I sat in the shadows at the bar. I wanted to watch you come in, to stare, without being seen. As soon as I saw you walk into the airport lounge, I recognized you from your picture. You were dressed causal in jeans and a t-shirt, perfect for traveling, perfect for taking off. I dressed up for this occasion, one that I had been waiting for over three years. I wore a baby doll black t-shirt, paired with a funky short skirt. My breath caught and I smirked as you finally noticed me in the corner. Coming over to me with a smile on your face, I uncrossed my legs slowly and stood to greet you, a stranger yet someone I regularly fantasize about.
Your eyes caress my face, my neck, my breasts, and further down to see my long legs and dainty ankles. Your smile showed me you approve of my body and the twinkle in your eye told me you wanted to see more. I introduced myself to confirm my name; you gave me yours as you took my hand. With a toss of a $5 bill, we exited the airport to find a cab that would take us both to your hotel room.
My skirt barely covered my bare ass as I got into the cab beside you. Your hand immediately started at my knee and slowly inched upwards towards the ticklish spot of where my leg meets my hip. I playfully slapped your hand away, making a tsk tsk sound. "Be nice. Be patient." I whispered to you and you giggled. Behaving like the good boy you were, you sat back and enjoyed the view of the city rolling by. I, nervous, looked out at the familiar skyscrapers and felt my pussy getting hotter and hotter as I fantasized what we were going to do to each other as soon as we got up to your room. I peeped over out of the corner of my eye and saw your hard cock straining to get out of your pants. I forbade myself to touch it then, even though I was desperate to have it in my hand, my mouth. I would have to be patient as well.