Airport Welcome

I had been gone on business for a week and dearly missed the connection to my love – the lunchtime ‘quickies’ when she would drive the van with its tinted windows to a park near my workplace, with the children safely at school, or I would drive the mini-motor home to work and meet her at a park; the times we could sneak away from the house to get away from children’s eyes and ears, and meet in the woods nearby as ‘secret lovers’, the other daring times in semi-public places.

It was the mid-80’s and text messaging, and email was not in use, nor was free long distance calling, so we only had had quick phone calls during the week.

But now I was airborne, anticipating the welcome I’d get as she met me at the airport gate (no TSA in those pre-9/11 days); my pants grew tight, and my breathing changed as I anticipated seeing her.

At last!  The plane taxied up to the gate, and I rushed down the jetway. There she was!  Dark hair was framing her lovely face, her trim figure calling to me.  A quick kiss and we were off my carry-on in tow.  Into the parking garage… with no audience, we French-kissed; I cupped her breast and let my fingers curl around it to touch her nipple as she gasped.  Our hearts raced.

When I saw that she had brought the van with its dark-tinted windows, I couldn’t resist… I threw my bags in and climbed in the driver’s seat, and fired up the engine.  Instead of driving down the nearest ramp to exit, I headed up, up, up to the very top level of the 6-story garage, to the rooftop where, in those pre-video-camera days, we could be unobserved.  In a far corner, I parked facing the edge so the only untinted window – the windshield – could have no one looking in.

We raced to the back seat – a good six feet wide and nicely cushioned.  I caressed my way up her smooth thigh… circling my fingertips… as she caressed my growing bulge and began to unbuckle my belt and unzip me.  She began to squirm and gasp as my fingers found – no panties, only a wet bush, and I slid them in – one, two, three, and curled them, tweaking her nether lips as she squealed in pleasure and found my knob and stroked it… as she freed me, saying “I want to feel your skin’, and stroked me to ultimate stiffness.

By then I had nearly ripped her blouse off and unhooked her bra as I found her responsive nipples and began to suck and nibble on them.  With no more foreplay, as I sat in the seat, she threw one leg over me, stepped up on the seat, and sank on me, impaling herself on me in one swift motion.  She began to squeal in delight as she rode up and down and I nibbled on her nipples and feasted my eyes on her beautiful face.  What fun!  What a delight! What a welcome home!

She shuddered in orgasm… her eyes rolled… she nearly passed out in my arms as I simultaneously spurted inside her.

Finally, she collapsed in my arms… but soon revived and, with me still inside, began to squeeze my member with what she called an “inside hug,” until soon I was hard again.

I withdrew; she dismounted, and backed into my lap, allowing me to re-enter her from behind, as she stood on the floor of the van and lowered herself on me again… this time, I could reach around her and tweak her nipples and nibble on her earlobes, cup her breasts, and reach down to stroke her clit as I stroked in and out from behind.

She screamed, again and again, sobbing in release as yet another climax hit her; this time I remained hard and in control as I stroked, and stroked, and stroked, and she climaxed again and again almost continuously, until finally I flooded her with semen once again in an ecstatic union with her final climax.

Finally, finally, we found some tissue and cleaned up, sighing contentedly in each other’s arms, before going up front fully dressed and driving home.

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