A meeting

I pull up to the train station, scanning the crowds, looking, longing. The butterfly's still fresh in my stomach as my nerves attempt to catch up with the reality of the moment. She must have seen my truck coming, because she is staring straight at me as I finally spot her in the crowd. I move past her to an open area on the side and jump out to meet her walking my way. Her smile is intoxicating as she glides towards me. Her legs bared by her skirt and heals creating smooth lines up. My gaze continues up her body to a low cut shirt that shows just enough cleavage to be sexy. Her hair is unbound, falling to her shoulders and bounces as she walks. Absolutely radiant.

We come together, she drops her bag as I reach out and wrap my arms around her, crushing my weight against her and inhaling her scent. I pull back just enough to lean down to her lips, laying the softest of kisses on them. She returns it with same tenderness. I pick up her bag and lead her to the truck, opening the door for her, I help her up and put her bag in the back. My heart is still pounding in my chest, that this moment has actually arrived, the wait seemed like forever. I climb into the truck and we head out. I can't stop looking over at her, she is actually sitting right next to me. She leans over to my side and runs one hand up the back of my neck, just resting it there, enjoying the connection, before she leans in to lay those soft lips on the bare skin of my neck. It sends a shudder down my back.

She gives me a smirk and leans back, as comfortable as can be. That smirk becomes a sly smile as she stares at me. I can't stop looking at her, and she knows it. The knowing look and smile brighten every time I glance at her. Out on the highway now, I'm looking even more, my gaze running up her legs. She runs a hand up her leg, lifting her skirt higher. She says she has surprise for me. Leaning back, shifting her back to the door, she plants her right foot on the floor and her left she brings up to the armrest next to me. Hiking her skirt higher, I see what is obviously a freshly shaved pussy. Now that is a beautiful sight. She brings a finger to her clit, rubbing slowly, running it down between her lips, coating it with her sex. She then sits up and brings that finger to my mouth as she whispers, taste me, into my ear. I do, savoring the sweetness. Do you like it, she ask.
Like she has to ask.
Yes.

I want to taste more, I tell her. She leans back again, letting me see clearly just how smooth she is. She spreads her lips with one hand while the other delves in with two fingers, no resistance at all. She keeps working those fingers in and out, a sheen stands out clearly every time they withdraw. Are you ready for more she ask. Yes. Bringing her fingers back to my lips, I get her aroma full in my nostrils, as those digits disappear into my mouth. Her heady scent, sweet taste, and swirling perfume creating a whirlwind of eroticism in the cab of my truck.

She can't help but notice the effect she's having on me.