The day she was about to arrive. I was waiting for her at the airport. She came out and gave me a tight hug. I was really happy to see her.We sat at t...e airport and spoke for some time. Then we decided to go get some dinner. As we were walking to the airport parking, it was pitch dark and not many people were around. I opened the door for her and she got in. As I got in she turned my face towards her and planted a kiss on my lips.I was dumbstruck. She felt a bit embarrassed and turned away from. She stepped out and went to the cashier and we left with bags in tow. She asked if I like to come over for a drink at her place and I accepted another one of her invites.I followed her to her apartment and once inside she made us a couple of drinks. She told me she wanted to get into something a little more comfortable and disappeared into her bedroom. I a few minutes she stepped out in a very sexy laces outfit that for sure left nothing for the imagination. I could see her small but hard. Kneeling in front of her with my arms crossed over her tights, I just watched her every move. She panted and shuddered, recovering from the struggle, the fight, her orgasm, and from all the shame that she must have felt."Are you ok?" I asked, almost a whisper.She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes, and they were teary. She looked at me with a serious face and then said, "I'll wet your chair..."I grinned, "I don't care about the chair or the carpet."Do you care about me?" She asked, a. She gasped! It sucked the breath right out of her, no warning, nor tender kisses shared. He didn’t even rub her clit or care if she was even wet or not. Not that the latter mattered much since he knew her body and she knew she was immediately in a state of arousal. Fuck, it was like he was Pavlov and she was the bitch panting whenever she heard his voice or felt his presence. Shit, he could be outside tending to his rose bushes, and she inside the house and if he even called her name to ask her.