. He laughed evilly as I squirmed in my seat, and I blushed as I felt my cunt clench in response. He knew I liked it, he knew that the pain shot straight to my insides and warmed, melting down to the space between my thighs and settling there in a pool.
It’s only been two days since he left, and my hand still creeps towards the sore spot on my chest where he held me down and fucked me. My fingers press into my thin flesh, finding that sweet pain, bringing back the memories of the few short days we had together. My hand explores further up, gripping my neck, imagining his own large hand gripping me there. My small hand just doesn’t suffice.
I close my eyes and he’s there again, a sharp memory. My muscles clench in response to the imaginary pull of his hands. He flips me onto my stomach, his voice echoes in my ears telling me to lie flat and his hands stroke my hair. He whispers. He encourages. I feel the cold lick of slick liquid on my asshole, and his finger gently prods. He knows I’m nervous. He’s big, and even though I’ve been practicing, I’m not sure if I can take him. He continues to work his fingers inside of me, and I like it. I moan into the bedsheets, my hair tangled around my face and throat. I sink under him, the weight of him holding me down is calming. I feel him press into me, and I finally succumb to the pleasure.
It’s like I’m not even there. I get lost in the sensation of his cock inside of me. I barely register his words, telling me I’m a good girl, a good little ass whore. He grabs my hips and bottoms out inside of me, making sure to comment on how well I’m doing, how good my ass feels around him. My hand finds its way between my thighs, sliding into the slippery mess he’s made of me. I press back into him and his fingers grip into my meaty flesh, and I cum. It lasts a lifetime, my insides flutter as I buck underneath him. My body tenses and stars burst in my eyes. When it finally subsides, I can hear him laughing. His cock is still inside me, slowly pumping in and out, and he asks me if I feel better now. I do. I feel like I’m floating, my legs and arms are no longer a part of my anatomy. I’m simply a used up vessel ready to for his cum.
In the quiet of my bedroom, alone in the dark, my hand finds it’s way to the damp spot that’s formed in my panties. I pick up my phone and send him a message. I’m horny. I’m wet. I’m thinking of him.