I was sitting here thinking about the first time we met in the flesh. It was months after we found each other online. We were both getting out of bad first marriages, and were understandably nervous about diving back in. But the spark we felt in cyber was too strong to be denied and, as I flew away from the UK frequently for business anyway, I booked a flight to Washington’s deeply romantic (NOT) Dulles airport.
You told me later that you had sat down in Arrivals just as the boards showed my flight had landed. You’d been delayed by your silly dog escaping into the snow. This led to you being even more nervous – if that were possible.
You thought you’d have plenty of time before I came through the doors and we could touch for the first time. After all, as a commie-pinko foreigner, I had to clear customs and immigration. You took off your coat and, when other attempts to relax failed, got out a book.
What you didn’t know, was that the information screens were lagging significantly behind the reality. So far behind, that s you saw them change to ‘In Customs’, I was walking just about to walk through the doors into Arrivals.
I didn’t see you at first. The hall was crowded, and you were tucked away in the far right corner. A small part of what I am pleased to call my mind was getting quite worried as my eyes did a slow left to right sweep around the larger space. There you were! Head down in a book. This image is burned in to my memory. It is one that has often been repeated over the years, although it is a Kindle in your hands these days.
You were so engrossed that, that you didn’t see me until I was standing directly in front of you. Did you drop the book? I don’t remember. I do remember you jumping up and into my arms. I do remember burying our heads in to each other and inhaling deeply. I do remember almost crushing you in my patented bear hug.
What I remember most is your reaction to my saying the two words I had been training you to respond to: “Cum now.” You whimpered, your knees went weak, and I had to support you as your orgasm left you sagging against me.
These are memories I will take in to the long dark when my time is done.
I wonder if our readers would like to hear more, Silverdrop?
EDIT: This is my first piece of writing since attending Eroticon 2017.