Airport Pick-Up (L)

For many years my husband had to travel on business three to five days a week. Our children were small, and they missed him being home. Unfortunately, there was no FaceTime back then. I know they would have loved to see him and talk to him at night. I can think of many hot times we could have had after they were in bed asleep.

He had been out of town all week, and I was so excited to see him. I asked my mom to watch the kids for a little while until I picked him up at the airport. I showered and shaved my legs and pussy, then spritzed on perfume. I put on a black garter and stockings with crotchless underwear and a black lace bra. I grabbed my all-weather coat and headed to the airport.

Back then, before 9/11, you could still go to the gate to greet the passengers. I still had to go through the security, and I was crossing my fingers that I would not have to open my coat for any reason. I was sweating as I walked through the sensor. I made it! Whew, glad that was over! I rushed to his gate as his flight was landing. I couldn’t wait to see him and throw my arms around him.

I watched as more and more passengers were coming down the hallway. Finally, I saw him. He looked so good! We hugged and kissed and then held hands to go to the baggage claim. We talked about his week as we waited for his luggage. He noticed I had heels on and smiled. We got his bag and headed to the car. I had parked in the underground parking lot on the end of an aisle in the back of the building. It was dimly lit.

He got in to drive, and I jumped in the passenger seat. “Let’s not leave yet,” I said. That’s when I opened my coat to reveal my goodies! His eyes got wide as a look of lust came over his face. He leaned over and buried his face in my mound. His tongue went to work, and he hungrily licked my throbbing pussy. I whimpered in delight. The excitement of not being together for several days and the excitement of the possibility of getting caught drove me over the edge very quickly. I began bucking my hips and arching my back as I came all over his face! It was so good.

Quickly, I covered myself up. Then I leaned over to unzip his pants. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and then slid it all the way down my throat. I began to bob up and down as he kept a lookout for people walking by. He moaned with pleasure, and his cream erupted in my mouth. I milked his cock and made sure there were no drops left. Then he zipped his pants up and said, “Now that’s a welcome home!”

We then headed to my mom’s to pick up our children, and they had our attention for the rest of the evening. After we got them to bed, he was all mine.

“I need to be fucked now,” I said. “You need to service your wife, please!”

And service me he did! He made love to me, and it seemed to last forever. I miss him so much when he’s away. It’s like I almost forget how he tastes and how incredible his cock feels inside my wet pussy. I’m so thankful to God for this man and for the gift of sexuality He gave us. To God be the glory!

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13 replies
  1. PacMan says:

    Niiiiiice! So much passion! The risk-taking makes it extra spicy! Not the garter, not the perfume, not the lace bra or ctotchless panties. The sexiest thing you put on is *enthusiasm*! Way to go, SH!

  2. hornyGG says:

    Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder and the sex so exquisite. I know this from experience as Ben would often be gone for a week or two at a time. I missed him so much while he was gone and talking on the phone only made it worse. Masturbation helped quell my horniness during those times, but it definitely wasn't the same as getting "seviced" by my big bear. When he did get home, it was "game on!"
    Anyway, another great story Southernheat! Thank you so much for sharing and God bless. Stay Horny!

    😘 GG

  3. LoveMyWife56 says:

    HOT, HOT, HOT! I always found the front seat of a car difficult to maneuver during sex. Looks like you two had it down pat!
    Excellent storytelling again, Southernheat. I always feel funny calling you that. LOL.

    • Southernheat says:

      Don’t think I could maneuver in these newer cars the consoles are so much wider it’s hard to lean over for a BJ but hand jobs still work!

  4. lttlb says:

    "Back then, before 9/11, you could still go to the gate to greet the passengers."

    I miss those days. There's something wonderful about the anticipation and waiting as people deplane and walk out the gate, especially when one's loved ones 'magically' appear. Seems quite different now. 🙁

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