Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2007 13:52:46 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Afternoon Passenger: Incoming Passenger

This story is part of the continuing tale of the
adventures of Erica and Florence and for those who don't
know it concerns lesbian sex between two adult consenting
women.
It's written for my own pleasure but if you read it and
get pleasure for yourselves then I'm additionally
pleased.
I'm always pleased to answer any e-mails you might like
to send me both to assist me in improving my stories.
This story is entitled "Incoming Passenger" and forms
part of the Afternoon Torture series
My e-mail address is Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

My Florence has been away for a few days helping an
elderly aunt who's had a fall. The aunt lives some
distance away necessitating Florence taking a flight, not
much more than an hour but I guess that it would have
been about six hundred miles. I have to say that I was
very excited to be here at the airport waiting for her
and like most of the other waiting crowd I was moving
from one foot to the other with impatience.

Because it was a domestic flight and she hadn't been away
long she didn't have any amount of baggage so she
wouldn't have to go to the carousel to wait for it to be
unloaded. She came straight to the arrivals area with
just her little bag and as much as I wanted her to take
me in her arms we only shared a kiss on the cheek, very
disappointing I can tell you. We couldn't even walk out
of the airport terminal holding hands the general public
are not that forgiving. Once we got in the car and exited
the car park it was a mad search for somewhere we could
find to kiss and cuddle, neither of us wanted to wait.

Behind the airport control tower there's a little access
road for the staff and deliveries to get into the control
tower's grounds. Generally after daylight has passed
there's not much traffic round there, maybe some courting
couples but we weren't concerned about them, they'd be
too engrossed in their own activities. I'd brought a
thermos of tea and a few sandwiches for her, knowing
airlines the food on board is generally quite disgusting.
We'd settled down with our refreshments watching the
planes approaching over the water with the runway almost
at right angles to where we were parked.

I suppose we could have gone straight home but I was
feeling in a playful mood, wanting her to have some
pleasure out of me before we eventually got there. There
was the usual sexual tension between us, both of us knew
what was going to happen but neither of us knowing what
the other wanted or what she was prepared to give.

I'd gone to a lot of trouble to look lovely or as lovely
as possible for Florence and her sidelong glances told me
that the little of my breasts she could see was of
interest to her. She kept shuffling her bottom around on
the seat and it gave me the impression that she was
horny. When she caught me smiling to myself she wanted to
know what was so humorous but I couldn't tell her. She
put her hand on my knee and asked if it had anything to
do with the fact that I'd gone to a lot of trouble to
meet her.

Continuing the teasing mood I'd said that's for you to
find out my dear. So she'd got out of the car, walked
around to my side, opened the door and told me to get
out. I was a bit startled being where we were but her
grip on my arm was quite strong so I had no choice but to
get out for her. Taking my hand she walked me a hundred
yards or so away from where the cars were parked not
saying a word to me. When we got to where there was gate
that the emergency services used to access the airport
she pushed me down so I could scramble under the gate and
she followed. Perhaps she'd been here before, I'd better
ask her later, perhaps she'd been here with a man before
she'd met me, I knew from Madeline that she'd had a few
boy friends.

We walked fifty yards or so until we reached some sand,
the airport is close to the ocean and as a matter of fact
one of the runways runs out into the ocean. When we
reached the sand she bent and picked up some scrap paper
that was lying around there and then pushed me to my
knees. Before I knew it my skirt was over my head and her
pussy was grinding away at me, my bottom has always been
sexually sensitive so it wasn't long before I was quite
aroused. With her pussy brushing against my bottom she
was aroused too and we were giving each other rather a
nice time when a young couple came from further towards
the airport runways and caught us. The young man offered
his congratulations, which made me blush like mad, but
the young woman with him didn't seem to think it was
amusing at all. Florence wasn't put off by her attitude
and she kept grinding away at my bottom. One of her hands
was now between my legs trying to stroke my clit but it
was difficult for her because as soon as I got a
comfortable spot in the sand my knee slipped again. But
it seemed as though my clit wasn't really the target,
just so long as she'd got me "hot" she was satisfied.

