One of the advantages of living in London is that eventually, everyone you know has to pass through it on their travels.

I had learnt to never waste a second when Lulu was around. The moment I knew that she was changing flights at Heathrow I would book a day off because I knew that every second would be worth it.

Depending on where she was going and what her connection times were, I would either book a Premier Inn near the airport or change my bed and take her back to my place. Lulu had become quite adept at stretching her connection times at Heathrow and arranging overnight flights that allowed for a long stopover.

Lulu was amazing, a South African Milf who knew what she wanted and what she wanted from me. Every time I knew she was on her way, I made sure not to drink the night before and also did a couple of hours in the gym to make sure that my arms were as strong as they could be.

Lulu has the most magnificent breasts, large with very sensitive nipples. She kept her pussy smooth, and it was a delight to taste and  fuck. I knew how to get her wet. When we fucked, we knew what each other liked, and we knew how to pleasure each other to climax, on multiple occasions.

I had no hesitation asking her to take me in her mouth. Lulu is gifted, from the way she parts her lips to the way she uses her tongue while never losing eye contact. It is cock worship, pure and simple. We are comfortable with one another, one of the advantages of long cyber-sex sessions we had had over the years.

On the odd occasion where her work does interrupt our carnal activities, Lulu never lets it get in the way. I remember one afternoon while we were lying in the afterglow of a particularly satisfying fuck when a call came in from Johannesburg that she simply had to take. She was entirely professional and didn’t reveal for one second that she was naked and with her lover. She simply fired up her laptop and dealt with the query while my cum leaked from her smooth pussy.

So here I was once again parked near Heathrow airport waiting for the SAA Airbus to land, my cock already swelling and my ears were glued to my airband radio. The moment I heard the pilot announce that Springbok was on final approach I moved my car to the terminal; I knew who was on that plane and what lay ahead for the next few hours.