It has been so long since I have held him in my arms. So long since he has made me weak. For two weeks I have been writing letters to him, but it is not the same. I have had plenty of solo flights since he has been gone. All of them have been wonderful, but nothing beats the feeling of his strong arms around me and his expert tongue working magic inside of me.
This morning I awoke with him on my mind. I woke up and glanced at his empty pillow. It was crazy, but I moved to put my head in his space. Somehow I felt closer to him. Even just laying where he lies naked created a stirring inside of me. My hands found their way up my warm, sleep filled body to my already hard nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands. They would be rubbing and pinching my nipples until they were standing straight out. My eyes were closed and my knees were bent..I already could feel the familiar wetness return to my sweet spot between my milky white legs.
I moaned out loud remembering the last time he was here with me. I reached into my drawer and brought out my substitute lover. My realistic dildo. I lay it across my chest as I opened my pussy wider to the air.
βOh baby, I wish this were you.β I spoke as if he were there. I imagined him straddling my belly with his hard, pink cock pushed between my tits. I would hold them together for him as he fucked them. My tongue would not be able to resist getting a taste of his precum as his cock made it's way toward my mouth. I love the taste of him. Imagining him fucking me this way had the desired effect as my juices stirred and poured out of my pussy. I then plunged my thick dildo into my cunt. I screamed and moaned in pleasure, and of course I used his name.
"Oh Joe, fuck me. Fuck my wet cunt. Make me spill my juices all over your huge hard cock. Oh God Joe. Fuck me, fuck your slut baby. I am yours."
As I was thrashing my head around on his pillow and talking to him as if he were here I was soaking my bed. Soaking it as wave upon wave of beautiful, orgasmic pleasure swept over me. I lay in my own wetness for a time. Relishing the feeling, but wishing he were actually here with me. My baby loves when I get wet for him. He loves to drink my juice, and bathe in it.
It won't be long now. He is expected home tonight, I smile at the fact that I plan on fucking him in the car in the parking garage of the airport. I just cannot go another whole day without him. His best friend, Michael's, party is tonight, so we will be going there right after the airport. He is used to us showing up late and disheveled. He knows of our lust. Hell, Mike has even been in the room when we couldn't stand the anticipation anymore. He has been there when we have fucked hard, and fast. He is very used to us. I giggle again at our total lack of shame and modesty, and thank God that I found someone with the same need for sex as I.
I decide to finally get myself out of bed and take a shower. The hot water streaming across my breasts again reminds me of him, and I am wet on the inside as well. I take the shower head from its place on the wall and wash my newly shaven legs. I place a foot on the rail and aim the stream of water directly on my still tender clit. My body erupts with an instant orgasm that forces me to grab the bar for support. I moan from deep in my body and close my eyes as my pussy drains down my thighs.
βOh baby, I can't wait for you to come home.β I actually said it out loud.
I towel off and resign myself to getting ready for work. I dress in his favorite outfit as I will be leaving early to pick him up. As a second thought, I kick off my thong and leave it on his pillow. A signature move for me when I want to fuck. He will have already had me by the time he sees it, but maybe we can continue our lovemaking long afer we get home from Michael's party.
My day at work was long, but uneventful. I loved knowing that I had nothing on under my skirt. I even sat with my legs in a rather unladylike position under my desk. Not like anyone could see, but the thought of showing off a little made me more than a little damp. It doesn't take much for me. That is part of what Joe loves about me. The thought of him makes me smile. The phone ringing takes me back to reality and I answer it.
βMike? What? Where is he? Not coming home today? Oh my god. Flights are cancelled? Sure I will still come. I love your parties, but don't expect me to be in a good mood. I know Mike, you are a good friend. Bye.β
I hang up the phone and tears well in my eyes. Another day. I know it isn't the end of the world, but I miss him so much. I decide that I will go to Mike's after work anyway. Joe's friends are my friends now too, and I know that if anyone could cheer me up it is them.
I manage to get through the rest of the day, and even got some work done. At five thirty I get myself ready to go. I am going to go right to Mike's house. I figure that he may need some help getting ready and I don't have anything else to do now anyway. Oh well, I think. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
βOh baby. You wait until you get home tomorrow.βI smile as the door of the office closes behind me.
It only takes a few minutes to get to Mike's. He isn't home yet, but will be in minutes so I let myself in. He wont mind. I go in and help myself to a beer from his fridge. He has certainly stocked up for tonight. I kick off my shoes and get comfy on his couch. In the silence I finish my beer quickly. It goes down rather nicely. Just as I am deciding on another I hear Mike in the drive. I sit up quickly and for some reason feel like a kid caught in the cookie jar. My heart quickens slightly.