Lifting me up, as yet unsatisfied, she led me back to the
car helping me in to the driver's seat with her hand
sliding between my legs and as we drove out the young man
who passed us earlier said sorry ladies, didn't mean to
disturb you. His girlfriend didn't offer a comment, as a
matter of fact she looked quite unhappy, maybe because
her boyfriend had spoken quite nicely to us or perhaps at
having caught two lesbians at work.

Because Florence had brought me back to the car before
she'd satisfied me I was still quite aroused and
consequently my hand had reached out for hers trying to
pull it to me but she had such a mischievous grin on her
face and deliberately moved hers away from me saying take
me to wherever you want to take me. The alternatives
were, as usual, my place or hers but if we went to my
place and the kids heard us arrive they'd be out in the
yard shouting for auntie Florence and that would mean we
would have to let them into my apartment or else we'd
have to go in the house. That left only her place, which
certainly didn't worry me, I'd been over during the day
and done some housework and also bought a nice cream cake
for after.

As we drove I was telling her what I'd done and she'd
said about the cream cake "after what"? Goodness woman,
where's your imagination? When we pulled up outside her
house she reached over taking my hand in hers and pulling
me to her she'd given me one of those kisses that make me
melt. I wanted to get out and at the same time I wanted
to stay here where she was kissing me. But, you can't
have everything can you so I got out of the car and made
my way to the door opening it with my key and finding
myself being pushed inside for my trouble.

It wasn't sex, it wasn't anything other than kiss after
kiss making me quite dizzy with passion. Of course, I
wanted sex but Florence wasn't in a hurry to give it to
me, she was content to rain kisses on me that was until
she decided to start on my blouse opening the buttons
just as slowly as she could whilst she stood away from me
smirking at my obvious desire. After finishing
unfastening my blouse she walked away to put the kettle
on leaving me lusting after her and hoping she wouldn't
take her time before coming back to me. As she turned
around, her glance caught me caressing my own breasts and
again that brought a smile to her face. She knows damned
well that I love being teased, that being the case she
could virtually stand there watching me for ages.

The smile continued even while I unfastened the clip on
my bra and as my bra fell open and my breasts fell out
she let out a lewd whistle. Very nice my dear, show me
more. I couldn't refuse the orders emanating from my
lovers mouth so I slipped my blouse and bra clear of my
shoulders. If I thought that was going to get her rushing
to my side I was mistaken, her eyes never left my breasts
but when they did they moved to my face as she smiled or
smirked at me again.

Lean forward Erica, as I did I knew what she was doing.
She wanted to see my breasts hanging down so that when
they did she'd sit in her favourite armchair and with me
leaning on the chair arms my breasts would hang down for
her to lick and suck my nipples. My breasts do tend to
look bigger when they hang down free from the restraints
of my bra but they certainly couldn't be described as
pendulous.

She has untold patience when she's teasing me and my
nipples got licked for minute after minute until such
time as my arms were shaking with having spent so much
time leaning on the chair arms. When I was just about to
collapse she gave a delicious suck on the left one and
let me drop into her lap. Continuing with the kissing her
hand found it's way under my skirt running back and
forward between my knee and my groin until, eventually,
she found her way into my pussy. The gentle caresses she
gave me as she penetrated me were delicious. The rotation
of her fingers inside me and the crooking of her fingers
were bound to torment me causing me to struggle to open
my legs even further. My breathing was almost stopped as
she drew my nipple further into her mouth and again the
rotation and crooking of her fingers and the licking and
sucking of my nipples made me gasp for her to release me
from this torment. As she let my nipple slip from her
mouth her mouth had drawn itself into a smile again with
me almost collapsing.

