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Tom was driving along some of the minor roads on his way to Heathrow airport. The long haul flight from Boston was making its approach and it had been a good few days since he had seen his wife, Melissa. Their BA212 flight was about to land and he still had about fifteen minutes before picking her up at the airport. Even at around six in the morning, the roads were busy.He was feeling excited, she would be horny, he knew that. On previous flights home she hadn’t waited to get home and insisted that he came into the airport toilets where she could fuck him in one of the cubicles. He remembered the intense yet almost silent fuck that they had experienced as she struggled, and with all credit to her, succeeded to contain her verbal outburst. On that occasion, his cock was so hard that it almost burst at the sides. He wondered what she would be like from this flight as it had been six days of flying, with an interim trip to Los Angeles and back before returning to London.His phone pinged, he reached for it on the passenger seat, swiped the screen to wake it up, and saw that it was a text from Melissa. He presumed that the plane had probably just landed and he decided that the text could wait. His phone pinged again, and again and then again. Getting a little anxious at the continuous messages, he pulled over into a layby opposite an abandoned red-brick building on Stanwell Moor Road close to Staines-upon-Thames and picked up the phone; he was only five minutes at most from their arranged pick-up point and should, therefore, be in plenty of time.He started istanbul travesti reading the messages:Just landed. Hope you won’t be too lateWalked in on a man in toilet during flight. Hadn’t closed the door. Was wanking. Very big cock. Made me smile then made me horny. Nearly joined him lolSending you something special. I’ll drive home ;-)Can’t wait, Love u xxxAll the messages had come through on WhatsApp and he waited patiently for the last message to pull itself through his ageing phone system. He could see that a large video was downloading and it was taking its time.Melissa’s words, I’ll drive home, excited him. She had only said that once before and on that occasion, she had left explicit instructions telling him what he should do.The layby wasn’t the best place to stop, with all the heavy traffic, so Tom continued to their normal pre-arranged spot in the underground car park of Heathrow airport; leaving the video to download as best it could. As soon as he had parked the car, he picked up his phone to view the video. When it started all he could see at first was Melissa’s outstretched arms. She was fiddling with the phone, setting it up by attaching it somehow to a panel. She came into view as she backed away from it and only then could he see that she was inside a toilet. The movie was not stabilised, but then, neither was Melissa. He could hear the constant droning of the engines as she smiled at him.Tom watched as she blew him a kiss. She started to pull at her red and white scarf and pushed it above her collar; until it was clear travesti istanbul of her blouse. She unbuttoned two, then three buttons of her blouse and pushed her hands inside her white top; grasping her breasts, she wiggled them towards the camera. Her bra was next as she pushed it down and out of the way; revealing first one breast and then the other. Melissa rubbed her nipples and Tom squeezed his growing erection that was making itself felt inside his jogging pants.Tom watched Melissa pull hard on her nipples; extending them outwards until she had to release them; a barely inaudible gasp left her mouth. Immediately, Tom leaned forward to increase the volume on the phone. Melissa grabbed her breasts once more, held her nipples tight between her forefinger and thumb and shook them violently up and down; a grimace appeared on her face. Tom knew what that meant and how she felt when he did that to her. She shook them for thirty seconds, alternating the pulling and shaking of her breasts as she did so.Tom reached into his pants and prised his cock out from the side of his underwear. He was about to pull it completely out from his jogging pants but he stopped dead. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed a man, a holidaymaker, swearing and cursing at the two suitcases he was man-handling while his wife clip-clopped her high heels behind him. He had just about covered the phone with his hand to hide the screen as they walked past on their way to departures. The woman brushed past his car, almost bumping into it, and he smiled and nodded istanbul travestileri at her as she walked past.Tom’s cock had hardened significantly by the time he had removed his hand. The intense feeling of getting caught by passengers thrilled him. His wife, Melissa, the dirty little slut in the video, had by this time, lifted her skirt and tucked it into the waistband. Her knickers were pushed to one side and her fingers were prising her pussy lips open. She was nodding her head as her fingers were sliding over her smooth, puffy lips. She mouthed words into the camera that Tom could make out as I’m so wet.Tom looked all around the car before reaching inside his pants to pull his cock free. It was hard, erect, and he let out a satisfying moan as his fingers circled it. His other hand delved inside to grab a feel of his heavy balls. He started to wank as Melissa pushed a finger into her wet and waiting slit; her tongue curling up and touching her upper lip at the same time.The flight had arrived at its docking bay, seat belt signs were switched off and a flurry of activity flashed through the cabin as people waited for the doors to be opened. Melissa and the rest of the flight attendants smiled and wished all the passengers a safe onward journey as they waited patiently for everyone to leave the plane. She had hoped that they wouldn’t be able to smell her sweet musky juices on her fingers, but she didn’t care whether they did or didn’t.Tom could see Melissa was horny. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. He could see her red luscious lips quivering with excitement as she finger fucked herself. One finger was not enough. He saw her push two inside her and then three. Her other hand had resumed its aggressive behaviour on her nipple as his hand grasped his cock tightly with every stroke.
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