Airport Pickup 2

I had been abroad for work for a week, flying back on the Friday afternoon. My wife had needed the car whilst I was away, so we'd made plans for her to pick me up. Having made my way through immigration and customs, I entered arrivals and scanned the crowds for her. It didn't take me long to find her pretty smiling face, framed with shoulder length blonde hair. At 5' 6", she didn't stand out above the crowd, but I could always find her anywhere.

What did confuse me was what she was wearing. She had a long raincoat on that came down to just above her knees. I didn't even know she owned such a thing, let alone understand why she was wearing it as it looked bone dry. I put it out of my mind as she embraced me, pressing her lips to mine in welcome. Chatting about the trip and the flight, I followed her to where she had parked.

"Do you mind driving?" she asked, handing me the keys, "I feel like I've been driving all day, there's so many roadworks and closures, I've not been able to take the normal route anywhere. Speaking of which, there's a couple of roads closed on the way home, everything is in the satnav, just follow the instructions."

Not feeling I had much choice, I settled into the driving seat and set off. The satnav seemed to be taking us on a strange route to get home, but I trusted it and Lucy, my wife. After a short while, Lucy loosened the belt on her raincoat and the top fell open slightly. I almost swerved off the road as I caught a glimpse of curvy white flesh, standing out against black lace. The raincoat was starting to make more sense. The question now in my mind was how risqué had she gone?

I didn't have long to wait to find out. As Lucy lifted her knee and rested her foot on the glove compartment, the lower part of her raincoat slid of her leg, exposing a band of white thigh above the black lace of her stocking tops.

"Like what you see?" Lucy asked, coyly.

"How could I not!" I responded matter-of-factly.

"Keep your eyes on the road then," she instructed, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you know exactly what's going on."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her relax into the car seat and fully open her coat. Underneath, I could make out a black bra, pushing her large breasts into a tempting cleavage. Her fingers were idly stroking the soft flesh, her fingernails leaving faint trails. Keeping one eye on the road, I saw her drag her hand slowly over her stomach to a black suspender belt. With a sound of gentle satisfaction, she twisted the lace and elastic in her fingers for a little while before her hand continued its journey southwards. As it reached the waistband of her black, lacy panties, she didn't waste any time in pushing her hand under the elastic to the treasures hidden beneath.

A flinch and a gasp told me she'd found her clitoris. Risking a quick glance, the rising and falling off the material told me she was slowly rubbing the sensitive spot, her deep moans telling me it was having the desired effect. Whilst Lucy isn't exactly silent during sex, she isn't especially vocal either, so it was clear she was making a special effort to communicate her arousal. It was working, my cock, already hard from her attire, was bucking and jerking with each moan trying to break free of its confines.

"I'm so wet," she purred, "Do you want a taste?"

Without waiting for an answer, she removed her hand from her knickers and pressed her fingers to my mouth. Taking in one finger at a time I sucked them clean of her honey musk juices, Lucy continuing to moan as I did so.

She must have put her other hand in her knickers to continue masturbating as once I had cleaned her fingers, she put that hand to my groin, grabbing my thick cock through my trousers.

"Someone's enjoying the show," Lucy said, her voice dripping with sexuality, squeezing my aching meat, "My pussy is so hot right now, I need something inside it. I'm going to finger myself."

I heard her moan and the muffled sounds of her fingers entering her wet pussy. With Lucy's groaning, the rubbing of my cock and the erotic squelching coming from between her legs, I didn't know how I hadn't cum in my pants already, the only thing keeping me in control was having to keep the car on the road.

"It's so tight," she moaned desperately, "I bet you wish my fingers were your thick cock. I certainly do."

I had never known Lucy to be so vocal and it was turning me on incredibly. I couldn't wait to get home and show this minx what she had done to me. The satnav had even kept us away from the back roads, otherwise I would have stopped and thrown her over the bonnet.

Lucy's rubbing of my cock became more erratic and in my peripheral vision I could see her squirming in her seat, her breath coming in pants. The movement inside her panties showed she had abandoned her pussy and was furiously rubbing her clitoris, her moans building in intensity.

