Intoxication

An eBook By Lizbeth Dusseau.

That night, Walker's suggestion was definitely an order. He wanted me in the trench coat and my underwear, meeting him at the airport with arms spread, opening the coat wide and flinging my half-naked body at him. Good thing I have the body style that looks attractive in the nude. Nice even tan, flat stomach, round hips and ass, and just slightly augmented breasts (the boob job was Walker's idea, too, and one of my most recent whims), just enough so that my breasts bounce heavily, retaining a natural texture and voluminous soft shape. My brown aureoles are large, but the nipples inside them are tiny-even erect. A year before Walker arrived in my life, I had the left one pierced with a tiny ring, just large enough to alarm any man who happened to see it.

I was only slightly leery of going through with Walker's plan. But it was late, past midnight, and the passengers at LAX would be like zombies at that hour. If they did see anything, my lace-covered tits and thong bikini would make good fodder for the next day's water cooler gossip.

I played Walker's tramp, giggling as I parked his Audi in short-term and made my way to the United Airlines terminal, clicking my heels on the linoleum creating a small stir in the lonely airport. Those who looked my way saw just my legs and face, which was all that was showing at that point. They could probably imagine the rest, wondering what lucky guy was getting his fantasy come to life by this sexy blonde-haired tease. My make-up was particularly dark, my eyes shadowed in plum, my intent that sultry, overstated look that shouts Bimbo whether its walking up the street or sits beckoningly on some barstool. I swished my naked derriere inside the coat, letting the feel of it tickle me all the way to my silk-covered crotch. My pussy was hairless, a fact that anyone that night who had the good fortune to watch would notice once I opened the coat. The thong was see-through mesh and transparent enough to display the small forward cleft where my labia came together and the pink tips of my inner lips peek out.

I moved on my seemingly endless journey to Walker's gate, building nervous excitement with each step. I was just in time to see the first passengers self-importantly bullying their way up the corridor toward the tiny crowd of waiting friends. Walker was the near the end, having waited for the rest to disembark. He didn't like crowds, getting bumped and shoved, or touched by anyone without his permission. Spotting my slightly graying boyfriend's very neatly combed hairline, I moved forward, untying the sash around my waist, tossing my arms open wide, and greeting him in the appropriate attire, pressing my scantily clad torso against his muscle. The coat fell away at the sides so that my profile was nearly nude. Walker's hardening dick pressed against my thigh; and I wiggled my pussy into the lush warmth. We stayed clenched and easily writhing for a good thirty seconds before we parted, enough time to let the remaining passengers pass us by. My coat was wrapped around my body seconds after we pulled apart-embarrassment finally creeping up my face with a pale pink blush. My assignment had been completed in good form, and I was filled with triumph and excitement as I took Walker's hand and we made our way to the baggage claim.

In short-term parking, I gave him the blowjob he demanded. His penis was incensed-too many days without a decent target. I counted on Walker's faithfulness the way I counted on the sun to rise. (He wouldn't screw anyone behind my back-in front of me, maybe, but not behind my back. Cheating would be a blot on his lilywhite character.) You'd think my boyfriend could have waited until we were actually in the car, but Walker wanted a demonstration of my sexual willingness as soon as we were in the vicinity of the Audi. His hands were all over me, searching for my skin like heat-seeking missiles, quickly tearing away the sash and opening the trench coat so that it nearly fell off my shoulders. I was horny, too. Must have been. This much exhibitionist exposure wasn't normal for me. He pushed me to my knees, where my mouth covered his prick, lapping pre-cum and smiling as he twisted his fingers through my blonde curls and peered down at my face with a look of totally absent bliss. Enough sucking, he picked me up, tossed me around and over the trunk of the Audi, where I spread my legs and pulled away the thong. Walker speared my cunt with a spike the size of my favorite dildo...

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