The Airport

"Damn the traffic" jean thought.1

It had all been working so well, the two hour drive to the airport had seemed to fly by. Alright, there had been that slight problem, feeling her pubic hair rubbing at her denim dress.2

Jean grinned briefly at the thought. That had been eased by by the simple expedient of lifting the hem of the dress.3

She had felt deliciously wanton driving along her pussy exposed like that, most unlike her. It seemed that she had been behaving like a teenager since she had met that 'BraveSirRobin' on the computer chat.4

Thinking of that brought her back to the moment, looking around the crowded arrivals hall of the airport. Maybe going for that coffee had been a bad idea, but she needed something to calm her down from these jitters. When she had first got to the terminal, she had been early and the arrival area had been deserted. That coffee shop had seemed a great place to wait and think, even if it was a few minutes down the road, well a few minutes if the traffic was normal.5

Anyway jean rationalized, I needed to know where I could take Him and dump Him if it turned out the pictures and chats had been lies.6

If only the traffic hadn't been so bad I would have been here early enough to stake out a good lookout point. Now as she watched the ebb and flow, she realized that He might walk right past her and never see her.7

"I must be mad"8

The thought flickered through jean's mind as her eyes scanned the jostling throng, hearing cries of hello and seeing strangers and loved ones hug.9

A sudden flush of sensations stabbed through her, starting as her hard nipples rubbed at the denim of the dress. As the hard nubs caught at the rough fabric she was reminded of exactly how she was dressed, and why. As she had prepared for this meeting she had considered disobeying Him, the thought of wearing just a dress and shoes a little disconcerting, and also arousing her as she had sat on her bed thinking of it.10

"What am I doing here, naked under this dress? Waiting for a pervert from Britain to step off a plane"11

Jean almost bolted then, but calmed thinking of the soft, sensuous web of words and emotions that BSR had woven around her. From that first tentative chat He had seemed so intriguing, so empathic and so caring. He must be persuasive thought jean, to have me stood here, hardly decent, waiting to drive Him to a remote cabin for nearly two weeks of................what?12

She rationalized, "I am still in control, I will spot Him first and will just melt away if He looks like a mad axeman."13

Concentrating she tried to ignore the rasp of rough fabric on her breasts, the cool caress of the air on her pantie-less sex.14

"Hello!"15

The sudden soft touch startles jean. Fingers brushing at her shoulder completely unexpected, a soft nasal voice filling her ears. Whirling round a smile automatically coming to her face to see BSR.16

Before a word comes to her lips He has pulled her into an embrace. Strong arms bringing her body close to His, the fat paunch on Him hardly noticed as she was pulled close. His long beard brushing against her skin sending little flutters of sensation into her.17

"Hello darling, where is your car parked?"18

Some response tumbled from jean's lips as she gestured towards the exit doors.19

BraveSirRobin's arm rested around her waist as He guided her to His luggage. It was obvious they must have walked, talked, moved; but for the life of her jean could remember nothing.20

All she knows is that suddenly they are standing by her car as people walked by only yards away.21

There seemed to be no intervening moment where she could draw a breath. The strength of His arm, the soft murmurings of His voice. There had been no concious decision on her part, just suddenly caught up in a powerful swell. Carried along beside BSR as they had just walked along, no thoughts really there, just bemused, ensared in the sheer physicality of His presence as His arm circled her waist.22

A sudden hardness pressing against her body brings her thoughts into a sudden focus.23

"What was happening?"24

"What was He doing?"25

"Ohhhhhhhhh my God!"26

From being set in idle, the motor of her thoughts dropped straight into over-drive.27

"He can't? He wouldn't!"28

Memories tumbled through jean as the uncompromising rigidity made its presence known to her.29

The cool steel, the ohhhhh so solid and cool steel of her car door pressed against her back. The rigidity of the door brought her thoughts to clarity.30

Many times in the months jean had known BSR He had told of their first meeting. As she sat at her computer reading the words that glowed from her screen, her body reacting in ways she had never suspected, she had laughed softly at His outrageous fantasies.31

But...................but.......................32

They were fantasies weren't they?33

They had to be.................34

Jean couldn't possibly do.......................that!35

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.....................His hand, His fingers.............36

