I stepped off the plane, looking for the red hair and snapping blue eyes I'd only seen in photographs. Behind me, soft white arms wrapped around me and a voice in my ear whispered "I'm so glad you're here". I turned around, uttered a cry of joy at finally seeing Julia in person, and promptly wrapped my own arms around her. She kissed my cheek and disengaged the hug. "We're going to have so much fun!"
"We better. If we sit around for a week, I'm going to have to tell all our friends that you're utterly boring."
"Never!" Julia slid her arm through mine and we wandered toward the baggage claim area to pick up my luggage. I hadn't brought much, since I knew I'd only be there for a week, and I knew that Julia wore my size in clothes, so I'd be set if I ran out of stuff to wear. After my one suitcase came off the carousel, we walked through the garage and settled into her old, well kept car.
"It's only twenty minutes home if I take you the long way. Want to see the sights?"
"Sure!" I replied. I just couldn't believe I was with Julia in person. We'd been chatting online for more than a year, and this trip had been planned for months. We'd always flirted. She'd ask in chatrooms who was the sexiest lady in the world, and I'd always announce that it was her. Julia really was sexy in person, too, I discovered after I'd had a chance to get a good look at her as she drove me to her apartment. Long, curly red hair, big blue eyes, and a voluptuous figure were Julia's good points. I couldn't find any bad points. She was perfect. Maybe things would work out as I'd planned. And hoped. And wished. In her apartment, Julia had me set my suitcase next to her bed.
"You said you wouldn't mind sleeping with me. My couch is being reupholstered, and it's either the floor or my bed."
"It's fine. I'm a coverhog, though!" I was a little nervous.
"No worries, babes. I've got plenty of extra covers." I noticed the video camera on the dresser. Maybe Julia had been planning for the same events as I was.
"Julia, do you mind if I take a shower? I've been sitting on a plane or in an airport all day." Julia nodded, and grabbed a towel from the shelf.
"It's right through that door, hon. You can use my shampoo and soap." I grinned at her and headed into the bathroom. I stripped down and hung the towel on the hook. I set the temperature of the water to a little warmer than usual, to help myself wake up from the long day on the plane. As I shampooed my hair (her shampoo smelled wonderful!) I felt a rush of cold air as the curtain opened. Julia stepped into the tub, naked, with me. I was still nervous.
"Hi. I thought you might need some help."
Ok. I am perfectly qualified in the use of indoor plumbing. But I'll take an opening when I can get one.