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“Please return your seat backs and tray tables to their full upright and locked position; we will be landing shortly,” the flight attendant announces over the intercom, waking me with a startle. I had drifted off to sleep, if anyone can sleep on an airplane. As I rub my eyes, the plane banks left and I hear the landing gear lower and the flaps come down. Lower we glide toward the runway. Row after row of homes appear below me. All look the same; there is no character in this modern world of prefabrication.With a lurch, the tires contact terra firma and the pilot begins to brake, tossing me slightly forward against the seatbelt. Slowing down this silver bird enough to turn toward the taxiway, I at last see the terminal building. The “Welcome to Huntsville” sign is prominently displayed.Gathering my carry on bag, I exit the plane, and make my way inside the terminal, looking around for a face I have only seen in a photograph. I’m unsure if I will recognize you. First meetings are always like this, I guess. A mixture of excitement, apprehension and fear. Yes fear, in not knowing if we will enjoy this first meeting, or enjoy each other at all. From among the crowd of travelers, I hear my name being called. Looking past the throng of people, I see you standing there. Yes, it is that lovely face from the picture.Brushing past people left and right, I make my way to you. Stopping, I take a moment just to gaze at you. A smile crosses my face, and I see the sparkle in your eyes as you begin to smile too. “Hi Cindy,” is the only thing I can think of. Not very original I suppose, but adequate, and it suits this first meeting.”Hello Clay, so nice to finally meet you.”We begin to make our way through the crowd to the baggage claim area. Once there, I retrieve my luggage and you lead the way out to your awaiting car. Bags loaded aboard, you begin the drive to your apartment.”So this is Alabama,” I say ankara escort as we drive along. “I have never been here, but understand they have a really good college football team.””There is so much more to a state than football you know,” you reply as we continue to drive, weaving in and out of traffic. We drive past the city center with its majestic old buildings, to an off ramp where you make your turn. Continuing on, we enter a residential area. Another turn down a quiet street, and we drive past old Live Oak trees, finally reaching your apartment.We drive into the parking lot, toward the apartment building marked “F”. You park and turn off the ignition. Gathering my luggage, you lead us toward the door, retrieve your keys and unlock the door.Once inside I marvel at how you have decorated this place. “You have good taste. I like how homey this place feels,” I say as I place my bags down by the doorway.”Why not put your bags in my bedroom,” you tell me with a smile. A slight blush adding color to your cheeks. I retrieve the suitcase as you lead the way, knowing that once inside your bedroom, it may be hours before we exit again. The purpose of our meeting is purely physical at best. Perhaps love or some form thereof may happen in the future, but this night is about need. Carnal, lustful, sexual need. You feel it as I do. Friendship aside, our goal, our desire is more than an exchange of Christmas and birthday cards in the mail. Long nights on the phone have led to a desire of flesh upon flesh, body on body, need met by need. Two people in need, and tonight that need will be met.Sitting on the bed, you watch as I place my bag against the wall. I notice you as if for the first time. I really notice you. You’re beautiful, with firm perky breasts, big brown eyes, a smile to die for, and legs that beg to be wrapped around a man. You have the face of an angel, a body made for sin. ankara escort bayan And tonight, I will have my fill of your body. You will have yours with mine.I cross the room to where you sit. Bending down I place a tender kiss on your lips. “Butterfly kisses” you call them. Now and forever more, when I kiss anyone softly, that term, your term, will be forever etched in my mind. The kiss lingers. Softly at first, then with more passion, as our bodies respond to our long awaited meeting. My left hand slides ever so gently to your chest. I cup your tender firm breast through your shirt. I feel the heat, the rise and fall of your breast as you breath.You moan through the kiss. Yes, you are as excited as I am. Breaking the kiss I stare into your eyes; I see desire, a longing to be held, to be loved. I feel that same desire as well. Tonight we will take care of each other’s needs, because tonight is our night.I begin to unbutton your shirt, revealing a plain white cotton bra. Perhaps the bra isn’t sexy, but the woman radiates desire and sexuality. Bending for yet another kiss, I feel your hands on my chest, softly pushing me away, holding me at bay. Looking into your eyes, I see bewilderment.”Give me a moment, please?” you ask, rising from the bed, leaving me emotionally deflated, rejected, wondering what I have done wrong. What did I do to upset you?You disappear from the bedroom, across the hall into the bathroom. I sit on the bed’s edge. A range of emotions fill my heart. A thousand questions run through my mind. What did I do that made you leave? Will you return? Has this night ended before it even began? I feel nauseated, sick. A hundred feelings flood my mind, body and soul all at once. I contemplate leaving, but I am your guest, I have no transportation. Even so, to leave unannounced is not something I would do, not how I was raised and not who I am. As these things escort ankara haunt me, I hear the bathroom door open, the light behind you illuminate the body before my eyes.The sight I behold is breathtaking, for there you are, in a chiffon robe and nylons that encase those long lean sexy legs. A hint of bra and panties lay underneath. All my fears dissipate as you cross the hallway back toward the bedroom, where I await.”I thought this more appropriate for tonight,” you tell me. I agree. My desire, my arousal, are more prominent than ever before. You look like Aphrodite, a true goddess of love. My eyes behold your beauty and my heart leaps for joy at such loveliness.You sit beside me and again our lips meet in a tender kiss. My hand once again caresses your breast, this time through the silkiness of your robe. Breaking the kiss, my eyes plead silently, no more running away. I peel the chiffon from your shoulders. I watch as it pools around your hips. I marvel at your breasts, so full and firm. A sculpture could be no more attractive than you are at this moment. Eyes drifting lower, I see you have changed from the white cotton bra to a sheer turquoise one and matching panties, equally sheer. Your nipples are poking through the material, begging to be freed from the entrapment of the garment. Soon, they will be.The forefinger of my other hand traces your lips, soft and sensuous as they are. Leaning into you yet again, my lips replace my finger as I take your bottom lip between mine, slightly pulling it toward me. I taste you. You taste me. Breaking away from your lips, I nuzzle your neck, smelling the intoxicating aroma of your perfume. Kisses almost too soft to feel grace your neck, behind your ear, along your throat; your breathing becomes more rapid. Excitement fills both body and soul.Kisses linger, soft like a hummingbird’s hover. I move slowly downward, past the collar bone, the object of my focus now the breasts I find so tempting, so rewarding. My hand ever so softly has yet to leave you, squeezing, alternating between soft and firm, fingers tracing the nipple through the bra. Kisses are placed on cleavage, so prominent and rewarding.
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