Reunion
By Susan Thompson

It has been so long since I’ve seen your blue eyes. A week is absolutely too long without the sound of your voice, but soon our separation will be a thing of the past. My heart beats nervously against my ribcage as the plane touches down and taxis toward the gate. I feel like this is the first time we will meet even though we’ve been together for six years.

I exit the plane and walk off the ramp into the airport. Our eyes meet through the crowd and I’m flooded with desire for you. It’s been this way from the start, the fire you stir in me.

We move toward each other and then I see that you’ve brought a friend with you. I want to kiss you, slide my tongue into your mouth and explore you completely, but I can’t. I wouldn’t want to embarrass Celina.

I know why she’s here. You weren’t sure of the way to the international airport and brought Celina along for navigational support rather than be late meeting my plane.

Still, with eyes only for you I wrap my arms around your neck. Your arms hold me close as your hands slide under the back of my shirt. Strong hands caress my back muscles and stoke my inner heat. My face is against your neck as I inhale the scent of your skin. Then it is too much. I pull back and gaze into your eyes communicating my desire for you.

Our lips meet, mouths open and we begin slowly to devour one another. After a few moments we realize that we are being stared at by others in the terminal and slowly withdraw. I greet Celina, ignore her amused grin and we go to claim my luggage hand in hand.

In the car you ask if I’m hungry.

"Starved," I answer but I’m not talking about food.

Celina misunderstands but you read the message in my eyes. Unfortunately Celina is very polite and insists we go to a restaurant. I mention that I haven’t gotten a chance to run by the bank yet, but you quickly offer to pick up the tab. I think you just cannot wait for our knees to be pressed together under the table.

At the restaurant we sit close to one another. I am quite comfortable tucked against your side. Your arm is across my shoulders, and my hand is up very high on your thigh where I can feel your moist heat. The waitress arrives to take our order. As soon as she’s gone I begin to tease you, lightly at first.

I stroke the seam of your jeans with a fingernail. It’s just a light touch but I can still feel you tremble. You’re trying to hold a conversation with Celina, but I am content to sit quietly and stroke you. Your legs spread a little to allow me better access. My touch grows bolder as I press down on your clit and you fight not to gasp.

The waitress brings our food. Where has your appetite gone, my love? You are not eating much.

We leave the restaurant and Celina drops us at your car. Now we are alone. I turn to you just as you turn to me. We’re in each other’s arms again and I feel the strength of your hunger. One kiss becomes many before we finally pull away.

"Take me somewhere that we can be alone," I demand unable to wait the two hours it would take to drive home.

At a nearby hotel you get the room while I wait in the car. In truth I am exhausted from the twenty-two hour flight. Then I follow you to the room. Exhaustion is forgotten for the moment because all I can think of is the feel of your arms. You hold me and we start to remove our clothing. Now you discover what is hidden beneath my black leather jacket, white silk shirt and black slacks. You start to tremble again when I kick off my shoes and take off your shirt.

For now you are happy to leave my black lace bra, panties, garters and thigh-high hose in place as you press me back onto the bed and lay atop me. Our bodies are pressed sweetly together, your leg slips between my thighs and I feel you press yourself against my hip. You’re so wet my love, and I am so ready for you.

"Touch me," I cry desperately.

You reach for me. Your fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties while you gaze deeply into my eyes. You want to see my pleasure when you slide into my wetness.

It is so good, the feel of your fingers as the glide softly against my aroused flesh. I can hardly keep my eyes open but I know how much you love to watch.

When I reach for your waistband you lift only enough to allow me to unsnap your jeans and unzip the fly.

You lower your head overwhelmed with passion and your teeth sink lightly into my shoulder. I hold your trembling body with one arm and slide three fingers into you. Your back arches as your hips move and you impale yourself deeply onto my fingers. I’ve been teasing you for hours and now I am about to reap the benefits of my actions as you start to move intently. Breath bursts from parted lips as you pant your excitement from the wonderful feel of having me deep inside you.

Your fingers are still against my wetness but now they clutch at my flesh with your excitement. The tips are barely inside me, yet firm against my hardened clit.

As you thrust against me and begin to shudder you carry me helplessly along with you. Orgasm bursts upon us simultaneously as we thrust our dancing hips in time with the pulsations in our bellies.

Finally we grow still. I love your weight atop me, holding me firmly onto the mattress when I feel I could have floated away. I am cocooned in your scent, the sweetness of your body and the juices of our mutual desire.

"Do you think we’ll always feel this way?" you ask softly.

"After six years I want you more than ever. I cannot imagine ever loving you any less," I respond.

Falling asleep cradled in the safety of your arms I’m reminded of a line from a poem. A smile graces my lips as it flashes through my mind.

Goodnight, my Kathryn.

The End.

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