My first attempt at an erotic short story. Let me know what you think.
If you’re not 18, it’s time to leave.

John Baker had been staring at her across the waiting area of arrivals gate B for at least 5 minutes. She was everything he had imagined and more. For the last two years he had only communicated with Susan over Facebook, and his only image of her was the limited gallery of low resolution photos on her profile page.
They had met, like so many others, by a random referral from a mutual, however distant friend they had both already forgotten. It was virtual love at first read. They were both musicians and free thinkers and it didn’t take long for either of them to start sharing more intimately than they might have in the real world.
They had often invited one another to visit their respective cities, but life was too busy and complicated, and perhaps they were both a little apprehensive about the thought of meeting each other for the first time. As it happened Susan had to fly to Johannesburg for a friend’s wedding and John was happy to pick her up at the airport the day before the event. This was the first time they would have physical contact since meeting in virtual space two years earlier.
John immediately recognised Susan from her profile pictures, but his breath was taken away at the reality. He was frozen in place, almost as though he would somehow wake up from a very pleasant dream if he dared step out to meet her. Susan was beautiful, but not in any traditional way. She had dusty blond short hair that spiked and protruded irregularly as if to compete for attention with the rest of her. She was fairly tall at about 5 foot 11 inches. Her figure was curvaceous so that she was not thin at all but appealingly female in all the right places. Her robust thighs were covered in tight blue jeans with a suggestion of pink lace protruding tantalisingly against her tanned coastal skin. Her naval was perfectly formed and pierced against her petit waist, which was clearly visible below a short, tight, white, V-necked T-Shirt that exposed her ample cleavage and the top of a lacy pink bra.
John realised that she was beginning to look concerned as she stood in the centre of the waiting area with her luggage, and he stepped forward to greet her. As soon as he came into view she recognised him and beamed. Her smile nearly knocked John off his feet and he had to shake his head to stay focussed on the simple task of greeting her. They came together and embraced like two people who had loved each other for years. Instinctively they both moved to kiss the other lightly and found each other’s lips hard to release. The kiss lasted at least 2 seconds and they both felt the first stirrings of desire and the discomfort of having to quench it for this occasion.
“Oh my God! You look amazing!” exclaimed Susan with a huge smile.
“Hardly,” said John, pushing down the blush moving up his neck, “But you… wow! Your pictures don’t do the reality any justice.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” teased Susan.
“C’mon then, let me take these things for you,” said John, as he picked up her two reasonably heavy pieces of luggage. “You’re staying at my place tonight, as agreed. We’ve got lots to catch up on.”
By the time they arrived at John’s house, the two of them had already caught up on the basic facts and events of each other’s lives for the last few months. John helped Susan get her things into the spare room and told her to make herself at home while he put some coffee and snacks together.
“You don’t mind if I take a shower?” asked Susan. “It’s been a long trip and I need to wash the dust off.”
“Of course not. Make yourself completely at home!” With that, John left her room and headed for the kitchen.
As he walked away Susan considered John’s appearance. He was 6 foot 3 inches, with dark brown hair and green eyes. He was not athletic or seriously toned, but he had a healthy build and exuded strength and confidence. His face was assertive and thoughtful. His long fingers had her mind wandering to arbitrary comparisons. She smiled to herself and removed her clothes without closing the door.
John came out of the kitchen holding a tray with two cups of coffee and some chocolate brownies in a saucer. As he placed the tray on the table in the lounge he raised his eyes to see the open bedroom door and beyond through the open en suite bathroom door. He could see the left strip of the glass shower and the occasional glimpse of the curve of a hip or an arm as Susan lathered herself in soap. His heart began beating wildly and he turned away in an attempt to reverse the effects of his imagination on his stiffening manhood. It didn’t work. He heard Susan exit the shower and move into the bedroom where he knew she must be getting dressed in full view of him, except he was now seated with his back to her on his leather three-div couch.
Susan moved past him into the lounge, her hand stroking his shoulder as she passed around the couch. Electricity flowed through him. She glanced around and noticed that the leather three-div was about the most comfortable thing in the lounge. She sat down next to him. John watched silently, passion relentlessly building. Susan was now dressed in a flimsy pair of soft cotton shorts and a silky, semi-transparent, feminine floral top. It was clear that she was wearing no bra as her nipples danced under the silky sheen of her shirt. He raised his eyes and was immediately embarrassed to notice her noticing his appreciation.
“Susan I…” John began, but immediately she leaned close to him and placed a single elegant finger to his lips.
“Shhh…” she protested through a mischievous smile. “We’ve got lots of time for talking, but right now I think we both have other things on our minds.”
That was all John needed. Suddenly the situation changed as he pulled her close and using both hands, guided her face to his own and passionately kissed her. They kissed for an eternity, lips generous as they allowed each other access. They had two years of taste and touch and smell to catch up on and in this moment all their focussed longing and passion and desire for one another was brought into crystal clear focus.
Then suddenly, as though the realisation came to them both like explosions, their hands started grasping at fabric – peeling away each other’s layers in a frenzied feral madness. As soon as Susan’s shirt was removed and tossed aside John crushed her against his now naked torso. He had to feel her exquisite breasts naked against his chest. She in turn pressed against him as though her breasts were moles trying to burrow into his heart. Already his hands were deftly removing her shorts. She had nothing underneath, as he suspected. Her hands were stripping away his belt and opening his trousers. Quickly, so as not to lose a single precious moment he lay back and peeled off his own jeans, undies and socks in a single movement.
They were now both naked. Susan moved over him as he lay on his back. Their lips embraced again and now they were both aware of every inch of contact from their feet to their face. John felt the smooth skin of her feet against his, her right thigh between his legs and her soft shaven sex against his hip, already leaving the wet evidence of her arousal.
Now John synchronised his fingers and his tongue. With an aggressive thrust he entered her mouth with his tongue, while at the same time inserting two fingers firmly past the tender outer lips of her wet sex and pushing them deep inside her and upwards against her corrugated G-spot. Susan inhaled sharply and arched her back involuntarily as she gave in to a violent spasm of pleasure. John’s fingers continued to caress her inner pleasure, not allowing her more than mere moments to catch her breath before engulfing her in deep and violent kissing.
She had already unconsciously begun to stroke his shaft, squeezing tighter and stroking more vigorously as her climax approached. Then John could not tolerate it anymore, and with surprising strength and agility flipped Susan onto her back and moved over and into her, his full length plunging deep inside her lubricated and hungry opening. Within two thrusts Susan screamed in climactic ecstasy and threw her face into John’s shoulder, biting hard into his flesh. John thrust hard three more times amidst Susan’s erratic convulsions and then erupted inside her. She pulled him down to her and held him tightly as the tides of his release diminished.
Now they could focus on catching up…