Brooke sipped her complimentary wine and settled back into her seat. She was on board a plane destined for Los Angeles; on her way to meet her cyber-lover. As she sat relaxing images of Steve and the fantasies she had had about him darted into her mind.
She visualised their eyes locking; them kissing; his hand gently stroking her face, her breasts, her...her.... Often when she thought of Steve, she lost all track of time. Her breathing quickened and she often felt faint. Often when she was alone at home, she would relieve the tension with rigorous masturbation. She sometimes found herself screaming into her pillow, out of the sheer frustration of wanting to be with him, to feel his arms around her body, to touch his flesh.
She thought back on the long conversations they had, about anything and everything, from her computer back home in Sydney. They had had cyber-sex several times over the nine months since they first met and to Brooke's surprise she found it very powerful and satisfying. She remembered him saying one time, "If you were here right now I'd fuck you good all night, honey." Soon, she thought, he would.
Thinking of Steve had aroused her. She slowly moved her hand under her blanket; unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. After a little effort she managed to manoeuvre her fingers into a position to caress her pussy. Holding back her moaning she played with her clit until she came. Repeating in her head, "Steve...ohhh...Steve." A little later she fell into a contented sleep.
She awoke with a start! Her seat had been knocked by one of the attendants who were doing the rounds offering passengers something to drink. When she asked Brooke what she would like she just sighed and waved her away. Only five hours to go, she thought. She could barely stand it. She'd waited so long to be with him--now five hours seemed like an eternity.
How would they react when they first laid eyes on each other at the airport? She wondered. Brooke had packed her prettiest dress, high heels and sexiest lingerie. She wanted to make a good impression. She planned to change into them before landing.
More food, more drinks, crap movies. She fell into a deep sleep. She awoke to the blaring of one of the flight attendants announcing, "We will shortly be landing at L.A. International Airport. Please put your seats in the upright position..." she heard no more. "Oh, shit, no!" she said aloud. "My dress."
Brooke grabbed her bag and trying to avoid being seen by an attendant, made a dash for the toilet. Thank God it was empty!
She spilled out the contents of her bag over the floor. Tore off the clothes she had on. And began to re-dress herself: Black lacy bra, suspenders, black stockings, the kind with the seam running down the back of your leg. She slipped her dress over her head. It was also black, tight and short with little pink flowers on it. She put on her high heels and looked at herself.
"Mmm, sexy," she said. She looked good and she knew it!
She quickly did her make up and hair and sprayed herself with perfume, including the tiny crouch of her g-string. As she made her way back to her seat, the attendant eyed her suspiciously. The "Please Fasten Your Seat Belt" sign was now flashing.
She looked out the window. Below she saw an enormous, sprawling city, covered with smog! "The City of Angels". Hah! She thought, all with bronchial complaints! The plane landed with the bump.
Then panic set in! Calm down...calm down, she told herself, as she did some deep breathing. Oh God, I'm going to see him soon. I'll be able to touch him, to smell him, to squeeze him...to...to, well, to fuck him!
She found herself a trolley and collected her bags. She made her way to customs. The queue seemed to take forever. She finally made it to the arrivals area. This is where they had arranged to meet.
Her heart was pounding as she looked around, trying to look casual, but no sign of Steve. Oh God, he's not coming. I just know it. He's changed his mind. Brooke's paranoia was starting to set in.
Then she felt someone gently touch her shoulder. She whirled around. Her heart skipped a beat. He was there.
"Hi, baby," he crooned.
She put her hand to her face. Tears came to her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and managed to say the words in his ear, "Oh, God... Hi, honey."
Then she buried her head in his chest and breathed him in deeply, taking in his scent. He kissed her on top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. They stayed like this for a moment.
Brooke looked up at Steve. She looked into his warm chocolate brown eyes. She quickly studied his face, his hair and fair skin. She liked what she saw. Steve stepped back and looked Brooke up and down with hunger in his eyes.
"You're so sexy," he told her.
"Thank you," she replied.
"I'll get your bags then," he said reaching to pick up the heavy suitcase.
"Oh, ok, thank you," she said, giggling like a schoolgirl.
They made their way to his car. He put her bags in the back and they got in. She moved her hand and placed it on his leg and squeezed. He smiled at her. She smiled at him. They devoured each other with their eyes.
"I can't believe I'm here," she said.
"Hmmm I know, he replied as he reached out and pulled her towards him. "It's going to be good, honey". He kissed her softly and ran his tongue tip across her sensuous lips.