Ann: A Love Story Ch. 33

Dad smiled. It was like a fresh breeze washed over him. "You've really hit the jackpot this time with Ann, Neil."

"I know Dad...sometimes it's hard to believe. I can't wait to see her."

"I bet you can't wait to do more than that. Just don't tear it up too much the first night...you're going to be with her all week."

"Tear what up?" I asked, thinking I didn't hear him right.

But Dad just winked and said, "You know, the best thing about all of those week long business trips I used to take when you were younger was getting home and seeing Betsy. There's nothing quite like 'reunion' sex."

I laughed. "Reunion sex?"

"Anytime you're apart for four days or longer. That's my definition, anyway. But I'm sure by any definition, the two of you qualify. Have a good time, Neil. And be careful...okay?"

"Okay Dad. Thanks."

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It was my first time in beautiful, sunny Southern California...or any California for that matter. Except it wasn't sunny, and it wasn't all that beautiful. I'm sure it was normally. But as I sat in the terminal at LAX waiting for the plane that I was supposed to board to arrive from another destination, I stared out the windows at the rain that was pouring down.

"At least the flights are on time," I said to myself as I looked at the board. I wondered if the weather up the coast was any better. I assumed that since I was going to California, the weather would be spectacular. It never occurred to me to check to see what it was actually going to be like. Decades before the advent of the internet and before the Weather Channel was available on everyone's television, it wasn't like that info was at my fingertips. And I hadn't read the paper before I left.

I considered going to get one, but since there wasn't anything I could do about the weather, in LA or elsewhere, I decided to people watch instead. If I had been dropped there by aliens, I think I would have known I was in Los Angeles. I could only shake my head and grin as I looked at the people that walked by.

Having ninety minutes to kill, I grabbed a quick bite to eat. It was almost 9 o'clock my time and I was starving. I'd skipped the dinner on the plane, telling the stewardess not to bother me if I happened to fall asleep. I was in a row by myself, and I not only was able to relax for once, I actually slept...and slept well. It was at least a two-hour nap, if not longer, and I came off the plane feeling groggy, but rested. Now that I was awake, my stomach was rumbling.

It was a pretty good burger for airport food, and the beer tasted great. Other than the weather, my vacation was off to a pretty good start. As I boarded the next plane, I got excited. I was only a couple of hours away from being with Ann.

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Circling Sacramento, I looked down on the lights of the city. It had taken almost an hour longer than it was supposed to get there, and I was trying to control my patience. The rain had slowed our takeoff from Los Angeles. I wasn't sure why, but we seemed to sit on the tarmac forever, sitting still as we waited in line. The pilot didn't help, since he wasn't saying anything. And since there wasn't anything I could do about it, I waited with the rest of the passengers and tried to pass the time by listening to my Walkman.

The feeling of elation that ripped through my body when the wheels touched the runway was like a drug...a shot of morphine to my pained soul. I didn't know how much I really missed Ann until that moment. My heart was aching to be with her. I longed to touch her hair, and smell her exotic perfume as I nuzzled at the nape of her neck. I wanted to take her in my arms, pulling her hard body into mine as I pressed my mouth against hers, feeling her tender lips part as she surrendered to my passion for her. I wanted to lift her off her feet, and carry her to the first private place I could find and bring her more pleasure than I'd ever given her before.

So...why DOES it take so long to taxi from the end of the runway to a terminal?

That was the hardest part...the long and agonizing trip from the point where we'd turned off the runway, to parking at the gate. I wondered if we were stuck behind some octogenarian in his little plane, driving with his left wing blinker on, oblivious to the large jet following close behind him. Then I had to endure the long line of people moving slowly like cattle past me as I waited for my turn to get off. It's moments like those that can dehumanize a person, making you feel more like part of the herd than an individual. My carryon clutched in my hand, I squeezed into the aisle and inched forward, resisting the urge to 'moo'. What I wouldn't have given to be in first class again.

Ann had told me that she would meet me at the luggage carousel. She wanted to avoid having to stand with a bunch of other people waiting, and figured if I could scramble past the passengers that were being greeted by friends and family at the gate, it would actually make it easier for me to find her. Once again, she proved just how smart she was. The terminal was filled with people gathering at the gate, craning their necks to find whoever they were looking for as they got off the plane, and I was able to slip past them along the wall and get on my way. It felt great just to be out of the crowd and walking free and clear of the huddled masses as I headed toward the escalators, finally able to breathe again.

