Today is a special day. Today, I'm waiting at the airport to pick up a very special visitor.
This is the day we finally get to meet, all going well. I've checked with the airline, the flight is on time.
I've checked and rechecked the arrivals board, and the flight has definitely landed, and I'm standing at the correct passenger gate area.
The doors open, and passengers from the flight begin to exit. I'm scanning the faces, looking for the one I know so well, though I've never seen in the flesh. I know the curve of the face, the fall of the hair...I've looked at the pictures a thousand times. And then I see... finally coming through the door, head bowed a little, looking somewhat apprehensive, you catch my eye, and suddenly, you smile at me, that full face, genuinely happy smile. And I know it's for ME!!! Those lovely green eyes, sparkling, you say hello, but I can't really hear. I'm just so amazed and happy that you've actually come, that you're here with me now.
I take hold of your hand, and we make our way to baggage collection, small talk along the way about your flight, the weather, what's been happening the last few days. I'm not paying a lot of attention to what's being said, as I just look at you, here now, actually holding my hand. You look fabulous in a stylish black and white dress, showing just the right amount of classy, ample cleavage. Heels, not overly high, nicely complementary. A very attractive package you are indeed. And I am immensely proud to have you there with me. To know that everyone can see that you're WITH ME!!
We find your suitcase, which I carry, because I'm a gentleman like that. Out to the car, and once I've put the suitcase in the back, I stop and look at you. Really look at you. I still cannot believe you're here, right now, standing in front of me and oh, so close. I look into your eyes, and can't help but smile, a big kid grin.
I pull you close to me for our first kiss. Holding you tight, I lean down, but not too far because you're exactly the right height. My lips find yours, delicately brushing them at first, then pressing eagerly for more. I lift my hands to cradle your face, hold it, caress it. Our lips part, our tongues seeking each other out and performing their own dance of touch. Deeper, we kiss, hands roaming over each other's backs, touching, feeling, just being with each other. We part to look at each other, and I'm sure you can see how happy I am that we're together, finally able to make it happen.
"Hello baby", I say to you. "Thank you for coming". You just look at me again, flash that amazing smile, and remind me we don't have a lot of time. As we get into the car (after, of course, I have opened your door for you), I lean across for another kiss. I simply can't get enough. We make our way out of the car park and on to the freeway, heading towards our hotel. I hold your hand all the way. Coz I can. And the car is automatic.
At the hotel, we check in... Mr and Mrs Smith, don't you know? It's a nice hotel, a few years old but well maintained. Our room has a king sized bed and a spa in the bathroom. Once we're in the room, luggage taken care of by the hotel staff, we are now truly alone.
For the first time. Just us, no distance, nobody else. I draw you to me, just to hold you, and drink in your aroma. I love the perfume you're wearing. There's a lot to be said for simple touch, it says so much without words.
We order some room service with food to be delivered in about an hour, but a bottle or two of wine to be sent up straight away. This arrives in a few minutes and I open a bottle immediately.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" you ask.
"Maybe... a little" I reply.
"Then you're going to have to pour bigger glasses than that!" So the glasses are topped up fully, and we sit down on the bed. I can't help but just look at you. You're gorgeous. "I've brought you a present" you say "Would you like it now?"
"Yes please... What is it?"
"Come here then. Would you like to unwrap it now?"
"Definitely. Where is it?"
"It's ME, you fool!!" you exclaim at me. I feel like such an idiot.
I stand you up and take a good look. Lovely. I begin unbuttoning the front of your dress, slowly, carefully. I don't want to damage it.
"You better hurry up, we only have an hour before the food gets here" you joke.
The dress is undone, and falls to the ground. I take in the wondrous sight I see before me. You're now standing there, in a baby pink bustier, laced at the back, underwired at the front with suspender attachments and matching pink silky panties. White stockings finish off the look. With your dark hair and bright red lipstick and nail polish, I am blown away by the sheer sexiness of you.
"You like?" you ask, in a shy little voice.
"Oh, yes, I like very, very much indeed".
I move in close to drink in the sight and smell of you. Your luscious curves all accentuated and emphasized by the outfit, excite me. I can't help myself but to touch and feel your skin. It's so soft and warm, and I run my fingers lightly, ever so lightly over any bare skin I can reach. You close your eyes and lean your head back, a slight moan escaping your barely parted lips. I take advantage, and plant kisses on your neck and shoulder, flicking lightly with my tongue and biting ever so gently as I move along your shoulder to your neck, and round to the other side.
From my position behind you I can look down and see your magnificent cleavage, barely being contained by the bustier. This excites me, and my cock begins to grow hard. You reach behind you and begin rubbing it through my pants. Another little moan escapes your mouth, along with a wry little smile as you feel me harden at your attention.
"And what do we have here?" you ask, gripping my cock tightly.
"That's for you, sexy."
"Well let me see. I'm nearly naked, it's your turn now."
