I'm on my way to pick my girlfriend from the airport.
Annalise studies French and German at a British university and has recently started her third year. During this year, she must go to a university abroad for a few months where she learns about the culture and how to speak French and German in their native countries. In September Annalise travelled to Bordeaux where she will reside for the next few months. We both appreciate the love of sex and how important it is for our relationship. We are always eager to try new things, and most importantly, to satisfy each other's sexual needs.
I am 25 and my girlfriend is 21. We have been together now for 3 years, and we have always heard that relationships cool down sexually after a few months, and we believed that this would eventually happen to us. However, for some reason (one for which I will never complain about), this has never happened. We still experiment with each other's bodies. She always wears new lingerie. We often find new positions to try. We make every effort to keep things fresh in the bedroom. If you ask me, this is the only way to keep a relationship going for years to come. Whenever we have been away from each other for a couple of weeks, we are both absolutely gagging for each other when we meet up again.
Anyway, this story relates to a recent time when Annalise came over to visit me.
I park my car at the airport, get out and walk nervously in the direction of arrivals. The last time I had seen Annalise was about 2 weeks ago. I couldn't wait to see her again. 2 weeks without sex with this woman is almost too much to bear. At 5 foot 11, I am a slim sporty lad who looks after his body. With long, brown hair down to my shoulders, some may describe me as looking like a surfer. I was dressed casually in baggy jeans, trainers, a checked shirt (with a couple of buttons undone at the top) and smelling of her favourite cologne.
Carrying a bunch of flowers in my right hand, I sit and wait for Annalise to arrive. After 5 minutes, she walks through the terminal. As usual, her appearance takes my breath away. Standing at 5 foot 7 with shiny long brown hair resting just past her shoulders, Annalise has a button nose along with a large mouth perfect for sucking dick. With pale green eyes lighting up her face, she waves and gives me a dazzling smile. Today she is wearing cherry red lipstick that makes her look sexy as hell. She has made many people's heads turn as she walks voluptuously towards me. As we embrace into a hug, her body presses into mine as I push back into hers. We remain that way for a few seconds, each of us smelling each other's hair, until she pulls away slightly and whispers sultrily in my ear, 'let's get out of here'.
We move towards the exit. As I hold the door open for her to walk through, I am left once again admiring her inch perfect body. Annalise wears a small green skirt that barely covers her thighs and ass. It shows off her perfect rump bottom wiggling away with every perfect step she takes. Below her derriere is a spectacular pair of long, naked, shiny legs that meet her sandals on her small, pretty feet. She also wears a skimpy tight top, excelling her perfect C cup breasts, and her whole appearance oozes sex. It is enough to make me rock hard. She turns to look at me as she walks out the door. She smiles to herself, knowing and loving, the effect her appearance still has on me.
We walk back to the car, chuck Annalise's luggage into the boot and get in the car. We both sigh and look at each other, and talk about her flight, my day, the usual introductory comments. Then we lean towards each other and kiss. The first soft light kiss on each other's mouths turns into a full-blown, passionate embrace, where our tongues are entwining with each other's. Our breathing starts getting a little quicker.
We pull away from each other, both of us smiling. My hand reaches up to caress her hair and side of her face in an affectionate way. She looks at me, and allows her hands to wander as well, first across my back, then reaching round to the front, where she runs her hand firmly over my shirt and torso. She sighs her approval, allowing her smile to turn into a grin. Continuing to be as stiff as a metal rod, I want to grab and fondle her breasts. However if I do, we will have full-blown hot sex in the car, possibly in full view of everyone in the airport car park. I can see that Annalise wouldn't mind that right now, but I want to wait until we get to the hotel. So I start the car, pull out and drive in the direction of the hotel.
Annalise asks a few questions about my trip, but as I start to answer, I lose the capability to answer. Annalise rests her black-painted, finger-nailed hand on my thigh. She starts to slide it up and down my leg. This type of physical contact always leaves me speechless especially when I haven't wanked for 2 weeks (I always like to build myself up as Annalise has a thing for big loads).
'So, did you have any traffic problems here?' she asks neutrally, clearly enjoying my reaction.
I try to answer, to be polite, to say anything to distract myself from what she is doing to me as I try to concentrate on keeping the car on the road. Her hand continues to glide up and down my thigh, moving closer and closer towards my crutch. I glance across and see that she has real intent and purpose written across her face. The wicked smile, the biting of the lower lip, the look that tells me she will take this to the next level.
She tries again 'What did you do last night?' she asks.
'You know I can't talk properly when you're doing that' I reply.
'I know. That's why I do it. I get a kick out of doing it. Keep your concentration.'