February!

Tomorrow is February 1st! Oh joy!

February, as you know, is the month of hearts and flowers and in our house, it's also a big chocolate month. It's a time when lovers can make a public display of affection and get away with it. Not that we ignore loving the other 11 months of the year, but in February, well... it's extra special.

A year or so after we were married, Cowboy came home from the other side of the world via a commercial flight. He had been gone for over a month and we were both anxious to reunite.

It was February.

So... I put on one of my more risqué sets of lingerie - red demi bra and panties - hip hose and knee-high black leather boots. I covered up with a flannel-lined black raincoat and drove out to the airport to meet him. We were in the DC area at the time and it was really chilly that time of year so no one would wonder why the raincoat was buttoned and belted even in the airport. He came down the jetway, I jumped into his arms, we hugged and kissed and neither of us could let go of the other. Finally, we came up for air and Cowboy said he couldn't wait to get home and say hello properly and in a more intimate way.

There's a small waiting area at Dulles airport that is off the beaten path and generally reserved for military. I pull Cowboy in that direction and tell him I have to kiss him some more before driving home. He is agreeable.

We get into the waiting room, I pull him into a corner away from the few people waiting there and push him back against the wall. Then I open my raincoat.

Tsk.

When the squid is startled, he often curses... in Italian.

I'm certain those words are unbecoming to an officer and a gentleman - no matter what language he uses.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask him, posing seductively and totally ignoring his naughty outburst.

"I could spank you right here! I *should* spank you right here!" he growls as he grabs either side of my raincoat to cover me up.

My back was to the room. Why does he automatically think I should be spanked? Not looking for answers here... Double tsk.

"You only spank for safety and health issues," I remind him. "And what I'm wearing is neither of those." I am indignant. I dressed to please him and he's threatening to burn my butt.

Truly, this man needs a refresher course in couth.

"My mental health!" he grumbles.

And then I notice that his pants seem very snug. I know he hasn't gained excess weight... do ya s'pose...? Hmm...

Okay, I feel better and because I'm such a loving spouse, I part my raincoat and lean into him... and rub against him... and whisper very naughty words about what I'm going to do to him when we get home.

He mumbles, moans, utters unintelligible noises as I rub against him but I clearly hear:

"I am gonna burn your butt!" And with that, he puts his arms around me under my raincoat and swats my rear end.

We hear the door close and suddenly, we're all alone.

Ut-oh!

"Time to go," I announce.

"Not quite yet," the giant squid retorts and there! In the waiting area! Of Dulles Airport! In front of ceiling-to-floor windows! I am upended under his arm! And spanked!

A commercial plane taxis by... Air Canada I think... *everyone* on that side of the plane can see my rear end being swatted! Thank God they couldn't see my face but I'll tell you right now. Haven't flown Air Canada since and I burned that bra and panty set.

This February... I have *other* ways to show my affection... in public.

Cowboy calls me his birbantella - naughty imp - for a reason.

~Sar~