I land after a ten hour flight and am exhausted. When I see you, however, all my senses come alive again: I see your beautiful eyes, hear your voice say my name, am kissed just like on that night on the street, taste your deliciousness, and smell your cologne and leather jacket. It all feels surreal. As we stand at the baggage claim, you nibble at my neck oh so subtly, just enough to make every hair on my body stand at attention. Your beautiful fingers lightly touch my throat and caress my lips; I am all yours indeed.
You open up the trunk of the car, and as we're standing there the wind lifts my short skirt up so that you get a full view underneath. No underwear! You are ready to do it right then and there! On the drive I am playing with the hair on your arm and putting my fingers in your mouth, which you gladly take in and suck hard. The bulge in your jeans is unmistakable. We decide to go to one of the beautiful parks in the city. It's a gorgeous, sunny day, and the park is crowded with people. We find a secluded hideaway in a thicket, spread out a blanket you've brought, and finally can take each other in completely. The moment has arrived! But looking at each other doesn't last more than a few seconds; the attraction between us is magnetic and out of our control. Suddenly we are kissing: passionately, delicately, tongues swirling. Que rico! I could do this for hours. I break away every now and again to take in your endless eyes, and go back for more kisses and more tongue.