"I'm cumming," she screamed as her climax hit, her hand gripping my hardness through the material. A decreasing series of "Oh"s signified each wave of pleasure passing through her until she lay in her seat, silently panting.

The satnav announced that we had reached our destination, but we seemed to be pulling into a hotel car park.

"Just a little welcome home present," Lucy smiled at my confusion, "Well, another one!"

Looking me in the eyes, she slowly licked her fingers clean of her juices, before wrapping the raincoat around her once again and stepping out of the car. This woman had me so hard and horny, I wasn't sure I could walk across into the hotel. The patch of pre-cum on my boxers felt so big I had to check it hadn't come through to my trousers before I locked the car and caught up with my wife.

As we entered the hotel, to my dismay, rather than head to the lifts, Lucy turned into the hotel bar. Sensing my combination of confusion and disappointment, she gave me a wink and mouthed the word "patience". We got our drinks and found a quiet table towards the back. I suspected that if I knocked this drink back, Lucy would make me order another one, so I sipped it in time with her as we chatted about the trip and what had been happening at home.

With our drinks about two thirds gone, Lucy took my hand and placed it on her knee. Raising her eyebrows suggestively at me, she slowly opened her legs. Taking my cue, I slowly slid my hand up her thigh, taking care to make sure noone else in the bar knew what was going on. Reaching the top of her thigh, I encountered the damp material of her lacy panties, heat emanating from her pussy within. With a smile, Lucy closed her thighs around me, trapping my hand. Barely able to move, Lucy purred softly with any movement I could manage, pushing her soaking panties against her labia.

Drowning her drink, Lucy stood and indicated for me to follow. Eagerly, I followed suit and caught up to her at the lifts. Entering the lift, Lucy opened her raincoat and turned to me. I only got the briefest moment to admire her outfit before her arms were wrapped around my neck and her body pressed against me in a passionate embrace. I was able to get my hands inside the raincoat, past her waist and onto her firm buttocks. We kissed with fervour and passion, my hands moulding and kneading her tight muscles while she rubbed her breasts and groin against my body. My cock was in overdrive, responding to each movement as it was about to explode.

The lift arrived at our floor and jerked us out of our embrace. As she stepped out of the elevator, Lucy relaxed her shoulders and let the coat fall to the floor giving me a fantastic view of her lacy thong disappearing between her perfect butt cheeks. Picking up her coat, I was amazed, Lucy had never been a prude, but she had had a quite sheltered upbringing, so it was down to me to make more adventurous suggestions for our sex life, and here she was, strolling down a hotel corridor in just her underwear!

I followed Lucy, a couple of steps behind, partly because I didn't know the room number, but mainly so I could watch her naked buttocks as her hips swayed down the hallway. We turned a corner, we passed a young man coming out of his room, he stopped dead in tracks and stared, open-mouthed as Lucy walked past.

"He's going to be wanking himself silly over you tonight," I whispered into her as I caught up with her. There was a definite spring in her step and an extra wiggle to her hips in response.

Eventually, we reached what I assumed was our room as Lucy turned and searched her coat for the key card. As she unlocked the door and pushed it open, I grabbed her shoulder and spun her so her back was against the door. Pressing myself against her, I kissed her passionately, pushing us both into the room. As the door slammed shut behind us, I manoeuvred her back against the door, my hand on her thigh pulling her crotch against my raging hard on, my mind buzzing with lust. She responded in kind, one hand on the back of my neck, the other in the small of my back as she ground herself against me. I reached behind her back to release her bra, but she pushed me away.

"I have plans for you," she told me, eyes smouldering, "Trust me and you are in for the night of your life."

With that she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and, taking my hand, led me to the large double bed. She ordered me to take my shoes and socks off and to lie in the middle of the bed. Lucy climbed onto the bed and straddled my stomach, even through my shirt and her lace, I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Whatever she had planned, she was certainly looking forward to it.

