I'm on my way to a conference in Orlando and I'm a nervous wreck. Flying doesn't bother me but I'm finally going to meet in person the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I pray she's not disappointed by me. Doubts fill my mind. "Will she be there or will she get cold feet? Will she like what she sees or will she just visit for awhile and make some excuse and leave?" No promises had been made in our last e-mail just that she would try to meet me at the airport. Finally, the plane lands and taxis up to the gate – I will soon have the answers to my questions.
As I walk into the airport my eyes seek her out – searching for her long, blonde hair, those hypnotic green eyes, that million-dollar smile, and her Barbie-like figure to no avail – she's nowhere to be seen. I sigh in resignation, adjust my shoulder-bag with my laptop, and head to the luggage pick-up. As I walk, I catch glimpses of a woman down the corridor, she's bending over with her rear facing me – apparently adjusting a strap on one of her high heels. I admiringly notice that part of her cheeks and thong are exposed since her short, short, black skirt couldn't possibly cover all of her in that position when WHAM – it hits me. I recognize that perfect ass!!! It's her! She actually showed up! I will finally get to meet Lindsey – the girl I've dreamt about for months!
I slowly approach her, admiring the view (which is even better in person) and hoping I don't say something incredibly stupid. She slowly stands up, flips her hair back, and turns to go towards the gate I just came out of. I step in front of her and say, "Uh, Lindsey? Hi, I'm Hoss." She steps back, somewhat surprised, then as recognition hits I'm rewarded with her million-dollar smile and a "Hi Hoss, it's so good to finally meet you in person!" With that, she gives me a big hug, smashing her perfect breasts into my chest. My tool instantly responds to her touch, straining against my jeans. I hope she doesn't notice but as she breaks the embrace, she gives me a wicked grin and tells me, "I see you're glad to see me too. If you're a good boy, maybe we can do something about that later." As my face turns beet red, she laughs and says, "Come on, let's get your luggage and find someplace where we can talk."
As we walk, I can see her looking me over out of the corner of her eye. She's seeing a guy in his mid-thirties, 6'2" tall, brown hair, one blue eye, one green eye, and a goatee. I'm called Hoss by my friends because I used to be about the same size as Hoss Cartwright from that old western, Bonanza, and I wear cowboy boots whenever I can. Over the last several months I have lost 60 pounds through diet and exercise and I now weigh 220 pounds with good muscle definition. While I could still stand to lose another 5 pounds or so, I was in pretty good shape. I'm wearing a black, fitted shirt which shows off my biceps and hints at my well-defined chest and hint of a six-pack (I need to do more sit-ups). My tight wranglers and cowboy boots finish off my attire. Lindsey must have liked what she saw because I noticed her checking out my ass when I bent over to pick up my suitcase.