**This is my second story. I'm not good at picking categories for them, because like most sexual fantasies, they don't really stick to just one.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are preparing for landing. Please remain seated and make sure your seatbelts are fastened," the intercom gave a mellow beep as the pilot ended the announcement.
Abigail's heart raced in her chest, pounding so hard she was sure that the older gentleman sitting beside her could hear it drumming. She felt sorry for the man, who she learned was named Tom and whom lived somewhere on the outskirts of London. Abigail had half-heartedly listened to Tom tell his, well, his whole life story during the twelve-hour flight across the Atlantic. She welcomed the distraction. She also pitied the poor man who had to sit beside her during the entire flight. She was so jittery with nervousness and excitement, her foot tapped upon the floor or her fingers danced along the armrest the entire flight.
Now that the plane was descending, she thought she was going to... well, possibly faint. Her face was flushed red, which was thankfully mostly hidden under her honey-toned complexion. Her medium-length, wavy auburn hair was tied in two pigtails that fell casually at the sides of her face. She was thirty years old, but her soft features and partially Korean heritage allowed her to pass for younger than she was.
"Excited to see your bloke, are you?" Tom nudged Abigail gently with his elbow, smiling and giving a small wink. Abigail smiled back, giving a nervous laugh. She was excited. Absolutely thrilled. The "bloke" Tom spoke of was a man she "accidentally" met online in a chatroom. What was supposed to be casual, erotic chat between her and a man from the United Kingdom became.. well, so much more. A connection that was unexpectedly life-altering and she welcomed it. She didn't fancy herself a dirty hippie or a New Age nut, but since she was a child she always trusted her instincts. And her instincts told her that this bloke in London had crossed paths with her to change her life in one way or another.
Abigail stared out the window and gazed down at England. It was so beautiful. She loved history and had always wanted to travel to Europe, to explore the places she always read about in the history books or watched in documentaries. Now here she was, descending into London, with her heart racing at over 100 beats a minute and her panties soaking over the landing strip.
"Welcome to London, ladies and gentlemen. It's 10:35 PM and thirteen degrees Celsius with clear skies. Enjoy your stay and thank you for flying Delta." The pilot clicked off the intercom as Abigail gathered her belongings. "Here we go..." she whispered under her breath.
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Daniel paced around his flat, his ears perking every time the Tube went by, and that was pretty damn often. He had spent the day at work, and then playing ball around the park. He even stopped by his parents' place for dinner to help him relax. Despite all the distractions from the day, he still couldn't calm down. What had begun as an anonymous, perverted conversation between two strangers on different sides of the globe was now a... well, a reality. He picked up his phone and texted her:
Daniel: Hey, where are you? You alright?
Abigail: Not telling (: Don't worry, I'm fine. London is beautiful.
Daniel: I can't wait to show it to you. Will you tell me when you're close?
Abigail: Just relax. I'll find my way eventually.
Daniel sighed while lighting up a smoke he had just rolled and continuing to pace from room to room. He had wanted to meet her somewhere closer to the airport, but she had declined. She told him she wanted to use the time from the airport to his apartment to recuperate from the flight, as she got very motion sick, and to 'tidy herself up.' He glanced out the window, watching the Tube pass by again, wondering when she...
Knock. Knock.
Daniel jumped a bit, startled, then walked to the door and opened it. He smiled, taking a few breaths to enjoy the moment. Abigail was short, a few inches over five foot. She was curvy, with auburn hair that brought out the red in her soft brown eyes. Her breasts, impossible to miss in her white button blouse, were full and supple, her nipples gently poking through the soft fabric., Daniel's eyes continued to go down, smiling at her skirt - a special request of his - short, black, and flirty, cut in a way that bounced playfully when she moved. Black stockings started above her knees and fell into her calf-length black suede boots.
