The anticipation really starts to build as I lock my flat door and head for the tube station. Although it will be well over ten hours before I arrive in New York, I’m on my way, and quietly smile to myself at the thought of the pleasures that await for me there.
The young girl at check-in must think I’m very odd, grinning from ear to ear as I hand her my passport and ticket.

Bouncing through security to Departures I waste some time wandering through the duty-free perfumes, smelling a few, but nothing matches the heady spicy scent packed in my luggage. Before long we’re boarding and heading along the enclosed walkway to the plane.

Settled into my seat I relax, allowing memories of the last time I made this journey to block out the noise of the aircraft’s engine and the loud couple behind me. There’s no one sitting next to me so I have the luxury of stretching my legs out under the thin blanket. I want to save every iota of energy and doze a little but my mind wanders and unsurprisingly my knickers become wet.

It seems slightly tacky to feel horny on the plane but I just can’t wait to see him. I consider going to the aircraft’s cramped toilet to gain some release from the tension. The blanket rubs between my legs as I move a little. I can feel him, closer, getting harder.
“Would you like a drink?” interrupts the stewardess, the red skirt suit unable to disguise her curves, generous toffee-coloured curls of hair brushing against the lapels of her jacket as she leans towards me.

I smile and shake my head, admiring the perfection of her immaculately glossed lips. Those lips smile back warmly as she turns and moves towards a set of passengers a few rows in front. I can’t wait for us to land and be in New York.
I try to distract myself by watching a movie for a while. I’ve missed the first half though and I’m constantly wondering if I’ve missed some important part of the plot.

I flick to the flight information screen and realise with excitement we’re almost there. Soon after, the ‘fasten your seatbelt’ sign comes on and we’re landing at JFK.

The practicality of getting from the airport to the hotel takes over and once through the tedious processing at customs I walk outside and hit a wall of hard, sharp shouting. I want the whole New York experience this visit so join the tourists and businessmen waiting for yellow cabs. Soon the wide streets of Queens become the thrilling skyscrapers of Manhattan.

We reach Greenwich Village and the art-deco boutique hotel I’ve booked as one of this weekend’s many treats. The glossy dark wood of Reception and the monochrome floor tiling kick starts my imagination and I feel like a 1930’s screen goddess as I go up the staircase to my room. Looking in the bathroom mirror, the reality of travelling for best part of a day and the fact I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt shatter the image in my head. I shower, then smooth creamy body moisturiser all over my legs, my stomach, my breasts and down again to my ass. I avoid the temptation to finger the wetness between my legs, I’m savouring this preparation.

I open my suitcase and pull out the purple cardboard box. The tissue paper rustles invitingly, revealing the extortionately priced silk underwear. Enveloped in the slippy fabric I view my reflection in the huge picture mirror on the wall. My nipples are hard and clearly visible through the camisole top. The large bow at the back of the knickers aches to be untied. My lips ache to be kissed. My pussy aches to filled. Not long now.

I spray perfume on my wrists and can’t resist a dramatic inhalation of the rich aroma simply for my own indulgence.

Half an hour later there’s a knock at the door. I can hardly walk across the room and I’m actually shaking as I turn the handle. We look at each other and smile broadly. He lays his bags on the floor and we’re together. We don’t need to speak. It’s incredible to see each other again. We move inside the room, murmuring softly, but excitedly, our hands and fingers shouting out a celebration of welcome.

There’s no lost time in re-acquaintance. I grab his shirt and quickly undo the buttons towards his belt and enjoy a first feel of the erection that’s already hard under his jeans. His cock is always delectable and arousing to me. He loosens the tie of my wrap, and runs his hands over the sleek skin of silk underwear appreciatively. I may as well be naked already. His tongue probes my mouth, exploring. He gently spanks my ass, discovers the fat bow and pulls the ribbons apart, delving in to sculpt the shape of my buttocks with his hands. His fingers reach round and find my slick c**t and a flash of electricity races through me. I unzip his jeans and for the first time since he walked into the room I speak comprehensibly. “Fuck me”.

“Oh, I will. I’m going to fuck you so hard, we’re not going to stop tonight,” his voice in exactly the same tone as he speaks to me on the ‘phone.
We move to the bed. He pulls down my knickers and starts to lick my wet pussy, occasionally flicking with his tongue. This is sheer heaven and I’m losing it already but determined to hold off just that bit longer.

I reach down and bring his head up towards me and we kiss deeply. I taste a trace of myself on his mouth. “Pick anything from my case, go on, please!” I whisper. He trails his hands up the outside of my thighs, waist, to crush my breasts and bring my nipples to red peaks. Giving me one more kiss he goes over to my case in the corner, looks through the contents for a moment and pulls out a black silk blindfold.

Returning to the bed he straddles me, teasing my clit with the head of his hard cock – almost entering me. “Why doesn’t he just fuck me right now?” I think. He feels the full length of the blindfold painfully slowly, then suddenly grabs hold of my wrists and roughly places my hands above my head. He ties the silk securely; I can’t move my arms at all. The expensive fabric caresses my skin and excites me. Instinctively he knows this and smiles as he kisses me again.

Without saying a word he eases himself lower down the bed and bites at my neck. I want to bring him closer to me but I can’t. I try to meet his rhythm. Each bite is a bolt, a jolt that takes me by surprise even though I know what he’s doing. They get stronger, deeper, then suddenly stop. I only have my legs free so start to use them. I rub the insides of my thighs on the outside of his, my need is urgent now. However, he’s feeling wicked and must know he can hold out a few minutes longer.

I’m not talking but the sounds I’m making are clearly pleading. I wrap my right leg around his waist towards his back. He takes hold of my ankle and gently bites and kisses all the way up the back of leg - up my calf muscle, behind my knee, my thigh. The sensations are incredible. I am so turned on this simple sensual act has me writhing on the bed, trying to release the binds above my head to take control. But he’s in control and knows what he wants too.

He reaches above my head and unties the silk. My hands immediately make a teasing trail from his shoulders, across his chest, then down to where his cock is bursting for release. He enters me so easily, sliding against my wet juices. I feel him completely inside me, and hold the moment in my head, capturing the intensity of the sensations as if with some kind of internal camera to experience and revisit again and again.

He starts to thrust sending thrilling spasms of delight all the way to my toes. I concentrate and meet his pace, knowing I’m close to coming I won’t last long like this. Our breathing is deep and hard and he kisses my shoulder as the first orgasm forces my mouth open wide in a silent scream.

We collapse deep into the bed then I reposition myself on all fours and he enters me from behind. He kneads my breasts, moving his hands down my body to circle my clit with his fingers. Feeling the urgency of his movements they push me over the edge a second time. I come again with a strength that has tremors shaking my body. A moment later he tightens and releases hotly into my still pulsating pussy.

He holds me as my breathing settles. I feel overcome, ecstatic and above all reckless. I can’t wait to explore New York further.