Back home...

We had to rush to the airport since I slept late. I quickly breezed through security. Then waited to board the plane. The flight was full and I was sure they were going to hand search my carry on. Nope, walked right on the plane. I need to plan this more often, since when I don’t really want them to search, they search, and we I do, they don’t. All those embarrassing things, and no one to embarrass. The flight was bad. Turbulence started right when they start handing out the snacks and drinks and didn’t stop. In fact, it kept getting worse. I tried to sleep, but soon got really nauseous. I couldn’t wait to get on the ground and get rid of the headache. K came to pick me up at the airport. What I didn’t know was that she went out and bought a new trench coat earlier. When I got to her car, she was wearing her new trench coat, buttoned all the way up. I couldn’t see what was under it. By the time we got to the tollbooth to exit the airport, I could barely contain my curiosity. As soon as we pulled on the highway, I was checking under the trench coat. She was wearing a sexy corset, garter belt, stockings, and a cute little g-string. All the way home I gently caressed her, but had to restrain myself. After torturing me in the car, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. When we got home neither could she. She wouldn’t let me take any of her beautiful cloths off. She then begged to be tied up and how could I refuse. It had been a long weekend and we both needed some fun. I tortured her until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then removed her from the bonds and gently removed the beautiful outfit. It had done its job well. We continued to play with each other for a couple of hours. Exhausted, elated, and sans headache, I still had to drive to Shreveport. I really hated leaving and left really late. I wonder why?