"Prepare to be kissed," the message said.
I slipped my phone back into my purse as I disembarked from the plane and followed my fellow passengers into LaGuardia Airport. I'd never flown before, and the flight itself was only about 90 minutes long and relatively uneventful. However, having to deal with the mindfuck of a series of phone calls informing me that my flight was cancelled, then reinstated, and then ultimately delayed made an already nerve-wracking first-time flight experience even more stressful. I'd planned this trip a month ago and had been looking forward to the in-person meeting long before that, but as I was heading to the airport, I feared that the trip would be pushed back a day or so or—worse yet—that it wouldn't happen after all. But at last, several hours later than anticipated, I arrived safely in New York City for the first time ever, and now I needed to find my daddy.
Daddy was waiting near the baggage reclaim area, and as I saw him standing there, slightly apart from the other people waiting for friends and family members, my heart skipped a beat and I quickened my pace. I couldn't believe that, after two years of an online friendship that slowly became something more, I was finally getting to meet Daddy in person. I made my way to him and engulfed him in a huge hug, my face buried in his shoulder.
"No," he said softly as he gently put his hand under my chin and tilted my face toward his, our lips meeting in one of the most intense kisses I had ever experienced. As we waited for my suitcase near the baggage carousel, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Any fears that the chemistry that was apparent in both our sexual and nonsexual online banter might not translate to real life were quickly put to rest. It was pretty obvious that not only did we have much to say to one another but that we also both couldn't wait to be alone. During the drive back to Daddy's apartment, he kept reaching over to stroke my thighs, left bare by the miniskirt he'd ordered me to wear on the plane. "Your legs are so smooth," he said. I wouldn't have minded if Daddy's hand would have wandered farther, but he behaved himself.
Once we were back at Daddy's apartment, the stress of the day—traveling alone to an unfamiliar city, flying for the first time, having so many things go wrong, and wondering what Daddy would be like in person—hit me hard and quickly. I could have fallen asleep almost immediately, but despite my exhaustion, I also couldn't wait to play with Daddy. "Show me what toys you brought, baby girl," he said as he sat down on the bed. I unzipped my suitcase and produced a small bag, which I brought over to the bed. For this visit, I hadn't brought much: a set of handcuffs, a jeweled butt plug, a G-spot vibe, and a remote-control vibe. "Very nice," he murmured, drawing me closer so he could kiss me.
We remained like this for several minutes: kissing each other on Daddy's bed while fully clothed, running our hands up and down each other's bodies and charting unfamiliar territory. Finally, Daddy pulled away from me, rolled me gently onto my back, and moved toward the foot of the bed. He slowly eased my skirt up my thighs to expose my panties, which were, per his orders, a pair of black crotchless panties that I'd bought specially for this visit. "I love the pictures you sent me from the airport bathroom," he said. "Did your dirty little pussy get wet when you took those pictures for me?"
"Yes, Daddy," I said. "I love pleasing you."
