The doors open and an avalanche of people begin rushing out of the opening. The plane landed ten minutes ago and Iโve been pacing, waiting for you to come down the walkway. Your image is burned into my mind from countless online video meetings and I crane my head to catch a glimpse of you through the throng of people. In all the craziness I am worried you will walk past me, not realizing I had come to surprise you. Then I see you. My breath catches in my chest as I finally see you in real life. You look stunning. Your voluptuous, gorgeous figure turning the heads of many a man as you saunter up the walkway.
You exit the door, smiling at a small child rushing past you. Your head jerks up at the sound of my voice calling your name. Youโre startled at first but quickly your eyes widen in recognition, a smile lights up your face. I am tempted to run to you but instead we walk slowly towards each other, grinning. I hand you the dozen roses and awkwardly go to give you a hug. You shyly hug back and then pull away. We stare into each otherโs eyes and suddenly that self-consciousness is gone. I pull you to me and kiss you passionately, deeply, the way I have imagined kissing you for so long.
We break apart, gasping for breath and realize we are alone in the waiting area. Laughing, I pick up your carryon bag and we walk through the terminal holding hands. Typically your luggage takes forever to arrive but for once I am oblivious to the wait, happy just to stare at you, hear your voice, touch your hair, your face. I canโt stop touching you, always holding your hand or pulling you to me for another kiss.
I open the door to the car and you laugh at my chivalry but I know youโre secretly pleased. I put your bags into the trunk and we make our way out of the airport complex. Again, I can not keep my hands off of you as we drive. I caress your thighs, hold your hand, lean over for the occasional dangerous kiss. You are as eager as I and run your hands over my chest, my thighs, my face, as I drive to the hotel.
The elevator is far too crowded and slow, I am so anxious to get you alone, wanting you so much. I stand behind you so that I can encircle you with my arms and pull you tightly to me. You can feel the bulge of my arousal pressing against you. You turn your head and give me the most wickedly delicious smile I have ever seen. I nearly moan with desire. Your hand reaches behind you and begins to rub my cock through my slacks. The couple next to us notices but simply smile and snuggle in closer together. Realizing they wonโt object, I lean down and kiss your beautiful lips, passionately playing with your sweet tongue.
The doors open to our floor and we step out. The woman in the elevator calls out โHave funโ to us, a smile in her voice. We look back and see her rubbing her companions growing bulge just as you had done. We wave and wish them a fun evening as the doors close. Laughing and aroused, make our way to the room. I want to simply rip your clothes off but I am patient, wanting this to be perfect for you. Itโs already perfect for me, just by your presence. I open the door and we step into the candlelit room, light flickering from the dozens of candles arranged around the room. Soft jazz plays in the background as I take your coat and put the flowers in the vase on the table.