Baggage Claim

I had to pick up a friend from the airport. I was so excited. I hadn’t seen him in such a long time and couldn’t wait to spend some time with him. He and I had a hot history that I didn’t mind repeating. I went to baggage claim to wait for him. When I saw him coming down the escalator, I couldn’t stop myself from running up to him and jumping into his arms. He caught me and hugged me tight. When I pulled away and looked into his eyes, the air seemed to crack. There was such an amazing sexual energy between us. Nothing had changed. We some how managed to retrieve his bags and made it to my car— but that is as far as we got. When I bent over to move things around in the back seat, he pushed me inside. He was on top of me before I knew what was happening. His hand creeped under my dress and began caressing me through my panties. I heard a rip as he tore them out of the way. My hands went between our bodies, trying to get his belt unbuckled and out of the way. Once everything was unfastened, I used my legs to push his pants down to his ankles. He wasted no time pushing his stiff cock inside of me. His mouth swallowed my scream. It had been so long since I had felt him that way. There was nothing gentle about. It was total fucking madness. We were both half dressed, one door open to accommodate his height, the entire car was shaking— but nothing could stop it. He wanted me and I damn sure wanted him. His last thrust was a deep one, his cum coating the inside of my pussy. We both laid there for a bit, trying to catch our breaths and laughing. Once we were able to sit up and gather ourselves, I decided we should go straight to my house. His visit would be a short one and I planned on taking advantage of his body as many times as I could.