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Syd parked herself near the indicated exit and tried not to look nervous. It had been six months since she had seen Kevin and her head was filled with punishing self-doubts. Chief among them was the fear that he would clap eyes on her and get right back on the plane, keeping that wide ocean between them.
Knock it off, she scolded herself. It will be fine, but her heart pounded as she scanned the faces of the folks trickling out from customs. What if he looked totally different from how she remembered? It’s not as if Syd hadn’t made sure to capture only her best side in her Facebook profile photos.
What if the magic’s not there?
As if in answer her doubts, Kevin stepped out from the parted doors and looked around expectantly. In the seconds it took to drink him in, a grin leapt to her lips, matching the bound her heart took. He was so lovely!
“Kevin!” she yelled, desperately waving a hand as she trotted over toward him. To her surprise, he dropped the red duffel bag he was carrying and swept her into a very dramatic swooning kiss, from which they both rose laughing and pink-faced.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” Kevin apologized, his gaze searching her face to be sure it was all right. “I’ve had six hours to think about having you in my arms again. A bit embarrassing at times,” he added with a rough whisper and another quick kiss.
Syd could hardly breathe, she was so excited. The instant his lips met hers she had felt the sure surge, that hot wetness of creamy delight. “I hate to tell you that we have to take a shuttle back to Grand Central before we can get to the hotel.”
“Maybe it will be empty and we can sit in the back and snog,” Kevin said, tickling her cheek with his stubble, pressing his teeth gently into her earlobe and making her even more wet. Oh god, this was going to be a long bus ride!
But it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Kevin was eager to tell Syd about the interview that brought him over. Not only had it been a good excuse to see her again, but quite a coup for a journalist better known in the blogosphere than in the paper editions. But the elusive artist he would be profiling had seen and read some of his clips and declared him “adequate,” as Kevin told her with that lopsided grin she first fell for back in that dark pub in Newcastle.
“If I can get her to open up to me,” he continued, his hand resting comfortably on Syd’s thigh, “Get her to talk about her technique, her influences, her love affairs, we’re going to sell a lot of papers and my reputation will be made.”
“That would be great,” Syd agreed, admiring his profile and the way the hair whorled down the open neck of his shirt. She could hardly wait to tear that shirt off him. With difficulty, she tried to keep her thoughts on his words.
Kevin was on to her, though. “You’re undressing me in your mind, aren’t you? You naughty big city woman, taking advantage of a poor lad from the provinces. I’m helpless before your feminine wiles.” Kevin leaned over and kissed her, gradually parting her lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth as Syd melted. He let his hand drift from her thigh to the crotch of her khaki pants and made little swirls with his finger, before letting it dart down between her legs and making her gasp.
“Kevin,” she whispered, grinning. “Stop it!”
He grinned and moved his hand back to her thigh. “I can’t help it. Six months of wanting to feel you, be inside you, hear your laugh in my ear, hear your voice without the intercession of Skype.” Kevin leaned forward to speak directly into her ear. “Feel how much I want you right now.”
Syd glanced around them. There was an elderly couple two rows ahead of them, sitting silently side by side, but facing the front of the bus. Giggling, she reached for the front of his jeans. Oh my, yes he was ready for her. Feeling the bulge in his trousers made her own panties wetter. Syd thought she might be able to come just by leaning forward a little in the seat.
Emboldened, she reached for his zipper and surreptitiously began to lower it. “Hey,” Kevin said, but his eyes were looking heavy with desire, wanting to close. His mouth was open and she could feel his breathing speed up.
“Going commando, I see,” she whispered, slipping her hand between the lips of the zipper and reaching for his pulsating erection. He groaned and Syd saw the elderly woman’s head twitch around and bit her lip to hide a grin. She let her fingers tickle up and down the length of his cock, pulling at a curl of hairs before tracing the veins back up to the trembling head. Its heat warmed her fingers and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
Before she knew it, the bus was pulling up with a squeal of tires outside Grand Central. Hastily she withdrew her hand from Kevin’s trousers, making him groan with frustration this time even as he hastily zipped himself, pulling his shirttails out to better mask his excitement.
Hand in hand they crossed the few blocks to the little hotel hidden away so near the big terminal. Syd had checked in that afternoon, preparing the room with a little incense, some snacks and a now well-chilled bottle of champagne.
“Well done,” Kevin said, tossing his bag down and wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace as the door closed behind them. “Do you know how much I’ve been frustrated, being so far away even as you fill my eyes with your gorgeous image and your beautiful and stirring words?” He ground his hips into her with a laugh, just to be sure she could still feel his stiffness.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” Syd said, before thrusting her tongue into his mouth and running her hands under his shirt. “I have longed so much for your touch. Yet I was afraid when you saw me that all the magic would be gone.”
“Trust me,” Kevin said, lifting her blouse over her head and cupping her breasts in his hand, sighing happily. “The magic did not come from Newcastle. It came from us. I have never spent ten hours straight in a pub with anyone, not even to watch Manchester lose.” He stopped further speech by taking her nipple between his lips eagerly.
Syd groaned. She tried to reach for his trousers, but he pushed her hands away and instead reached for hers, shoving her back against the wall at the same time. In a moment, he had her khakis down around her ankles and was running his hands across the silky softness of her orange knickers. He hooked a finger under the elastic, playing through her bush and then slipping his fingers between her wet lips as Syd staggered helplessly.
“Oh my, aren’t we very wet today?” Kevin purred. “Guess I should have checked the weather reports. Good thing I brought my rubbers,” he added with a grin.
“Shouldn’t we go over to the bed?” Syd moaned. “It’s got mints on the pillows and everything.”
“Not yet,” Kevin said, watching her face carefully as he teased her clitoris with his index finger. “I want to play.” After a moment of making her groan, he reached up to slip off her panties, letting them join her khakis at her ankles. Syd lifted one leg to kick off the encumbrance before Kevin grabbed her thighs to hold her in place.
“What are you going to do now?” Syd asked, her breath hard and eyes nearly crossed, feeling dizzy with excitement. By way of an answer, Kevin kneeled down and leaned in to fasten his lips on her mound. She nearly lost her balance as his tongue thrust inside her and he sucked in. His hot hands on her thighs steadied her some, but his hot mouth made her legs tremble as his impossibly agile tongue drove in again and again.
The tickle in her knees told Syd the orgasm was coming and she cried out his name as her hips began to buck. Kevin never let go, though, wringing every last sensation from her slippery cunt.
“Oh god, that was good,” she told him gratefully. “Six months of masturbating just can’t compare to your tongue.” Syd smiled at him, loving the wet look of his beard as he grinned up at her.
“That’s only a start,” he said, his voice rough with barely concealed passion as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall.
Syd immediately reached for his erection and grinned herself. “Now, you’ll be a good boy and come to bed.”
“I want to be a bad boy,” he argued, but laughed as Syd led him by the cock to the ample bed.
“Oh, you will, you will,” Syd promised, reaching for one of the condoms she had left on the nightstand. “I see great success ahead for you in the big city,” she added, rolling the condom over his waving erection and reaching down to caress his balls. “It must be because you get women to open up to you.” She fell back on the bed and opened her legs to welcome him.
“I just like to get to the heart of the matter,” Kevin said, lifting her legs over his shoulders before thrusting inside her. “I hope I can last the distance.”
“When’s your interview?” Syd asked, gasping as she felt another climax rising swiftly.
“Tuesday,” Kevin said, trying to keep his thrusts slow as the sweat dropped from his brow.
“Plenty of time,” Syd said as she bucked again, coming even harder than before. “Plenty of time.”