Friday and outbound flight

The next four days were very difficult.

Heeding Veronica's request in advance of the sexual marathon that awaited me at the end of the week, I stopped jerking off when thinking of her - and she was on my mind all the time. I couldn't stop thinking about the weekend: all of the things I wanted to do to her 34F-20-34 body and all of my filthy thoughts that were on the verge of becoming realities. Fucking her enormous tits and covering her body from head-to-tie in my cum. Wrapping my large, strong hands around her tiny waist and plowing my twelve-inch cock up her ass while she screamed out my name in ecstasy, plum-sized balls slapping against her waterfall of a pussy. **** her on a foot of throbbing dick meat and thrusting my tongue up her soaking vagina in a standing 69.

That Veronica had so eagerly agreed to meet me - a then-stranger halfway across the country from her - based solely on my little performance for her and the boldness of my proposal made two things clear to me: this barbie likes the idea of being a fuck toy, and she loves the idea of being a fuck toy for an absolute stud. And I had every intention of taking full advantage of this fact: Veronica was -my- slut and I was going to frost every inch of her busty body.

So for most of the week, I was useless at work; I had difficulty eating and sleeping. Most areas of my life had suffered or been neglected. I had worked myself up into such a crazed sexual frenzy that I couldn't get Veronica's huge fuckable tits out of my head.

I made it to Friday, somehow managing to make myself exhausted while not doing a damn thing all week. I packed my bag early that morning, putting it off until the last minute knowing I would be traveling light. My luggage consisted of two changes of clothes - one casual and one more formal - a swimsuit, toiletries, and a couple of different body oils I had picked up just for Veronica. Ones that I wasn't expecting to make the return trip.

With my flight leaving just after noon, I arrived at the airport at about 11:00 in the morning. My excitement level was beginning reaching an apex; in just a few hours, Veronica was going to be my personal fuck toy - playing, sucking, or fucking my gigantic tool and pleading for a fresh plastering of cum. By the time I reached my seat on the airplane, I was done - I hadn't eaten anything since the previous night, and the combination of anxiety and excitement wore my nervous system down.

Thankfully, I was so tired that I was finally able to catch up on some sleep - especially well-timed since the flight to North Carolina was about three hours. After the plane took off and we reached a cruising altitude, I drifted off fairly quickly and slipped into a very pleasant dream...