The DILF (Sebastian Vettel)

32. The Return of the King

Savannah's eyes darted left and right, trying to spot Seb anywhere. He'd said he would meet her at the airport himself, which had surprised her, but she wasn't complaining. She hadn't seen him for ten days and couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

They'd decided that she wouldn't travel to Bahrain for testing as it would mean leaving the kids with Heike and Norbert for two weeks, and they felt that two weeks was far too long for them both to be away.    So Seb had gone to testing with just Antti for company.  Now, on the Wednesday before the opening race of the season, Savannah had flown to Bahrain to support him. 

She frowned as she failed to spot him.   Was he late? He hadn't forgotten, had he?

She took her phone out of her pocket and turned airplane mode off.  Within seconds it buzzed with an incoming text message. 

Seb: will wait outside in the car.  Don't want to get swamped with fans. Britta would have a heart attack.  White Merc GLC with blacked out windows. Three trees up on the right as you exit. Can't wait to see you sexy lady 😉 ❤️

Savannah slipped her phone back into her pocket, a big grin on her face.   She couldn't wait to see him too.  They had a lot to catch up on.

She dragged her suitcase behind her, and headed towards the exit. The bright sunlight had her searching in her handbag for her sunglasses. She slipped them on and turned to the right. She spotted the white Mercedes instantly. As she neared it, the driver door opened and Seb got out. Savannah immediately thought how gorgeous he looked in his black shorts and pale pink T-shirt. He was also wearing his battered old grey cap that he seemed to live in. He opened the boot, ready to receive Savannah's case.

As she reached him he took the case and put it in the boot, before slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her up against his body. "Hey beautiful. Good flight?" he asked, although he didn't give her a chance to reply before his lips descended onto hers.  Her lips parted instinctively.  Seb groaned and pulled back, eager to kiss her so much more passionately but unable to do so unless he wanted to risk photos making it online. 

"Come on, let's get back to the hotel," he growled.  "I have plans for you."

"What sort of plans? I'm intrigued."  He leant in close, so close she could feel his breath on her ear. 

"Plans that I thought up in the shower this morning while I was jerking off thinking of you."

Savannah bit down on her lip.  She hadn't expected him to say that.  Still, she shouldn't be surprised, not when she'd spent most nights since he'd been gone pleasuring herself while thinking of him. 

She turned and headed to the passenger door, opening it and climbing inside. 

Seb chuckled to himself.  He knew that she would be as desperate for him as he was for her.  Ten days was a long time!   He climbed into the drivers side and put his belt on. 

"How far is the hotel?" Savannah asked, her voice a little squeaky.  Seb grinned, his nose crinkling up. 

"Why?  Can't you wait to get me naked?"  He placed a hand on her bare knee and then slid it up underneath her sky blue skirt, stopping just millimetres away from her panties. 

"Seb!" she gasped.  He felt his dick beginning to stir.   He withdrew his hand. 

"Not close enough," he muttered as he started the car.  

Half an hour later he scanned his keycard and unlocked their bedroom door.   As soon as the door shut behind them their hands grabbed at each other, mouths collided and the room was filled with their aroused moans.