I was so anxious...
Couldn't remember a moment I felt more excited than this.
I was wondering whether my heartbeat can be heard by others who are standing nearby me. It was that much louder than I ever felt in my life.
I looked at the Digital clock above me which runs at snail's pace. Then I was looking at my wrist watch which also running at the lowest pace I have ever seen. I would have thought my watch had stopped working unless the other clocks around the Airport Lobby area did not show the same time as 7.20 PM. Her Flight landed about 20 minutes ago. She must be waiting for her baggage to get cleared.
There were lots of seats vacant in the sitting area. But I couldn't sit. My legs want me to stand. To walk. Sitting in one place is felt so difficult thing to do at that time. So I was standing, walking two or three steps here and there. Any one who stare at me could notice how anxious I'm. And this is not my normal status as I very rarely get excited like this.
For the 100th time in past one hour, I was looking at the mirrored wall beside me and making sure I looked fine. I was afraid. I was afraid she will be unhappy about my Looks. Am I good looking enough for her? Will she get disappointed after she saw me..? Will she be upset after looking at my rather dark skin? Is my face looking presentable enough? I never had a problem with my looks before. In my country's standards I was a good looking and handsome guy and I knew it...but will that be enough for her? She is white. Her skin colour was one of the most perfect colours which every man would dream of.
Hundreds of travelers were walking past me. But still I did not see the one for whom my heart beat for. My eyes waiting for...
Although her Flight was landed about twenty minutes ago, she still not appeared by the door which was opening and closing automatically when people passing by. The each time the door opens up my heart skipping a beat. But when I see a guy or a Old bloke appearing thru it I was cursing him. And each time a Good looking Girl appears my legs goes weak like Marshmallow. But sooner I get disappointed, because it was not her. I know it's not her. She told me she would wear Black Colour. Also I know "Princess Emma's marvelous figure.
I have never seen "Princess Emma" before. So I do not know how her face looks like. Not even in pictures, its kind of funny & riddiculas to think that although I have seen several pictures of her, still I have not seen her face. All of those are the photos are of her magnificent, beautiful & picture perfect body. Each time I looked at those, I go mesmerized. Even though I have seen thousands of Nude pictures of beautiful girls & Porn Stars, I never saw more perfect breast like she has. It was in Perfect size & perfect colour. Not hanging even for slightest. And the most perfect shape which every man would dream to see, touch, play & suck. And every girl would envy for, the one of the Best the God has created.
We met first in an Adult online forum which discussed lot about Sex, Girls, Relationships & SEX. I was addicted to this forum and the contents of it. Mostly it was the Guys who are posting in this site but there are few sexy ladies too. But whenever a girl (or a person who are in a Girls name) posting, that post will receive the most comments. The main reason I initiate to write to her by a private message due to the reason that my User ID was Prince Charming and her ID was "Princess Emma". After familiarizing with each other in the public forum, I sent a Private message to her with the fear in my mind for thousand times whether she will reject me or not reply for it. But when I saw the reply on the next day on my computer I was elated and relieved.
Our communications were always about sex. She was a more of a "Sex Teacher" for me than a friend. Because she was teaching me the things which I did not know about how to give pleasure to woman and what women think about sex...the real picture. Not the fantasy world which shows in Porn. Yet writing to her and chatting with her was a fantasy come true for me. She had more experience in sex than me.
We had so many of mails exchanged. So many online erotic chatting. by each one mail we got closer and closer together. The trust for each other has been ever developing. We shared information about our lives but were careful not to reveal their
True Identity to each other. She has told me about her childhood, her relationships with others, about work, about her sexual experiences, about her place and her inner most secret desires and fantasies. But she never revealed her true identity. I didn't even know her real name (until few days back). I called her "Princess" or "Emma" as that was her user name in the forum. And she called me as "Prince".
We both were sure that we would not meet forever as we both lived two different sides of the World. She was born in France and I was born in Asian country but working in Dubai for a Logistic Firm.
So we both knew each other we could trust and share other's feelings without any commitments. We had several Cyber sex sessions in which we both masturbated thinking each other and achieving orgasms together. The mutual understanding between each other was brilliant. We both always wished that we could be together and do whatever the things we discussed by mails and chat truly. Actual meeting is so unlikely however... it seems but time had other plans.
One day...when I checked my mails I saw a heading says "HAPPY NEWS". And it was from my darling Emma. With excitement I opened the mail and saw
"My Dearest Prince, I wanted to tell you very happy news. My company is sending me for a conference which will be held at Dubai, Conference will be held for 3 days and I will be there for 5 days. Finally I would be able to see you", I will be staying at Marriot Hotel in Dubai. Will you be able to Pick me up from the Airport?"
I froze. I could not breathe properly. That was one of my dream come true. I immediately replied conveying my happiness and welcoming her.
Since that day I was counting days....sorry.....I was counting minutes...may be seconds...I was taking care of my looks than ever before...so much time I spent in front of the mirror like a girl....so many hair styles tried out...checking out many dresses to wear...I never felt this much excitement before.
Now, at last ...after spending like thousands of years....I'm standing....in the Airport. Till she come out, to take her in to my arms, to give her the hug which will tell how much I care for her. To kiss her to her lips, which will tell her how much I love her. To touch her body, which will tell her how much I'm burning to feel her.
I told her I will wait for her near the "Starbucks" cafe situated inside Airport lobby area so she should easily locate me. So I was waiting beside Starbucks. The aroma of mocha made me thirst for good pick-me up coffee. So I went inside of the Cafe' and placed the order for Vanilla flavored medium brewed Latte. And brought the smoking and bubble filled coffee and came out-side of the cafe. Again my eyes were searching for my beloved sexy princess.
But all of a sudden....a voice called behind me...
"Prince...?"
I froze in my tracks. The voice was sultry, smokily seductive and oh-so-perfect. It was a voice I had memorized in my mind, and I almost sprouted wood just from hearing it. My head alone rotated to the left before my eyes went wide.
There she was standing.........Like an Angel who just descended from Heaven....
She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders which gives small waves even though there is no any wind.
Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Oh those eyes..Blue, Green or Ash, I could not exactly guess the colour...Most sexiest glare, so bright glare. Sending 1000 watts electric waves throughout my body....