Thump. Thump. Thump.
As I stand in line waiting for my coffee order to be filled, there is without a shadow of a doubt that the barista behind the counter can hear the heartbeat in my chest. In fact, I am positive that anyone within a five-mile radius of me can feel the exaggerated rhythm. My nervous energy is translated into checking my phone screen every thirty seconds to see if there are any new notifications. Messages, emails, anything from him indicating that this was actually going to happen. That this trip out here was worth it. That I shouldn't regret my decision to fly halfway across the country on a whim. For a chance at the fuck of a lifetime. Because that's exactly what this was.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
But as the minutes tick away, that confidence starts to slip. The questions start to creep into my head. Was this some kind of game? Am I just a pawn? Is he somewhere, sitting and watching me squirm? Laughing at my expense?
No. None of that can be true. Not after the endless amount of texts and pictures and the banter and the chemistry and the attraction. It is all there, in black and white. After all of that, this can't possibly be a trick. But that fear is sitting on my shoulders. Until there is solid evidence, those questions remain on the table.
I scroll through our chat history, searching for something I might have missed. But at the same time, rereading all of the wonderfully nasty things we hoped would happen during our encounter.
'I want you so bad, I can taste it. When I land, it's not going to be long before your hard cock is deep in my throat and I swallow you whole.'
I go back to your most recent voice message. I save them in a separate folder to listen to whenever I need to hear your voice. It's like you're whispering against my ear. The tone and inflection is enough to make me weak. But it's you're words with conviction and dripping with lust and desire for me. It's not long before I can feel the heat in my cheeks start to rise. I'm sure it's apparent, but I keep a calm face as I hear you tell me how deeply you're going to fuck me. If my heart wasn't racing before, it is now. With enough electrical current to supply a small home.
I close my eyes for a brief moment, just to manage my rapid heart rate. It's not until I hear a sound over my headphones, that I open my eyes to stop the recording. I turn my head in the direction from where I hear the voice coming from. My breath is caught in my chest as I see the most familiar set of greenish grey eyes staring back at me.
"Charlotte?"
I can't move. I can't find words. I'm sure my mouth is hanging open. It appears as though I've had some sort of seizure or small stroke that the customers around me start to worry about. Too much time has passed and I snap myself out of it to avoid looking like an even bigger idiot.
"Bobby?" I ask in response to your initial question
"Charlotte?" jokingly you reply with a sarcastic tone.
"Bobby," I say as all the air and stress and worry escapes my lungs all at the same time.
"Charlotte," you reply with a reassuring inflection.
I place my carry-on bag that has been hoisted on my shoulder, on the ground. I reach out in an embrace to be met with your strong arms wrapped around my shoulders. The feeling of your body pressed against mine with just mere clothing on indicates that this isn't going to take much. In fact, in my head, I am already tearing away piece by piece as we stand in this crowded concourse. And I have my suspicions that you are feeling the same.
"It's so good to finally meet you," I say. "For a minute, I didn't think you would show up."
"I told you I would."
"I know. But you never know. I've heard some crazy stories about meeting internet strangers."
"But, we're not strangers."
"No." I pause to smile. "No, we're not."
I tilt my head down. The longer I stare up into your eyes the more of a fire I feel in my body. Somehow, you instinctively know to bring my gaze back up because your fingers hook under my chin and pull my face to meet yours. Running your thumb along my lower lip line. I involuntarily slip my tongue out just a bit to meet the pad of your thumb. A coy grin curls at the corners of my lips. Surely, we have some on-lookers. But I don't care at this point. After all this time and waiting, to finally be face to face. I'm not concerned with who sees me, as long as your eyes are on me and me alone. I'm sure you caught on to my hint because immediately you grabbed my hand and darted off in the direction of the closest place we could have privacy.
Swerving past various travelers who were either coming or going. You understand the lay of the land far better than I do. So, I am entrusting you to find us somewhere safe and that preferably has a lock. Pulling me to your side as we walk down various corridors, your warm breath tickles my earlobe."I'm going to guess you're already dripping for me."
"You would be correct." I remain unphased, to not draw attention to ourselves. But on the inside, I am using every ounce of my reserve to remain standing while I can feel my knees wanting to instantly give way.
