The Sugar Report

All eyes were on them.

bodies pressed tight, pulling…hands roaming, feeling…lips soft, needing…no hello’s, no how was your trip?  My mouth dropped and I couldn’t stop watching.

I took in every sexy detail of this airport PDA.  tick tock…tick tock… minutes passed.  I wasn’t the only one who wiped the drool from my mouth.  When they finally walked away I made up my mind, “I want that!”  I could feel the tingle already.

The timing was perfect, my man left on a week-long business trip.  Oh, I missed him.  I wanted to touch and be touched.  I wore my sexiest outfit with an extra button undone, tousled my big sexy hair and practiced my “you want me don’t you” strut.  I wanted him!  As he came across security our eyes met.  I could tell by the way he walked that he had wood.  And Damn! He looks so good in a button up shirt!  I smiled.  He smiled.  He walked right to me grabbed my body, held me close, smelled me, kissed me.  One second passed and then…I pulled away!  What’s wrong with me!  Attempt #1

“Lets go get your bags.”  We head down the escalator where he reaches for me again.  Both of his arms around me, his lips on mine.  I give a casual kiss, giggle and then pull away!  Ugh!  Attempt #2

While waiting for the bags, he tries again.  He wants me, I want him.  Why not?  What is keeping me from experiencing my own airport make-out?  Whispering, “Ok, Ok.” I wiggle out of his embrace.  Attempt #3 

Out in the parking garage, he tries another time.  Persistent man eh? Pressing me against the cool metal of the car, hands on my body and in my hair, obviously wanting to enjoy and intimate moment of kissing.  Let me be clear, there was no groping or over-sexual displays.  He smells great, fresh breath, beautiful smile, kind words, loving eyes…

And I site some lame excuse before I wiggle away again!  What is stopping me?  Why don’t I feel free?