At the bottom of those moving stairs stood a gorgeous babe in a skintight pair of jeans and a tight white T-shirt. The shirt was stretched to the limit by her ample breasts, which were held up by a push up bra that became more visible as the stairs drew me near her. Her long auburn hair fell to her shoulders, and I could have easily been captured by her smile. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the woman standing next to her; she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. Of course, I WAS biased.

Ann radiated in every way imaginable, starting with her incredible smile. She lit up as soon as she saw me, and she pointed as she leaned toward her friend, who I had to assume was Sonya, the Air Traffic Controller that had gotten me the free airline tickets. Sonya nodded as her eyes got wide. It stroked my ego a little, but I was more enthralled with Ann's reaction. She was bouncing up and down on her 4 inch black heels, her wonderfully perky breasts bouncing with her underneath the plunging blue satin camisole top she was wearing. The thin straps holding it up were nearly invisible from where I was and I was struck that it looked more like lingerie than something that one would wear out in public. Then I remembered I was in California.

Ann's shorts were denim, cutting off at the very top of her thighs. They were the hip hugger variety, and on both sides, there was a two-inch gap in the denim. They were held together by a black leather string, criss-crossing up her hips through the silver half-inch ringlets that bordered the edges, 6 on each side. Looking at shorts from the side, they looked like the top of a shoe, laced up and tied in a neat bow positioned at the top, right on the point of Ann's hips. My cock lurched as I dreamed of what it would be like to untie her right there and pull out the strings. From the design, it was pretty obvious Ann wasn't wearing anything under them, her bronze skin showing through the little windows the crossed laces created.

As I reached the bottom of the escalator, I resisted the urge to run over to Ann. She seemed hesitant too. It was like we were each waiting for the other to cave to the desires that were so evident. Just like the two of us to draw out even the simplest of things, the long awaited hello.

As I approached, Ann's eyes seemed like they were on fire, the raging inferno from deep inside her soul bared to me as she stared into mine.

"Hi Baby...this is..." she started to say, but I put my finger to her lips, and I stared at her. Ann smiled as I let my fingers slide down her neck for a moment.

"You must be Sonya," I said, turning my attention to her friend.

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Neil. I've obviously heard a lot about..."

"Can we talk a minute, in private?" I asked, taking Sonya by the arm and pulling her off to the side.

Sonya looked over her shoulder, bewildered for a moment as she stared back at Ann. Ann just smiled and nodded...her trust in me extraordinary as I all but ignored her to talk to her attractive friend. I stood so that Sonya was between Ann and myself, her back to her friend. I was able to watch Ann over Sonya's shoulder as we talked.

It was a brief, quiet conversation. Ann was still bouncing as I glanced over; now more nervous than excited, but her eyes remained wild. I could feel the passion from where I stood twenty feet away. Sonya nodded, and turned on her heels, looking at Ann as she strutted back over. Six months before, I would have been tempted to stare at her ass...but I was locked onto Ann, trying to read her body language. The way her stiff nipples were pressed against the silk of her top made me want to learn to read Braille.

Sonya strolled over and took Ann's left arm, lifting it so the she could hold her hand. Ann looked at her oddly, until Sonya reached with her other hand and slowly removed the ring on her finger, making Ann's eyes fly open.

Sonya took it in her hand and left Ann standing there. Ann brought her suddenly naked hand up to cover her open mouth and she trembled a little as I winked at her.

"Here you go, Neil," Sonya said as she carefully handed it to me.

I slipped it over the very tip of my index finger so I wouldn't drop it, and I looked at it. It was stunning. In fact, it was Ann. Not wanting her to be without it for long, I unzipped my carryon bag and pulled out my camera. Not the Polaroid, although I brought that too. It was my regular 35mm Nokia. Handing it to Sonya, I asked, "Would you mind?"

"No...it would be an honor," she said, knowing what was coming.

So did Ann. She closed her eyes for a moment, and started to cry as I approached her. I took her left hand in mine, and got down on one knee, looking up into her misty eyes.

"Anna Renee Franklin...will you marry me?" I said holding the ring up for her to see. The camera flashed as Ann smiled down at me.

