I stand nervously in the arrivals area at the airport fixing my too red lipstick and scolding myself for being ridiculous. There is nothing to be nervous about, I tell myself, he'll be happy with you. I have the platinum blonde hair he asked for up in the high ponytail I know he loves. Red fingernails to match my lipstick. The shiny black thigh high boots I'd bought just for him and practiced walking in for weeks. And I have the dress - black, vinyl, extremely short, plunging neckline, tightly hugging every curve of my body due to the corset lacing up the entire back of it, which also prevents me from wearing any underwear. I'd bought it specifically to wear when I picked him up. I'd shown it to a couple of girlfriends beforehand and they'd all had the same reaction: You are not wearing that to the airport. Yet here I am standing in the airport, feeling conspicuous as the eyes of everyone walking past rake over me, and worried that he won't like his surprise.
The muse came through the gates smiling and greeted me with a kiss. We walked the short distance to the car, chatting about his flight while I opened the trunk and he put his bags inside. Any doubts I had about my appearance were quelled when he reached an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, kissing me hard as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, his nail digging into the cheeks of my ass. A moment later he let me go. We got in the car. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me when I tried to put my key in the ignition. "We aren't going anywhere yet." He pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up the dress to find my pussy already soaking wet. He pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while I buried my face in his neck whimpering. After not having been touched in five months, I was ready to come almost immediately, but just when I was on the brink he abruptly pulled away from me. "People," he said by way of explanation and I looked up to see a group of them walking right in front of my car. I moaned with the agony of being so close to orgasm and then having it taken away from me, but they were gone as quickly as they'd appeared and he was back inside me, expertly fucking me with his fingers as I clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. When I came for him it was all the more intense from being made to start all over again, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rushed over me. "God, I missed you," I said when it was over.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy. "Good," he replied while he pushed them in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I'd finished, he kissed my mouth softly. "We can go now," he said.
