Memory Lane - Welcome Home My Love

Several years ago I had a torrid relationship with an Englishman. We met online as pen pals and after many email exchanges and phone conversations found that we'd become quite enamoured of one another. Because he had an internet type of business, he could work anywhere. Since he wasn't a citizen here, he was forced to divide his time between England and the States. Three months here, three months there, and so on. For three months life was heavenly, for three months it was as if time crawled and life was one long angonizing tease. So the cycle would continue.

Our relationship was ... intense. That's the only word that I can think of that comes close to describing the fire that burned between us. At the time, my only concept of D/s were those whip wielding leather clad Dominatrixes - something I knew I certainly was not. Yet.. he was very laid back, I.. well I was quite adventurous and a bit demanding to put it mildly. I loved catching him off guard, controlling his excitement, and knowing that I could quite literally get him to do anything I wanted.

On the day of his first return trip, I was excited on so many levels. Three months, after all, is a long time to ache for the touch of one's lover. I decided I would make his welcome home as exciting as possible so I drove to the airport and after reaching the area where he'd disembark from the plane, I stepped into the restroom and slipped out of the dress I was wearing. Underneath lay a body covered only by a black lace bra, black lace panties, black garters and stockings, and 4" black pumps. I slipped my dress down inside a shopping bag and donned a long brown coat - carefully holding it closed to shield my scantily clad body.

I stood waiting for him to arrive, wondering how he would react since in the past he'd been a bit reserved in public. Soon they announced the arrival of his flight. I scanned the faces of each person stepping off the plane, aching to see his face. There he was! My heart almost stopped. Oh how I adored this man.

His smile was a mile wide as he strode quickly to me, but it faded as I held my hand out and told him to wait. Puzzled, he followed my direction - moving as instructed to stand with his back against a solid wall in the airport hallway.

I stood before him and slowly pulled my coat open. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly glancing around to determine if anyone else could see his lady. Satisfied they could not, he smile and whispered "God you are wicked", all the while allowing his eyes to rove over my familiar curves. Stepping forward I pressed against him, cradling his face in mine, lips brushing his while whispering the words I'd been waiting three months to say.

"Welcome home, my love."

He moaned and slipped his hands inside my coat, caressing my curves for a few moments before realizing where we were.

"How far away is that bloody hotel?" he growled.

I smiled to myself as I led the way, wondering how he would feel about some of the "activities" I had planned...

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Thanks to my very special friend for sharing the above photo. You are a wonderful photographer and I am so pleased that you would allow me to use your work here on my blog.