Return from Vacation

Ellen definitely enjoyed vacation in Florida seeing her family and flying on my private jet is a new experience for her. Ellen is nervous, excited, and agitated with tortuous anticipation. Despite trying to relax, read, and sleep, she can’t stop her mind from reeling. Then of course, drifting off into a daydream, remembering all the intimate details of that summer when we met, her being hired and moving to Dallas. Remembering our dates has only added arousal to the cacophony of emotions coursing through her. She imagines what it will be like to see me again. She had never been with a older man before me, she had never experienced rough sex before. She had never been with a man with sexual prowess and stamina to have sex three or more times a day. After our third date I distanted myself from her, giving her time to decide if she wanted a relationship with me. She has many sensory perceptions that go with seeing me again; my body language, my smell, the sound of my breathing, my taste. She can hardly wait to do all the things, she fantasized about. She can’t wait to get me alone. She feels tingly all over with the excitement and anticipation.
But once again, as it has over the past several days, doubt and fear seeps into Ellen’s thoughts. Now she worries I might reject her. She worries that when I finally see her again, I might not be happy with what i find. Can she bear it if she sees disappointment in MY eyes when I see her for the first time in a week? She hopes I will be happy to be with her as she will with me. Pushing her doubts aside, Ellen’s mind drifts back again to when we met, how I was the first older man, she had ever had sex with, to ever make her come, how she willingly surrendered her virginity to me, and how skilled I had been at fifty five! She can only imagine what I will do now. In fact, I had been so skilled that no man she’d been with since had measured up. During one of our hundreds of conversations over the past two weeks, she half-jokingly told me that I’d ruined her for any other man to come afterward. She aches with need for me. Her nipples harden and liquid heat pools between her thighs at the images flickering through her mind.

When the pilot announces they are about to land in Dallas, her heart rate doubles. She feels a rush go through her like pins and needles, which leaves her feeling tingly all over. She can barely sit still. She tries to calm herself, to breathe deeply. Breathing deeply causes her hard nipples to press against her lace bra, reminding her bodily of why she is so excited. She sighs audibly, wishing she could touch herself right at that moment, and relieve some of her ache. As soon as the plane lands, she turns on her cellphone and calls me. Her heart beats wildly and butterflies flutter in her stomach. So, she heads to the bathroom to comply with my request. In the stall, she takes her panties off, as I had asked, and confirms that the crotch is soaked, as she had suspected. She puts them in an outside pocket of her purse. She can’t recall ever being so agitated with sexual tension in her entire life – except the last time when she was wet all day, waiting for the evening to come when she could be with me again. The delicious torture of anticipation is killing her.

It occurs to her that every time she encounters me, she is doing something new, expanding her horizons. She lost her virginity to me. She did webcam sex for the first time with me. We have explored our dominant and submissive tendencies together. And now she has taken off her panties and is going to walk out of this bathroom panti-less and walk around in public for me. She wonders with trepidation and exhilaration what other new experiences are yet to come with me. She is so excited, the urge to touch herself is becoming unbearable. Before she lets her skirt fall back down, she allows her finger to graze lightly over her labia. She gasps as tingly, ticklish pleasure rushes through her body as her finger slides across them. She finds them swollen already, and so wet that the smooth outer lips are coated with slickness. She can’t help but dip her finger inside. Her lips part easily and her finger slips between them making a very faint squelching sound. She has to stifle a gasp. She slides her finger up through her folds to graze over her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It feels like her clit is on fire. She rubs it back and forth, once, twice, three times, feeling the intense jolts of heat and pleasure coursing through her body.

Her need for release is becoming overwhelming. But somehow she manages to pull herself back. She wants her orgasm to be from me, not self-induced in an airport bathroom stall. She’s had enough self-induced orgasms lately. She wants it to be my fingers, my tongue, my big cock bringing her to the brink this time. So she resigns herself to the idea that she has to control herself, and with great reluctance, she lets her skirt fall back down. It settles smoothly down to its full length, just above her knees. She leaves the bathroom stall, washes her hands, and examines herself in the mirror. She’s wearing black high heels, a long black skirt, and a low cut sheer black blouse, displaying her breasts and showing some cleavage. She takes a moment to touch up her makeup and lipstick, and brushes her long blonde hair, now artfully streaked with auburn. She hopes I like the colour. She’s lightened it to auburn in the past week.

As she turns to leave the bathroom, she is very aware of her hard nipples; very aware of the lack of panties; very aware of the scent of her arousal. She is fears other people are going to smell her arousal. She turns back into the bathroom, pulls out her tiny travel-sized perfume bottle, squirts a little, and walks through the cloud as she exits the room. It feels so naughty walking around the airport in this incredibly heightened state of arousal, wearing no panties. She’s sure her hips are swaying a little more than usual. She can feel her skirt swish around her legs and bare ass. She can feel gusts of air caress her slick, hot exposed pussy lips with every step. She can feel her blood pounding in different parts of her body, not least of which the exposed area which is causing her so much turmoil at the moment. She doesn’t know if she can pull this off. She is so intensely aroused, she thinks she might burst, or run back in the bathroom and get herself off in a matter of seconds. Emboldened, she decides she is confident in her sexuality, not overwhelmed by it. She walks purposefully with her baggage, head held high, shoulders back, proudly displaying her chest, her hips swaying.

In order to not seem like a complete idiot, she puts the phone in her purse and starts walking toward Canada Customs, as I’m flying into Dallas from Tronoto. Her heart is beating so fast, she has to concentrate on her breathing in order to not hyperventilate. She walks deliberately, at a moderate pace, not rushing. She doesn’t want to pass out before she gets there. Now that would be a sexy greeting! She hears a ding from her cellphone. She gasps, stops mid-stride, and fishes it out of her purse. I have responded. ” Yes. I’m still in the plane. Can’t wait to see you.” She reads it several times, smiling. Ellen’s stomach is in knots. Her pulse is racing. Her palms are sweaty. She shakes her head wiping her hands on her hips, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. The act of breathing deeply causes her to become intensely aware of her nipples again. It has been a long flight for me from Europe to Toronto then to Dallas. Her flight had only been just over two hours from Florida made easier flying on my private jet. Again she’s so excited that I want to see her.

Finally, she thinks she sees the top of my head, she concentrates on her breathing again, and tries to paint a placid look on her face. She gets a brief glimpse of MY face. It’s definitely jOHN. Legions of butterflies take off in her stomach. Ellen can’t help grinning. Her pulse thrumming loudly in her ear. I haven’t noticed her yet, but then I have not quite come out of the gate yet. Once I emerge through the gate she finally gets a good look. Her breath catches as she gazes at me. I look so delicious, she doesn’t know what to look at first. Her eyes quickly scan my face and then travels hungrily over my body. Although casual, my clothes look expensive and classy as usual.