moves with increasing speed toward the ground, a bad storm.
We take the shuttle to the terminal, collect Daniels one bag from the carousel, a bashed up old canvas army holdall, with a skull and crossbones spray stencilled on the side in black, and an eagle and shipwreck motif finely embroidered on the other side. Daniel slings the bag effortlessly over his shoulder, I notice how the muscle bundles stretch in his forearm beneath the tattoos, and decide I like that too. A strong man, bet he could unload a palette of hay in no time, fuck me twice and then start on the bedding palette to. While he’s arranging himself my work phone buzzes, note to self, turn that bloody buzzing off!
NH: “Hi Tharie, its Newton, Daniels phone is still off, please tell him to switch it back on, he likes to keep in touch” I bet, control freak!
TC: “Done Newton, thank you” he is very nice, must remember to get him back stage passes to Henry's show, I promised.
NH: “Humvee is waiting, please tell him.” of course.
Daniel looks at his phone several times, it has no signal, odd, he switches it on and off, that fixes it and several texts vibrate their way into his handset. “Car” is all he says to his phone. Daniel rakes back in place the stray strands of inky blackness that’s his wet hair, his tattooed fingers strain against the tangle to tame it. This man, he so incredibly handsome, and he’s here with me.
Note to self, make the most of this time. Tick.
He takes my hand which sends a bolt of pleasure through my body, he has claimed me, and I like it. Holding onto him is so intimate, and I begin to ache for more. I fight the tiredness I feel, and respond by following him willingly as if he’s leading me by a rope outside into the crazy weather.
No bus for us, Daniel has organised a car, a Humvee, its giant crouched to the ground predator shape in matte black, we bundle ourselves in and close the doors against the turmoil of weather outside.
He clings onto my hand as we drive toward the city centre, darkening wet and tall with Blade-Runner neon signage’s everywhere, a grey backdrop, I find this intense, I could imagine this beautiful man is mine, well he is for the next two days.
TC: “Babes, in your homeland, its bloody raining again.” Her grandparents lived here I think.
PF: “Where? Sidcup?” Very funny, they lived there too.
TC: “Back at the weekend, see you then” can’t wait, I have lots to tell her don’t I?
PF: “Hope you packed sensibly Tharie?” She means lingerie.
TC: “I could be a door to door salesman for Victoria Secrets!” And I can’t wait to try them all out.
I finish my texting and put my phone away.
“How long to the city?” I ask knowing full well the answer.
“About 45minutes, depending on traffic.” I shift in my seat looking at Daniel, he looks at me surprised, then at the tinted glass partition that blocks us from our driver, did he arrange for that too? I remove my knickers from under my skirt and leave them in a heap on the floor with a showgirl flourish. (I don't really know how showgirls flourish, but I do my best), Daniels pupils dilate surprise. Well, I’m full of surprises.
I unclip my seatbelt, pull myself up onto my knees and kiss him tenderly on the lips, “what are you doing?” A passionate longing kiss that lasts ages, does he really need to ask me that again!
“I, am going to fuck you.” He has pulled the jersey of my top down to my waist, and his hand is working my nipple over my bra. It makes me grit my teeth. I move to straddle his legs, kissing his smiling mouth, and undo his jeans as our car pulls out into the traffic. I slowly slide my hands into the denim, under his pants and there I find a throbbing hard cock waiting for me, he closes his eyes and hums quietly to himself. Working quickly I free his penis, standing tall amongst the denim I lick my lips and kiss him once again. I grab the end of the thick shaft and press it to my cunt moaning in delight, then I move it up and down over my clit teasing and wetting myself and him.
I move onto him in desperation because I want him inside me right now, I let the