Jess looked out the window at the mountains surrounding the airport. There was nothing quite like it at home. She lived in the heart of the very flat mid-west and she usually found the jagged peaks enthralling. But not today. Today she was more concerned with what was waiting for her in the terminal. Or, more precisely, who.
That was if he was even there at all. Marc had said he would be there, but real life frequently had a knack of getting in their way. And she had a secret belief that probably dated back to parochial school that if she wanted something too much it wouldn’t happen. Jessica wanted this more than anything she had wanted in a long, long, long time.
Of course, this was something she shouldn’t even want. But Jessica had been locked in a lackluster marriage for far too long. Her husband was married to his job first and his family came in a distant second. When the opportunity to attend this seminar had come up at work she had jumped at it. Fortunately her parents had been only too happy to spoil Emi for the weekend so her trip wouldn’t impact Robert’s schedule at all. He had actually been relieved that he wouldn’t have to fit any ‘family time’ into the inevitable golf tournament of the weekend.
The plane couldn’t possibly taxi any slower to the gate. She checked her makeup again and noticed that the hand holding her compact had a tell-tale shake to it. Maybe she shouldn’t worry about his showing up but her own sudden onslaught of nerves. Jess felt like a teenager on her first date, for heaven’s sake, not a thirty-three year old wife and mother.
Finally the plane pulled up to the gangway and the passengers started to stand up and collect their belongings in that agonizingly slow crush for the door. Jessica tugged her carry on bag out from under the seat and, with a death grip around the strap of her purse, she made her way past the flight attendants and into the airport terminal. She followed the crowd toward the security check-point, vowing to herself that if he wasn’t there she wouldn’t be upset. Instead she would knock back a venti latte and overdose on something decadent and chocolaty.
But he was there as promised. Marc stood away from the crowd a bit against a wall on the other side of security waiting for her. Jess would’ve recognized him anywhere. Even if they had never actually met she had seen pictures, talked online via webcam. A smile spread across her face and her pace picked up a bit, eager to finally be near him. When he continued to look right at her and not smile her step faltered and she wondered if maybe he wasn’t as happy to see her.
Jessica held out her free hand uncertainly at her side, wondering if it wasn’t too late to change her mind and slink back to her gate when a smile of recognition lit his handsome face. Until that point she hadn’t noticed the piece of paper in his hand, which he slowly turned around. He had written her screen name on it. No one else watching would have stood the significance of it, but she did. He was there to meet the woman he knew online.
She quickly covered the rest of the distance between them and came to a stop in front of him.
‘Damn,
’ Jess thought in surprise. ‘
He’s even better looking in person.
’ She kept waiting for him to be unappealing to her, figuring then the spell would be broken but it just never seemed to happen. “Hi.” Uncertain of the proper etiquette when meeting a cyber lover for the first time she settled for a quick hug.
Marc held her close for a long moment, his hands spanning her hips possessively. “It’s NICE to finally meet you.” She felt his embrace tingle in all the right places.
“I wasn’t too sure there for a sec.” She confessed, allowing him to take her suit case and lead her away from the mêlée of people waiting for other disembarking passengers.
“I couldn’t see you.” He admitted, scrutinizing her now as they walked. “I can’t see a damned thing in here in my sunglasses and I left my other glasses in the car.”
Jess shook her head in disbelief, still a little stunned that this was actually happening. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“You didn’t think I was going to be here?” Marc stopped and looked at her seriously. “If I say I’m going to be here I’m going to be here.”
Grinning, Jessica stepped up as close as she felt she could manage in such a public place. Subtly she rubbed her breasts against his forearm. “I’m so glad I was wrong.”
His brown eyes widened slightly and the smile returned to his face. As they waited to pick up her connecting boarding pass they talked as if they were old friends, falling into the easy familiarity that had made their relationship unique from the out start. “I checked the flight times before I left home. It said you were going to be late. I was surprised when I got here and the board said your flight was already in.”
“Yeah…I had a little talk with the pilots, had to give them all blow jobs to get here on time.” She teased. “So my cheeks are a little sore.”
Marc laughed. She liked the sound of it; rich and genuine, not too loud or boorish. “Good thing. I was pretty pissed. I didn’t want to lose any time with you.”
“Well, here I am.” Jess replied with a happy shrug.
“Yes you are.” He agreed, looking her over appreciatively. “And you look great.” Subtly Marc’s hand skimmed down her back and slowly over her ass. “Really great.”
Standing in line was making her crazy. She wanted to touch him back, wanted to kiss him, wanted him to kiss her. Instead she prattled on about her flight, the weather and whatever else she could think of to distract her from her purpose. “And getting to the airport this morning was a breeze. It only took about half an hour. Left super early because I wasn’t sure what traffic would be like.”
“You really are blonde.” He reached out and gently pushed at a lock of her hair, having tuned out her ramblings as he studied her. “It looks more red on the cam.” Marc’s glance wandered down over her chest. “And those are perfect.” He moved his mouth close to her ear and added, “I am so hard for you right now.”
“You are?” Jessica squeaked in surprise, her eyes immediately dropping to the swelling in his pants.
“You are HOT Baby.” Marc assured her, gently propelling her toward the ticket counter where she was next in line. Once her boarding pass was taken care of they headed away from the gate area. “Do you want to see the car now?”
The car was a jet black 1966 Lincoln Continental convertible that Marc had recently acquired. The question was posed to give her the out if she wanted it and for that she was grateful. “You bet!” She had finally gotten this far and there was no way she was going to turn down the offer to see his baby and to be alone with him; or as alone as you could possibly be in an international airport.
In the elevator Jessica brushed against him again, enjoying the role of tease and the feeling of freedom it gave her. The art of seduction was not something she was very practiced at. But today, because he had made the effort to come and meet her, was responding to her efforts, Jess felt like maybe she could be that fantasy wanton that she had always imagined.
As soon as they were in the open air parking garage he lit a cigarette, looking at her apologetically. “Sorry. Hope you don’t mind.”
“No problem.” Jessica waved off his concern.
‘Right about now I could use one myself.
’ She thought, wondering briefly just how nuts she was to walk out of the airport to the waiting vehicle of a relative stranger. Of course, Marc didn’t FEEL like a stranger. On the contrary, he felt entirely too familiar.
