Home sweet Carolina

I jolted awake as the plane touched down on the tarmac - the loud sound of the engine with the pilot deploying the reverse thrusters and taxiing to our gate. My heart was pounding and, recalling the content of my dream, I became unmistakably aware of my throbbing erection, which undoubtedly made my trousers bulge obscenely. Luckily, however, I avoided embarrassment. A blue fleece blanket covered nearly my entire torso, undoubtedly the work of a flight attendant as I had no recollection of having one prior to takeoff. Unless I had done anything suspicious during the course of my nap, there was no other evidence of one of the most intense sexual dreams I had ever experienced in my life; nothing else even came close.

Staring up at the seat belt sign and willing my erection down, I was relieved that I was finally in Carolina. It finally began to sink in how close I was to being with Veronica, enjoying everything her tiny, tanned, and fat-titted body had to offer. Discarding the blanket, I unbuckled my seat belt and shoved my hand into my left pocket, feeling for the piece of folded paper containing Veronica's address. It served as an anchor - a tangible reminder of the proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The sign turned off, and a chorus of seat belts clicked in the ensuing seconds. After waiting several minutes for the typical post-flight clusterfuck to unravel, I headed straight to baggage pickup to grab my backpack and then bee-lined to the rental car agency. It was about 5:30, and I was anxious to get the weekend started. Veronica lived south of Charlotte, halfway between the city and Rock Hill, South Carolina. Not being familiar with the area, I wasn't sure long it would take to get there; I just knew that every minute wasted in transport was another minute of pure sexual ****.

Behind the wheel of my rented Chevrolet, I raced out of the airport and onto the southbound interstate. Twilight had begun to descend with the sun burning low on my right. Thoughts of Veronica riding my cock wildly with her tits bouncing nonstop pervaded my head. As I neared her residence, I reminded myself of how I got here in the first place: a carefree, cocky attitude. I wasn't going to apologize for my carnality, and if she was sexy as I expected her to be, I wasn't going to try to be a gentleman and keep my hands off of her. Veronica's prompt acceptance of my offer made it crystal clear exactly what she was looking for: a double-digit dicking from a real man.

After forty minutes of distracted driving and searching, I drove up to what I figured to be Veronica's place. It was a fairly large white house situated several miles outside the city limits and set on a half dozen acres of woodlands. A thick wooden fence enclosed a secluded but sizable backyard which - based on the fluorescent lights illuminating from it - looks to hold a large pool and, farther in back, a private hot tub. A perfect venue for playing with my fuck toy during the day - I don't think Veronica owned a bikini that consisted of anything more than strings and thin straps, her skimpy swimwear always highlighting and exaggerating her mountainous melons.

Smiling to myself, I pulled up into her driveway and parked my Chevy in front of the garage. With no other cars in the driveway, I initially thought the house was empty. However, parts of it were dimly lit, suggesting someone might be home. Turning the ignition off, I grabbed my bag and headed for the front door, my heart pounding in my ears.

I knocked on the door - when it opened, I wasn't ready...