Copyright Feb. 2020
Before you exiting the airplane you try discreetly adjust the bulge that has slowly been growing in anticipation in your already tight jeans the closer you got to landing. You were expecting her to meet you at the airport, just as she has every time you've met over the last six months, but scanning the crowd you don't see her. Finally you spot a man holding a card with your name on it. A driver? That's not normal... He hands you the card with a hand written apology on it, "I'm sorry, my meetings are running late. I'll see you tomorrow. XOXO -R" Not what you wanted after a four hour flight, but what can you do...oh well, looks like it's going to be a lonely dinner and a cold shower for you tonight.
The driver takes you to your hotel and you complete your check in. You send the bags up with the bell hop and decide to just get dinner from the hotel restaurant and head in that direction. You slowly eat your dinner in no rush now that the evenings plans have been ruined. You find that the food doesn't have the flavor it usually does, push yourself back from the table, toss a few bills on the table to cover your check and head to your room.
As you enter the elevator, you think about the last time you made this trip, memories are still vivid, so intense that you think you can smell her perfume. You shake your head smiling, you know it's pretty bad if your imagining things this early on in your trip and your not even sleep deprived yet.
You get to your door and hesitate...it's open but just a crack...What?..Surely the bell hop wouldn't have been so careless would he? You quietly and cautiously step inside the door, making sure the door clicks quietly behind you. Looking around you notice nothing out of the ordinary, nothing is out of place. Maybe it was just an honest mistake, but wait! What is that noise? You hear some faint noise from the bathroom. You softly walk in the direction of the bathroom not wanting to alert whoever is there. You want to catch them in the act.
You stop suddenly as you reach the doorway because no one is hiding. She's there...bent over the tub checking the temperature of the water she's running in the bath. Her dress barely covering her behind as she bends over. You stand there and admire her because she hasn't realized you're there yet. Looking down, you notice she's barefoot so she's taken off her shoes, but she must have hidden them because you didn't see them. Your eyes travel up her legs to the backs of her knees where you know if you hit just right she's ticklish, then up to her oh so lovely thick thighs. That's when you realize something else, she's not wearing any panties.
You instantly become hard, bulging against your zipper, your clothes were already uncomfortable enough. You can't help but groan, alerting her to your presence. She jumps and turns around.
As her eyes meet yours you can see her surprise but also that she's pleased that you are here. A sly smile tugs at her lips, but she tries to hide it by biting her bottom lip, "OH...umm...you weren't supposed to be here yet.... I'm not ready."
You look at her wondering what she's up to. Then a thought occurs to you and before better senses can take over, you stalk over to her and grab her around the waist pinning her to you. With a soft growl in your voice you ask her, "Is this what you were wearing in your meeting?" She smiles at you, "No, I changed before coming here. Now had YOU been in that meeting, I'd make no promises." You want to stop yourself and ask more questions, but can't resist anymore, using one hand you grab a handful of her hair and pull her in forcefully for a kiss, keeping your other arm around her waist you lift her just slightly off the ground. She doesn't resist and melts into your embrace. You forget all about the disappointment of her not being at the airport, of the lonely dinner, all that matters is right here right now with her in your arms.