Welcome Home (Short Story)

My Smile grew wider as the escalator descended to the lower level of the airport. This trip had been a long one that had me just as frustrated as you were on the phone last night, but finally the plane has touched down and I’m here.

I look through the crowd searching for your tall frame and become a little sad when I don’t see it. But then just as promised there you are smiling back at me with that incredible smile. My heart beat immediately speeds up. Our attraction was a strong one that you promised would never fade and you’re right because what I feel for you right at this moment is the exact same feeling I had the first time I saw you.

I want you.

I see you’re wearing your favorite shirt, and I love that. Because it means to you, you’ve dressed your best for me. You have done everything in your power to be sure that I am happy today, and I appreciate it.

But I need more.

You meet me as I hit the ground level and I look up into your eyes for the first time of forever. I want you. I drop my carry on and frame your face with my small hands, pulling you down for the most amazing kiss.

Kissing that knowing grin right off your lips. You’ve teased me for weeks and its felt like years. You wrap your long arms around me and pull me closer. I can feel the crowd all around us staring at such an odd couple making out in the middle of the airport, but I don’t care. I’m done caring about what everyone else thinks. You did that. You’ve made me completely lose my mind and I love it.

You try to break the kiss and I groan loudly. It’s been to long already.

“Calm down baby.” You speak against my lips. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of all these people.”

You clear your throat and take a step back, a very uncomfortable step back. Again you give me that grin. You’re still teasing me.

Ha! I love a challenge.

“No panties.” Immediately your grin falls and so do your eyes to the long flowing white skirt that stops at my ankles.

“That’s not funny.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.” I grin back.

That’ll teach you.

“Let’s go.” Hmm, Why so serious baby? All of a sudden we’re in a rush? I reach down to grab my carry on.

“Don’t. I’ll get it.” Ever Mr. Protective. You don’t want anyone else to see what’s yours. I smile and watch as you pick up the bags. You grab my hand and pull me towards the exit. Is your hand shaking? I like getting you worked up.

“So how was your weekend?” I ask. I’m really just testing your level of arousal. If you ignore me, well I’ve already succeeded in my plan. If you answer I still have work to do and it’s a long ride from the airport home.

I can be creative.

“Great, I kind of just hung around and did nothing though.”

You have no clue that you’ve just made the ride home a long one for yourself. We wait on the side walk as cars pass and I feather my fingertips into your palm, you squeeze my hand to stop me. Finally there is a big enough gap in the cars for us to cross to the parking lot where your car is parked. You pop the trunk and carefully place my bags in. On the passenger side of the car you open my door and before I slide in I turn to kiss you, but you stop me with a quick peck. I let it slide, because I have so much more planned for you. I sit in the silence as you make your way to the driver side.

“Let’s go home.” You say as you settle in the driver seat.

“Yes let’s.”

I reply as I lean over and kiss you on the cheek. Ugh! You give me another one of those incredible smiles and I nearly melt in my seat. You maneuver the car out of the parking lot like you maneuver yourself through my brain, with ease.

My legs start shaking I want you so bad, so I raise the hem of my skirt to my knees and cross them there, clinching my thighs together. I see you looking out of the corner of my eye. Our brains aren’t that different. You’re imagining them wrapped around your waist right now. You slam on the breaks and I gasp. When I look up I see you’ve nearly hit the Toyota in front of us.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, the fucker just slammed on his breaks last minute.”

“Hmm..”

Yeah right!

I decide I should save my fun until we hit the highway. It would be horrible for you to hit a pedestrian before we even exit the airport grounds. I turn on the radio and allow the sweet voice of John Legend to fill the interior of the car. You have both hands on the steering wheel. You silly man you’re trying with all your might not to touch me.

Finally we hit the frontage road and enter the ramp to the highway. I turn my entire body to you and reach to lower the volume on “Ordinary People” it’s a cute song, but we both know we are anything but. I know you can see my every movement. You’re watching, waiting and there is probably a little hope that I won’t do anything crazy that may cause you to wreck your car.

“I’ve missed you.” I say. You visibly relax, you think you’re safe.

“I’ve missed you too baby. How was the flight?” We’ve talked enough don’t you think? I do. It’s all we’ve done these past few weeks.

“Mmmm…” I lean in letting my hand fall on your thigh, and I feel your muscles tighten. “It was long.” I run my hand up and down your thigh, teasingly close to your member, but not close enough. “I’ve missed you soooo much.” I squeeze at the top of your thigh and you jump. I look up to see you take a deep breath and groan.

This is what it felt like, every night that I went to bed without you after you teased me into insanity. You really shouldn’t have teased me like that.

“Behave.” You demand, but you’re not in control.

I ignore you and reach for the snap on your jeans, popping it open quickly. You reach down to stop my hand and I palm you through your Levi’s. Wow you’re holding back baby, maybe I underestimated how ready for me you really were. I allow my hand to slide up until I reach the top of your zipper. Slowly I go to slide it down and I’m halfway there when you stop me again.

“Behaaaaaaaa…” I’ve slipped my hand in and now it’s full of…. …. Well it’s full of you.
I stroke you gently as I speak slowly. “I’ve……missed……you……sooooooooooooooo…much.”

“Fuck!” Your knuckles are now white against the steering wheel and the one hand that was supposed to stop me had magically made its way back to it. I take the opportunity to finish with your zipper.