From my position, I had an enviable view upwards of her full breasts enclosed and emphasised by their black lace coverings. Starting at her stocking-clad thighs, I slowly ran my hands up her body, feeling her smooth skin until I was finally able to massage her glorious tits through their lace prison, my thumbs brushing against where her nipples were forcing the material outwards. Lucy enjoyed my attention pushing her breasts outwards into my hands and rocking her hips against my stomach. Gently, she took hold of one of my hands and leant forward to kiss me. As we kissed, she pushed my hand towards the corner of the bed. Breaking the kiss, she leant over my arm pushing it right into the corner. The new position had her breast temptingly above my face so I lifted my head slightly and gently nibbled at the mound of her lace covered nipple, drawing a soft moan of pleasure from its owner. As I did this, I felt something soft being wrapped round my wrist and as she sat up I realised that that arm was now tied to the bed. Smiling at me, she repeated the process with my other arm allowing me access to her other nipple before leaving me unable to move.

This time, she sat up holding a scarf of some kind. Looking into my eyes she smiled as she twisted and wrapped it until it was just over an inch wide. The last thing I saw before she placed it over my eyes and tied it behind my head was her sexiest smile and I knew that this was going to be unforgettable. Once she had me blindfolded, she gave me a soft, loving kiss before climbing off the bed, leaving me blind and vulnerable.

I strained to hear where she was in the room, but she must have taken of her shoes and was gently walking barefoot. Randomly, she would touch me, stroking my face then running a hand down my calf, gently scratching my arm and then firmly rubbing her fingers over my erect penis through the material of my trousers. Each touch was like a feather charged with electricity, unpredictable and emphasising that she was in control and I was more than happy to let her be.

I was already losing track of time, but after what felt like 10 minutes, I felt Lucy climb onto the bed and straddle me. I heard a satisfied sigh as her hot pussy encountered my hard cock, even through the clothing, promising so much. As Lucy gently rocked against my hardness, I felt her hands slide up my chest towards my neck. One by one she undid the buttons of my shirt, taking her time until the last button came open. With a delicate touch that gave me goosebumps, she ran her hands up my exposed skin, pushing the material to one side.

I felt her stop rocking and shift position slightly before the next thing I knew I felt flesh and lace against my chest and soft lips just below my neck. With my lack of sight, the soft kisses she laid on me as she travelled down my body felt like butterflies landing on me, contrasting with the rougher lace rubbing against my bare skin. Lucy continued down my body, kissing delicately, her breasts bouncing against my straining cock as they passed, until she reached the waistband of my trousers. I let out a low moan as she bit my hard penis through my clothes, scraping her teeth over what must have been an obvious bulge, before rubbing it firmly along its length.

Her hand left my cock and I felt her pulling at my belt before moving on to the waistband, undoing the button. I heard the zip come undone and felt my hard member becoming freer as one layer of clothing was opened. Lucy firmly pulled my trousers past my buttocks and slowly dragged them off my legs. There was a pause which seemed to last and age as I lay there in just my boxer shorts, my cock twitching desperately, aching for attention. I could hear Lucy breathing at the foot of the bed, but no sign of her moving. The anticipation was killing me when suddenly I felt a gentle touch as she scratched her nails along the length of my penis, making me moan softly as it reared up in reaction. Lucy purred as stroked my length with her fingertips. My moans became stronger as her stroking became firmer until suddenly, to my disappointment, she stopped and removed her hand.

The room was silent once more apart from the sound of our heavy breathing as Lucy seemed to be considering her next move. It came as she grabbed the waistband of my boxer shorts and pulled them roughly downwards allowing my rigid cock to spring free and stand proud. Lucy quickly fully removed my underwear and I readied myself for her hand on my cock. However, it never came. Instead, I could hear Lucy's breathing quickened and a faint rubbing sound. As her breathing turned to groans I realised what was going on. I could picture her leaning against the desk, looking at me, naked with my cock standing tall, waiting for her, her hand in her knickers, rubbing at her clitoris. The picture in my mind was incredible as her moans became more intense. In my mind's eye, I pictured her back arching involuntarily, her hips grinding against her busy fingers. The picture was so intense I almost came myself as I heard her scream out her orgasm.

