Thanksgiving
 mf


She checked her watch for about the hundredth time that day. Everything had
been timed perfectly: the veggies were cooked and ready to be heated just
before dinner; the turkey was mostly cooked and just need the final touches.
The table was set, she was dressed; all that was needed was HIM to complete
the picture.

She decided that she needed to leave about half an hour before his plane was
due. That would give her time to get to the airport, park the car, and walk
to the gate, but wouldn't have her pacing too long before the passengers
deplaned. She was giddy with anticipation!

He steps off the plane, and from the end of the tunnel he sees her. He gives
her the cute little wave of his - the one that still melts her heart, and
turns her stomach every time. She stands there, beaming, waiting for him to
walk through the tunnel.

They drop their bags, and embrace in the middle of the crowd, oblivious, as
always, to the rest of the world when they first come together. They hold
each other tight, and then their lips find each other and they kiss
hungrily, sweetly, passionately and, as always, wetly. Whenever he was in
town, her face was constantly damp.

They pick up their bags again, but manage to do so without letting go of
each other's hands. They stare into each other's eyes, and walk together
down the corridor. They speak volumes to each other, but do not utter a
single word.

As they round the bend in the hallway, she suddenly jerks him to the right,
and pulls him into a small closet. What is going on? She has discovered a
make-shift storage room that the contractors are using. On the way to the
gate she noticed it, and that the hasp had not been fastened. She discretely
checked it out, and had plotted this moment since then.

They embrace again in the dark room, but quickly she is moving down his body
with her hands. Before he knows what is happening, she is unbuckling his
belt and unfastening his pants, grasping his growing member in her loving
hands. Then, swiftly, she guides his penis into her eager mouth, taking it
in as she licks and teases and caresses him with her tongue and lips. He is
running his hands through her hair, head thrown back, eyes closed, and a
soft moaning escapes from within him. She continues to fondle him with all
the parts of her mouth, while her hands gently stroke and cup his balls, and
occasionally reaches around to knead his cheeks. After a few minutes, she
feels him tense his body, and his warm, buttery juices flow into her mouth
and down her throat. She is so excited by this, she feels herself come as
well, and utters a deep, passionate moan of her own.

They kiss passionately and deeply, then he dresses himself back up, and....

Wait! What time is it? She realized she'd been daydreaming for some time.
Her panties were copiously wet, but she had no time to change. Besides, with
him here, they'd probably stay that way all weekend (when they were on at
all). His plane was due to touch down in 32 minutes. She grabbed her
sweater, made sure the oven was off, and headed for her car. On the way to
her parking lot, a sly grin grew on her face as she remembered the
construction going on at the airport.