I don't know why I'm so nervous, after all we have chatted on line for months now and even traded pictures of each other. In the past months we have discussed our dreams and desires, our likes and dislikes so it is as if I have known you forever. But still my hands are sweaty and my heart is racing as I look around the airport for you.
I gave you the time I would arrive and you told me not to worry about taking a cab to the hotel, that you would pick me up and take me there. As I anxiously look around for you I start to remember the first time we chatted and how you told me you never kissed on the first date, so on the third time we chatted, I quizzically asked you if we already had our first date. Then I ask you for a kiss to go home on, which you supplied me with and it made my afternoon.
As I was daydreaming I felt your touch on my shoulder and your voice almost whispering my name. I turned around to face you looking into your eyes as they sparkled back at me. As I took you hands into mine I stepped back and took you in from the top of your head to tip of your toes. You began to blush at my attention and I also knew that you were just as nervous as I was about finally meeting face to face.
I took you into my arms, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and asked you to lead the way out of the airport.
With my luggage in one arm and the other hand holding yours you lead the way to your car.
On the way to the hotel I sat there watching you my eyes never leaving you, I wouldn't know how to get back to the airport if I had to because all I could see was you. It was making you feel a little uneasy as I could see you shifting in your seat and your face reddening, but I couldn't help myself.
Upon arrival at the hotel I checked in and deposited my luggage in my room and then ask you if you would care to go and eat dinner.
We went to the restaurant and ordered dinner, as we waited we made the usual small talk about the weather, my trip and anything else we could think of, all the time holding hands and looking at each other across the table. When dinner came neither one of us ate too much we drank our wine and picked at our food each in our own thoughts, but both relaxing, becoming more comfortable with each other.
After dinner we proceeded back to my room, as I unlocked the door and opened for you and you enter I got a smell of your freshly washed hair and perfume. I chuckled to myself thinking that you washed your hair for me and it wasn't even Sunday or Wednesday.
As I removed your coat from your shoulders I could feel the tension begin to flow back into your body, so I lead you to the couch, had you sit down and went behind you.
You started breathe harder wondering what I was going to do and you even jumped as my hands touched your hair. I pulled your hair over the back of the couch and began massaging your shoulders. As my fingers began their work I could feel the tension begin to leave your body, I needed your shoulders, around your neck, under your ears and up to your temples. As I massaged you I could feel you relax even more, your head flowed from side to side, your eyes were closed and a soft moan came from your lips.
Do I dare, what will happen, I thought to myself, if I bend over and kiss your lovely neck. Finally I could stand it no longer so as my fingers worked I bent down and gently kissed your bare neck, you eyes opened and met mine, you turned your head, reached up your arm, cradled my head in your hand and brought my mouth to yours.
Our lips touched in a tentative kiss at first, but then our passion took over and they met in a heated exchange, exploring each others mouths.