Today I'm meeting a guy who I have been chatting with for some time. I know it's not wise to, but I know in my heart that it's the right and safe to meet my cowboy soldier. Waiting for the flight, then again as you go through security, has my nerves on the edge of sanity, and my stomach is in knots.
Will you like me when you see me? Will we connect as well as we have on the internet? Will you like my body? Will your body be as hard and cut as it looks in the photos you sent me? I know your sexy voice drives me crazy, we connect on a level, that I never knew was possible. All of those thoughts, as well as the overwhelming desire I have to be in your arms, has me drunk with nervous anxiety.
I have dressed carefully had my hair and nails done, I want to look my best for you. I've made reservations at a nice restaurant and reserved a room for you, hopefully, us, if things go well.
Finally, I see passengers coming from the luggage area. I hold my …show more content…
"Let's get out of here before I forget we are in a very public place".
Exiting the airport as we approach my car, you hold out your hand for the keys. I program the GPS to take us to your hotel so you can freshen up from your long flight. Coming home from Afghanistan following your second tour, straight to Pensacola, to meet me. Has had you in the air or in airports for a grueling thirty-six hours. Your hand on my thigh, mine on yours. My hands itching to move higher, to wrap my fingers around that massive bulge in your pants. We are nearly vibrating with the need to drown in each other.
Our conversations have been scorching hot. From the very first you have known my needs as I have known yours. We both know you and I need to have some alone time, no audience is needed for the second part of our meeting.
It seems to take forever to check in and make it to the room. My belly is in knots as you take me in your
Will you like me when you see me? Will we connect as well as we have on the internet? Will you like my body? Will your body be as hard and cut as it looks in the photos you sent me? I know your sexy voice drives me crazy, we connect on a level, that I never knew was possible. All of those thoughts, as well as the overwhelming desire I have to be in your arms, has me drunk with nervous anxiety.
I have dressed carefully had my hair and nails done, I want to look my best for you. I've made reservations at a nice restaurant and reserved a room for you, hopefully, us, if things go well.
Finally, I see passengers coming from the luggage area. I hold my …show more content…
"Let's get out of here before I forget we are in a very public place".
Exiting the airport as we approach my car, you hold out your hand for the keys. I program the GPS to take us to your hotel so you can freshen up from your long flight. Coming home from Afghanistan following your second tour, straight to Pensacola, to meet me. Has had you in the air or in airports for a grueling thirty-six hours. Your hand on my thigh, mine on yours. My hands itching to move higher, to wrap my fingers around that massive bulge in your pants. We are nearly vibrating with the need to drown in each other.
Our conversations have been scorching hot. From the very first you have known my needs as I have known yours. We both know you and I need to have some alone time, no audience is needed for the second part of our meeting.
It seems to take forever to check in and make it to the room. My belly is in knots as you take me in your