Ellen had been waiting for this weekend for a month. Ever since Steven had left for his business trip to Italy, she had been missing him terribly. They had only moved in together six months ago, but it seemed as if they had been together for much longer. They had met on a blind date, but sparks flew that first night and they had been almost inseparable ever since.

That is, until Steven came home that Thursday night and said his company was sending him to Italy for a month’s training. Ellen had a responsible position as well and there was no way she could get away, even for a short visit. They had agreed to talk via Facetime every night and had been doing so since he left. Now he was coming home, and Ellen could not wait to get home as well, so she could prepare for his homecoming.

Ellen had been in Dallas the past couple of days calling on customers and was driving home to Austin. This was Friday night, and Steven would be landing at the airport late morning on Saturday. Ellen wanted to get home and wash the sheets so they would be nice and clean when Steven got home. She also wanted to go do some grocery shopping and run some errands so that she and Steven could spend the rest of the weekend in bed, making love.

Ellen had missed the feeling of Steven’s hands on her body, caressing her, touching her in all the right places and making her gasp as he pleased her. Ellen wanted to feel Steven’s tongue between her legs, tasting her, licking her, and gently sucking on her clit; bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. She longed to feel his cock inside of her, filling her with love as they moved so sweetly against each other, until Steven exploded in his own orgasm.

Their first round of love making was usually quick and passionate as neither of them could wait for Steven to put his cock inside of her. He would slip in with ease, as Ellen would be so excited that her tunnel would be well lubricated. They would fuck furiously, until Steven blasted his sperm inside of Ellen.

They would lie together, Steven’s cock still inside of her, gently twitching as they professed their love for each other. Then, Ellen would roll him off of her, on to his back. She would crawl down between his legs and lick their combined juices off of him, and gently coax his cock back to erection.

Ellen would suck his cock, letting it rest on her tongue as she slowly took more of it deeper into her mouth, until it rested at the opening of her throat. There she would massage his cock with her throat muscles until he was hard and ready once again. Ellen would raise her head up, taking her mouth off of Steven’s cock, then throw her leg over his body and rest her torso down on top of him. Reaching down, she would take his cock in her hand, give it a stroke or two, and guide it back into her now soaked pussy. He always slid in much easier the second time because of the amount of cum he deposited inside of her when he came the first time.

Ellen would slide down until he was buried inside of her, and they both would groan in approval. She would then bend over and kiss Steven and begin the gentle motion of rocking up and down on his cock, sliding him in and out of her foaming pussy. Steven would inevitably bring his hands up to Ellen’s breasts to caress them, and tug while gently pinching her nipples. This would cause Ellen to drive harder onto Steven’s cock, trying to bury it into her cervix, always striving to get it as deep as possible.

Soon, Ellen would raise up a bit and let her long hair cascade over Steven as he continued to play with her breasts. Finally, as they both began that final climb to their respective orgasms, Steven would place his hands on Ellen’s hips and their motion would become frantic and passionate. He would be doing the thrusting now, pushing his cock up into Ellen’s body, while she ground herself against him so that her clit would mash against him as they came together.

Minutes would pass before Steven would finally tell Ellen that he was about to cum again. Ellen always wanted to know when he was about to ejaculate so she could pay attention to it and try to feel Steven’s cum splashing inside of her. Knowing that Steven was cumming inside of her would almost always trigger Ellen’s own orgasm and they would crash over the cliff together in bliss.

After two wonderful orgasms from Steven and countless orgasms by Ellen, they would separate, kiss each other good night and Ellen would turn away from Steven so that he could spoon her as she slept. She always felt so safe in his arms and he had a way of resting his hand on her breast which always made her feel good. They would drift off to sleep, content that they had both made the other feel good and had enjoyed themselves as well with their lovemaking.

These were the thoughts that were going through Ellen’s mind as she continued her drive home. She pulled over in Waco, which was about the half-way point home. She wanted to get a bottled water and use the restroom. In her semi-excited state of thinking about having Steven inside of her once again, she got the naughty idea of removing her panties while she was in the restroom. She was wearing a summer skirt and the idea of driving home without her panties on furthered her excitement. She walked back to her car, ready to drive the last ninety minutes or so, so she could begin her preparations for Steven’s arrival.

There was very little traffic on the road as she began heading south towards home. With luck, she could be home just after dark and could still get some things done around the house before Steven got home. Thoughts of being in bed with him came flooding back to her. As she continued thinking of Steven, she found herself idly playing with the top button on her blouse. It was a light cotton blouse, just dark enough to hide the outline of her breasts. Ellen was small breasted and very seldom wore a bra. This always provided Steven easy access to her breasts and he loved sneaking peeks at them or touching them when they were in public.