Ann nodded, and said, "God yes. A million times, YES!"

I slipped the ring onto her finger, and the camera flashed a couple more times. Ann was crying, tears rolling down her face as I stood and swept her into my arms. I leaned down and kissed her deeply; it was a long, tender kiss that seemed to make time stand still. It was silent around me. I could only hear the beating of my heart, and I could feel hers thumping rapidly in her chest as I pulled her against my body.

Setting her back on her feet, I brushed the tears from Ann's face with my thumbs as I cradled her face in my hands. I fell in love with her all over again as she smiled at me with her dark, soulful eyes.

"The ring is as beautiful as you are, Ann. I love it."

"I cannot believe you just did that, baby. You are without a doubt the most amazing man I've ever met. Have you been planning that all day?"

"Actually, it just came to me when I saw Sonya. Besides, it didn't seem right that I hadn't asked you properly."

"What do you mean you didn't ask me properly? That moment under our tree was perfect to me."

"Yes...it was, wasn't it? I just meant..."

"I know what you meant, baby. Now I have two moments to remember. This was perfect too," she said as she pulled me closer, kissing me again.

We kissed for what seemed like forever, until Sonya said, "Are we going to look for your luggage, or just assume it got lost?"

"She's right babe. Let's go find your stuff so we can get going. We're going to stay at Sonya's place tonight."

"We are?" I said, a little surprised.

"She lives a lot closer, and I didn't want to wake up the girls when we get back to Chad and Dana's. And I'm sure you're tired...so we'll get you to bed sooner."

"Actually, I took a great nap on the flight to LA. I'm really doing pretty well right now."

Ann winked and said, "Then that means we'll just have to do something different in bed, won't we?"

I looked over at Sonya, who was grinning at us. "I'm going to my boyfriends place tonight, Neil...and my roommate is going to hers. You'll have the place to yourselves. So, let's get going. Seeing you two is making me horny."

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"I can't see anything!" Sonya complained as she looked in her rear view mirror, which was turned at a different angle than normal in hopes of catching a better glimpse into the back seat.

"There's nothing to see, Sonya. I told you, we're not doing anything naughty," Ann said with a laugh.

"I would know that if you would've let Neil sit on the other side instead of behind me!"

"Well, you'll just have to imagine," Ann said with a bigger laugh as she leaned even closer into me.

Ann was telling the truth. We really weren't doing anything, other than my arm being around her shoulders, and her head on mine. She had her right hand on my thigh, stroking it back and forth across my tanned skin. But that was it. Sonya seemed to think the way Ann's arm was moving was because of something more intimate. It was a reasonable assumption. Ann and Sonya had been roommates for two years, and they were close. So maybe Sonya knew of Ann's little thing for playing with a cock. And from where Sonya was sitting, it would have looked like that's just what Ann was doing. Ann seemed to want it that way; her arm making exaggerated movements like she was stroking my hard shaft.

And I was hard, but I was still safely tucked inside my khaki shorts. Ann had no intention of starting anything in the back of Sonya's car. And I was letting her take the lead. I was just happy to have any part of my body touching hers; to feel her sitting next to me again.

I took Ann by the hand, holding it up so that I could see her ring on her finger. Even in the dark of the backseat, it sparkled, seemingly lighting up the back of her hand. Gently squeezing her palm, I leaned in towards Ann. She kissed me before I could kiss her, and I giggled. I'd dreamed of the moment we would be together again for months. And now that I was, I couldn't believe how much better it was than those dreams. Ann must have had the same dreams, because she seemed even more excited than I was, if that was possible.

As difficult as it had been on me to be without Ann, it had to be even more so for her. Ann had set me up with Tina numerous times, and then there was the amazing weekend she had orchestrated for the two of us during out trip for my job interview. I had at least had sex since Ann had flown back to California. And even though I hadn't in over a month, that was nothing compared to what Ann had endured. Sure, she'd had orgasms while we were apart...lots of them. But I was sure it wasn't even close to the same.

Sonya pulled into the driveway of the tiny house she lived in. It was a beautiful little stucco ranch that couldn't have been more than 1,100 square feet. But it was cute, with beautiful landscaping around the front.

