I leaned against a post at the bottom of the escalator. Most family members wait at the arrivals gate or bag check, but I wanted to be sure he thinks I’m running late or had forgotten him.
My long jeans skirt reminded me of the type Pentecostal women wear to hide their sinfully tempting legs and ankles, but the bright red, tight fitting blouse with a plunging neckline more than made up for it.
I needed to wear something that disguised my ulterior motives. He travels for work all the time, so he should be unsuspecting.
Our relationship had taken a few hits lately and we were just starting to put the pieces back together. While he was gone, we made it a point to text more often, and FaceTime in the evenings.
When I brought up the idea of (virtual) mutual masturbation, he was skeptical, but willing to give it a try. It was the hottest thing we’d ever done and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
That’s why I’m here. Dressed the way I am. Standing where I’ve chosen. And dripping with anticipation.
His face, then body, popped over the top of the escalator and I was relieved to see there are very few people around. Perfect for our little reunion.
We couldn’t take our eyes off each other as the conveyors brought him toward me, descending so slowly that I wanted to start running and jump in his arms.
When he finally stepped off at the bottom, I had to force myself to stay where I was. He needed to approach me. He needed to feel like he had all the power.
His smile told me my plan was working. It was quirked up on one side and his eyebrows were knitted together questioningly.
“What are you…?” he started, but I cut him off with a delicate peck on the lips.
When I pulled him into a hug, I whispered into his ear, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The shiver that ran through him gave me a feeling of accomplishment and dominance. I was going to give him a night to remember.
Hand-in-hand we walked quickly and wordlessly to the vehicle in the lot.
When I approached and opened the door to an unfamiliar car, he asked, “Who’s van is this?”
Without answering, I just smiled and climbed in. He hesitated for a moment, but when I pressed the ignition and it started, he reluctantly got in.
I had rented a minivan specifically for this occasion. It was the only vehicle with enough room for what I had planned. The middle row seats were taken out, so it was just the front and rear that remained.
I drove with purpose having scouted out the perfect spot for our interlude the day before.
“You missed the turn,” he said as I passed our exit home.
Again, I said nothing, just kept driving. He settled back into his seat, resigned to let me lead this encounter.
After a few minutes, I took a sharp turn down a dirt road that plunged into a slightly wooded area before opening up to some little league ballfields. There was a building in the center, up against a rocky crag, with a boarded up concession stand and bathrooms.
I pulled the van between the structure and rock face, concealing it from the view of any random passersby - not that anyone would venture down here at such a late hour.
After shutting off the engine, I wordlessly climbed over the seat, intentionally letting my skirt ride up, revealing the absence of the panties I’d mentioned before.
His eyes followed my body hungrily.
In the wide open space in front of the back row seating, I turned and sat just in front, leaning my elbows back on the bench, and stared back at him.
He looked me up and down from head to toe and back again before climbing toward me; prowling like a lion toward a helpless gazelle.
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