Almost Perfect Rendezvous

Fiction

All through the flight, he had managed to suppress his anxiety; he was finally going to see her again. The first half of the year was tedious for him; he had gotten a promotion at work, so he decided to take a break. Having never been to New York before he was delighted when this girl that he liked suggested they meet there.

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It was going to be a long time before he landed at the airport and she was nervous. She hadn’t seen him in months and was consumed with emotions ranging from fear to excitement.

For two months they had planned what they both hoped would be the perfect reunion. They had never been to New York, and it had to be the most perfect getaway – she prayed it would be.

So much time to kill before heading to the airport, she was fidgety. She had missed him so much. She had to be honest; she was scared. What was it going to be like?

All through the flight, he had managed to suppress his anxiety; he was finally going to see her again. The first half of the year was tedious for him; he had gotten a promotion at work, so he decided to take a break. Having never been to New York before, he was delighted when this girl that he liked, suggested they meet there.  For him, the trip needed to be perfect as well because she couldn’t make it to the last trip they had planned.

The pilot announced the plane’s descent towards the airport, and it became real to him, he was going to see her again. He had missed her much more than he thought he would. He couldn’t wait to hug her.

At the arrival lounge, she trembled in her seat upon hearing that his plane had landed. Finally, she saw him walking towards her, and her stomach did a trillion somersaults. She planned to act cool and just walk up to him and say hi but on seeing him, her brain and legs disconnected, and she found herself running towards the gorgeous man.

He had spotted her in the distance before she made eye contact with him, she was wearing her purple glasses, she was a sight for sore eyes. He noticed that she was dashing towards him, so he stopped in his tracks and opened his arms which she jumped into and folded her legs across his waist. With absolutely no regard for the lipstick she was wearing, he kissed her; he kissed her with the longing of the last couple of months he had waited to see her.

She didn’t think he was the kind of guy to engage in public display of affection, but it didn’t stop her from jumping into his open arms. What shocked her, however, was the kiss, it was a long deep kiss in the airport, surrounded by thousands of people and not a care in the world. It was perfect.

For someone who isn’t naturally shy, she was feeling so that night. At the hotel, he talked about his flight, made small talk as he threw off his jacket and shoes and settled on the edge of the bed. She, for reasons unknown to her, stood at quite a distance from him and just watched and gave monosyllabic responses.

He walked up to her and pulled her into his arms and told her how good it was to see her again; her response was a chuckle. His eyes never leaving hers, he began to undress her, she smelled like lavender and honey. He stepped back to admire her and noticed how self-conscious she was; she was never shy about him looking at her body before.

He suggested they take a warm bath together, so he turned on the shower and carried her inside.

It felt like a first date, which was weird. They had never really had a first date,. This night for her felt like a first date which was about to end in sex, and she was nervous, which isn’t something that she usually is.

To him, there were two options, either tear her clothes off the minute the hotel door shut behind them or painfully take his time to enjoy every second of being in the same place as her, he chose the latter. It involved a lot of restraint, but it was worth it. They took a silent bath, with occasional chuckles here and there but in their silence, they seemed to be saying a whole lot more. As he toweled her hair, she took his face and lowered it towards herself and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. A few seconds into the kiss, she had dismantled his self-restraint, so he lifted her and took her to the bed.

She’s a relatively small girl, but she fit perfectly on his body, she had the most beautiful breasts he had seen till date, and he made sure he told her that every chance he got. He laid her on the white sheets and once again stepped back to look at all of her. He started from her legs and kissed his way up. Her body was trembling the entire time, her body responded to his touch like fire to gas. He kissed her everywhere but  avoided her lips. She looked at him like she could take whatever he had in store for her but her body was betraying her, she melted and fought back moans everywhere he touched her.

She had to put a pillow over her mouth as his tongue made love to her, she moaned and kicked and moved her hips in acceptance of him. When he heard her say his name in a painfully slow whisper, he knew he was done teasing; he wanted her with an urge that he didn’t even understand.

The sex was unreal.

Though they were naked against each other, she continued to pull him in like he wasn’t close enough.  The night was filled with silent whispers of “I’ve missed you,” groans and hearing the sound of their bodies collide into each other. He made her squirm and grab at him and call him baby…and daddy…and his name too.

She orgasmed before him, and he came shortly afterward, clutching her like he was a pair of lungs and she was oxygen. He rolled off her and rolled her on top of him. They lay there, both breathing heavily and caressing each other until they drifted to sleep.

He whispered something he had planned to tell her in person for a long time into her ears, but she was already fast asleep…

He sat beside her taking in every inch of her. He knew he felt something for this gorgeous girl. Was it lust? Love? Was it possible to love more than one person at the same time? He looked away lost in his thoughts and whispered…

My wife is pregnant.

Responses

  1. Kells
    The writer of this story is wicked 😭😭 . What happened after?? Did she know he was married?? Why are you like this??

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