It had been two months since Ron and I had seen each other, but he was flying out on Thursday for the weekend. We live on opposite coasts, and while we found our separation tolerable on an emotional level, it was almost intolerable on a physical level. I often dreamt of our reunion during work, feeling my panties moistening and racing home to use my vibrator. We talked for weeks about what we planned to do that weekend, but it was sex that was forefront in our minds.
Thursday arrived. I dressed especially for the occasion. I dressed in a skintight white turtleneck, which accented my b-cup breasts, and jeans that hugged my curves. That morning, I had carefully shaved my legs, making them completely smooth, and delicately shaved my pussy bare. It was now smooth and soft. I straightened my long red hair and lightly spritzed my neck with my perfume. I felt completely sexy.
I drove to the airport and waited anxiously for his flight to arrive. A stream of passengers started down the stairs, and my breath quickened when I finally saw him. He is 6'2'', and is a muscular, well-built guy who looks like an All-American quarterback. His brown hair is short and always cutely tousled, and he has deep, sexy chocolate eyes.
He caught sight of me, and with a sparkle in his gaze, headed for my embrace. As he came towards me, looking so damn sexy in a black suit, I could already feel my pussy getting warm and puffy in anticipation.
"Hi, babe," he said as he approached me. "I've missed you."
"How was your flight?" I asked.
"We'll talk about that later," Ron replied.
He abruptly dropped his luggage and caught me roughly in his arms, kissing me deeply. I clung to him, amazed at the sensations I was feeling again, after so long. He broke the kiss, and we embraced closely. I inhaled his scent deeply, and he buried his face in my hair. We had missed each other so badly.
After the usual pleasantries and sentimental exchanges, we began our trip back to my apartment. We held hands and expressed our joy at being together again. Then the talk turned quickly to sex. He leaned over slightly and his fingers brushed against the crotch of my jeans. My pussy tingled, and grew wet under his touch. He lifted his hand and abruptly tweaked the nipple, sending a spasm of pleasure up my spine. It was going to be a long car ride.
"You like that baby?" he said in a low, husky voice.
It was enough to make my pussy drip with juices. I responded with a long moan, and set my hand in his lap, immediately feeling his rock-hard erection. I massaged his dick through the material of his slacks, feeling the shape of his huge cock swelling. I wanted his cock, and I wanted it bad. It brought back great memories of the summer. I'd casually go over to Ron's house for a quiet day in the pool, and find myself in his bed, being fucked by his thick tool until we came over and over. We would never make it to the pool.
Immersed in those thoughts, and massaging his dick in the meanwhile, I suddenly took my hand away. He protested, until he realized that we had reached my apartment. We both hurried out of the car and up the steps. I fumbled for my key while he stood behind me, caressing my breasts and lightly kissing my neck. The door was open. When we entered the room, he set his luggage down by the window.
"I like your room. Seems nice and big. Nice view, too," he said, teasing me.
We both knew what we wanted. I stole a quick look at the mirror, adjusted my hair, and glanced over at him just in time to see him stalking me like a lion. There was pure lust in his eyes as he took me in his arms and slammed his mouth against mine. His hands found the bottom of my sweater and he pulled it over my head, revealing my white lacy bra. We continued to kiss as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, drawing me closer. I could feel his large hands on my smooth skin, and I shivered with the intimacy and eroticism of the moment. We could both feel the smoldering need in each other as we ravenously kissed.
"I need you so bad, darling," he murmured.
"Me too, babe," I replied, moaning loudly.
It was becoming too much for us. The room seemed 20 degrees warmer than we had entered it, and we felt the urgent need to remove our clothing as quickly as possible. We had missed the passion of each other's arms for too long. I slipped my arms from around his back and worked on his buttons. He pulled back to allow me access, and looked at me lovingly while I slowly revealed his masculine chest. I ran my fingers through his sexy dark chest hair, and lowered my head to lightly suck on each of his nipples.
"Oh, God, baby, I missed you so much," he whispered.
He lifted my chin and he kissed me again. There was an electric current flowing between us now, and it was getting more urgent.
We stopped the kiss to look into each other's eyes, and at the same time, reached for the other's zipper. He finished mine first, and as I wriggled out of my tight jeans, he let his pants fall to the floor. I could see his hard penis straining against his navy blue silk boxers. He could see the large wet spot that had formed on my white lace panties. He could also see through the translucent fabric that there was no hair anywhere on my pussy. I could see a wet spot on his boxers.
