The Departure
I have explained that I am a busy public relations manager working in a city office in the North of England, and that my partner Simon works as a picture editor for a group who publish technical magazines. The headquarters of this group is in Paris so he sometimes has to attend meetings there, usually when they are launching a new magazine. The first time he had to attend such a meeting he was told that he would be away for almost a week – Poor me! Left alone to return to an empty apartment, after a hard days work in the city!
Simon was reluctant to leave his car at the regional airport in case it was vandalised, so as it was an afternoon flight, I took time off work to take him to the airport in my car. During the journey, I teased him about the wonderful time he would have during his stay in Paris. He replied that he would much prefer to be meeting me from work in our special place than spending a few days at a smart hotel in France. I smiled and agreed that we had certainly had some exciting meetings during the last few months, and that I would be thinking about them whilst he was away.
My closeness to him in the car immediately set me thinking about the beautifully intimate experiences we had shared when parked in that secluded lane. I took hold of Simon’s hand, gave it an affectionate squeeze and placed it on my knee. He sighed and patted my leg, but did nothing more, probably because I was overtaking some slow-moving traffic at the time.
As soon as we had a clear road ahead, I took his hand in mine and slowly guided it up under my dress. I then concentrated on driving the car as he stroked my leg, slowly moving upwards to my stocking tops, playing for a moment with my suspenders and then onto the bareness of my thigh above.
I gave a little gasp of pleasure at his touch and pulled up my dress as far as I could to make his task easier. His hand moved across to my other leg and he continued this gentle stroking, which I adored. “I was longing for you to touch me” I whispered, “Please don’t stop”. He slid his hand gently between my legs, his fingers stroking the crotch of my satin panties. “My god, you’re wet” he exclaimed. “What do you expect, you sexy devil” I replied.
I spread my legs open as far as I could manage whilst driving the car. “That’s much better” he said as he slid his hand inside my wet panties. He expertly teased my clitoris for a while until I was crying out for more. “Please, please put your fingers inside me” I said desperately. He responded immediately, and my body shook involuntarily as he pushed two fingers deep into me. “Oh – that’s lovely” I yelled as he thrust harder and deeper into my extremely wet cunt. I was almost cumming when we suddenly realised we had reached the airport entrance, in our excitement we almost drove straight on past it! The place was teeming with people rushing about, stationary cars, baggage trolleys, taxis and all the confusion associated with departures. We just had to stop. He reluctantly withdrew his dripping fingers and I passed him a tissue to wipe them. I straightened my dress and Simon did his best to compose himself before struggling through the inevitable line at the check-in desk. We were running a little late, so I drove directly to the terminal entrance.
We held each other tightly and kissed passionately. He grabbed his case from the car, and running towards the check-in, stopped for a brief second and shouted “Take car my darling – see you soon!” I noticed that he still had the tissue in his hand as he waved goodbye. I had parked in a no waiting zone, so I had to leave immediately and return sadly to our empty apartment. I spent the weekend working at home, occupying myself as much as possible in an effort to make the days pass more quickly.
Monday dawned, sunny, warm and bright, so to cheer myself up I dressed in a smart summer blouse, slender skirt and very high-heeled shoes. Underneath I wore my lavender coloured Lejaby suspender belt with matching French knickers and nearly-black stockings. I thought that feeling smartly dressed would lift my spirits and help me face the day.
I packed my documents into my briefcase, found my car keys, locked the door and went down the path to my car. The sight of Simon’s car parked next to mine made me suddenly feel sad, I was missing him terribly and longing for his company. I stowed my bag in the car, slid in behind the wheel and started the engine. I sat for a moment thinking of those last few moments with Simon at the airport, his sexy exploration of my legs, the stroking of his hand on my panties and the touch of his fingers in my pussy. “Oh Hell Simon” I shouted, “I need you, now!” I was longing for his touch.
Switching off the engine, I grabbed my keys, slammed the car door and strode quickly back to the apartment. I unlocked the door and ran upstairs, unfastening my blouse as I went. I slipped off my skirt to avoid creasing it and threw myself onto the bed. I was trembling all over as I began caressing my breasts with one hand and stroking the silky crotch of my French knickers with the other. Hell! Was I randy!
My protruding nipples were already hard and my hand was now inside my knickers, stroking my wet bush as I played with myself excitedly. I pushed a finger slowly into my soaking wet cunt, stroking my swollen clit increasingly rapidly as my excitement mounted. I slowed down only at the last moment when I was almost cumming. This was lovely and I wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible. I was incredibly wet now as I slid two, and then three fingers into streaming cunt, thrusting them deep inside allowing my hot juices to flow freely over my hand.
I was screaming for Simon to fuck me, I thought I was going crazy, and then I remembered something. Without stopping my wild finger fucking, I reached out with my free hand and slid open the draw of my bedside table. I took out the flesh-coloured ribbed dildo, which I had bought some time ago before I met Simon. I lubricated it with the sticky juices on my fingers and pushed it slowly inside me. It felt just gorgeous! My god, It was exactly what I wanted at that moment!.
During the next few minutes I drove myself delirious with excitement and sheer lust as I thrust it deep inside me, then slowly drew it out until I could just feel the tip parting the lips of my cunt. I fucked myself frantically with the dildo as I rubbed my clit with my free hand. I was rolling about in ecstasy and squealing with excitement when it happened! I was cumming all over my fingers, my hands and my legs, even my stocking tops were wet! I had never cum like this before when I had fucked myself. I could not believe how wonderful it was, although I would have preferred Simon’s lovely cock deep inside me when it happened!
I lay back exhausted, rested for a while then I showered, not forgetting to wash and dry my lovely dildo and put it safely back into my drawer. I then put on my makeup, loads of perfume, fresh underwear and recommenced my journey to the office feeling that I could now face the day, but at the same time, counting the hours before Simon’s return.
‘Bye for now!