Author's note: This story was written by special request for a friend. Let's call her Sarah. She has also contributed to the storyline, and helped me with editing. Thanks so much Sarah.
Oh, and there's more to come of this one!
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He stood by the Arrivals gate at Heathrow Terminal 4. The 747 from LA had touched down half-an-hour before, and a trickle of passengers was beginning to emerge from Customs, wearing the dazed expressions which follow any long overnight flight. The journey must have been about twelve or thirteen hours, he thought. He'd flown that far a few times, so he knew how it felt. They'd all be wrecked. He knew he had to be gentle and supportive for the women he was meeting.
He was nervous. Very nervous. He had never before even imagined meeting someone he'd encountered through Lit.com, and now it was about to happen. He'd volunteered to show the women round when they came to London. He'd been chatting to Sarah for months online, after she'd sent him some kind comments on a story he'd published on Lit. Over time the chatting had got quite steamy and personal, but that had been online fantasy.
Now he was going to meet her for real, and her two friends, Anne and Sue. He had no idea how things might develop. His job was to show them round London for a few days, and he knew this was their first visit to Europe. So he was determined to be as good a tourguide as possible. It wasn't business this time: he'd volunteered because he knew Sarah, sort of. And, yes, he'd lusted after her, as their online chat got hotter. They had even once watched each other masturbate online, but she had refused to do it again for him. But that was all fantasy. This was hard reality. He knew he couldn't really expect her to want sex.
The trickle of passengers through the gate swelled to a crowd and it became harder to distinguish anybody. But he was the only man at Arrivals wearing a kilt, so he was confident they would recognise him.
He was momentarily distracted by something, and the next second there they were, three woman with luggage-laden carts, standing before him. He assessed them briefly as he moved to hug them each in turn, expressing concern about how their flight had been, words of welcome to the UK. They were all interesting in different ways, but his eyes were focussed on Sarah. She was quite a bit younger than her friends and she was so sexy. He embraced her last, and felt his cock rising as he kissed her. She pressed her plump body into his as they folded together. He knew in that instant that before she left London, he had to have her.
He guided them through the maze of the busiest international airport in the world, down to where the Heathrow Express was waiting to whisk them into central London. As they moved the three women were chatting, the confused jumble of thoughts and emotions of anyone arriving overtired in a different culture.
They managed to find an empty table for four on the train, and he noted that Sarah held back a moment, then slid into the seat opposite her friends, so he had to sit beside her. They settled for the twenty-minute train-ride and he moved his thigh under the table so it pressed lightly on hers. He needed her to be aware that he wanted her...He dared to hope that he felt her delicious thigh move against his, just a tiny shy signal?
A brief taxi-ride from Paddington Station saw them to their hotel, and after he helped them in with their luggage, he hovered behind them as they signed in. He lusted after Sarah's full and shapely arse as she bent to sign the register.
Formalities were complete. He smiled at them: Maybe we should sit for a few minutes with coffee or tea, so you can think about what you want to do now? It's eight-thirty here, but I know your body-clocks are still thousands of miles away, and I know you can't have slept properly on the plane. If I were you now I'd want to get some sleep, but let me get you some breakfast so you can collect your minds, then tell me what you want to do?
They nestled into a comfy curved settee in the lobby and a waitress took their orders. Okay lassies, he said: I suspect I have more experience of long-flight jetlag than you do. I've found, for my body, that the best thing to do is get a few hours' sleep after the flight, but not too many, maybe just three or four hours. If I do that I've enough energy to make the most of the rest of the day, then in the evening I go to bed fairly early, and I'm pretty much back to normal by the next morning. If you want to do that, I'll go attend to things at home and come back to help start your London exploration about lunchtime. Or, if you're not too tired and want to start your adventures now, I'm here for you. It's up to you?
Their breakfast arrived and the three women spoke as they sipped and ate. Anne and Sue wanted to rest, but Sarah said she'd had some sleep on the plane and wanted to start her holiday now. He was aroused at the thought, and pressed his thigh firmly against hers under the table.
Sue and Anne slipped to the lift to get some rest. He gazed into Sarah's eyes, bent to kiss her mouth: So, my dear, he said, what would you like to do with this lovely morning? Her lips parted hesitantly as he kissed her. Despite their online relationship she was very nervous now she was on her own with him. His arms moved round her and he pulled her to him. And felt her reluctance.
I'm, mmm, I'm not too sure, she whispered. He kissed her neck and felt his cock rise gently under the kilt. His fingers discreetly feathered her breasts and she sighed.
Well, maybe I could make a couple of suggestions? he breathed softly. First, is there anything you would like to see in the city that maybe wouldn't interest Sue and Anne so much? I don't want them to miss out on anything they really want to see. So, any special interests?
