One phone call was all it took to turn my life upside down. My American, my sweet Southern gentleman was coming to London! In four weeks! And staying for two! With me!!!! All I could do was gasp and splutter when he told me. And he laughed at me! I took down all the details, my mind whirling. After I hung up, I stood there looking at the piece of paper, grinning like an idiot and shaking like a leaf!
Four weeks later, the house was sparkling, there was a good stock of food, wine … and coffee!!! Oh and new lingerie!!! And there I was at the airport. Early of course. Nervous, scared, exhilarated. I kept watching the board … yes, flight still on time …. time may fly when you’re having fun, but it crawls when you’re waiting!!! Then it changed to flight landed … and my heart jumped to the back of my throat. I went straight to the gate, got right to the front of the barrier, by the doors and waited … oh god, what if he didn’t like me in person? What if I didn’t like him?!?!? Stop it, woman! Everything will be fine … you’ll see.
The doors opened and the passengers started coming out. And there he was … we hugged over the barrier and held hands as we walked to the end … then we were in each other’s arms, kissing. Just like in the movies! We separated and just looked into each other’s eyes, smiling and laughing. I stroked the dear face that I’d come to know so well on cam and he took my hand and placed a soft kiss on my palm. And whispered my name, knowing how it made me feel to hear it with his Kentucky accent. I very nearly cried. Enough! I needed to get him home! We made our way to my car, holding hands, whispering, laughing. I don’t think I broke any speed limits getting home! Well, not many anyway!
Then we were home, bags dropped in the hall, hard, deep kisses leaving me breathless. Hands fumbling at clothes, buttons, zips. Everything dropped on the floor, on the stairs. Then naked skin under fingers that were stroking, touching, teasing. Shudders, shivers, moans. Two bodies tangled on the bed, desperate and desperate to hold back. Not possible. Me on my back, him poised over me. My name whispered again, his whispered in return, then my legs locked around him, pulling him in. He entered me slowly, letting me feel him, letting himself feel me. Hardness wrapped in warm wetness. We kissed, tongues moving in the same rhythm as our hips. Then letting go, fucking fast, giving in. I came hard, crying out, tipping him over the edge as I squeezed his cock. I felt his body shudder against mine, felt him cum inside me. Together … perfect … He stayed on top of me, cock buried inside me, holding me close. He said he could still feel me twitching gently around him.
We showered together ... just that ... and then I let him sleep, occasionally in to the bedroom just to watch him, make sure I wasn't dreaming!