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Thanksgiving
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Archive-name: thxgiving
She checked her watch for about the hundredth time that day.
Everything had been timed perfectly: the veggies were cooked and
ready to be heated just before dinner; the turkey was mostly
cooked and just need the final touches. The table was set, she
was dressed; all that was needed was HIM to complete the picture.
She decided that she needed to leave about half an hour before
his plane was due. That would give her time to get to the
airport, park the car, and walk to the gate, but wouldn't have
her pacing too long before the passengers deplaned. She was
giddy with anticipation!
He steps off the plane, and from the end of the tunnel he sees
her. He gives her the cute little wave of his - the one that
still melts her heart, and turns her stomach every time. She
stands there, beaming, waiting for him to walk through the
tunnel.
They drop their bags, and embrace in the middle of the crowd,
oblivious, as always, to the rest of the world when they first
come together. They hold each other tight, and then their lips
find each other and they kiss hungrily, sweetly, passionately
and, as always, wetly. Whenever he was in town, her face was
constantly damp.
They pick up their bags again, but manage to do so without
letting go of each other's hands. They stare into each other's
eyes, and walk together down the corridor. They speak volumes to
each other, but do not utter a single word.
As they round the bend in the hallway, she suddenly jerks him to
the right, and pulls him into a small closet. What is going on?
She has discovered a make-shift storage room that the contractors
are using. On the way to the gate she noticed it, and that the
hasp had not been fastened. She discretely checked it out, and
had plotted this moment since then.
They embrace again in the dark room, but quickly she is moving
down his body with her hands. Before he knows what is happening,
she is unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants, grasping
his growing member in her loving hands. Then, swiftly, she
guides his penis into her eager mouth, taking it in as she licks
and teases and caresses him with her tongue and lips. He is
running his hands through her hair, head thrown back, eyes
closed, and a soft moaning escapes from within him. She
continues to fondle him with all the parts of her mouth, while
her hands gently stroke and cup his balls, and occasionally
reaches around to knead his cheeks. After a few minutes, she
feels him tense his body, and his warm, buttery juices flow into
her mouth and down her throat. She is so excited by this, she
feels herself come as well, and utters a deep, passionate moan of
her own.
They kiss passionately and deeply, then he dresses himself back
up, and....
Wait! What time is it? She realized she'd been daydreaming for
some time. Her panties were copiously wet, but she had no time
to change. Besides, with him here, they'd probably stay that way
all weekend (when they were on at all). His plane was due to
touch down in 32 minutes. She grabbed her sweater, made sure the
oven was off, and headed for her car. On the way to her parking
lot, a sly grin grew on her face as she remembered the
construction going on at the airport.
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