"I said I would check jean"37

BSR smiled at her as His hand slid up her bare thigh. The warmth of His hand contrasting to the cooled skin.38

The hem of her dress proved no barrier as He ran His hand underneath her clothing. His forearm pulling the cloth higher as He delved upwards.39

She squirmed against the car door, feeling the heat of His hand slipping higher. His touch never faltered or was tentative.40

With calm assurance the fingers pressed at her bare sex, sliding over the swollen hot flesh.41

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"42

Jean's thighs spread wider of their own volition as His digits pressed into her, slipping into her labia on the lubrication that spilled unbidden from her.43

Briefly her eyes closed as she savoured the touch in her depths. Then they flew open as the soft rasp of cloth came to her ears.44

Ohhhhhh gods, it wan't a fantasy, He meant to do it. All of it!45

Desperately looking over BSR's shielding shoulder jojo could see people walking to their cars. Pulling cases on wheels behind them, like well trained dogs. They would see, could see. couldn't they?46

As her eyes flicked about her, and she opened her mouth to protest, BSR kissed her lips, sealing her thoughts and worries inside her. As His tongue caressed hers, His free hand steadily undid the top buttons of the denim dress.47

As the fabric pulled free, popping open as her chest heaved from her aroused breathing, she felt the cool air caress the bared breasts. There as no real time to worry at this exposure as He broke the kiss and a hot mouth descended to suckle at her bosom.48

Jean's hips bucked as two fingers slid in and out of her cunt. Gasping she felt His mouth fasten on her hard nipple. Teeth gripped at the solid nub of flesh.49

This was no dream, no fantastic concoction of words she had read so often from the screen He really was flicking His tongue over the nipple.50

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"51

BSR's head pulled back infinitesimally as He stretched the nipple, tongue flicking all the time.52

Jean could feel her naked thighs slick with juice that was sliding from her well attended pussy.53

There was a disconnection in jean. She could hear the sounds of the parking lot. See cars passing by filled with people. She knew she couldn't possibly be doing this. Knew she should stop, at once.54

But...................but........................55

His hands, His tongue, His teeth, His touch...........56

She had to feel more, have more, and BSR seemed determined to give it to her.57

As she leant back, conflicting emotions running through her, His hand had been busy. Now her dress gaped wide, every button undone. He was caressing and kissing her body exactly as He had told her would happen.58

Leant back against the car door, her clothes in complete disarray, jean did not care, and yet she did. From the moment she had felt that light touch on her shoulder there had been no moment to think. Far from being in control as she had thought, she looked back to see that every movement from when she had dressed that day, deliberately leaving her bra and panties off had been guided by BSR. Despite this realization all she felt was a rising tide of arousal and a warmth of knowing how much He cared for her.59

Deep inside there had been a fear He would reject her, seeing her in the all too solid flesh. Jean had seen the look in some mens eyes as the watched her. It hurt and despite all His words of reassurance there had been a tiny nagging doubt.60

Yet now He was making it clear, in the best, most nonverbal and direct way. He found her sexy, arousing, worthy of His time.61

"OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"62

As she felt the car support her, jean's thighs quivered and her cunt spasmed as the first orgasm was given to her by her lover.63

He stood back slightly smiling, still shielding her with His bulk, and that so-cute fur-lined tartan cloak.64

"Well, jean. I think W/we should get going, or the arrival at the cottage will be very late tonight."65

Jean clasped the dress to her, trying desperately to gain some semblance of control. Fingers fumbling for the buttons to close the fabric.66

He looked at her and with one simple "No" stilled her hands at once.67

"I want the dress just like that jean, so I can touch your beautiful body whenever I wish to."68

A flush stole through her at His words, as His command sank in to her. Meekly she helped load His bags into the car and opened the doors. 69

He sat opposite her and smiled, His hand resting on her bare thigh in a familiar way, as if they had known each other for years, and this was an everyday experience.70

With a glint in His blue eyes he told her.......71

"I may want you all to Myself girl, but you can pull your dress together as you drive out."72

Jean laughed softly and covered herself just in time as the car drew level with the toll booth.73

It was obvious that the trip to the cottage was going to be extremely interesting...................................74