The trip wasn't long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed.
The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I'd passed the in-flight meal.
It had been just a few months we'd been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on Face Book. The messages at first were fairly plan but exploratory. Each message got a bit more detailed. We'd exchanged pictures, moving from ones that my mom was particularly pleased with to some that were taken totally without her knowledge and permission.
The man next to me, the one that had spent nearly the entire trip trying to either engage me in conversation or look down my blouse, tried once more to 'score' himself a teenager for the weekend. It was amusing to see him try to see my boobs even when they were teeny. My 34 A/B breasts were mainly nipples if you want to know the truth. I guess he saw them poking against the white blouse you had told me to wear. I'd also had to keep pulling down the short dress you had insisted I wear to meet you. My squirming, as the thong you had sent me had ridden up, may have given him some hope. Anyhow, I refused to even look at him. As he walked up the aisle ahead of me I saw he was at least an inch shorter than my 5'8". I tossed my head and my brunette hair shook with disdain.
I thought about what I'd told my mom about this 3-day trip over a school holiday and hoped she'd never find out the real reason. She thought I was taking a school field trip. Since it was my freshman year at the University and I was doing so well, she allowed as maybe this trip was deserved. My dad had called from San Francisco with well-wishes and to ensure I'd received the extra money. My mom's blonde hair was disheveled from our hugging and her crying. You'd never have guessed she was just 41. I'd never been away from her before except to visit my dad. Oh God, little did she know I was probably going to come home totally changed. I just prayed it wasn't going to show on the outside.
The walk down the rampway was both exciting but felt perilous too. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day. My knees were telling me I might not make it all the way. You were going to meet me in the lobby in the main terminal. Although we'd emailed and chatted almost every day in the past 2 weeks, finally meeting face to face was beginning to be more breathtaking every moment.
You'd describe yourself, sent pictures, some so graphic I didn't need an explanation, and I'd done the same. I pictured you in my mind, tall, professional, attractive, sexy, and aggressive. Your sharing on your webcam couldn't do you justice; I just knew you were going to be soooooooooo much more. The trepidation I was feeling was, 'what if you don't like me once we meet?' Well also, I was starting to have second thoughts as to what was going to happen to me and what I was going to do or have to do. Or, have done to me.
My second thoughts were almost like I felt the first time I'd gone scuba diving in open water. I know I'd trained and been certified but it was in a 15' swimming pool. As I sat on the rail of the boat, my back to the water, my stomach was going 90 miles per hour. God, what was down there, what would happen, would I do something stupid, would I panic???? Then, as I rolled backwards off the 4' rail, the fear was mixed with anticipation at the same time. It was scary but exciting at the same time. The feeling was addictive. I was feeling that now as I looked excitedly but fearfully around the waiting area for the one I'd promised I'd come to visit for several days.
