My girlfriend Sara had been out of town for almost a month. We would talk on the phone every night. As of late our conversations focused more and more on sex. We both knew that she would be back home in a few days, and she had told me that she had bought some new lingerie as a reward for being so patient. As sex talk grew into phone sex we were both getting frustrated. I had instructed her that she was to wear the new lingerie on the plane under her clothes, and that when she was about an hour away from landing she was to get up and go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom she was to open her pants, put one leg up on the toilet and stair at herself in the mirror and stick her hand in her panties and fingered her pussy. She was only given three minutes to enjoy her fingers before she was to go sit back down. I knew this was just enough to get her hot, but not enough to get her off. Even though she was so frustrated that she told me that she was going to rape me over the phone several times.
When she landed I was there to greet her. She looked so beautiful, sexy, in a comfortable way. She was wearing jeans and a pull-over sweater so as to be comfortable on the plane on the long trip, but after all the ideals in my head, it was like watching her walk up to me stark naked.
We rode home together on the Metro, there wasn’t anything to catch up on as we had nightly updates as to each others lives over the phone. So the only thing on our minds was sex. The train was fairly crowded so we couldn’t do much fondling, but the load roar as the train passed through the underground tunnels did make it possible to have a private conversation. So she lowered her head and placed her lips close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath. It sent tingles down my spine as she spoke.
“I was so wet on the plane waiting to be an hour away from landing,” Sara said looking hungry.
“Were you a good girl and wait like you were told?” I replied.
“I was, then I went to the bathroom, and did just what you told me too.”
“I will make sure to remember that when I have you bend over my knee, spanking your ass.”
Her eyes wide with surprise, “But I did it exactly as you told me, only three minutes, I swear.”
“The swats on the ass are you reward, not you punishment.”
Sara smiled and pulled me closer, “You know me all too well.”
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