This can't go on forever, I must go home to my family
soon. Realising what I was feeling she moved to lower me
to the ground so she could stand over me. This was just a
continuation of the tease she was exerting on me as when
she stood there she was well aware that I could see her
panties with it's wet spot staring down at me. As
delicious as it was to see, it was further torment she
was exerting on me not that I often got a chance to kiss
her pussy, she was the master here and I took what she
gave me. At this time of course she was giving me
nothing.

Please darling, I need you. She rolled me over on the
carpet where I was lay and lowering herself to meet me
she again took one of my breasts into her mouth but this
time as she sucked the nipple she was lowering herself
all the way to the ground alongside me. Her hand moved to
lift my skirt and expose my panties which were now
clearly soaked with the moisture from my pussy. Rather
than taking me on the floor where we lay I wanted to be
on the bed, the most intimate place in her house and
where on most, not all, occasions she'd made love to me.
It was the place that I think she'd first made love to me
and for that reason it had always had a special feeling
for me. She'd spoken at one time about replacing it but
I'd argued with her about that saying I'd feel as though
she was giving me away along with the bed.

So, it was still there, the place where she'd taken me.
No, that wasn't true either, it wasn't where she'd taken
me it was the place where I'd given myself to her freely
and without reservation. I stood up from the floor and
taking her hand, still partly naked, I'd led her to the
stairs and on to her bedroom. It was such an intimate
place, lovely curtains and I always felt at home and safe
here so if she took me in one of her rough moods it
didn't worry me because I'd been with her on so many
tender moments.

Before letting me down on the bed she'd reached behind me
and whilst kissing me and grinding my breasts against
hers she'd let my skirt drop to the floor. Not only did I
love for her to see me like this, just in panties with my
stockings leaving a small gap of bare flesh between the
panties and stockings, but it was also one of my
favourite seduction modes of dress or undress however you
care to look at it.

Slowly removing my panties and at the same time running
her hands over my mound and then round to my bottom I
could feel the generation of lust in me. If she didn't
take me soon I'd scream, there's only so much torment I
can stand and frankly I was getting towards the end of my
tether. If she didn't lower her mouth to my pussy soon
I'd have to scream at her. Reading me like a book, she
lowered her head, which soon encapsulated my pussy lips
still enclosed in my panties. Oh, what a feeling, the
sheer joy of her lips kissing me and then running along
either side of my pussy whether or not I was still
wearing my panties gave me the kind of thrill that I
hadn't enjoyed for a few weeks. As she lifted my bottom
clear of the bed to remove my panties I could not have
wished for a nicer interlude.

My entire pussy area was wet from her teasing and my lips
were swollen for her as a result of her teasing so far.
Now her kinder side had returned and her mouth descended
to meet my rising pussy. Imagine a woman who'd been
waiting for this for days or perhaps weeks, I couldn't
resist begging her to be quick, I really needed to have
an orgasm and I needed it quick. It must have been clear
to her that it was not far away but her lips were
withdrawn from my pussy and they were replaced by her
fingers. Florence has done this to me any number of times
so she was well aware that she was driving me crazy but
this is part and parcel of the sexual act to her.
Eventually she did allow me to orgasm and her face, now
red with her exertions, was bathed in my `cum". One thing
I've always liked about Florence is that she loves me to
see her face after she'd achieved the kind of result she
wanted.

I know that under ordinary circumstances any other woman
would have returned the favour to her lover but neither
Florence nor I are any other women. So, we both lay there
in a sort of a stupor, Florence because she'd made so
much effort to give me what I wanted and myself because
Florence's skill had also exhausted me. It would be
sometime before either of us was in a fit state for any
more sex and whether or not I seduced Florence was
entirely in her hands or perhaps, in the lap of the Gods.
She gives so much as a lover that I wouldn't have been
surprised if she'd fallen asleep immediately.

We lay there for close to half an hour until I made a
move to make her a cup of tea that I believed she so
badly needed partly for her refreshment and partly so
that I could stretch and move around the house naked for
her to see and enjoy.