My anticipation was growing by the minute, especially after the jets wheels touched down. I wondered again if I knew what I was getting myself into. What if she gets cold feet and decides not to show? What if she looks nothing like her pictures and I don't recognize her at the airport? What if she sees me and decides the I look different from my photos? What if...Oh, enough, I forced my mind to abandon all thoughts for a few moments and allowed myself to expect nothing.
One day before I had gotten a private message from Melia, a wonderful woman I had gotten to know (I hoped) in the past few months online and over the phone; she had taken her vacation and decided she wanted some company to help her relax. We had joked about it, but I guess she had been testing the waters, so to speak. Of course, after making sure of her wishes, I had dropped the few things I had going, searched for a quick flight, tossed some clothes in a bag (if things went well, I wouldn't need them), and made a run for the airport. I messaged Melia from the airport, letting her know when my flight arrived in Phoenix and hoped she'd be there. I figured I'd sleep on the six hour flight-yeah, sure.
I'm not normally this impulsive, but Melia really had me worked up, sharing many of the same interests, normal and sexual. Though a secondary concern, I hoped she looked like her photos and description: a thin, athletic brunette standing about 5' 3" with a face of an angel. I hoped I was not misjudging the situation, but rationalized that a person can never have too many friends, so if it went no further, that was fine.
Another agonizing twenty minutes passed before the plane was at the gate and I was finally walking-half jogging, up the ramp. I forced myself to slow down and not appear so anxious. At last I felt the cold air conditioned air of the terminal wash over me and stepped into the light and to the side so as to not block the other travelers.
I saw her immediately, about twenty feet away; maybe it was because she was the exact person in the pictures, but more likely had to do with her waving anxiously, jumping up and down and calling my name. As I walked towards her, my IQ dropped at least one point for each step-how do beautiful women do that to men?
"Wow, you look great!" she said as she pulled me down in a hug, sliding one hand slowly down my back to the top of my ass and leaning close enough to my ear to give it a nibble "and I can't wait to see the rest of you!"
"Can't wait to see the sights in lovely, hot Phoenix!" I said as I returned her hug.
"Well, we'd better get moving; it's gonna he hard enough-pun intended-keeping my hands off you for the long ride to my place-another hour, if we hurry." she said coyly.
"To be continued..." I said as we began walking briskly.
The drive was faster that expected, and Melia kept occupied by driving and pointing out landmarks as we breezed by them, explaining that we had enough sites on our agenda to see on this trip. Soon we were outside the city, with me briefly having trouble deciding which scenery was more beautiful-inside or outside; I finally decided on inside-hell I can see all of Arizona online, but Melia...
"It's tempting to pull over and have my way with you here and now..." she grinned at me as we pulled off of the main road onto a dirt lane "but I don't have any of my toys here...and we'll be there soon." she gave a knowing wink.
"More anticipation will bring even hotter relief, and I always prided myself on self control." I tried to sound like a meant it.
"We shall see about that!" she said as a house took form over the small rise. There were two empty parking places in front before we pulled in. She had explained that she had made arrangements with her roommate Megan so that Melia and I would have the house to ourselves for the first two days. After a brief tour and glance around, she asked me to sit at the small breakfast nook while we shared a bottle of water.
"I just wanted to test your resolve and control." she flirted.
"I think it would be good to get to know one another better." I countered.