The Stories of Laura, Part 4, Rendezvous at the Runway - Sex Stories

The Stories of Laura, Part 4, Rendezvous at the Runway

On the drive home after this more recent exploit I felt a bit unfulfilled. Sure, I've had another orgasm in a way I couldn't have imagined before and didn't really know my pen pal...now sex pal all that well, but all the way home I couldn't think of anything but getting thoroughly into more sexual encounters with this guy. And it really didn't seem to be attracted to him like I'd see him on the street, an older, clean-cut professional guy with a wedding ring on and thing this was the key to my sexual happiness. But that is what it seemed to me. I almost wanted to be his slut. And we hadn't even fucked yet! Horny as I was I took a long, hot shower when I got home and squirreled away some time here and there to fire up my computer and check for another e-mail. He was always had something nice to share in an e-mail after we met and still didn't seem eager to pressure me to meet all the time of have sex. I know that was never the original intent, but screw that intent. We'd walked along, traced and brushed up hard against the line, this gal needed him to take her and take her hard.... Maybe I should have taken a cold shower instead. Then I read his e-mail. He noted what a nice time he had and how he felt great after a quick stroke session after I left. He lamented he was traveling home after the ride out and back to his client one last time and hoped he wouldn't be too rushed on the ride to the airport and he'd write soon. He also noted how much he wished he was kneeling down ...

... in front of me earlier and licking my furry pussy to multiple orgasms. I felt no better in the morning, even after some frisky activity in my own bed that evening. On a lark I wrote back saying that if he kept writing about me and meeting me that I'm bound to want more than a massage. I clicked send and went about my day. A few hours later I caught up to my phone and checked messages and he'd already replied. It seems the client had some computer issue and his day was basically cancelled. He was going to head towards the airport early, stop at a Harley dealership to look around, have a nice lunch and read at the airport. He "wondered" aloud how much he'd like to "do" something or someone else with a half-hearted attempt at sophomoric humor. But he was onto something... It had been an hour and I teased back that if I had known sooner I'd have met him someplace. Maybe I'd have to inspect his package before it went through airport security! Seemingly moments after I sent the message I got a response. If you are close enough to the airport and can get away, there is a cell-phone waiting area at the airport. He could meet me there by 2 pm. He'd have an hour before he had to turn in the rental. Could I join him??? Could I? I wanted to but I was working. But I've been a good girl and I really don't miss work. Could I come up with an excuse. What if hubby called. Hmmm. Hell. I can do this. After coming up with a feeble excuse to take the rest of the day off (headache) and another ...