The Lay Over [still only a fantasy]

After months of emails, the occasional phone call, sharing fantasies and dreaming about being together, she arrives at Sky Harbor on her way to Denver. She has an hour before her connecting flight and I barely have much more before my alibi runs out. I meet her just outside security. She is vibrant and unlike her pictures, three dimensional. She beams with a smile that says at last! Walking briskly towards me. Her flowing skirt trailing through and around her legs, laying across her thighs in a way that displays her curves beautifully. Her blouse is light pink, form fitting as I requested, three buttons open at the top and a silver chain and pendant that leads my eyes to her cleavage in the moment before our first hug.

The hug is strong as I lift her off her feet and she clings to me like a soldier returning from the front. At last I am in contact with this woman with whom I have only exchanged words. Like an old friend there is no awkwardness. As the hug subsides to a firm grasp and our faces withdraw so that we can look into one another's eyes, it is only a moment before our first kiss begins and cascades into a slow, deep sharing of tongues and soft moans. Ended only by a shared awareness of our exuberant PDA, we break off and walk hand in hand through the moving walkways and expressway like terminal isles. Our destination is anywhere we can have some privacy. The clock is ticking.

Our conversation takes only a few minutes to do away with the how are yous and how was your flight. As we enter the alcove for the elevators she's clinging to my arm, whispering that she's already wet for me. The elevator is empty when we step in and as soon as the doors are closed we are kissing passionately, my hands pulling firmly at her waist, grinding her against me as my cock strains hard against the confines of my pleated dress pants. I cup one breasts in my hand and squeeze hard and her moans reverberate in my mouth. My other hand slips down over her ass and is gathering the fabric of her dress, lifting it up over her ass when the DING sounds and the elevator stops. Everything stops. We are just two average people standing in an elevator.

Suit cases in hand, a elderly couple shuffles in as we rush out into the parking garage. I intentionally parked along a far wall, and we grope each other as we walk and giggle and blurt out our overwhelming desires. When we arrive, I am pleased to find that two other large pick up trucks are parked on either side of mine. I backed into the space with a wall behind. I had envisioned us in the truck, clambering around as necessary to get to each other and accomplish what we had so long desired. But now, as we slipped between the vehicles and began kissing and groping with urgency, the confines of the passenger compartment just didn't seem to make sense. My hand once again found her breasts and our tongues danced while we panted and moaned. I pressed her against the neighbors truck and pulled my hips forward, grinding my straining cock into her thigh. Her hands held tight to the back of my head and neck as we kissed. In a moment my hands were both once again bunching up the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist. And I could feel her hands now, straining to undo my belt. As I took her ass in my hands and squeezed, lifting her panty, pulling it into her crotch and letting it go. I slid my fingers low, over her panty but under her ass until they were positioned over her perineum and the posterior reaches of her pussy. Sure enough the fabric of her panty was damp. Sure enough, this was as erotic as i had dreamed it would be.

With a hand on my chest she pushed me back and slipped out of my grasp, sinking into a squatting position in front of me. Completing the last steps necessary to drop my pants her fingers pulled the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs out and down and without even a pause to survey what was before her, she took my cock into her mouth. Her hands continued to work until everything was out of the way and then she gently caressed my balls while she bobbed her head over my shaft, taking me most of the way in and almost all the way out. I looked around, not seeing a soul, and fell into the rhythm she had started. I ran my finger through her hair, push my cock in and out and moaned. I watched her work, complimented her, and sometimes I grabbed her hair in tight fists, holding her still, and I fucked her mouth.

When I neared a peak from which i knew there would be no retreat, I tried to pull her back up and save the orgasm for later. But she grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight at the base, looked up at me and smiled. "There is no way I'm leaving without having your fucking cum in my mouth!" Those beautiful words were more than enough to encourage me, and as she took my cock back into her mouth I groaned and thrust it deep, exploding with an incredible wave. Nearly unable to stand, falling back against my truck, she devoured me. Stroking and suck and throating me to oblivion and back.

I pulled her to standing and the frenzy continued. My hands all over her now, she became as compliant as a rag doll. We moved around to the back of my truck and I dropped the tail gate. I lifted her skirt once more and lifted her onto the tailgate. She leaned back as i opened her legs and I admired the little white cotton panty she was wearing. It was damp, a true camel toe, clinging to her wet mound. I licked her inner thighs, slide my fingers over the wet fabric and covered it with my mouth tasting her. Then i pulled them aside and began to slowly enjoy her smooth folds and wet sweetness. She moaned softly and pressed herself to my mouth. She arched her back and her hips shook, almost vibrated as she squeaked out a restrained "oh my God!" biting her lower lips and clawing at my hair.

We realized time was not on our side and we had been lucky no one had passed by close enough to notice what was going on. I pulled her from the tail gate and we looked in each others eyes. "I want to fuck so bad" I said in a deep soft growl. "Fuck me hard" She replied in a demanding tone. Then i grabbed her hair and turned her around. She put her hands on the truck and bent over as i lifted her skirt and slipped my fingers through her soft wet lips and up through the crack of her ass. Without any gentle probing or slowly slipping in a little at i time, I buried myself in her. I held her tight as I paused deep within her, throbbing. She whimpered in a high pitch, came instantly and then bent over slightly more and pushed back against me. "Oh God" She whispered aloud. I held her waist with both hands now and penetrated her with long deep thrusts. Growing faster as she moaned and chirped. She pressed back against me, never pulling away from my pounding. She was so wet. She reached down between her legs and spread her wetness all over my balls as I drove into her, my orgasm building. Nearing the final blows, I grabbed her hair and pulled her up towards me, a hand around her and up under her blouse. Her bra pushes askew, I took a full hard grasp of her bare breast. I humped her now. There was no love making. There was no thought of pleasing her now. I was an animal, fucking only to get myself off. This was where she wanted to take me. This was the height to which we both hoped to reach. I came hard, deep inside her, groaning and clawing at her as she whimpered and trembled through her own orgasms.

In a minute we were both dressed, nodding hello to a family dragging a luggage carrier by and pushing a stroller. Her flight leaves in 18 minutes. The "A" group has boarded and by the time she gets there it will be final boarding. We kiss. We promise to write. We parted at security. I wash up in an airport rest room and glance in the bed of my truck as I put my tailgate up. It is a good thing I noticed her panties.