I'm sitting on the plane, heart pounding as the pilot says we are
preparing to land. I'm not afraid to fly, or to land... my heart is
echoing my anticipation of seeing you again. I am surprising you for
Christmas. You think I'm going offline to visit a friend for a few
days but I know you are going to be home alone Christmas morning and
a month ago I booked this flight and have kept it a secret all this
time.
We make a smooth landing and I find my luggage and then make a
side trip to the ladies' room before getting my cab to your house.
I change out of my slacks and into my skirt which has been hanging during
the long flight... change into red satin panties (suitable for the holiday
festive spirit) and thigh high stockings with lace tops. I trade
my walking shoes for high heels and then repack my bags, check my makeup,
and then head for the cabs.
I give the cabbie your address. The drive to your house seems to
take longer than the flight did. But I am thrilled to see your car in
the driveway (afraid that you may have found somewhere to go today and
that I'd arrive with nowhere to go until you got home) and I pay the
cabbie and he places my luggage on your walk.
I approach your door, unable to breathe. I knock on the door and
your face when you see me standing there is a look I'll remember forever.
You look as though you are still dozing in the nap I apparently woke
you from. You say my name, in a question, as if you still can't believe
what you are seeing.
I reach up and wrap my arms around your neck... pull you close to
me... and greet you with a kiss that assures you that I am real. You
pull away only to hold me and make very sure that I am here. I tell
you that I am your Christmas surprise and that we have 3 days together
before I have to fly back home. You carry my luggage and lead me into
the house. I can't concentrate on anything but you as you give me the
tour.
We reach your bedroom and I notice the large bed.... and I tell
you I'd love nothing more than to stretch out and relax from the long
flight. We leave my luggage on the floor and you hang my jacket on a
hook by the front door before turning to lock it. I am sure our thoughts
are the same and we know it will be some time before we'll be going
back out that door.
I stretch out across your bed... and you lie down beside me...
holding me... touching me.... kissing me... and then you have me roll
over on my stomach.... you know my weakness for backrubs... and I moan
in anticipation. You pull my blouse out of my skirt and rub my back
underneath for a short while until I decide the blouse is in the way
and I ask you to help me remove it. We pull it off and your breathing
becomes ragged as you see my lace bra. I smile at you and you reach
around to unhook it and release my breasts. Kissing first one and
then the other you sigh and a soft moan escapes your lips. The moan of
a man possessed, aching.... I think I have thought of the best Christmas
present of all.
Unable to wait any longer, you slide my skirt up and get your first
view of the red satin panties. You let out another moan and tell me
you love me.. before leaning down to lightly kiss my mound through the
soft fabric. I have already gotten them wet during your kisses and your
tongue laps the juices through the wet cloth. You groan and pull the
fabric to one side, feasting your eyes on my waiting pussy.. tufts of
soft hair glistening with the dew your love has aroused from me.
And now it is my turn to moan as your tongue reaches out to lightly
lick along my slit.... to flick my trembling clit, just beginning to
peek out at you. Oh my darling, I know that this Christmas will be one
to remember forever.... to savor long after I have returned home. Your
tongue takes on a life of its own, seeming to want to thank me for arriving
on your doorstep... to show me your love.. and you spend what seems
like hours licking and sucking my hot pussy..... until I can hold
back no longer and my hips thrust up against your mouth and I gasp for
breath as I cum.... throbbing... my heartbeat pulsing through my clit
and into your mouth. You suck it in and keep up the pressure until my
body relaxes and I squirm under you.
You move up next to me... wrapping your legs around mine.. and
kiss me. I can taste my juices on your lips and tongue and smile....
knowing that there is more to cum.. much much more. We will enjoy the
next few days in each others' arms. And as I drift off to nap and recover
from the flight and the orgasm, I reach down and grasp your hard cock,
not wanting to let you go while I sleep. I know you were hoping that
this wasn't all a dream.... and that my hand would still be firmly wrapped
around your cock when we both awoke.