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Back To Me Now

by CKing
© July 2000

So, we’d been here before. Mary and I. Her required trips during the Christmas holidays and summers. My requirement to just stay home and wait. We’d been beyond miserable all summer with this very last part of her contract for work before she could relocate here for good. My job and kid stuff didn’t allow me to even get to Europe this time, this summer either, and I was more pissed. Through the last several weeks, the beautiful digital pictures she sent me of all she was doing just made me crazier. Her 33 year old figure. Her blue piercing Nordic eyes and Scandinavian silken blonde hair. The way she smiled at me through the pictures and the bronze smooth skin showing there at the edges of her white T-shirt or festive holiday attire. Being apart from her and not being able to hold her close had definitely been creating it’s own havoc here! Our phone conversations were even more obnoxious but I did think our obscenities kept us a little more sane, if not tolerable.

Mary was finally coming home. Scheduled for Friday evening, plane in by 10:00 PM, August 4th. Because of storms and layovers at the beginning of her trip in May that delayed her arrival more then 48 hours stuck in Detroit I was already planning my vengeance on the airlines if they screwed up again. I still would plan accordingly for her return on time.

See, I’ve always been kind of a wild nut. And for what my darling has put me through with her travels, I’m entitled. Being the more aggressive going on 40 year old with a bunch of kids, a jerk for an ex-husband and two lady ex’s in the mix and only wanting domestic bliss, I’ve had to be creative along the way to keep things survivable and even worth it. Mary still wants me anyway and all I try to do is be sure she is maximally satisfied. Don’t let the jerk ex’s or the kids fool you. I’m the one that wants to be naked and play all day. Because I’m a sex maniac, at 40 I’m still in shape. Just under 5’3”, back down to 125 lb. of bike riding, roller balding, dancing mamma that doesn’t even want to grow up. Try to not picture so much the Sunday School teacher, PTA mom thing. So I plotted Mary’s return.

Each time I’d talked to her these last few weeks, it made my plans change a bit more. My lust for her. How her voice effected me. Telling me of her desires for me. All those things I wanted to do to her flashed before me constantly. I needed to just show her right from the time she stepped off the plane that I meant business. Finally the missing each other part would be over. And besides.... it would be so funny just to really do it.

Friday, August 4th, she leaves me a message while I’m at work. “I’m in Amsterdam, baby. I’m on my way home,” Mary says into my machine.

The clock goes backwards sort of from that side of the world so I knew I still had enough time. I smiled and started to check the items off of my list. Stocked refrigerator. Candles by the bed. Chilled bottle of wine in the cooler next to the bed. Glasses. Her favorite toy beneath the pillow. I was smiling to myself.

Friday, August 4, 7:30 PM: I had eaten a light dinner of grilled chicken and fresh squash. I showered and shaved paying particular attention to shaving myself smooth beneath my arms, my legs, along my panty line and the distinct edges of my dark bush. Dressing, I thought more of Mary’s return. Slowly, watching myself in the mirror, I pulled on lace stockings and clipped them precisely to the black lace garter hanging from my waist. Crotchless. No underwear. Garters. The air from my window conditioner made me quiver. I slipped into white heels and pulled on a shear blue flowered sun dress that zipped all the way up the front. No bra. Just still picturing Mary in my mind, naked. I drank a beer then and made a cheer to her. I knew she would be landing in Detroit and transferring and would be here soon. I slipped on my light raincoat just to cover me. I slipped the handcuffs into my right pocket. The key in the left. I draped a long silken brown scarf around my neck and put a small leather crop far up into my left sleeve. I set off for the airport to get her.

Friday, August 4, 9:00 PM: I needed several beers so I headed for the nearest bar closest to her gate after clearing security with all of my carefully chosen non-metal leather accessories. I had thrown the handcuffs in the bin with my jumble of car keys attached, the lone single key from my pocket and a small cigarette case that had a side pocket for my drivers license and several 20’s without looking up at the guard screening our wares. I made it beyond the walk through devices without a beep or having to be “personally scanned”. I was going to be there the minute she stepped from customs with those handcuffs and Mary would have no time to say otherwise.

My beers tasted better as I sat nervously waiting. I re-organized my pockets and separated my keys from the handcuffs. Fidgeting in my high heels and adjusting the cinch on my raincoat, here, in the middle of the summer with near a single chance for rain in the forecast. The waitress smiled at me as they announced Mary’s incoming flight. I was grinning as I finished my beer and then went down to wait for her outside the international customs check point. It was more out of my own frustration to have had to be apart from her again and even for so long. But I just wanted to shake her up. Show her that I meant business. That it really did make me crazy to miss her so much.

Friday, August 4, 10:48 PM: I spotted her placing her bags on the last conveyor belt coming through customs. She looked so tired from your flight but to me so wonderful still. Mary hadn’t seen me yet . I continued to watch her collect her bags and walk on through the corridor. I’d planned this for so long and I wanted her so much that for that very moment I just was frozen in awe. Wanting her to be mine. Without much regard of the consequences but trying to keep it low profile I began my move. I pulled the cuffs from my pocket and swung in behind her left arm from behind a support pillar and clicked the handcuff around her left wrist before she could turn to see it was me. I clipped the other handcuff soundly to my own right wrist.

