REAWAKEN ME PT 1
I read his text, “Hey, babe I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I grinned, when he called me that. We’d been texting; talking for a long time, Jon and I. We’d been speaking long distance and we’d finally get to meet. I was nervous, excited and horny, all rolled into one.
Bounding down the tiled walkways of Dulles airport, I was searching around for him. He said he’d be in his work blues; that he was going to be coming directly from work. I began to get nervous and my heart pounded. Where was he? I looked around.
I sighed and spun around. The sound of his voice in person sent sparks through me.
“Get over here.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that was plastered over my face. I wasn’t sure: do I hug him, kiss him? Really, what I wanted to do was jump on him right there in the airport. I flushed, as heated sensations went up and down me and wetness slid between my thighs.
“Hi,” I said meekly.
“Hi? That’s all I get is a ‘hi’?”
“I don’t know what we do. I-” I stuttered a little.
He pulled me in for a tight hug and I melted into him. His scent was a mixture of musky and spicy deodorant. The feeling of his arms around me gave me a sense of calm. I didn’t want to let go of him. I was shaking and I heard him inhaling me as well.
“You smell as pretty as you look.”
I giggled. “I smell as pretty as I look, huh?” I asked, as we pulled away. “Are you going to eat me too?” I teased, narrowing my eyes with the red-riding hood reference.
“Mmm hmm. May I kiss you?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” I leaned back into him. His hand caressed my butt, as I reached for his shoulder to steady myself, as our lips met and my knees buckled. It had been a long time since I experienced such a powerful pull. “Mmm,” I moaned, as his lips crushed mine. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue to his. He tasted like coffee and blueberries.
“Mmm. Come on,” he tugged me along.
I followed, like a love sick puppy and he pulled my rolling luggage. We went to his car in the lot. It was a mid-sized SUV much like mine at home. I squeezed his leg as he sat beside me.
He turned to me with a mischievous look that matched the feeling within me.
“I’m going to drop you off and then I am going to make you dinner—a surprise.” He smiled, as he turned to look as he backed up.
“Oooh, now that sounds good.” I rubbed my hands together and quirked my eyebrow.
I showered in the milky beige shower, taking care to clean every crevice. And making sure every surface was smooth. He left me for an hour to get things to make for dinner. I escaped the wet and steamy glass enclosed retreat where I’d spent the last 20 minutes. I knew I had to hurry now. I combed my dripping hair and spilt it down the center. I wove each half into thick braids.
I looked into the fogged up glass at my creamy, white completion. My pert breasts were dotted with dampness and my light pink nipples were begging to pucker from the change of temperature. I watched a stray rivulet of water drop from the tip of my hair and down my shoulder, over my breast and across my belly. The moisture was absorbed and I reached for my honeysuckle scented cream. I slathered it across my skin. My belly was riddled with excitement as I thought about my plan.
Swiftly, I ran into the bedroom and took out the two outfits. I had thought about which one I should choose the entire time I had showered. Still, I had no idea which he’d like best. I paced knowing my time was short. I grabbed some red ribbons and tied them on the end of my pigtail braids. Once I tied them on, I decided to hurry up and put on the least difficult outfit, due to my lack of time.
I let out a chuckle, “like it will be on for very long.” I shimmed into the silky material. It made me grin as I twisted and turned gazing at myself in the full length mirror. It clung to my frame and fell right below my butt. The sides of my nightie were exposed, except for the thin threads of material that held it together.
I sauntered out to the kitchen and waited for him to return. I leaned on the cold granite countertop, impatiently. The rustle of the lock alerted me and I stood erect. I came around the front of the countertop that divided us and slid my hand along the smooth, cool, surface.
“Well, they didn’t have the…”
I turned to look at him, coyly.
“Ah,” he cleared his throat.
“Forget my name already?” I teased.
“I forget my name,” he countered. He placed the bag of groceries down and came at me in one large step. His eyes scanned over me and I could feel the flames licking over every curve.
My chest heaved in anticipation, but I snapped back from the trance I was in. I had a plan. He was still in his uniform. Damn, so hot. I dropped to my knees and my hands reached for the zipper. Trembling, I unbuttoned and pulled down the brassy teeth. It felt like eternity and his erection was pressing against his pants, which excited me more.
Pace yourself, slowly, Sasha—I told myself internally. I glanced up to see a hungry look in his eyes mirroring my own feelings. I shifted my bare feet on the floor and pulled him out. I looked back at him and he grinned at me as I swallowed hard as the sudden dryness of my throat alarmed me. I hadn’t anticipated him to be so thick. His hand cupped my chin and then moved to my pigtail, tugging lightly on it. He smiled appreciatively and I returned my attention to his throbbing dick.
I licked my lips and my tongue darted out to catch the seeping pre-cum, weeping from the head. I used that salty pearl to help coat my lips and prepare myself for him.
“Oh,” he took in a sharp breath, as my hot mouth encased the tip.
One of my hands hand gripped his shaft, while the other cradled his sack. “So soft,” I moaned lightly with him in my mouth. My fingers gently toyed and fondled his balls. My mouth and jaw was stretching to take him further, but I wasn’t sure how far I could go. Saliva was dripping everywhere and coating his shaft. I pulled back and began to slide my tongue up and around the crown, which elicited growls from him.
“Sash-” my name was cut short and he leaned forward, as his hand came down on my head. He was breathing in short pants.
My hands continued to work, both sliding up and down his shaft tugging him into my mouth. My eyes flickered up to his and I saw his eyes were closed.
He pulled back and I whimpered. My lower lip slid out with force and I gave him a pained look. “Wait, just wait you little minx,” he grinned and picked me up and dropped me on the harsh granite countertops; leaving me there.
I crossed my arms as I watched him struggle free from his pants and he placed a condom beside me. I smiled, excited by the turn of events. But then he walked away. I watched him get the bag of groceries and move to the other side of the kitchen. I was about to move, but he saw me.
“Don’t move that ass or it will be spanked.”
“Ohh, a threat or a promise.”
His look was enough to make me not want to move from my spot. I was slick from my juices dripping down. It was almost embarrassing. I was trying to figure out how to hide it when he came around and spread me wide.
“Wet for me already? A perfect appetizer.” His heated breath sent a shiver over me and I leaned my head back.
I let out a loud and nervous sigh. “Oh,” My hand instinctively pushed his head away at the overwhelming sensation.
“You alright?” His concerned look made me melt.
“Fine, Jon. I’m just sensitive. Nervous.” I peeked my head up to see him and let him know he was alright to continue.
Two fingers splayed me open and he delved inside me again with his strong tongue. A spiraling tingling sensation tore through me. My body hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time. It was being re-awakened and tears wetted my cheeks, as pleasure blossomed within me. Barely able to maintain my breath, I was losing my control.
To be continued…