She was so nervous. Her hand was trembling as she adjusted the volume on the car radio. Just a few more miles and she would be at the airport. His flight was due to arrive in about twenty minutes. She was meeting him at the baggage claim. But she had to find a restroom and pull off the panties she was wearing. She had explained to him that she rarely wore underwear, but she would for him. The plan was to walk up and hug him when she saw him, and slip the panties in his coat pocket. She had put them on before she left home, an hour and a half ago. And she knew that by now, the anticipation and arousal she felt had made them quite damp.
This all started about two years ago. They met online, in a chatroom for BBW. He said he had never dated a large woman, but liked how friendly everyone was in the room. She really didn't figure that it would lead anywhere, because he wasn't "attracted" to BBWs, but they had talked almost daily. Online and on the phone. One thing lead to another. And pretty soon, they were having phone sex a few times a week. She had never really gotten much out of phone sex; but with him, it was very intense.
They talked about everything. Likes, and dislikes. Things they wanted to try but never had. Fantasies. Past relationships. Mistakes they had made. Regrets. But mostly, they talked about what really turned them on. Those simple acts that put them over the edge. How she got wild when a man stuck his tongue in her ear. How he adored feeling fingernails on his back. The way a few light swats on the butt made her orgasm more intense. How shaving made his skin so much more sensitive.
And they finally made the decision that the next logical step was to meet face to face. They weren't in love. The geographical distance between them would always be a factor. But they had to move forward, or just stop talking altogether. Nothing else really made sense.
So here she was, pulling into the parking garage at the airport. She made her way to the fifth floor and found a spot that was as far away from the other cars as she could get. It would mean a longer walk, but that was ok. She had a plan!! Her legs trembled as she got out of the car. She grabbed her purse and her jacket and headed toward the elevator. Her long skirt covered her best asset, her legs; but it would play a role in the fun she had planned for later.
She made her way inside and found a restroom and then pulled off the panties and tucked them into her purse. She checked her appearance in the mirror and was pleased with herself. They had shared pictures with each other long ago, and she knew that her looks hadn't changed much. She made her way to baggage claim and paced a bit, checking the arrival board often.
And then, there he was. Walking toward her, his face lit with a smile. He pulled her to him for a hug and she fumbled with her purse, trying to slip the panties into his jacket pocket. He started to pull back, but only long enough to look her in the eye and then lean in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and intimate, and very reassuring. And in the midst of it all, she put her hand in his pocket and left the prize for him to find.