Mary turned to me. “Oh, baby”, she muttered. Looking around her and feeling me close to her, Mary pulled her arm up noticing quickly the real hand cuff.

Slowly I pulled out the crop from my sleeve. “To the bathroom, my babe”, I ordered quietly yet distinctly into her ear.

Mary looked again at me somewhat puzzled and looked about her again. We were beginning to draw a crowd with the handcuffs and leather crop. “Into the bathroom now, I said”, I growled as seductively as I could.

Frozen almost for the moment Mary snapped out of it and almost smiled sweetly. Pulling me hard, she turned and stomped into the nearby bathroom. She doesn’t like crowds.

“You said you wouldn’t do this. What is this?” Mary demanded as she pulled me into the nearest stall by my handcuffed arm.

I waited until she’d dropped her bags and pulled me up against the wall. “You made me crazy,” I whispered to her.

Mary was gazing into my eyes with her hand holding mine despite the cold metal attaching us. She kissed into me deeply. Lightly I rested the leather crop atop her right shoulder.

“I just needed you so badly that I wanted you to know I couldn’t wait. I want you now,” I said to her as I opened my coat.

Pulling the daisy flower zipper all the way down, I watched her mouth gape open as my dress fell off to expose my bare breasts, the garters and my fiery bushy mound. Mary moaned. Then looking up at me said, “But why not at home. Let’s go home, baby.”

I leaned into her and kissed her while my body pressed up against her, ignoring her plea. Taking the crop and popping her lightly on the arm I got Mary’s attention. “Now, baby, you’ve made me wait too long. Right now, you’re going to fuck me and kiss me and suck me. Right now Mary!” I said in a voice that probably wasn’t mine.

Madly, I kissed into her and tore at her shirt and opened her pants. With fevered kisses and moans I really couldn’t wait and grabbed her free hand and jammed it up between my legs. Pushing it down just once and up again as two of her fingers dipped into me. Kissing her, licking her, Mary had no choice, her own body now shaking and needing to touch me. Her fingers drove in to those familiar spots. Deeper and pumping inside me. My other arm stretched up the wall clanking the handcuffs as Mary pressed harder into me. “Oh, baby” I moaned.

Mary kissed and fucked me until she got me just on the edge of exploding. Pulling her hand from me as I gasped in air, Mary fell to one knee and buried her face in my cunt. I raised my leg further and rested my heel atop the back of the commode. Dragging my arm down with hers, she pulled my butt tighter in towards her grasp.

Mary’s tongue plunged deep and hard and quickly into my oozing box. The explosions began as rushes of orgasms rang through me. Sucking my juices, Mary’s sounds were muffled by the ringing in my ears and the tingles shooting inside me. I pulled at her hair and made her stop for a second pressed hard inside me. I came in a gush as she groaned and sucked gently at my flow. Smiling, I looked down at Mary’s head as she contentedly grazed on me. Tapping her shoulder with the crop I whispered, “Baby. Now lets go home for more.”

She smiled up at me, her face wet and shining but then buried her head again between my legs. “More, more,” she moaned in between plunging her tongue inside me.

I raised up my arm pulling hers up from the handcuff. “Oh, I love you,” I said to Mary as I held her and kissed her. I tugged my dress up around my shoulders and pulled the raincoat more into place. Reaching for the key to the handcuffs, Mary zipped up my dress.

As she smiled at me while roaming a hand back under my dress towards my crotch, I popped her lightly again with the crop.

We were startled a bit by a loud banging on the outer rest room door. “Anybody in here?” someone called into the rest room. “Need to close for routine service,” came the voice.

“We’ll be right out,” I called out loudly.

Mary and I giggled as I unlocked my wrist from the handcuff. We scrambled and got as presentable as possible. I cinched my raincoat up tight and put my leather crop back up my sleeve. I leaned over and kissed Mary sweetly then removed the pair of handcuffs dangling from her arm. I took the long silken scarf from around my neck, one of Mary’s favorite “toys”, and draped it lovingly around hers.

“You are crazy, you know that,” Mary said just looking so sincerely at me, “but that is why I love you so much.”

“Come on,” she continued, “let’s get home so I can really get my hands on those garters!” We walked out of the bathroom and past the several maintenance people waiting to close off the bathroom for service. We walked past the desk where I had asked for flight information earlier and walked past the bar where I had drank beers and waited on the plane. Holding hands and walking closely together, we both smiled in our numbness. Glowing with love to be together again.

Friday, August 4, 11:52 PM: After getting her bags, loading the car and paying the parking, we were finally on our way home. I had turned to Mary and pulled her chin around to face me. “See, look at the time, you made me crazy while you were gone and I couldn’t possibly have waited,” I said with a bit of a pout. Then I kissed her and drove the car on.

“A whip, handcuffs and garters. Oh, master.... you spoil me!” Mary said grinning. “I’ll never be gone like this again,” she continued, “because you might do something even crazier and I don’t know if I’d survive it! But now, I am back. For good.”

We kissed at the next red light and held hands until we pulled into the driveway home.