I knew what he looked like by only one picture and he had seen a few of me, including some risqué ones.Our eyes connected and I knew, instantly it wa... him. His face broke out into a large, warm smile and he stood up from the barstool he had been sitting on. I walked toward him, feeling I was walking in slow motion; ever conscious of his eyes on me from my head to my toes and all the curves in between. I had worn a skirt, because I knew he had an affinity for my ass. The skirt was a short, black. We were cleared to taxi to the runway for immediate takeoff, and were wheels up by eight ten. I told Wanda, “We’re going to pick up an hour, so we’ll be there by about nine forty-five, local time.”Wanda said, “It’s so cool to fly this bird. Going six hundred miles per hour sure cuts down the travel time.”I told Wanda, “The weather shows that we’re good all the way through without getting into the jetstream or any headwinds.”Sharon came up, sat in the jump seat, and asked, “Can I make some. Then she bent her face over mine and paused. I waited, held my breath, while I could see her jaw working, collecting her saliva. Then her lips parted, and a huge dollop of spittle dripped over her lower lip, getting longer and longer, until the connection became too thin and snapped, and it plunged into my waiting mouth. “God, that’s so sexy,” she whispered and trailed a finger tip over my extended tongue. It came to rest on the tip of my tongue, with soft pressure, she guided it back into my. We stopped at the drug store on the way home and filled the prescription. "I'm glad you came to me about this, Dawn but I don't think we need to tell your dad." I smiled. The next day, Dirk was waiting for me. I told him that I did not want to see him any more. "Your mind may be saying no, Dawn but I bet your pussy is saying yes. Get in the car." I thought for a minute and then opened the car door. He drove to the same field as before. Again we stripped and got on the blanket. Again I.