Christina brushed away the strand of straight brown hair that had stuck to her cheek.
Waiting by the luggage carousel was probably the thing she hated most about airports, though night flights and navigating airport hallways and corridors weren't that far down the list either and she knew she'd have to endure them all tonight.
She was still feeling a bit hazy from the short sleep she'd managed to take and the spinning carousels and frantic chatter were really messing with her tense nerves.
As if luck itself acknowledged how close Christina was to breaking point, she made sure that her baggage was the first passenger from her flight to lift her luggage from the carousel. She hurried through passport control and raced the little man on the "Exit" signs to the terminal's exit and into the waiting rooms where a sign with her name in the hands of a nervous, short haired eighteen year old called out to her.
"Not bad", she thought to herself upon seeing his shy smile and hazel eyes, and she laughed inwards at the insanity of such thoughts in her current state. They'd arranged that she'd wear a simple black blouse over ripped jeans and sneakers so that he'd recognize her, though not a really original outfit, it all apparently worked out because the guy fumbled to let go of the sign and shake her hand.
"I'm Damien, welcome to the states", he said with a wide smile
"Christina, pleased to finally be here" she replied, with half-jokingly raised, delicate eyebrows. "Sorry if I'm not much of a talker on the way to your place", she added, "I'm tired as hell".
It was a comfortable ride home, though Christina felt it would have been more comfortable if he didn't keep studying her all the time. She was turned to the side looking out of the window from her inclined passenger seat, and he could feel her eyes on her exposed lower back all the time. She hoped her thong wasn't showing but she didn't really care enough to do anything.
Damien's glances became more frequent as his arousal grew. His eyes followed the cute little trench of her spine-line until it disappeared under a daring black thong that accentuated the butt he'd noticed since their encounter at the airport.
So firm looking and inviting, and although not big, it playfully jutted out in two round, toned cheeks that stretched her denim trousers to bursting point. Even the mere inch of it plus the undergarment that was now on display was enough to form a tent on the front of Damien's pants the likes of which he had rarely experienced.
He must have been fifteen minutes from his place when he decided that it had all become unbearable. He began to slide his hand down towards his pole but he snapped out of it when he heard Christina begin to shuffle. He froze for a second wandering if she had seen something but he soon realized she had simply turned around in her sleep.
Now, he was faced with her relaxed Mediterranean face, her big almond shaped eyes closed under her thin delicate eyebrows and slowly breathing through her small nose, not a stereotypical Hollywood star nose, hers was slightly down turning but it blended greatly with the rest of the face. He let his eyes wander over her warm-looking mouth and rounded chin, lingered over the cherry red lips for a while, and then further down to her firm torso with the close hugging blouse that left little to the imagination, you could practically see the outline of the bra strap, from when it ran over the shoulder all the way down to where it connected with the cups that covered her breasts. They weren't obscenely big or anything, just the size that would snugly fill a large male palm and they made Damien's driving a real challenge.
But the real challenge posed itself when he finally brought the car to a halt outside his place – showing his guest to her room without her noticing his erection. He decided he'd get her bag first, then wake her up whilst holding it in front of his crotch and carry it in that manner all the way to her room.
It was all nice and dandy until he had to put the bag down. It was then that he realized that his tool was jutting out obscenely instead of growing parallel to his leg in his boxers, a second too late it seemed, because his guest looked up from her new bed on which she had sat and that aura of elegance that her face usually gave off, was now screaming 100% mischief instead.
"How cute" was the only thing she said and to Damien's surprise she pulled her blouse over her head and threw it to hang on his tool before sliding under the bed sheets and taking off her jeans there.
"Goodnight Damien", she added, before reaching for the light switch above her bedpost.
He stood in the dark, dumbfounded for several long seconds before he spun around on his heels and headed for the bathroom, her blouse still hanging from his pole, but he decided against wasting tonight's sperm... he wanted it in or on Christina.. he wanted her bad.
It was a hard night for him, in all the meanings of the word, and he was glad to be up the next morning, at least collage would help get his mind off her and relax for a bit. She was cold throughout the morning, with the exception of a wink here and there, she didn't even let him show her around the collage grounds, but the epitome came when he spotted her at the parking lot around noon with her hand around the person that Damien despised the most in the campus – some idiot jock kazanova called Steve, who obviously thought he could have any girl he liked. He even spanked her derriere when she began to walk towards Damien who was silently fuming in rage and envy.
"Hey Dam, you've got some interesting guys around here"
