The flight was good, if long. Anticipation will do that, I’ve found. It was a long wait – June to September. Usually, the summer flies for me. Work, coupled with the enjoyment of the good weather on the weekend, makes the weeks run by quickly. Not this summer, however. Kitty and I had been talking for these summer months, and the love had quickly grown. Nights spent alone with one another on the phone, sharing intimacy, caring, and laughter. Days spent talking over email, in chats, sending cards and letters. We’d decided that September would be the best time for me to come visit, and then spent the time between wishing the days would move faster.

Move they did – slowly. But, eventually, the time passed, and here I was - walking through O’Hare airport toward baggage claim.

Walking out of the terminal, bag in hand, I spotted her, waving to me. She stood on the running board of her car, looking over the roof at me, grinning. I could feel the joy and excitement radiating off her from here, and I quickened my pace, my own grin spreading across my face. She slid into the car as I approached, and as I stowed my bag in the back, I removed my glasses, knowing they’d only get in the way. I slid into the car, and she attacked me. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and her mouth found mine. We kissed as if we wanted to swallow one another whole – hard, passionate kisses, mouths together, then apart, gasping, then together again. Tongues flick, touching and tasting, hands roam, finding a breast, a bicep, and the nape of a neck.

We were shocked out of our embrace by a banging on the window. A cop, slight smile on his face, motioned us to move along. I looked at her, watching her face quickly turning red as we begin to move. My grin started again.

She laughed at that, and my hand moved to her thigh, rubbing. She exhaled sharply, and gave me a quick glance.

“I TOLD you I was gonna see how good a driver you are, Kitty,” I said, as my hand slowly moved upward, and in.

Her breathing quickened as my fingers slid under the skirt she wore for me. I saw her knuckles tighten on the wheel, and she moaned as my fingers caressed her for the first time.

I parted her lips gently, and stroked the pad of my finger along her sex, from bottom to top, feeling the wetness coat my skin. Feeling her clit start to peek out, I circled it slowly, “accidentally” brushing it now and again. Kitty’s moans grew louder, and her hips started to lift to meet my finger.

“Careful, baby girl,” I said, looking at traffic. “We don’t want to get into an accident…”

“Oh, no, baby – I’m gonna make you cum first.” I chuckled deeply, which I knew she loved. She thinks I have a sexy laugh, and I use it often, simply because she likes to hear it.

Kitty groaned, and tried to concentrate on the road. My finger moved slowly downward, and slid into her. A small gasp escaped her lips as I entered, and I felt her muscles grip my finger as I stroked her.

In and out, over and again I slipped through her, stroking upward, using