Putting her car in park, Sonya turned to look at us. Ann smiled and said, "I told you. See, we've been good."

"Well, you've both got more willpower than I have. I'd been all over him, Ann."

"I will be once we're in the house," Ann laughed.

"Well, here are the keys to the front door. Just leave them under that mat to the back door. I have a key to the gate. Let yourself out that way and make sure it's locked. I changed the sheets on my bed this morning. Towels are in the closet in the bathroom. So please, make yourself at home, okay. Linda's already gone to her boyfriends, so you're on your own."

"Thanks Sonya. I really appreciate you doing this," Ann said as she leaned forward and hugged her friend.

"Don't mention it. It's not like I'm not going to have a good time too. I can't wait to get to Gary's," she said as she popped the latch to the hatch of her Toyota Corolla.

I got out and got my luggage, setting it on the sidewalk as Ann said goodbye to Sonya through the car window. I walked back and leaned down next to Ann.

"Sonya, I know we didn't get to talk much tonight. But I need to thank you for the plane tickets. I can't tell you what a wonderful gift that was. And thank you for picking me up, and for taking the pictures at the airport, and for letting us stay here tonight...and for being such a good friend to Ann."

"You're welcome, Neil. We'll talk later in the week, I'm sure. Enjoy the house...oh, and don't hesitate to grab what you want to eat in the kitchen if you're hungry."

I looked at Ann and said, "I'm already planning on having a snack in a little bit, but I doubt I find it in the kitchen."

"Oh God, have I missed you eating my pussy," Ann groaned.

"Shit...I have to go! I need fucked!" Sonya said, her hand moving between her thighs to cup her crotch through her tight jeans. She gave a little wave as she threw her car into reverse and gunned the engine. Ann held my hand as we watched Sonya back out, and speed away down what had to be a normally quiet neighborhood street.

Squeezing my hand to get my attention, Ann turned to me. The hunger in her eyes showed her thoughts, but she said them anyway. "Neil, I really need FUCKED too. Let's go inside."

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The house was quaint. It was cozy. It was...intimate. Sonya and her roommate had used a Southwestern theme in their decorating, and yet for a smaller house, it was very open and free. It seemed a lot more spacious than it really was. The overriding feeling I got standing in the living room was that Sonya's home was friendly and warm. Of course, that warmth could have just been Ann, who was so sexy she was smoldering as she gave me the quick tour.

I was a little surprised Ann took the time to show me around. But as we put my things next to the bag she had packed that was in Sonya's bedroom, she gave me an insight as to why. It seemed to be the beginning of a long seduction.

"I'm sure you're feeling a little grimy after traveling all day. Why don't we take that shower we almost took at your parent's place the last time we were together?"

Ann remembered how I'd loved taking them with Dawn that weekend we were together, and how we almost succumbed to doing it the Saturday before Ann left. We didn't, because we both determined at the last moment that if we got in, we wouldn't get out, and that wasn't how we wanted to enjoy each other.

But we'd talked about that day several times since then. We talked about how nice it had been to skip that temptation and shower separately, before heading to the the hide-a-bed. Yet, we also talked about how wonderful it would have been if we had gone ahead and showered together. We ended up turning it into a little fantasy; one I know I'd dreamed about several times. From the way things were starting, I imagined Ann had been dreaming about it too.

"I love your outfit," I said to Ann as we stood in the larger than expected bathroom.

"This? Oh, it's just something I threw on."

I moved closer, taking the bottom of her silky top in my hands. "How about if I help you take this off?"

Ann raised her arms over her head as she grinned at me. I lifted the camisole, exposing her small, perfect tits. I missed them, and couldn't wait to get reacquainted with her nipples again. They were already hard, and seemed to be throbbing in time with my cock, straining against the material of my shorts. I let Ann's top fall to the floor, and ran my hands up her sides, cupping her tits. Ann had continued to hold her hands in the air, and she let them fall to my shoulders as she moaned, encouraging me.

I let my thumbs rub against her nipples, making hard flicks back and forth. It was a little rougher than I remembered treating them before, but Ann responded positively, letting out a soft hiss. When I moved my fingers to join my thumbs, Ann knew I was about to pinch them. Her eyes opened wider, and they flashed as she blinked at me. I read her eyes, and I gripped her tender nubs tighter and pulled at them.