Welcome Home 143

It's finally the day you're coming back from your trip. It's been a whole week, and you've been so busy and so stressed out from work that you've barely had the time or energy for more than a quick email or text to say goodnight, none of the spicy little notes we usually exchange when we're apart, none of the late-night phone sex sessions we've gotten so good at to take the edge off. I've been making good use of some of my favorite adult sites to keep my frustration down to a bearable simmer, but it's not the same as your warm hands on my body, your lips on my nipples, your cock in my mouth.

I spent last night thinking about what I would do when I pick you up from the train station; I thought we deserved something a little special. I decided to put on a skirt and a pair of panties I ordered last week so I would have something to tempt you with, very skimpy and crotchless. They are the least comfortable underwear imaginable, but it will be worth it; while you're driving us home, I can start to play with myself. I'll entice you and arouse you until you can't stand it anymore. We'll pull over and you can fit your fingers, and maybe your tongue, through the slit.

I drive to the station and see your train come in. I forgot how good it feels to feel your arms around me. My heart starts pounding, with happiness at seeing you and excitement of what we're about to do. We pick up your bags, and chat a little about your trip until we get to the car. You say you're tired from the trip and want me to take the wheel, not exactly how I wanted it but I don't want to tell you my plan yet, so I get behind the wheel and we start the long drive home.

After some time on the road, I'm horny enough to make a move, driving or not. You look beat, but I think I can get you interested. I slide my skirt up a little, so that the bottom of the panties just barely show. You slide your hand up my thigh and rest it there. So far, so good. I grin and trail one of my fingers up my thigh, and continue up, to the hole in my soaking panties. I slip a finger inside the hole and rub a little. I sigh, partially to tease you and partially because it feels so good. Now you're watching me. I keep stoking for a minute, until you push my hand away and replace it with your own. I feel you rubbing my clit; you insert one finger, then two. You move them in and out, wetter and wetter. I'm so excited I look for a place to pull off the road. After a few minutes, we see a strip mall with a big parking lot and decide to see if we can find a little privacy.

I drive as far away from the stores as we can get; a corner of the lot has a couple of dumpsters and some trash, but no cars nearby. It's not romantic, but it'll do. I park and move the seat back as far as it will go; you unbuckle and bend down to reach me. I feel your warm, soft tongue and hot breath tickle me, you move my thighs a little farther apart to get better access. You push your tongue far up inside me. I don't know which of us is enjoying it more: I know how much you love the way I taste. You keep fucking me with your tongue, through the hole in my underwear, the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

I don't care that we're near the dumpsters, in a car, in public, in broad daylight. I just enjoy the licking and the sucking. Finally, I come, the way I always do, writhing and bucking as if I'm trying to get away, but you know that's the last thing I want. You hold me tight and keep up the pressure. It's so intense I almost can't stand it; it seems to go on forever. Finally I'm done; I fall back against the seat, my skirt pulled up around my waist, too spent to worry about covering myself up. After a minute, when I can breathe again, I lean over and kiss you hard, tasting myself on your tongue. I tell you to buckle up; I want to get you home fast so I can thank you properly.