He picked me up at the terminal, waving to me as I got off the bus. As
we approached one another, arms outstretched, my heart skipped a beat.
We were here – together- finally! We stood face to face and I set my bag
down on the ground, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him
passionately. It felt so good to hold him so close.

“I love you, darling. I’m finally here!” I exclaimed, holding him
tightly.

“I love you too, baby. I’m so glad to finally hold you in my arms,” he
responded, kissing me again. “Let’s get a taxi and get out of this
madness.” he suggested, grabbing my bag for me.

We walked hand in hand to the taxi and climbed into the back seat, my
bag secured in the trunk. The weather was still a little chilly, so we
both had our coats on. He wrapped one arm around me, pulled me to him
and we kissed again, lightly, then passionately. As we kissed, we opened
our coats to one another to slip our hands inside. I unbuttoned his
shirt and slid my hand into it, curling the hairs around my fingers and
feeling the maleness of his strong body as he held me tighter. His hands
slipped into my coat, unbuttoning my dress, then into my dress to caress
my breast through the lace cup of my bra. He bent to kiss my throat,
gently nipping at the tender skin, and I moaned in delight. As he kissed
my throat and caressed my breast, I unzipped his trousers and searched
for the treasure within, finding it hard, smooth and ready for my
caresses.