Its Friday, and the excitement of her upcoming trip is all around her. She packs up the last of her things, tidies up her house and drives to the airport. Going over everything in her head she hopes she hasn't forgotten anything. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and her mind wanders to the fact that for the next week and a half she won't be needing much other than her body.
She pulls into the parking spot, gets out her bags, and discourages herself from running to the airport departures to check in. Gosh she wants to get there fast. Thankfully, she was smart to book an over-night flight so she can sleep while en route. Just in time for boarding, she really does need to sprint to her gate. She steps on the plane, another step closer to her destination. Her heart beats quicker, her breath comes faster, she sinks into her seat, and relaxes her whole body. Waits for take off, signals the attendant (first class has its perks), gets a glass of wine that she chugs. Then settles in with the requested pillow and blanket drifting to sleep.
She feels a hand on her shoulder, but pauses before opening her eyes. As the female flight attendant hurriedly says, "Miss, Miss, we are landing please put your seat up!"
Her eyes shoot open as she realizes that it's time. She sits upright, makes her seat join her and tries not to panic that the time is near, anticipation and fear are running through her. Her hands tightly grip the arms of her chair and, the plane reaches her arrival gate. She hurriedly grabs her stuff, bundles it in her arms and gets ready to deplane. Once off she looks around to find the pictures for the bathroom. She rushes in, washes her face, gets some fresh clothes on and goes to retrieve the rest of her baggage. Once she has all her bags she goes through customs and starts looking for him, knowing how he will smell, how good she will feel, once she is in his arms.
Finding him right away, her smile gets wider, and her body trembles with excitement. Her feet have a mind of their own and take off in a run to greet him. Reaching him she is unsure of whether to kiss or hug or run her hands all over him to be sure he is real. She inhales deeply as she gets close to him, her senses erupting with fire as she takes hold of him and lands his outstretched arms. Eventually she pulls back from him a little as her eyes move over his body, knowing what she wants to do to him, and she gets as close to him as she can. Goose bumps form on her skin as his hand reaches for hers and their fingers intertwine.
He pulls her close, and wraps his arms around her so tight, she squeaks as he squeezes her. She looks up and he looks down as their lips meet, an electric current coursing through her. Her body comes alive, reacting in ways that seem too much for a simple but powerful kiss. Closing her eyes, taking it all in, she notices the wetness between her thighs is far more than it was, and her nipples hard and peaked. Wanting more, she leans around him, looking for somewhere - anywhere, to steal him away. Her eyes searching frantically, she finds a corner in the distance; not many people around, her eyes jolt back to his, sparkling sure to be there as she gently pulls him to the corner. She is grateful that he follows easily, willingly.
