By JMsidious
As I stood by the kiosk in the airport, I felt so nervous. Finally, the object of my lust for the last 3 years was coming to visit, all the way from Bulgaria! I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute.
“Flight 454 from Sofia via London and New York now arriving at Gate 8..” - at the announcement, my heart skipped a beat. I prayed that I would recognize him from the picture he sent – we'd only chatted on the Internet and exchanged pictures – and I thought, “What if he isn't like his picture? What if I just invited an ugly on-line liar to my home? What if he was really a 350 lb pre-op transsexual?” I shuddered at the thought, and briefly considered running back to my car. But, dismissing the idea, I decided to wait and see.
5 minutes later, the passengers started to file off the plane. Through all the businessmen, young people, and couples, I still saw no sign of him. As I looked at the picture once again to refresh my memory, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I immediately turned with some irritation, but when I saw the face that I had committed to memory so long ago staring back at me, all ire disappeared, and a sense of joy flooded in, not to mention a primal stirring of my libido. He was here! And more handsome in the flesh than any picture could convey. I stood there, stupidly staring in awe, until he said with a grin, “ Fancy seeing you here, Mate.”
I couldn't help myself, I just dropped everything in my hands and flung my arms around him, almost like I was welcoming home some long lost relative. And in so many ways, I was. As I clung tightly to him, I could feel his manhood pressing against my left thigh. I wanted to just drop to my knees, right then and there, and REALLY show him how glad I was to see him. But alas, that would have to wait.
“How was your flight?” I asked, finally getting my voice back.
“Shitty – a lot of turbulence. “ he said, in a beautiful Romanian accent, “ and I could have sworn the guy I was sitting next to was either Charles Manson or Jesus.”
I laughed, thinking to myself how, in a matter of 5 minutes, my whole world had changed.
To be continued.
:sm (35):
As I stood by the kiosk in the airport, I felt so nervous. Finally, the object of my lust for the last 3 years was coming to visit, all the way from Bulgaria! I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute.
“Flight 454 from Sofia via London and New York now arriving at Gate 8..” - at the announcement, my heart skipped a beat. I prayed that I would recognize him from the picture he sent – we'd only chatted on the Internet and exchanged pictures – and I thought, “What if he isn't like his picture? What if I just invited an ugly on-line liar to my home? What if he was really a 350 lb pre-op transsexual?” I shuddered at the thought, and briefly considered running back to my car. But, dismissing the idea, I decided to wait and see.
5 minutes later, the passengers started to file off the plane. Through all the businessmen, young people, and couples, I still saw no sign of him. As I looked at the picture once again to refresh my memory, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I immediately turned with some irritation, but when I saw the face that I had committed to memory so long ago staring back at me, all ire disappeared, and a sense of joy flooded in, not to mention a primal stirring of my libido. He was here! And more handsome in the flesh than any picture could convey. I stood there, stupidly staring in awe, until he said with a grin, “ Fancy seeing you here, Mate.”
I couldn't help myself, I just dropped everything in my hands and flung my arms around him, almost like I was welcoming home some long lost relative. And in so many ways, I was. As I clung tightly to him, I could feel his manhood pressing against my left thigh. I wanted to just drop to my knees, right then and there, and REALLY show him how glad I was to see him. But alas, that would have to wait.
“How was your flight?” I asked, finally getting my voice back.
“Shitty – a lot of turbulence. “ he said, in a beautiful Romanian accent, “ and I could have sworn the guy I was sitting next to was either Charles Manson or Jesus.”
I laughed, thinking to myself how, in a matter of 5 minutes, my whole world had changed.
To be continued.
:sm (35):