Silence descended once more, save for Lucy's panting as she recovered her senses. Soon even that came under control and I was left disorientated, straining my hearing for any indication of where in the room my wife was. Without warning I felt a single finger trace its way from my balls to the tip of my cock before disappearing. A few moments later all four fingers stroked up the side of my thick member before it was abandoned once more. Each touch caused me to hold my breath in anticipation and penis to jerk in response. She carried on this exquisite torture, touching me from different angles in different ways so I never knew what was coming next.

Eventually, I felt her wrap her hand around my cock, gripping it tightly she started slowly stroking its full length.

"Fuck, that's good," I breathed huskily as she gradually increased the pace. With the blindfold and the teasing, every nerve ending in my crotch was on fire. I was moaning almost incoherently in pleasure as she moved her hand faster and faster along my shaft.

"Cum for me baby," Lucy purred sexily, "I want to see it shoot up into the air."

"My god, I'm going to," I gasped desperately, knowing she had brought me right to the edge.

"Fuck, yes, I'm here," I screamed as I felt my orgasm erupted, my cock jerking in Lucy's hand, sending my seed skywards. I felt the warm and wet ropes as they fell on my chest and stomach before the final couple of spurts that must have dribbled onto Lucy's hand.

"Wow, that was a lot," exclaimed Lucy, "You're going to need cleaning up now."

With that I felt her licking slowly at my chest, working down to my stomach, lapping up the thick blobs of sperm, taking care not to miss a drop. Upon reaching my now soft dick, she took all of it into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean. Once satisfied, she released it from her mouth, already half hard. As she leant against me to kiss me on the mouth I was surprised to feel the lace of her bra against my bare chest, I had forgotten she was still in what little she had been wearing.

She broke the kiss and moved away from the bed. I heard some movement and the next thing I knew I could feel some textured material being dragged across my chest. Slowly it zig zagged over my chest and stomach before sliding over my rapidly rising penis. I presumed it was her bra and had it confirmed when I felt her leaning on the bed and and a stiff nipple brushed my lips. She teased me with it, pulling away as I tried to lick and kiss the bud, before allowing me suck the erect tip into my mouth. She relaxed and pressed her breast against me, allowing me to explore it with my tongue and lips. She moaned as I gently held the nipple in my teeth and flicked my tongue against it. As her breathing started to quicken once more she pulled away and left me alone once more.

Another brief sound of movement and I felt damp material on my face. I breathed in the unmistakable aroma of my wife's arousal, almost getting high off the scent. I was in such a sexually charged state part of me wanted to suck the material into my mouth and taste her juices. Thankfully, Lucy moved the material before I could embarrass myself, slowly she let them brush against my chest and stomach as she carried them towards my crotch. She wrapped them around my stiff cock, still warm from her body heat, and rubbed them up and down it's length. It was a strangely erotic experience, the heat and the dampness hinting at what was hopefully to come, the slightly rough texture of the lace a new sensation. Once she was ready, the panties were removed and I heard then land on the floor with a soft thump.

I held my breath in anticipation as I felt Lucy climb onto the bed with me. Her hand held my cock straight up and I sensed either her feet or knees disturbing the mattress either side of my hips. After an agonising few seconds, I exhaled as her hairs tickled the end on my penis followed by the soft, giving flesh of her labia, wet with her arousal. She rubbed the bulbous head inside her hot lips, searching for her tight entrance. She gasped as she found it and started lowering herself onto me. We both let out a moan of relief and ecstasy as she sank down over my pole, letting it stretch her as she took it all in.

"Yes," she sighed passionately, "My god I've been looking forward to this." With that she raised herself so only my tip was inside her, before sliding back down with a groan. She continued at a seductive, slow rhythm, I could feel every part of her giving channel, squeezing my invading member, hot and wet against my flesh, my blindness enhancing each sensation like I had never known before. She continued to ride me in this controlled, hypnotic fashion, her tightness and the increasing intensity of her moans my only guide to her emotions.

"Fuck, yes," Lucy screamed as I started to work my hips in time with her. The feeling was so concentrated, my cock and her pussy the only parts of our bodies in contact with each other, everything emanating from them. It couldn't last forever though, the intensity of Lucy's moans kicked up a notch as her movements became more erratic. She started slamming her body down on me with all she could, desperately trying to get the maximum penetration, the most stimulation.