Saturday arrives. Surprisingly I felt calm, cool and in total control - as if I was acting out a role. My man helped me choose what to pack. Shoes, underwear, skirt, etc. Every article carefully selected with Juan in mind with the intention of turning my man on even more. He laid on the bed watching me get ready, straighten my hair and apply my make up.
A few minutes before we left for the airport I slipped on a scooped neck fitted t-shirt which just about held in my tits. I put on a pink g-string and pulled on a denim skirt which barely covered ass. My wedge heels with pink straps completed the look. I was going for the slutty look.
In the car my man was chatting nervously. We'd exhausted the subject of my upcoming fucking all week so it was mainly small talk. As we got nearer to the airport I had pangs of regret leaving my man behind. He was the love of my life and i was thankful that he was so cool about my trip.
He parked at the airport, opened the passenger door for me and took my travel bag from the carboot. He took me to the departure gate and we didn't exchange a word. I turned to him a few yards before going and kissed him on the cheek. "You're gorgeous" he said, "have fun sweetheart".
I simply whispered "I love you" and walked away with a single tear making its way down my cheek.