Finally the day of my arrival had begun. You knew you were going to blow me out of the water on our first meeting, especially after everything that had gone before us. Thankfully its spring and so the warmth in the days gives you more confidence than normal when choosing what to wear. Not that it's going to be a hard decision for you. You settle instantly on a black A skirt number with a pert white cotton blouse that verges on the point of being formal. As you look at yourself in the mirror you wonder what I'll think when I finally get to see you in all your naked glory and can't help but have a twinge of anxiety run straight to your stomach, which is where you're looking.
"Damn it Robin, you're the mother of two children, what the hell does he expect: Elle McPherson – well, he's got me!"
you reassure yourself just as I had always done.
You expertly dress yourself in your chosen outfit after carefully loving every part of your body as you luxuriated in your early morning bath. Yes, it was luxuriating because for the rest of the week you have the place all to yourself having taken the children to your parents to play with the prairie dogs at the farm. You know how much they'll enjoy themselves so you don't feel an ounce of guilt, just sudden jolts of,
"O my God, he's arriving today"
which put you in check every so often. After all the stories that had been exchanged between us you know how you'd like this first meeting to go and so with your knowledge of what turns us both on you dress to impress. Your legs are silky beyond belief after the beauty treatment you had on the weekend and so you simply rub some exquisite smelling lotion into them and pull your skirt on. It does up just so and you feel exhilarated when you look at yourself in the mirror. Next is the shirt, which you do up to just show off the tops of your firm breasts. So you've had a couple of children but you're in amazing shape and you know I'm going to be blown away with every part of you, which is why you teasingly leave your bra and panties off the clothing list today so that you can tease me as much as possible.
On your way back from dropping the children off your van developed a fault and so it was at the garage being fixed, which meant that Owen was taking you to the train station so you could make your way to the airport to pick me up. Not the way you'd have liked it but it might just serve us both well as we start to get to know one another face to face. Owen arrives and is stunned by how slick you look and instantly compliments you on how good you smell.
"You be sure to ring me and let me know he's not an axe murderer you hear!"
is the last thing he tells you before you head towards the open doors on the train. You've pushed the boat out and treated yourself to a first class seat so you can stretch out in style and this is the way we'll return to so it'll be a much quieter, less intruded upon first meeting as we have a small cabin to ourselves on the 4 hour journey back from the airport.
Luckily the flight was as smooth as a pond without the slightest ripple, which means I've slept like a baby and am wide eyed and bushy tailed by the time I land and psych myself up to meet you. As soon as I walk through the arrivals gate our eyes lock and rather than run at one another we mysteriously check each other out as I walk towards you.
"Hey Robin!"
are the first words out of my mouth as we finally meet. I lean forward and peck you on the cheek, not daring to presume I could do more and gently squeeze your shoulder as we engage in our first contact.
"Hey yourself smart ass!"
and so the ice is broken.
Luckily the train back to SK leaves in an hour so we go and grab a coffee at Starbucks, which gives us time to chat ourselves nearly to exhaustion, so that our coffee is cold before the waitress offers us fresh ones. We get them to go because the train will leave soon and so we head off together. On the way to the train our hands brush together at least a dozen times with a bolt of electricity sent streaming deep into our bodies each time contact is made, neither of us being brave enough at this stage to take the lead and hold the other's hand. I'm shocked and slightly annoyed that you should have stretched yourself to the first class section on the train but am grateful as its peak time and the rest of the train is packed.
All aboard and we're off, hurtling down the tracks through countryside that's alien to me. I'm on your turf now and so your confidence grows in that knowledge. The meal comes and goes swiftly and soon we're left with our bottle of wine and laughter as we make one another laugh.
"I'm gonna head off to the ladies room."
You announce and so I take the opportunity to go to the gents because the wine has not only gone straight to our heads but our bladders too. As soon as you get into the ladies you call Owen.
"He's frickin better than I thought ya'know! No axe murderer, you'll have to come over and meet him one afternoon this week, oh, and the accent, man – it's driving me to horny heaven and back – gotta run now."
