Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG Nympho

Chapter 1 – Honey gets six weeks worth of cum in a day


My boyfriend, Paul has been away for six weeks, consulting on an oil platform off the coast of Africa so I’m happy to get his e-mail instructing me to pick him up at Tampa International Airport this afternoon at 1400 hours. It’s not that he expects me to be celibate while he’s away, nor have I been, but I know that when he arrives, his big dangling ball sack will be pre-loaded with about a quart of cum under pressure, his amazing, boat-shaped cock bulging in the middle even more than usual, and I’m eager to have him servicing my tight TG-girl pussy.
The flight’s on time and in response to his text I turn out of the cell-phone lot at TPA, pulling up at gate 4 on the international arrivals level just as Paul emerges pushing an overloaded baggage cart. I hit the button and he’s slinging gear into the side of my big Toyota van even before the power door has slid fully open. He leans over the center console with a big, deep kiss for me, one hand already on my bare leg and sliding under the hem of my white tennis skirt.
“Easy, big boy, we’re still an hour from home” and I wheel us out of there. Toll road I-275 is fast but not too busy today so I don’t object as his hand under my skirt strokes my panties. The center console of the Toyota prevents him from getting his head down there where he could be a distraction. Once we merge with I-75 though, it’s a different matter. Ignoring the 75 mph speed limit, I try to keep up with traffic by bumping it up to 80 but still the highway behemoths rumble past me on both sides. By now, Paul’s fingers have worked their way under the hem of my panties and are starting to become a serious distraction. “Baby” I caution, “if you keep that up you’re going to put us under a semi.”
“Pull over then. I’ve got something for you that just can’t wait”. Seeing a state park symbol on an up-coming exit sign, I maneuver into the right lane and with the blast of an air horn up my exhaust pipe, hit the ramp at around 70 mph. Vehicle under control, I drive about a mile before spotting an entrance to the park. It’s really just a picnic spot for travelers but it’s pretty and shady alongside one of Florida’s innumerable rivers and creeks. Still hampered by the center console and with the spacious rear area of the Toyota full of Paul’s luggage, I start to head toward some nearby foliage, but Paul opens a side door of the van and leans me inside. True, the half-dozen cars in sight are on the far side but for sure, anyone driving along the exit road would catch sight of my behind sticking out. My panties come down and off, my butt cheeks spread and Paul whacks my opening a few times with his cock to spread a layer of pre-come where needed.
Despite the huge girth of his cock, Paul’s knob is more “normal” sized and, given his need, he is more-or-less gentle sliding it in. He even works it in and out a few times to get my natural lubricants flowing before sliding it in deep. Through the far side windows of the van I can see families sitting at picnic tables and people moving amongst the vehicles but the closest are about 50 meters away and none are paying us any attention. No vehicles appear ready to exit so I relax and let myself enjoy the exquisite pleasure of Paul’s full cock massaging the inside walls of my pleasure palace.