Chapter 2: The Meeting
The day was cold and wintry. The sky could barely hold the big black clouds That were suspended precariously above her head. Linda looked up at the heavily laden pillows of gray and she felt wet fluffy flakes of snow as they landed on her upturned face. She was one of those people who loved gray days like this. They felt cozy and dark to her and she wanted today to be a cozy one.
Linda was worried earlier that the snow would delay his flight but it just teased her with the threat of a storm. Only now, the flakes kissing her face were was the first sign of snow and his plane was about to land, so her fears were for naught.
Linda looked deliciously attractive in her blue-jeans and her low cut cowboy styled boots. Her jacket was waist length and she wore it open, showing her lovely rounded bottom when men peeked as she walked away from them. She was resting that cute bottom against her car with her arms and ankles crossed waiting for him in the airport parking lot. She lived in a town where the airport was small and the people deplaned on the airstrip. Passengers would leave the plane by climbing down some stairs to the pavement below. Linda's heart was beating at a dangerous pace, although to look at her, no one would suspect how nervous she was; she looked so calm, collected and beautiful.
Linda watched the many people leaving the terminal from her perch on her car that was parked back in the parking lot. She saw a young girl maybe eighteen years old or so, hugging two people who must have been her parents. They reluctantly let go and the "dad" picked up her case as they walked swiftly to their car to whisking them home to visit.
She saw a handsome man and her heart sped up just a bit more, wondering if that could be him; but a lovely blonde in a long black coat came through the door behind him and he turned to her as she took his arm and they raced to their car.
A family came out next. A little girl was crying and the mother dropped the smaller of the bags to stoop and talk to her. The father was holding a little boy in his arms and lugging the big suitcase in his other hand. This small group blocked Linda's view of the doorway so she did not see him standing there until the family climbed into the waiting cab at the curb.
As the cab pulled away, she looked up and saw him. He just stood there looking around before venturing forward as he did not know where she might be. He finally saw her. They looked into each others eyes from a distance and recognition caused a them both to smile. They had only spoken on the telephone and "talked" on their chat-line. She knew his style of type and his voice well but she had never set eyes on him, nor him on her. They had sent snapshots of each other in the mail but neither did the other justice when the time came for them to meet face to face.
Linda was shocked at herself at how shy she felt meeting him when they had been so intimate before in the medium of a chat-line or phone. He took long, purposeful strides and within seconds he was standing there before her.
He put down his suitcase at their feet and before she could say, "Hello, Chris" he had her in his arms and was kissing her. In years to come, when Linda remembers this moment as an old lady sitting in her rocking chair, she will be pleased to recollect that the first words from his mouth were, "You are even more beautiful than I had imagined."
Linda smiled and it turned to a nervous giggle, not sure what she should say. She ended up, just saying, "Thank you, Chris."
When he finally released her from his arms he put out his hand for her car keys. Handing them to him, she followed him to the trunk where he quickly stowed his suitcase. He passed her back the keys and held tight to her hand not letting go for a moment while he just looked into her beautiful eyes and smiled. Linda smiled back at him and waited for him to let go of her hand.
Behind the wheel of the car, Linda buckled up before she turned the key in the ignition. Nervously, she put the transmission into drive and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. She was very aware that Chris was still staring at her. Soft music was playing in the background from the car radio but neither of them were listening to it.
Chris spoke first. "I am so glad I came. I am so glad you agreed to let me come. I have dreamt of this day for months now. Are you happy, I am here?"
Turning her eyes from the road for just a minute, she looked at Chris and seriously answered him, "Yes, Chris, I am very happy you are here."
The hotel was not that far from the airport, so it was not long before Linda pulled into the parking lot of the very elegant hotel, the best hotel in her small town. Linda stood next to Chris as he signed for their room. Between signing the register and waiting for the clerk to do whatever it is clerks do, Chris leaned forward and kissed her again. The clerk prudently carried on with her work, pretending not to see. She must have known they were lovers off for an assignation but discreetly said nothing. This behaviour was surely not uncommon for hotel clerks to see.
Once the paperwork was in order, they went to the elevators and up to the top floor where privacy awaited their arrival. Chris leaned over for a kiss the second the the doors closed. Before they reached their floor, the doors opened to admit another couple. Linda jumped guiltily and before she lowered her eyes, she saw a small smile on the lips of the man as he covered his mouth to cough. The couple went up two more floors before they got off and left Linda and Chris to carry on alone. Finally, at their floor, they tread softly on the plush carpet looking at the brass signs with room numbers and arrows. They followed the one that showed them to their room and Chris unlocked the door.
Safely inside and finally alone, the door closed on it's own with a click. Chris dropped his bag and turned on a lamp and the room was bathed in soft light. The first piece of furniture that jumped into sight was the king sized bed with night tables on either side. Big curving windows overlooked the town, the heavy curtains were open and only soft cream coloured sheers impeded their view. Linda went to look out at the town, her town. Big fluffy snowflakes were falling from the sky landing on the pavement darkening it as it melted. Streetlights, lighting the way for pedestrians and motorists alike, who were all oblivious to her standing there watching them.
Silently Chris came up behind her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. His fingers gripping her jacket to slip it from her shoulders and he tossed it over with his own jacket on one of the two matching chairs. Linda kept looking out the window as she felt Chris's lips touch her neck from behind. The little hairs on the back of her neck prickled from the tickle of his breath even before his lips caressed her. She felt little goose-bumps on her arms beneath the soft blue sweater she was wearing. Chris stood closer to her; so close she could feel the heat of his body. His hands slipped to her hips holding her tight to him while his tongue traced a little path up her neck to her earlobes before he sucked each one into his mouth; first the right lobe and then the left.
Linda turned from the marvelous view and stepped into his arms and they kissed so tenderly. Chris, impatient now, slid his hands over her breasts feeling the soft mounds beneath her sweater. Her nipples puckered and he could feel the nubs pushing out through her bra and sweater, since they were so swollen. He liked that and he moaned his pleasure in her ear. Linda responded with tossing her head back baring a column of white throat for him to kiss and caress. His hands grabbed at the hem of her sweater and he tugged it over her head, a pin or two falling from her hair in the excitement, allowing pieces of silky tendrils to fall sexily to frame her pretty face.
Chris pushed her back from him by lightly placing his hands on her shoulders. Linda's body bathed in the soft light of the room, looked luscious to him. He saw a pretty face with eyes glazed in passion; hair with curls coming free to fall on her white soft shoulders. Her breasts with swollen nipples poking through the white lace of her bra and the little clasp just waiting to be opened between her breasts. Her ribs slightly visible above a flat tummy where the button of her jeans was still closed protecting the treasure below.
She is beautiful and he tells her this again as he sits her on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Chris lifts one of her slim legs and he tugs on her boot and then the other. He sees the gray woolen socks that she had always described to him when they were talking on the net and he would ask her what she was wearing. His hand holding her ankle high in the air he removes one sock and then the other.
Coming forward, his fingers reach for the clasp between her breasts and in seconds it flings open, exposing her rounded breasts to his view for the first time. His fingers reach and grip her nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger and smiles when she gasps in delight. He asks her to stand up and when she does his hand caresses her between her legs. Through her panties and thick jeans, Chris can tell from the mushy feel beneath his hand, that she is already wet and ready for him.
