It has been four months since I have seen him. Four months is entirely too long to go without feeling his touch. He is coming home tonight and with four months of sleeping alone, we will both be cumming tonight. Work is going to be very difficult today because my thoughts will only be about him. His smell, his touch, his hands on my body, his cock... wow, this is going to be a long day.
Five O'clock is finally here. I have to rush home and freshen up before I go to the airport. Just a quick shower, I took a long one this morning. I chose my clothes carefully. He sent me an email last night with exactly what he wanted to see me in when he arrived. Denim skirt, black strap heals, one of his white shirts, and no panties.
It is finally time to leave. As I get closer to the airport, my pussy gets wetter. I hope his flight is not delayed. I park and rush inside to check the flight status. It was early and has already landed. I can barely contain my excitement knowing that he is already here.
As I turn to head towards the waiting area, I feel someone's arm wrap around my waist from behind. He pulls me to him tightly. I can feel that he is just as excited to see me. He turns me around to kiss me as he grasp one of my breast. After a few minutes of PDA, I pull away and say, "Welcome home". He looks me over and gives me a smile of approval. It is time to get his luggage and head for the car.