Meeting Master at the airport

I woke up early and leaned out the front door to grab the paper. My breast juggled and my nipples harden in the morning air. I look up to see our neigber, Mr. Pete, stairing at me from his door. I imagen I must looked a sight. I hadn’t gone to wash my hair, I had bruses from rough handleing and I was still wearing a suede collar. I smiled wide and waved as I bent to pick up the paper. As I turned around I saw you were still asleep and I smile to myself. We had fun last night.


Picking me up from the airport was the funniest thing’s I’d ever experianced. You tell me often enough I’m beautiful, but I just don’t see what you can and so I feel more around average. I wore a short pleted pink and white skirt that looked as though it had been a white skirt that was tiedied at the frenges and a white neckstrap tank top. My hair was curled with light makeup and I had my pink suede collar on.


I had gotten off the plane in flip-flops an over the sholder bookbag full of things I might need on the plain. Lotion , hairgel, hand sanitizer, hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a my portabul toy. The fact that I hadn’t worn a thong made me glad this long trip was over cause I was ready to jump the next guy that passed me, without so much as a Hi first.


Makeing it to the luggage belt, I picked up a large rollar sute case and put it on the ground. When I turned around an older gentleman was staring at me. From my face to my ass and back. I smiled wide at him winking as his wife turned toward him. Giggling out loud I turned to walk away. It made me feel good that I could pull his attintion so easily but I didn’t let it go to my head. Walking out of main sicuritey I weeled my sutecase over to a chair and sait down. God I hate long trips, I thought. Looking around I couldn’t see the man who was to pick me up. But you had spotted me as soon as I walked out into the waiting area.