I parked in the generous space of the airport car park, and let a deep breath calm my tension. I’m still so early but a couple of coffees to pass the time, and two cubes of Trident fruity gum will sort out my breath. I’m so desperate for sex. It’s been over a year of no male hands rubbing, kissing, caressing, and groping my body, and I’m more than dying for K to make the first move. Sex with him last night was nothing but unbelievable. My knees quaked while I rubbed myself, and his salacious moans on the other end of the phone made my moans echo the room. I listened to every word of his short horny story he wrote me earlier that day, and a pool of cum dribbled between my ass cheeks to rest on my sofa. Fuck me. Would a real orgasm take hold like the one he gave me last night. Fuck was I horny.
Now my dirty mind controlled my face. Each time a sexy man walked past, my face stared at the ground from embarrassment. Do they know that I’m a right minx. Am I giving it away in my expressions?
After a second frothy coffee that sunk sumptuously down my throat I warmed to the idea of my making the first move. Perhaps he acted confident in reality, but inside he’s shy and nervous. I glanced at my watch and my heartbeat thumped through my chest. Ten minutes till we first meet.
Will he fancy me. Will I fancy him. How will our first kiss be dominated my mind. I thought about the horny story again he wrote me during the time he woke at 2.00 am with a hard prick already ready to fire hot spurts of semen, and I smiled alone to myself sat on a stiff plastic chair with thousands of visitors from various countries talking in their trademark language.
Yeah. I want him to fire like that on me. Wake me up in the morning by tying my hands behind my back, stand over me to shadow the sun, and masturbate until I’m covered in his sticky hot cum. Now my pussy was so wet underneath my skirt, and I grew paranoid about others staring at my wet patch. I rested my hands together over my crotch and rubbed it briskly, the soft cotton of my skirt masturbating my clit.
Hundreds of visitors walked through the entrance gates, and I stood up, ran my fruity flavoured tongue over my lips to give them a sudden shine, and waited for my prince.
To be continued…
I’ll bet that lucky bastard has a raging hard on when he comes to meet you.