SOUTHWEST FROM HOBBY AT 5:15PM That is what the phone message said. I hoped that the traffic would not be too bad going from Dealy Plaza to Love Field. It was already 5:00pm when the attorneys finished with me. Now, I was going to be late. What would she think? She was sad I could tell. Sitting down by the gate. I'll bet she thought that I was not going to show up. She says that she is glad to see me and gives me a gigantic hug and a kiss, pressing herself hard against me so I can feel her taut nipples seeking me out.

Yes, we must hurry. She has everything carry-on, so I suggest that we split for the car. When we get to the rental car, it is major grope time. She and I have been planning this rendezvous for quite a while. When I had to arrive a day early for an Area meeting, she conveniently ducked out of work early to join me for a "night-o-delight". Our tongues touch and tease each other while passers by gawk. On into traffic... Wouldn't it be nice to have our choice of champagne? Yes, of course it would.

I stop briefly for a chilled delight to go and quickly make my way back to the chariot -- hoping in vain that my bulge won't be evident to world. A surprise awaits me in the car. My mischievous female friend has hiked her dress up so that I can see a hint of gartered stocking underneath. She has dressed for the occasion! And, she winks at me when she sees that I have noticed. She scoots herself forward a bit on the seat. My hand reaches for her knee. The silkiness of the stocking is what I can feel as I'm driving.

I slowly caress her leg and thigh. She is making soft moans and enjoying it. I gently slip my hand underneath the hem of her dress and stroke her upper thigh and then gently part her thighs. Frills.... My fingers discover her panties are covered with frills or so I think. I feel more carefully and discover that the panties are open in the middle. Her excitement rises when she recognizes that I have discovered the first of her secrets. She giggles playfully and asks if I like them.

While my fingers begin exploring her silky wet skin, I say yes. She moans her appreciation as I part her flesh and stroke her.

She is steaming hot under the dress. Her panties, though crotchless, are soaked. My fingers dance -- alternating between a waltz and a tango. She moans excitedly and she reaches to stroke my arm as if to encourage my fingers onward. She is lost in the movements of my fingers when I turn my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed and her chin shows that her tension is building. My fingers move downward slightly.

I enter her slowly with one finger. She bursts into a trembling orgasm. She presses her thighs closed about my hand and drives my finger further into her. She enjoys the fruits of our trip as I pull into a parking spot. Her joy leaves her spent. We wait a few minutes before gathering ourselves together and checking in. She joins my in my room after I have put the champagne on ice. I open the bottle and pour two glasses. We toast ourselves and our evening.

Now for more fun.

Though patience is attempted, hastiness seems to be in order.

She is rushing to undress me as fast as I am rushing to free her from her clothes.

She has chosen an incredible set of matching white lingerie -- white frilly panties, while satiny bra, and white garter belt.

Garter belt and hose are removed for the preservation of the hose and the comfort of the wearer.

I am naked now. She is stroke my hardness with her small hands while I are kissing her and reaching behind her to undo her bra. It opens easily and slips from her shoulders freeing smallish but pert breasts.

I keep one arm wrapped around her waist as I treat each breast to the touch of my tongue and the attentions of my eager mouth. We collapse onto the nearest of the double beds wrapped in each others arms.

I move her up slightly on the bed and move between her welcoming thighs to sip her nectar. Her excitement is high. She is almost gushing with love juices. My fingers explore her folders and help part the way for my hot tongue.

She moans loudly and presses my head toward her with her hand. I respond by pressing harder with my tongue and use more of its surface to caress her love button. She moans and begins to shudder as another orgasm takes over her twisting body. She grabs a pillow and pulls it over her mouth as her pleasure courses through her. As she passes the peak of her orgasm, my fingers explore where they once entered her earlier. Her fountain is flowing hot and sweet as my fingers touch her. She moans and eager accepts the caress. My tongue begins preparing her for more pleasure by tracing the folds surrounding her pleasure spot. My fingers are still busy exploring her love tunnel. One reaches inside and presses gently but firmly against the small button inside her love nest.

She encourages me to explore some more. My tongue has gently moved back toward her pleasure and begins gently stroking her anew. She gasps and then relaxes as the rhythmic touch of my hot tongue floods her with new warmth and the feeling of impending release. She arches her back as my tongue rapidly takes her to paradise. Her legs close tightly around my head. My fingers are gripped in her love tunnel as it contracts with her orgasm.

She shouts and moans and enjoys every aspect of her pleasure.

Her urgent requests for me to enter her are not denied.

My erection has waited but no longer. Entry is slow and sweet.

We stop and wait. We allow our bodies to enjoy the heat of the other. I feel the torrential flow of her hot love juices. She feels the searing heat of manhood as it slips into her depths.

We both sigh with pleasure and fulfillment.

Then, our bodies demand a race toward orgasm.

I move slightly so that I am cradling a leg in each arm -- spreading her wide to allow for the hard thrusts that we both want. Then, without hesitation, I plunge into her.

Time and again, I surge into her. With each surge she moans with excitement. We are panting as we bloom together in pleasure. The waves sweep over us followed by a curtain of sleep.

We wake nestled in each others arms nearly an hour later. The sleep has revived our desires. After she has stroked my growing erection with her warm mouth, she mounts me for an early morning ride. She comes to orgasm quickly and her trembling makes her weak. I surround her with my arms and bring her to the bed. I move behind her and lay with her in front of me -- both of us on our sides. I enter her slowly and gently. We enjoy a lengthy, almost caress-like love making. Passions rise eventually, I roll her to her knees. Kneeling on one knee, I move slowly inside her hungry love tunnel. My strokes are canted slightly to press my hardness against different portions of her love tunnel -- focusing on first one side, then the other, the top, and then the bottom. I feel and hear her preparing for another orgasm.

The tide rises within me and I shoot forth as she peaks. We break our oneness and lay side by side.

Our caresses lull us back to sleep. I wake cold and alone later. She has slipped off to catch a cab. Back to Love Field for the 5:45am...