Making up for Lost Time

It had been about a month since we’d had any time to spend together. You were out on business trips, and I was swamped at work and pulling too many overtime shifts. Having the place to myself was nice, but I was wearing thin. I was missing your company and being around you, but I was also missing your touch. This was the end of your last trip for a few months, and you had told me you were tired also. We were involved and in love, and our jobs had kept us from spending time with each other. It was brutal and exhausting, but work was finally calming down, and you were coming home tonight.

You had an afternoon flight, and I was supposed to pick you up at the airport around 6:30. Traffic was rough and your first flight was delayed, so you didn’t make it into the airport until about 8. I waited at the concourse, and knew we both were tired, but I couldn’t wait to see you again. It had been too long, and I was ready to have you back for myself, if only for a little while. After waiting for an additional hour and a half, your flight finally landed. I waited just past security, early waiting to see your shape through the masses of people coming home. I kept searching, and finally, I saw you. Your hair was tied in a bun, and you were wearing a gray business suit. I could tell you were tired, but you still manged a smile when you spotted me. I can’t tell you how good that felt. It warmed my soul like hot cocoa on a winter’s day. You cleared security, and we finally got to feel each other’s embrace. We kissed momentarily, and it felt great to have you in my arms. God how I missed you. We stopped by the baggage claim to get your luggage, and while we were waiting, I caught a couple side glimpses. The way you had your hair up in a bun was cute to me. More than that, the black top you were wearing under your suit jacket was showing off your gorgeous cleavage. As if I hadn’t missed you enough, my desire went to flat out needing. I needed to get that suit off you. I needed to feel your body against mine. I needed to get inside you again.

It was a cold and rainy night, and once we got back to the car, it took a while just to clear the airport. We talked about how our weeks had been, and complained about our co-workers and the pains of turning a paycheck. It felt so good just to hear your voice again in person. Neither of us had dinner yet, so we decided to stop at the Italian place around the corner from our apartment for dinner. I mean let’s face it – neither one of us was cooking tonight. As we sat and talked over dinner, I got to really look at you again. Even through the exhaustion, I wanted you. I loved seeing your cleavage, and I definitely noticed your ass in those slacks when we were walking out from the car. It got my head thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do with you. I was thrilled when you flirted back with me at dinner, and I could see the way you were looking at me when I got up to go to the bathroom.