My boyfriend comes from a small town originally, 120 miles from where we live now. Last holidays he went home to see his family for a month, but after 3 weeks I couldn’t take it anymore and I caught the plane up to see him. He was picking up me and his aunt from the airport at the same time, but he text messaged me just before I boarded the plane to say that his aunt’s plane was delayed by two hours and that we’d “have to kill the time somehow” between 9 and 11pm. It was the longest flight of my life. We grabbed something to eat and sat in the car at the beach eating it, but neither of us could take the politeness much longer, and I put my hand on his thigh and kissed him. He stopped me and started up the engine, taking us somewhere more private. The front seat was awkward, so I climbed over the back, giving him a good view of my g-string underneath my purposefully chosen skirt. He got out of the car and walked around then, and he’d barely closed the door as he ripped off my panties and pushed his rock-hard cock into my wet pussy, which was tighter than ever from 3 weeks without a good hard fuck. After we came, he went down on me, and I soaked the car seat as both our juices poured out of me. We had to make sure that his aunt sat on the other side!
