The flight, steady and calm. The sun was beating down as I left San Francisco, I was smiling, nervous but happy. The nerves, not from the flight, not at all, but from the thought that at last, the day had arrived. The day I was going to meet the blonde I had exchanged words with over the screen these past few months. The blonde that had brightened my life, the blonde I loved chatting to, laughing at, laughing with, smiling at, smiling with, the blonde I had made love to, made love with, the blonde I had fucked, licked, the blonde that fucked me, sucked me. Yes, the day had finally arrived.
I sat in my seat, my thoughts during the short flight, causing a familiar stirring in my Levi's, wondering if you were as nervous as I? Wondering if you were having a similar feeling? Wondering if your nipples ached, if your pussy ached, just like my cock ached? I wonder. I wonder indeed.
Eyes closed, the thoughts, the images, the smiles all coming back. Thoughts of the first sighting, thoughts of the first kiss, thoughts of the first touch, the first smile, the first time for everything. The thoughts, bright, light, happy tinged with a little trepidation but also with the knowledge that we will be fine, we will be happy we will have fun.
The seat belt sign flashed, that didn't concern me, mine had remained on, but I sighed and smiled. I was arriving, I was nearly here and so would you be in less than an hour. That hour would give me time to relax, have a beer or two, settle the nerves.
The landing smooth and soft, as smooth as I envisaged your skin, as soft as your hair, hair that I would, over the weekend, during the relaxation time, during the rehabilitation time, be stroking as you lay there, on my lap, watching the television. As soft as the skin I would be stroking, fingers idly tracing over your soft body, idly running over your nipples, your breasts, your hips, relaxing. Yes, that soft and smooth.
The luggage glided around, I spotted my small weekend case, smiling at the cute blonde as my arm, unintentionally, brushed the swelling of her breast. Thoughts turning directly to your breasts, the 34C breasts that soon, so soon would be mine to see, touch, kiss, fondle and later, fuck. Breasts that would be adorned by hard nipples, nipples that I would stroke, kiss, twist, suck, tug, roll, nipples that would be, at sometime over the weekend, be covered with my cum, splattering your breasts, nipples, lips, face, hair.
I smiled as I made my way to the nearest flight information screen, looking, heart racing, for details of your flight. I smiled, no delays reported.
Taking the bottle of Budweiser, I drank, thirstily. Maybe it was the nerves too? Maybe because I knew that within 45 minutes, your sliver bird would be landing, big black tires screeching along the asphalt runway, coming to a halt, bringing my blonde to me, bringing to me a sweet, beautiful, sexy, slim blonde, the blonde who will be sharing the bed with me, the blonde that will be held close to me during the night, the blonde that would be awoken with my cock gently easing into her pussy as I wake. The blonde whose pussy I will be filling with the explosion needed, craved, wanted. An explosion that she would feel, the pent up explosion, powerful.
The second bottle, drunk at a more leisurely pace, savoring the cold liquid, the cooling liquid, settling the stomach churning, the nerves. I look around, looking at the milling of the people, the weary people, the happy people, but surely, surely no-one is happier than I at this moment in time. I am at the top of the world, at the top of Everest. I am happy, so happy, but nervous too.
The clock approaches the hour, the flight screen tells me your silver bird is still on time. Just 10 minutes from now, that bird will be landing, bringing you to me, me to you, us together. I order a Jack and coke, pay the tab and turn on the stool, trying to spot your plane arriving, so many to choose from though. I smile as I take a deep drink of the whisky.