Driving over to my guy's car at the airport and getting a few lovetaps for being good

Our scheduled meeting on Saturday afternoon did not go as planned. My guy called me from the parking lot at the airport and told me that his car was dead. He couldn't unlock it. The anti-theft system wasn't responding to his remote. He had a physical key, but both my guy and the CAA (Canadian Automobile Association) guy could not find the lock on the car to use it.

I asked my guy whether he wanted me to drive over to be with him. At first, he didn't think it was a good idea because the tow truck was going to tow his car back to his town. He then said that he felt guilty that I had driven such a long way to see him. I told him not to worry, as he didn't plan to have issues with his car.

My guy was obviously tired after a long trip back from Stockholm. He wanted to just get in his car and drive off. He was then okay with my dropping by.

Since my guy is directionally challenged, trying to tell me which parking lot he is at was difficult. He told me that he was across the street from a terminal, which threw me off. I eventually figured out that he was parked at the departures level by the terminal in the daily parking lot.

My challenge was trying to find the up ramp to get to the seventh floor. The signage was completely messed up. Eventually, I figured it out.

"Which parking stall number are you parked at again?" I asked my guy, as we were on the phone the whole time I was driving over.
"G 46," he replied.
"Ah, I see your butt," I replied, as my guy was bent over his computer bag. "Best view all day. Okay, I'm going to hang up."

My guy looked relieved to see me. He came over and groped my butt, which turned me on.

"I need my cell phone charged," he replied. He knows that I have a micro USB cable in my car.
"Sure," I said, taking his phone.

I bent over to insert my car keys in the ignition, and found my cable that has both a micro USB and lightning tips. I thought to myself that the position that I was in would be good for spanking. My guy helped himself and smacked my butt.

"Hey, I'm a good girl for charging your cell phone," I said, smiling at him.
"Yes, but you're my bad girl," he said, giving me a couple more smacks for good measure.

We hugged and kissed while we charged his cell phone at 3% power. There is more to come.