“What’s wrong baby? “

“I can’t concentrate on driving when you do that. If we crash it’ll be your fault.”
I give you a squeeze and stroke you from your base to your tip.

“You want me to stop?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.. I guess…” I make a big show of releasing you and pulling my hand away, but you catch it before I get too far.

“No. God please don’t stop.” I smile, I wasn’t going to anyway.

Back to the task at hand I stroke you slowly while you drive seventy-five miles per hour up the freeway. I really wish the console wasn’t in the way I’d love to suck on your neck right now. I look out the front windshield. Traffic was light

Screw it.

I take off my seatbelt and lean as close to you as I can.

“What the hell are you doing? Put your seatbelt back on noooooo” Hmm cat got your tongue? Seems like my tongue against your neck works as a silencing mechanism on you. I feel the car swerve and I look up to see us coming to a stop on the shoulder. You throw the car in park and turn to me taking my mouth hard. I do believe you just grew harder in my hand.

“I want you right now.” You gasp out as you attempt to pull me over the console.

“No! Are you nuts? We are on the freeway!” I push against your strong pull.

“I need you right now!”

“No.” I can see it in your eyes you’ve snapped.

“Fine.” You reach down readjusting yourself in your pants, zipping then finally clothing the snap. “Than you can’t touch me until we get home.” You threaten.

I stare at you without making any promises.

“Say it.” You command. “Say you won’t touch me again until we get there.”
“Fine. I won’t.”

“Promise.”

You know I’ve never lied to you.

“I promise.” I repeat and I put my seatbelt back on, pouting in the process.

You face the highway again, take one deep breath and throw the car back into drive. A few more miles down the road I lift my skirt up past my knees. I feel your eyes on me again.

You never said I couldn’t touch myself.

I slide my legs open allowing them to push my skirt up further. Slowly I let my fingertips graze the insides of my thighs. I wasn’t joking when I said no panties. What’s the point? The second you get me to yourself you’ll just rip them anyway. I lay the seat back and pretend not to hear you clear you’re throat as my fingers reach my folds.

Rules are rules.

I still want you and now you’ve cut me off. That’s not nice. I close my eyes and just as I begin to try and find my own pleasure I feel your warm palm on the inside of my thigh. I look up at you, and you’re eyes haven’t left the road. You ease your hand up until it touches mine, then you push my fingers out of the way. I close my eyes and relax, allowing you to have your way. I waxed for you and your fingers glide over my smooth folds like silk. Your hand is still shaking. I spread wider so that you can have a better feel.

“Oh fuck me.” You mumble under your breath. You exit the off-ramp quickly. My seat is to far back to see where we are. You manage to handle the car with one hand while your other hand manages me.

Well done baby.

Several turns later we pull into a private drive and you park. You’re on me before I can reach to take off my seat belt. You’ve already unlocked it and you’re pulling me over the console. This will never work. We are both to tall for this to even be possible in your car. It takes a while, but finally you realize it as well.

“Fuck!”

“Baby calm down, we’re home. Let’s just go inside.” I know how you feel. The front door is only a few feet away and still it feels like miles. I open the driver side door and very carefully push off your lap and out of the car. I wait for you to lead the way.

Once again I am being pulled behind you. Your hands shake as you fuss with the keys trying to find the right one. You drop them.

“God dammit!” You yell and I look away to hide my smile. You’re cute when you’re flustered.

You finally get it right and yank me through the front door. Your keys hit the floor as you shut it behind us. Finally we’re alone. I look at you and I know we won’t make it very far. You’re out of your zipper and my back is up against the door before I can blink twice.

“Umm I was thinking maybe the bed?”

“No.” Your voice is stern. “It’s too fucking far.” Your eyes are locked with mine. It’s true. We’ve waited long enough. Maybe next time we’ll try that whole traditional bed thing.

You lift my knee over your hip and you rub at my folds with your fingers again. I realize your using my juices to lubricate yourself.

How convenient.

Your eyes pierce into my soul as you enter me to the hilt and I gasp out.

Home.

Ahhh, finally we’ve made it home.

Thrust after thrust sends us deeper into something we thought we understood, but could never really understand until this moment. Once you’ve found your pace you grab my other leg and we somehow manage to get it up and around your other hip.

Deeper. Jesus Christ you’re so much deeper.

I moan out your name and it sounds more like I’m crying. Maybe I am crying, because baby you could never understand how good this really feels to me. My soul has ached for you while you’ve cruelly teased me this whole time.

I tightened my arms around your neck and my lips below tighten around you. I’m so close and we’ve just begun. I feel so guilty that there is no way I can stop it. My release was like a ball of snow building in size at it rolled down a hill. This was going to be big.

“Oh God!” I scream out. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle this. I fist the hair at your nape. It’s going to be too much.

“Fuck!” Oh good your close. My guilt eases a little bit, but the snowball… the snowball just keeps growing.

“Ahhhh” I scream out as the snowball slams into the large oak tree at the end of the hill. My body jerks against you and I’m so out of it I don’t realize you’ve found your release too. I feel you wobble a bit.

Oh crap!

The look in your eyes tell me that can’t be good. If you feel anything like I do right now, there is no way you have the strength to continue holding me like this.

“Put me down, before we fall.” I laugh out.

“No.” You grin. But quickly do as you’re told. My legs feel like Jell-O as I try to gain some balance. I lean harder against the door for help. You lean in against me and give me another incredible smile followed by a soft kiss.

“Welcome home beautiful.”

And right then I melt all over again.