Here’s a story for you.
I was away on business over the Christmas vacation. Missed my girl terribly. Called her daily, but talking wasn’t enough. I missed her bad.
…Her hair is up in a bun, with a couple of strands hanging down, just like I like it…
Time to come home. Called her and asked her to pick me up. She said she would, then told me to make sure I was “dressed-up” when I landed back home. I asked her why, she wouldn’t say.
My plane lands and I head into the busy airport, trying to find my luggage when I spot her. She looks like she is going to work. Her hair is up in a bun, with a couple of strands hanging down, just like I like it. She’s wearing a business suit, complete with nice jacket and blouse and her skirt. She’s also carrying her briefcase and that confuses me a little.
I run up to her and we embrace. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was very passionate, in plain view of everyone else. Minutes later, after our making out ended, we actually had applause from other passengers.
It looked like the kiss you’d see in a movie. I am suprised there wasn’t music playing.
We grabbed my bags and headed outside. I looked around, but didn’t see her car. She pointed to a limo. and told me that’s our ride home.
…She opens the briefcase and inside is a bottle of wine, 1 big-assed-4-paper spliff, and a CD…
Excitedly I jump in the limo, while the dude put my bags in the trunk. My girl gets in with me and her briefcase.
I ask where we are going.
She tells me to nevermind.
As we pull away, the driver asks, “where to?’
She tells him to,” Drive around downtown and don’t stop or look back until I tell you to!”
Now this gets my motor running. Obviously.
The dude puts up the privacy screen and we’re all alone. She opens the briefcase and inside is a bottle of wine, 1 big-assed-4-paper spliff, and a CD.
She pops the CD in. Slow jams come over the stereo. I like the way it’s going down so far.
She lights the doobie, the limo fills with the sweet smell of sativa.
We toke, we drink, we make out for a while.
Then things get steamy. Turns out, she’s wearing her black garters, matching bra and panties with some incredible sheer pantyhose on. Before long we’re full-on doing it in the back of the limo, Barry White keeping us company. This went on for almost the entire 2 hour drive. It was probably the best sex of our lives.
Limo’s haven’t been the same since.