I am finally at the airport, waiting at baggage claim where you are to meet me. I have waited so long to finally see you, and I am apprehensive about our first meeting. My stomach is in knots, as I see people beginning to file off of the gangway from your flight, but the tension melts away when I finally see the face that I have seen so many times from afar.
Our eyes meet, and with a smirk you head straight for me. We hug, and I finally smell you, feel you...your scent, clean and masculine, is overpowering, and my knees go weak. We pull away, and I look at your face while I am still holding you. It looks so much better in person than it did on the webcam.
We move together for a kiss, and it's as if I melt into you, finally touching those soft lips that I have only looked at until now. Your short beard tickles my chin as your tongue seeks entry into my mouth. Our tongues dance around one another as we are locked in a long-awaited embrace, not caring about the curious glances and knowing smiles cast our way. When we hear the announcement for your flight, we make our way to the baggage claim, our arms around one another's waist, talking and laughing, all of my tension gone now as I am finally in the arms that I wanted so long to hold me.
We stand waiting for your bags, still holding one another, making small talk. We are so happy to finally be in one another's arms that we hardly know what we're talking about, and I lose my train of thought every time I gaze into your blue eyes. You see the look on my face, know my heart has skipped a beat, and look back at me with the same wonder that I feel now that I have finally met my prince. Your bags finally come around and you grab them with one fluid motion, and we turn to head for the door, and my car.
As the doors open, the chill October wind whips my leather trench coat open, to reveal the outfit I had worn just for you: knee-high black suede heeled boots, black tights, a short pleated skirt, and a white blouse with just one too many buttons undone. You lick your lips as your eyes wander over my body, and then meet mine once again. The look in my eyes, and my half-smile, tell you that I am thinking the same things, as we make our way to the car.