Ten Weeks Later
Saturday
I was standing in the Arrivals hall in Terminal 4 at Heathrow airport holding an enormous bouquet of stargazer lilies. I could barely contain my excitement. My Angel and I would be reunited soon. I would hold her, touch her, smell her, kiss her for the first time in an age and I couldn't wait.
I watched the board, waiting for confirmation that her flight had landed. It said it would be about fifteen minutes late.
I had been there for an hour already. I had got up very early that morning, almost too excited to sleep. I had decided well in advance what I would wear so I was in my navy blue, satin sleeveless Bardot dress that comes to just above the knee, the skirts flaring out from the waist, the wide shoulder straps hiding my bra, the heart shape of the bodice front showing my dΓ©colletage. On my feet I had my three inch spike, silver strap heels. Over my shoulder was my matt silver mini handbag with just my car fob, parking ticket, house keys and a small present for my Angel.
I stood there, my heart aflutter, and thought back to the last time I had seen and held her.
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After she had gone through security I had felt lost and alone. I was desperate. In a complete daze I went out to the taxi rank and, like an automaton, climbed into a taxi, my suitcase with me, and instructed him where I wanted to go. It was quite a distance so I'm sure he was happy with the fare but I was so lost that his attempts to engage me in conversation fell flat and he eventually gave up after my monosyllabic responses made it clear I wasn't in the mood.
When we arrived at my cottage I paid him in cash and went in, through to my bedroom. On autopilot I had unpacked my case, filled the washing machine, put my phone on charge on my bedside cabinet, undressed and finally lay on the bed and let the feelings overtake me.
I cried.
A lot.
I felt so lost, so isolated, so alone for the first time in as long as I can remember. The last time I had been at the cottage I had been alone but not like this, this was agony.
I had finally fallen asleep and was woken the next morning by a bleep from my phone. The sun was starting to stream through my windows. I hadn't even bothered to close the curtains. In my dreams I had imagined that she was with me, the big spoon, holding me, so it was a horrible crash to reality when I once again felt that complete isolation and loneliness.
Slightly bleary eyed I rolled over and looked at my phone.
There was a text.
From my Angel.
'Sorceress, we just landed. I'll call you when I get home to my apartment. Maybe a couple of hours. I miss you. I love you. Your Angel. Xxxx'
My heart lifted a little. Finally we were connected again. I would hear her voice again.
I got up, showered and went through to my bedroom. I was so excited and I wanted to look my best for her. I put on a fawn, slightly translucent, long sleeved mini-dress. It's very short, only just long enough to protect one's modesty, but I wasn't really planning on going anywhere. I didn't bother with underwear.
I busied myself with putting the washing into the drier and putting a small pile of clothes together to take for dry cleaning. I was just about to take the pile out to my car for the next day when my phone rang.
I ran to my bedroom and picked it up, answering immediately when I saw it was her.
"Angel!"
"Sorceress. My god I miss you."
Her warm voice in my ear sent little, familiar tingles through me.
"I miss you too, Angel. So much it hurts."
"Yes, it does. A lot."
"How was your flight, Angel?"
"Long, boring and lonely. I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times to have a private cry."
I decided we needed, for both our sakes, to lift the conversation.
"So, what are your plans for today?"
She chuckled, "I plan to try to sleep. I am exhausted. I didn't sleep much. What about you? Planning on going anywhere?"
"No. If you could see me you would see I am not dressed in a way that would allow me to go out."
She laughed and the sound made me want to be with her even more, "Oh no, Sorceress. Don't tell me you're wearing jeans?"
I laughed with her, "No, Angel. Just that my dress is rather short, a little see through and I have no underwear on."
There was a brief pause before she said, "You can even make me wet at this distance, Sorceress. I think my pussy is under your spell."
I imagined seeing her naked again and suddenly had a thought.
"Angel, have you got a camera on your laptop or a tablet or something?"
I could hear the realisation in her voice, "Yes! I do. You have an iPad don't you? We could FaceTime!"
I ran and got my iPad and we spent the next few minutes sharing details and connecting and then, there she was. Her beautiful face staring at me, those dark eyes which I fell into and I just touched her face on the screen.
I said quietly, my voice cracking a little, "Hello Angel."
She was smiling, her dimples showing, "Hello Sorceress. This is better. A lot better."
"Yes. It is. Would you like me to show you round the cottage?"
I watched her eyes as she stared and said, "Not right now. What I need to see is this outrageous dress."
I smiled and said, "Your wish is my command, Angel," and placed the iPad down on the bedside table, moving back so that everything from my head down to about my knees was visible.
There was a soft whistle and she said, "Oh. Yes. I can see how that would be difficult to go out in. Why have you got a dress you can't wear outdoors?"
I moved back to be close to her, sitting on the bed and holding the iPad in my lap, "Oh, I can, I just have to make sure I have underwear. It's more a beach dress than anything. I just wanted to feel a certain way when I spoke to you."
She smiled, "I'm sorry to say I'm not in anything half as gorgeous as that. Just jeans and a blouse."
"Which is still a wonderful outfit for me. Let me see?"
She obviously arranged her iPad on some stand and moved back. I saw the walls of her apartment briefly, but only had eyes for her. She stood there in her jeans, her black blouse, her ponytail. It all brought back such wonderful memories.
It was at this point that I watched, mesmerised as she undid her blouse, shrugged it off, undid her jeans, slid them down, doing a delightful strip tease. I could feel very definite tingles and a distinct dampness between my legs and I felt my nipples stiffen.
I watched her remove her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts, the dark areola and darker, stiff nipples clearly visible. Next she lowered her panties and I saw her dark triangle of hair and I was transported. I could sense her, taste her, smell her.
She walked back towards me and once more her face was mostly all I could see.
"You need to see what effect you're having on me, Sorceress."
The camera viewpoint moved and suddenly I was seeing the familiar folds of her pussy, her very wet and puffy lips, slightly open, exposing her inner pinkness. Little Angel was standing out and I saw her finger slide down over and start stroking.
She moaned softly, "Oh, god. I need you."
I lifted my dress and put my iPad on the bed between my now open legs, making sure she could see how wet and ready I was.
"You see, Angel. I need you too."
We sat like that, watching each other, playing with ourselves. I could feel my orgasm rising as our fingers danced together. I watched as her contractions started and could feel the same thing in me.
I heard her say, "I'm coming for you, Anna. Oh god, oh god."
"I'm coming with you, Angel. Oh... oh... fuck."
It washed through me, up from my clit, along the surface and then diving deep within me, the wonderful sense of release, the wonderful feelings of being there for each other, with each other. Our psychic link working even over this great distance.
As I slowed down I saw her matching me and eventually we stopped and brought the cameras up so that we could see each other again.
"Oh god, Angel. That was wonderful."
"Yes, it was. Not as good as being with you but this might make the time pass more pleasantly."
I smiled, "I love you so much, Angel."