“Would anyone notice, I wonder, as I quickly walk through the arrivals hall at Schiphol. Would people see that I only wear hot lingerie and high stockings under my long trench coat?
Marcus’ flight just landed. Thrilled. I can’t wait another minute before I can see it again. And I know he wants me a lot too. Five months apart is too long.
When he’s home, we see each other a few times a week – since we met last summer. He also asked, “Do you mind if I go to New Zealand for five months for my job?”
Of course, I gave him that experience, even though I knew I would miss him a lot: it’s too far to go up and down. “I’ll catch up,” he said. “When I get home, I will stay in bed with you for a week. Really, I will pamper every part of your body.
He meant that too. Marcus is incredibly good in bed, and especially with his mouth. I was thinking about it this morning while shaving my jersey. In my head, he was already with me, in the bathtub. I sat on the edge of the tub and he sat in front of me, between my legs.
After each stroke with my razor, it rinsed the hairs. Then he put his mouth on my pussy lips. His upper lip pressed against my clitoris as he thrust his tongue inside me. Not quite, but just deep enough to turn me on. This ritual was repeated until everything was perfectly shaved.
I thought of Marcus’ excited look as he looked at me. About how tight he would take me after. I put my showerhead on a stronger setting. I came sobbing through the harsh rays and I knew: tonight we really do. Finally!
I put on a new set of black lingerie especially for him: a lace bodysuit with push-up cups and a thong. There was also a garter belt. He can certainly appreciate that. As I tied my stockings, I couldn’t help but smile. Marcus came from the middle of nowhere: he had been living off-grid on a mountain for five months testing equipment.
He’s probably just happy to see me again. But I want to make our reunion even more special. That’s why I booked a hotel opposite the arrivals hall by surprise. So I can jump on him right away. Or him me. Happy and in love, Marcus finally approaches me at Schiphol. How handsome he is, with his even longer curls and wild beard.
He kisses me long and tenderly. His hands grab me and he pulls me closer. “Oh my God,” he smiled, a bit mischievously. I feel a bulge in his pants and my heart skips a beat.
“And now I have to wait another two hours before going home,” he laments. “No,” I laugh, pulling her with me. “Come on, the bath in our hotel room is already full.”2
This Happy Ending comes from Flair 12-2023. You can read more such stories in Flair every week.
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