Lovely dinner - Lacklustre desert

You agreed to meet at the restaurant, rather than going straight to the airport to see him which would have been a ridiculously long journey. Never one for being late, James was there outside the front, looking fine as ever in a red dress shirt that matched your dress (yes you may have heavily alluded to him doing so but still it's cute!). You hop out of the black cab and dart towards him full of excitement, it's been almost so long for you, you only realise how much you've missed him when you've seen him again in person. He sees you and opens his arms for you like a cheesy slo-mo from a Romance film. You kiss him hard with you arms around his shoulders, he wraps his around your waist and you note that you're almost as tall as him in the heels you're wearing; you've been so used to being around taller men lately it surprised you.

"I missed you so much baby, but I'm starving can we go in please?" You tease him, biting his lip coming out of the kiss. He loves when you do that.

"Oh of course yeah priorities, I'd put food over you too for what it's worth" He jests back, you feign shock and offence before grabbing his hand and leading him inside.

You get sat down opposite each other in a cute, secluded booth. It's a candlelit dinner, and obviously James has splashed out to get us here tonight. Not quite enough leg room, but that worked perfectly for you, his hand was on your thigh like a magnet, and your foot was playing up his calf. In spite of all that had happened on your side since they last saw each other, it felt like they hadn't missed a beat; like the past weeks were just a crazy dream. They definitely weren't.

2 Hours Later

You are pretty drunk. That's probably putting it lightly, but so is James, having to hold each other as you get inside the taxi. It's only a ten minute drive but you cannot WAIT to have him in bed with you again, it's been too long, in case it wasn't already mentioned, it's practically all that's on your mind. In fact once you were both in the cab your hand found itself, not by accident, resting on your boyfriend's crotch, you bit your lip at him, bringing his hand to your thigh, clad in stockings which he adored. You could feel his cock pretty easily, you wanted it now. You made out in the back of the taxi for the duration of the ride home, that poor (or lucky) driver.

Once in your room, you push him straight on the bed, straddling him and rushing to get his belt off, once it's off he pulls his trousers off himself, along with his boxers, and you get a view of his fully erect cock. You remember the size difference now, between both the James in your life. Then you remember the outfit you're in, more so the fact that it requires a big reveal.

"No touching please" You say to him, giving him the sexiest eyes you can, before standing up and slowly unzipping the dress from the back, letting it fall from your hot, curvy frame. Being at university hadn't stopped you finding a gym and keeping in shape. His undivided attention gave your confidence a huge boost as her was revealed your unbelievably hot body in the lingerie you chose just for him. He started to stroke himself in front of you, which encouraged you to run your hands down your body, before your right hand reached its target. You were soaking wet, the images in your mind turning you on to no end. You needed to get fucked. You needed it now.

"Fuck it, I need you baby" You say with the same amount of grace as a drunk 18 year old uni student could manage. You pull your thong off, letting him see your arse as you do so, he thinks this is a perfect time to give you a light spanking. In your mind you want him to take you over his lap and go hard, but he's not that guy. You climb on top of him and lower yourself down, feeling a cock penetrate you for the first time in forever and it felt SO good. To say you were good at riding cowgirl would be an understatement. You were a PRO, and James fucking loved the feeling of you riding him, grinding those hips on him, bouncing on his cock with skill. He looked on cloud nine.

That was bad news.

This cunt has done it again; he's blown his load inside you way too soon, you aren't near cumming for at least a few more minutes, but James is spent. "Oh fuck babe that was amazing, sorry I finished so quick", before you could even reply, he's passed out on the bed. "ASSHOLE!" you say louder than you probably should have. You tuck his passed out body into bed and get in next to him, not even able to get yourself off because you are too pissed off to do so. He was never like this before. If him going without sex for so long ends with him cumming in a minute every time you see each other, this long distance thing is gonna **** your sex drive. Maybe you should invest in toys? These thoughts are the last in your mind as you pass out next to James in nothing but your bra and stockings.

That was anti-climatic.