The flight was long and tedious. Despite distracting yourself with a couple of glasses of wine and a movie it was still too long and you hate wasting time. The stewardesses fussed over you, well that’s what they're paid to do for first class passengers but you fly too often to be impressed.
Flying with minimal luggage has its advantages and you're through customs with precious little effort and walking out into arrivals.
I can see you from across the vast concourse. A little crumpled, tie loosened, briefcase in hand scanning the crowds of people looking for me. I told you I'd pick you up. You've been gone too long this time and I missed you. I missed you in my bed, curled around me in the mornings, I missed you at night when the bed was too big for just me, and I missed watching you sleep.
I smile to myself at the memory of late night discussions about fantasies. You told me one about an airport once and I wanted to make this homecoming particularly memorable so I've gone back over in my mind every detail and recreated the scenario you described.
I'm stood close to the wall, just about as far away from you as I can get in the huge concourse. You haven’t noticed me yet...
I can see you, that little frown on your face when you're concentrating. I know you well enough to know you look weary, that you're a little impatient to get home. I watch as you look at your watch and smile, my time keeping is notoriously bad but I want you to be a little impatient. Its part of my plan.
I let a couple more minutes pass, and then start to walk through the crowds towards you. I know the exact moment you see me because you stop moving impatiently.
I stop for a moment and watch your eyes scan over me, taking in every detail. The long coat pulled around me, tied at my waist with a belt, a simple loop, not one with a buckle, reaching almost to my ankles, the slender ankles, black stocking covered, the impossibly high heels adding 4 inches to my height, my long hair tucked inside the collar of my coat, scarlet fingernails, my bag over my shoulder. I know you don’t miss a detail.
I start walking back towards you again. Its like being the only two people there. About 3 metres away from you, you smile and its like watching the sun come out, there might as well be no-one else there. And I can't help but smile back at you, you're tan and tired looking and I have missed you so much. You drop your briefcase at your feet and open your arms and I walk straight into them.
My arms round your neck. I'm practically as tall as you, my hair brushing against your face as you wrap me up in your arms, my perfume is the only thing you're aware of, and the feel of me pressed against the length of you. My mouth kisses your neck, and then your lips are on mine, kissing me slowly, my tongue delicately tasting you, sliding into your mouth, deepening the kiss, your hand at the back of my head, tangling up in my hair. Uncaring of the scores of people passing by.
I sigh against your mouth and lean away from you, so I can see you, one of my hands moving to your chest as I smile at you, the other has untied the belt of my coat. I put my arms back round your neck and whisper in your ear "surprise".
You look at me enquiringly as your arms again circle my waist, but this time my coat is undone so you automatically reach inside my coat and I see the sudden surprise as you encounter naked skin instead of the clothing you expected to find. You almost step away from me but I have my arms holding you close, your hands move against my bare back, one travelling down to encounter the soft silk and lace of my thong, the other upwards to reach the back strap of my bra. You smile lazily at me. "Running too late to dress," you ask?
"Not at all," I grin back, "I thought you might like to see what you were getting later."
The arrivals lounge is busy, and we stand in the middle of the floor, only you knowing that under the heavy coat I'm wearing just my underwear.
Your hand travels over the curve of my arse, more skin than panties, and you lean against me as your hand continues down the back of my thigh, encountering first skin and then the lace top of stockings. One fingers sliding under the elastic of the suspenders holding them up, playfully you snap it against my thigh and raise one eyebrow enquiringly.
"I thought you might like the whole works," I giggle helplessly. The look on your face reminds me of a cat given the cream, and not just a saucer full but the whole damn pot!
"Lets go," you growl at me, stepping away from me suddenly. As you reach down to pick up your briefcase you just have time to glimpse the pale gold skin of my belly and a glimpse of black lace before I hurriedly pull my coat together and retie the belt.
"Lets go home," I tell you.
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