Airport Arrival, With a Twist

Note:

This story takes my Airport Arrival story and adds a twist. This story was written and published by me on another site under the name of "Kristy Kay". I hope you enjoy this version.

I remember seeing your new skirt on the bed the day before I left and all I could think of was seeing you in it. I am totally in love with you and I have a desire for you that never ceases. I know that you have times when you don't believe me when I say that you are beautiful, but I ALWAYS mean it. You are the ONLY woman I desire and that desire never goes away. I love every inch of your body and love to see it with or without clothes.

As I walk up the exit ramp from the airplane I see you in your new short denim skirt, with your red and white plaid camisole top. You are wearing your high-heeled white sandals. I see you walking toward me in this outfit and notice right away that your legs are bare. I see your pretty feet with their painted toenails and your glittery toe rings. I follow your curvaceous legs upwards until they disappear under your skirt. The lack of obvious bra straps, leads me to believe that your breasts are bare under your top. I continue my view upward and catch the glint of your ruby red fingernails as you push back the long auburn hair from your pretty face. The face I have come to love more each day.

As I near you, you reach to put your arms around my neck. You skirt rides up and I am treated to the sight of even more of your sexy legs. As I pull you close, I feel your breasts against my chest and I know that I was right in my assumption, they are bare beneath your top. I reach around your back and as I stroke your back my hands wander down to feel the outline of your panties. As we kiss we start out very gently, but before long we are probing each other's mouths with our tongues. The harder I breathe the more I inhale your perfume.

It's time to end our embrace. We have drawn the attention of several of the people surrounding us. Even in the big cities, two women embracing as more then "friends" still draws attention. We better move along before they have a chance to start throwing barbs and spoiling our mood.