A and I had been apart for over two weeks as I had been out of town with my family. While I was away, we kept in touch every day with emails and texts but we also began, what is surely to be a new tradition for us, sending each other pictures every day. What started out innocently enough; a picture of my son and I at the Newark airport on a lay over and a picture of A driving to a meeting, quickly turned sexual. Why that surprised me, I still don't know but by the third day, there were pictures of A, half dressed, grabbing his hard cock for me and of my tanned naked body lying on the king size hotel bed. We had fifteen days of pictures to send to one another so we had to get creative with it. It made our time apart bearable and served to build up the anticipation for my return.
I made it home in the afternoon and A and I couldn't wait to see each other so on my way to do some errands, he met up with me in the parking lot of a hotel we often go to nearby. He got there before me and when I parked my car next to his, he looked at me through his window and beamed. He was smiling ear to ear as I got into the passenger seat of his sports car and handed him the small gift that I brought back for him. He grabbed me and pulled me close in a tight hug while crushing my mouth with his. Hungrily, he kissed my lips and his tongue found its way in my mouth. I grabbed his hair and moaned as I kissed him back, wishing that the layers of clothes and winter jackets would disappear so that I could feel his warmth. We were giddy to be together after what seemed like a never ending vacation as we talked like excited children. The x- rated picture experiment had made us both terribly aroused for weeks and as A slipped his hand inside my panties, I asked him coyly if he was hard. He looked at me and answered: "What do you think?".
I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. I was already dripping wet and as A fingered my pussy he asked me how I was going to explain my drenched panties when I got home. I moaned louder and said that I didn't care. A kissed me passionately and as his lips parted with mine, he looked deep into my eyes and said: "I am so in love with you". I kissed him harder and told him that I loved him more and he said: "Impossible".
I laughed as I said: "I love how we are whispering sweet nothings to one another as your hand is down my pants". Then, as I said that it should always be this way, he laughed and answered that he was just about to say the very same thing.
As A continued to pump his finger in and out of my pussy, I told him about how I had been fantasizing about his mouth on my clit making me cum over and over. I told him that I had been thinking of his tongue all day while I was on the plane. His eyes sparkled as he said: "Let me go down on you right now". I pushed him away as there were other cars and a few people walking by but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He pulled down my pants and started licking me so slowly and deliciously, I couldn't help but moan and tell him not to stop.
We both didn't get any release that day and the anticipation for next time might kill me but it was amazing to see A, to kiss his lips and to feel his body against mine.
