Long Distance relationships involve a lot of waiting, longing and driving. This was only my fourth visit in 6 months, and I was missing my man. As the highway stripes went rolling by I started planning EXACTLY how I was going to greet my man after a long 'dry' season. I knock on the door and smile dreamily as I wait for him to answer my summons. I listen to his greeting and gaze into his eyes. We have a lot to say to each other, but for now I say absolutely nothing. I step inside just far enough to close the door, then grab him by the collar, spin him around, and pin him against the wall. I enjoy the look of surprise on his face, but still refuse to speak.

Dropping my overnight bag and pushing it out of the way with the spiked heel of my sandal, I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a passionate kiss. He doesn't sink into it and I know his head is still spinning with my unexpected behavior.

He starts to say something, but I just silence him with my tongue and begin unbuttoning his shirt. When the first three buttons are open I slide it off his shoulders, trapping his arms at his side. My lips leave his and I tongue my way down his adam's apple and over to his right ear. Nipping with my teeth now I continue to keep his arms at his side while I taste and tickle my way around his neck. Suddenly I take one quick sharp bite.

His groan gives me the satisfaction I was looking for. I finally utter the first words of the evening, "Hi honey, how was your day?" I ask with unconcerned sweetness, like we were talking about the weather. Quickly, while my hands lower to his belt buckle, my lips return to his mouth, not allowing him to answer my non-question. I gaze deep into his eyes as my long red tipped fingernails lower his zipper, and then slide the jeans down off of his hips. There is a look of wonder in his eyes as my mouth leaves his to travel a path down his chest. I undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, freeing his arms and he buries his hands deep in my thick dark hair, guiding my head ever lower. I circle his navel with my tongue as he lifts his ankles, one a time, for me to completely remove the rest of his clothing. I've been inside the door less than five minutes and he's already naked with his magnificent manhood standing at erect attention. I sink to my knees, and rest my thighs back on my spike heels. I know the picture I must present from his vantage point. My dress has fallen most of the way off of my shoulder and the rosy nipple of my right breast is peeking up at him. I can feel it standing erect, begging for attention. But this moment isn't about me, so I ignore my own wants for now and scratch the nails of both hands across the back of his thighs, bringing him quickly and deeply into my mouth without ever having touched his sex. I look up at him, hoping to make eye contact as I suck him slowly, drawing him in and out of my mouth, but he's beyond making any eye contact.

His own head is thrown back, resting against the wall with both hands splayed out to support himself. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. It's a great visual pleasure for me and I smile around the mouthful, just knowing that I am succeeding in giving him a greeting he won't soon forget. Soon his hands are buried in my hair again as he guides my head up and down on his shaft and he begins making those noises that I know and love so well. I suffer through a momentary dilemma as my own sex thrums between my legs, weeping for attention of it's own. I want him deep inside of me right now, and it's difficult for me to sacrifice that luscious hard on in my throat instead of between my legs. I know that if I lay back on the floor right now, and hike up my skirts he would be only to happy to oblige me and plunge deep inside of me. But right now in this moment, I know he is hoping with every fiber of his being that I will keep the rhythm with my tongue and my lips and bring him to climax. It was no contest really, we had the whole weekend and I knew my own turn would 'come', so I was more than happy to continue at his pleasure.

With no warning I dig my fingernails into he bare soft place, and spear him deeply into my throat. This earns me a real scream and then he tightens and stills as the hot liquid he's been saving for me shoots deeply into my mouth. He groans again as I stop my ministrations long enough to swallow, but then continue on in the rhythm he is setting by the strength of both of his hands now digging deeply into my skull. When I've swallowed the last drop, I remove his length from mouth and give him a final devious swipe of my tongue as I finally allow him to slide down the wall and sit. His head falls foward onto his knees, and I can see that his legs are still shaking as he takes a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

I sit there with him, watching and smiling, and feeling like the cat who just swallowed the cream. Wait a minute! I was, and I did, and I knew this was going to be a great visit.