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The Weekend Part 1
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The Weekend Part 1 I have known you were coming to town for a few weeks and we have previously met for supper on a couple of occasions and we both acknowledged that they was chemistry between us, so this time, instead of staying at a hotel, you will be staying at my place for the weekend. I’ll be picking you up at the airport Friday evening and we’ll have a quiet night at my place, followed by a trip to our local farmers market Saturday morning, where we’ll grab some breakfast and pick up something for Sunday breakfast, maybe a walk along the Green or through Wilmot Park in the afternoon, back to my place to freshen up, and then out for supper to one of your favourite spots to eat in the city, reservations for 5:30.  Surprise surprise, your flight is actually early, and luckily I showed up 25 minutes early just in case. Never a good idea to leave a woman waiting after all. I’m standing just off of the gate as I see you coming through it, scanning the crowd for me ….. or maybe checking for hot men and women lol.  Your eyes light up as you see me, as do mine, and you flow into my arms as I hug you, squeezing a little extra hard as you laugh into my ear, asking me if I am happy to see you. Before I can answer you give me a quick kiss that turns into a deep one. Hmmmm, guess that answers my question she says as our lips part. She tastes as good as I thought she would.  I slide her bag off her shoulder and walk with her over to the baggage carousel to wait for the rest of her luggage. We make small talk as we wait for hers to arrive, her fingers tracing slow lines up and down my arm and occasionally across my chest. All of a sudden, it seems a lot warmer in the airport. She can see the effect she is having on me but doesn’t stop for a second. Incorrigible flirt, but that’s one of the things that drew me to her.  Her suitcase shows up and as I reach down to grab it, I can feel her move in behind me, brushing her hand over my ass as she leans in and says, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. As I pick the suitcase up, I make a point of backing up into her, rubbing against her briefly before turning to face her with a smile.  “Shall we head to the car?” I ask her, and she takes my hand and starts to walk to the exit. I can see that others have their eyes on her as we walk through the airport, as she does cut a very striking figure, curves in all the right places and a walk that exudes confidence and sexiness. The heels she’s wearing beat a rapid staccato on the floor, which only serves to draw more eyes to her. I know that the eyes of many men and some women are travelling from her shoes, up her legs, to her hips, wondering about what pleasures lie beneath.  We get to the car and I put her bags in the back seat, and then open the passenger door for her, letting my hand run across her back as she pours herself into her seat. She smiles up at me, in silent acknowledgement, as I shut her door and walk around to the driver’s side. She leans across to open my door for me, giving me a glimpse down her blouse, which she has obviously undone a couple buttons of while I was walking around the car. Did I mention she was a flirt?  As I get into the car, I say thank you and she asks me “what for”? “Why for opening my door for me”, and I pause before adding, “and for the wonderful view”. “I was hoping you might notice, but then you always were very observant.” I lean over to give her another kiss and then pull the car out of the parking lot. I notice that she reclines back in her seat, undoing a few more buttons of her blouse. Keep your eyes on the road she laughs, I’m just giving the locals a reason to smile.  So I decide to take the long way to my place, driving though uptown and downtown, slowing down to not make street lights, indulging her exhibitionist side, and enjoying the view as she pulls her skirt up when we are stopped next to a SUV, giving the driver a good view of her ………… assets.  We finally pull into my parking lot and she sighs and does up her blouse. “Well that was fun!” she says as we get out of the car. As I come around to get the bags, she snuggles in and gives me a kiss. “I think we could get into all kinds of mischief together”, she whispers to me. “Well that is the plan” I reply.  Drop in and visit my blog sometime, but you'll probably regret it  |
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Mmmmm really hot!! Hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Sounds like its going to be a great weekend.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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picking someone up at the airport is always delicious. rife with possibilities You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I depend on your kind of mischief.
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