It has been seven long, hard, complicated years. Our distance has made things a test, but we never faltered, and finally, it is paying off. I am finally going to get to see my baby in the flesh, I am a mess. Sitting in the airport, my nerves are shot. I am nervous, excited, scared. I cannot believe I am actually about to meet my Angel!!!
People begin walking down the stairs, and I do not see her. I look down at my watch, then back up, wondering where she is. And finally my eyes lock onto a pair of legs. Slowly I trail my way higher, over a short black skirt, up higher; I see her white satin shirt that she had told me about. It is unbuttoned halfway down, and open. My heart begins pounding like it is about to jump out of my chest, as I look higher, and finally lock eyes with her. The light shining off her auburn hair gives her a brilliant aura as if she were some supreme being. It is really her. It is my Angel. She is finally home. In a trance-like state, I make my way to the bottom of the stairs. She stops one step in front of me. I wrap her up in my arms squeezing her tightly, before reaching down and giving her our first soft, sensual, loving kiss. I take her hand, walking her over to get her bag from the luggage.
We stand there embracing each other as we wait. I take my place behind my Angel, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her back into me, taking every opportunity to steal a kiss from her. Finally her bag comes around and I pick it up. I point her towards the door and follow her out of the airport. As we walk, I cannot help but take advantage of the view before me; a set of toned, strong legs disappearing into the short shirt, and ass swaying slightly side to side. Evidently I have been staring for longer that I have realized, because I am awoken from my daze by a giggle. I look up to see my Angel grinning at me, and she takes my hand as we make our way to the parking lot. We get to the truck and I throw the bag in the back, opening the driver's side door for her. As she steps up, I take the opportunity to feel her ass, lifting my hands up to her for "support". Once again my Angel just giggles, smiling down at me, as I crawl in beside her.