Tom and Kara

Tom is sitting on a plane on his way to Oklahoma, his heart beating out of his chest. His mind is racing with thoughts of the face that will greet his arrival. He was to meet Kara, a beautiful, lithe young creature fillled with all the roaring hormones of a 17-year-old body, and what a body it was. He had been thinking all over the Atlantic what he was going to do to her; how it would play out. They had talked for hours over the internet, and even on the phone. But this was different. Especially after what he'd said to her before. The words that flowed through his fingers into the plastic coffin of the keyboard, trapped for eternity. He had made her sweat in a room with her family, by telling her just how his tongue was going to snake its way to the top of her thigh and tease around her panties. He had made her heart pound and her tight young pussy throb and moisten with his words. She had masturbated many times thinking of his hard, fat cock thrusting deep into her over and over, barely ever finding privacy, biting her lip to hide her moans in the shower.

She was waiting at the airport for him, her heart aflutter, her head filled with memories and fantasies...would he look like his pictures? Would he still be attracted to her? Would he take her, tear her clothes from her body and tease and please her as he promised? She was dressed up for him, not too sexy, but definitely giving him something to think about. Her bronzed, toned legs shimmered in the light below a tight, short denim skirt. She coupled this with a simple white vest top and short hoodie. She had ummed and ahhhed about what she should wear - including the difficult underwear conundrum - for a whole week before his arrival. Incidentally, she had decided to forgo the underwear, the danger of it all making her even hotter.

Tom's flight lands and he hurredly reaches for the overhead locker, of course in competition with every other impatient social zombie whose life is more important than anyone else's. But - thankfully - Tom was tall and imposing, and despite his good nature, had a touch of acting nous and occasionally decided to employ this to good effect by giving the occasional pest a look that told them "if you don't move, I'm going to rip you into a million pieces and shove each one of those pieces up your ass". And so he was given space. Tom was happy. And excited. Now it dawned on him "...oh my god...she's just out there..." but he knew that the airline tended not to give out freebie returns on the basis of nervousness and so he made his shaky-footed way off of the plane and towards the terminal.

The pair's eyes dart around the room, scanning for each other, searching for the person from the photos they had exchanged - except nobody looks two-dimensional. Damn it. Then...the crowd parts like it were controlled by Moses and they stand feet from each other, staring intently into each other's eyes...the pressure building up in each of them...they slowly start to walk towards each other, speeding up with each step..."what's going to happen?", "how do I greet him?", "what if she thinks I'm ugly in person?", "what if he..." and he kisses her, hard. His hand slides up her back and pulls her into the kiss, his fingers running through her hair. She can't breathe - his lips vanquishing any air that could get in and the passion of the kiss prompting any air in the girl's lungs had been quickly lost. She pulls back and looks at him, catching her breath as she does..."wow," she utters, "that caught me off g.." and he pulls her towards him again, his tongue slipping into her mouth, massaging hers. Her hands are raking up and down his back, her mind filled with all the fantasies he had told her over the years, and she realised she wanted him. Now.

They forgo baggage claim - they just go around and around anyway, what difference will 10 minutes make? - and she leads him by the hand to a cleaner's cupboard. A quick look around and they dart inside, into the dark, and immediately she feels his hands on her ass, lifting her into the air. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in tight, their tongues dancing in their joined mouths, clawing at each other's clothes. She unwraps her legs and stands again, as he takes her hands and lifts them above her head, telling her to keep them there. Then his hands slide down her sides, feeling the contours of her beautiful figure, sliding over her hips and leaning in as they move to her ass and back up her spine, tickling along its length and sending shivers through her.

He kisses her hard again and her arms come down around his neck, she can feel his cock throbbing through his jeans and her nipples poking him in the chest...his hands are all over her...her head is spinning...his hands slip under her skirt and she gasps as he brushes his fingertip over her clit through the thin material. She reaches down and starts frantically trying to undo his jeans, desperate to get her hands on what's inside. His fingertips hook under the waistline of her panties and he eases them away from her hot, wet essence, slipping down her smooth thighs, her stepping out of them with one foot, reaching into his newly available boxers as she does. She grasps the shaft of his throbbing dick and strokes down and then up, her mind trying to work out just from a first touch if she's had one as big as this before. She doesn't care. She wants it. She continues stroking his hard cock as they move closer together...she opens her legs for him, him taking one thigh in his hands and holding her leg wrapped around him...with his other hand rubbing the head of his cock up and down her now soaking wet pussy...her juices running down its length, her pussy aching for it. He looks her in the eye as he positions the head at her entrance, takes a breath and then thrusts hard, lifting Kara up in the process, banging her back against the wall, this proving the resistance he needed to push every inch of his fat phallus into her tight hole. She moans sharply, her nails digging into his back, then bites his shoulder to prevent being caught...he starts giving it to her as hard as he can; he's been wanting this so long. Their intertwined midriffs burning with passionate intensity, they claw at each other and stifle the moans they wish they could scream, ushering each other towards ecstasy, one thrust at a time. She moans in his ear to fuck her harder and he duly obliges, slamming her with its entire length on every push...she's never had one this big, it's hitting spots she didn't even know existed and making every previously-hit spot feel all the more alive and on fire than ever before...she can feel it building...she can barely breathe, her legs are starting to shake, she tries to stay with it to keep fucking him back, but she cannot. He grabs her standing leg and lifts her up, completely supporting her on his arms, her legs on top of his forearms, giving him access to slam his hard shaft into her as fast as he could...she cannot take it any more, she's no longer able to see...her limbs are not under her control...she's biting him hard trying to keep quiet but barely manages it, her pussy tightening as she begins to cum...he keeps thrusting harder and harder and she keeps cumming, her juices running down him, soaking his pubic region. He thrusts in deep and she clenches down on him, holding him tight, and he shoots his hot juice inside her, filling her. She feels the hot liquid fire into her belly and holds him closer, milking every last second out of this moment together...their bodies spasming and twitching...his knees nearly giving way...then they look at each other's sweaty, panting faces and kiss deeply before deciding that maybe they should try and find his luggage.