You’re already running a little late so you toss on some clothes and hurry out the door. Your car’s nothing more than a bucket of bolts and tires, but it gets you from point A to point B even if the ride is a bit bumpy and has no air-conditioning. You blare music from your radio as you tear down the roads, trying to get to the airport as fast as you can. It’s a hot day outside, and you’re already sweating by the time you get to the airport. You jog over to the Arrivals section in time to see people milling out of the terminals. You scan the faces of people walking past, trying to find Mimi.
Eventually your cellphone goes off and you pull it from your pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Theo? This is your cousin, Mimi.” Her voice is sweet and caring. You instinctively bite your lip, imagining her voice moaning in ecstasy. “Your mom gave me your number.”
“Oh, hi, Mimi!” you answer. “Sorry, I was running a little late and I just got to the airport. Where are you?”
“I just arrived in Arrivals,” she said. “I’m wearing a pink backpack…”
You immediately start searching for her. With such a unique article of clothing you find her within seconds, but you let her continue describing herself. Her back is to you, letting you study the long legs that stretch out from her short cutoff jeans and the round ass that just begs to be squeezed. Her skin is nicely bronzed and her body is toned. Finally you walk up to her.
“Mimi?” you ask innocently.
“Theo!” she grins, spinning around and pulling you into a hug. Your cock hardens as her breasts press against your chest. She has a wide smile as she pulls away from you. She has on a purple top that drapes alluringly over her chest like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
“Do you have any bags or anything?” you ask, trying to appear a gentleman.
“Just my backpack and this one,” she answers, bending down to pick up a duffel bag at her feet and giving you a great view of her cleavage while she’s at it. She glances up at you and you swear you can see a sparkle in her eyes as she catches you watching her. You allow an image of Mimi with that sparkle in her eyes as she bites her lip, holding out her tits for you to suck and fuck as you see fit to flash across your mind before you act.
“Here, let me help.” You bend down, picking up her duffel bag. It’s not very heavy—she probably only had her clothing with her. Mimi smiles as she reaches out and runs her soft hand across your chest and down your arm.
“What a gentleman,” she coos.
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