Mikayla shifted from one foot to the other, nervously waiting to hear when Flight 271 from Oklahoma would land. A year and a half's worth of phone calls, emails, IMs and even traditional hand written letters culminating in this one moment. Occasionally she would look at the wallet picture in her hand, gazing at it as if it were her first time seeing it. Lightly tracing his jet black hair, memorizing the color of his blue-green eyes, smiling like a schoolgirl at his boyish smile. She couldn't wait to see him. Finally the announcement she longed to hear-"Flight 271 from Oklahoma landing at Gate 13". Picking up her bouquet of long stem roses, she hurried to Gate 13. Deeply inhaling the sweet perfume of the roses helped calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"Excuse me, Sir, we're finally here." the stewardess said, lightly touching my shoulder.
"Oh, thank you." I replied. I had slept the entire flight. If I didn't, I surely would have drank myself into a stupor to ease my nerves. I couldn't believe that I finally got the courage to buy a plane ticket and come here.
"Where is that dang picture?" I mumbled, patting my many pockets. I knew I had it in my hand when I drifted off to sleep, I just hope I didn't drop it or someone walked off with it.
"Aha!" Looking at her picture instantly reassured me that I was not making an ass of myself by coming here. This girl was beautiful, inside and out. An aspiring writer and poet, with one hell of an imagination. But the package it was wrapped in was beautiful as well. Her dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, and dimpled smile. I loved this picture of her-sitting on a playground swing, her braided hair in two cute ponytails, a black cotton tank dress, and sandals, playfully smiling. She was indeed a sight to behold.
Mikayla began to frown slightly. Almost all the passengers exited the plane, yet she still didn't see him. A creeping fear invaded her still nervous mind, 'What if he's not coming? What if this was just some big joke?' she thought, nervously biting her bottom lip.
"Are those roses for me, pretty lady?" a voice asked. That sweet Oklahoma drawl that she loved and would recognize from anywhere. She turned around and there he was.
I knew by coming out behind this older couple she wouldn't see me, but I would be able to spot her instantly. I had asked her to bring me roses so that I would know it was her. Not just regular roses, but special ones--red, yellow and white ones. Red for our budding love, yellow for our great friendship, and white for purity. Hell, I know neither one of us are "pure", but we're still "pure" in the sense that this is new and fresh to us. My heart leapt in my chest at the sight of her. That picture did her no justice. Her braided hair was parted in the middle and held back by two silver clips. She wore a ivory colored V-neck, short sleeve cashmere sweater, a black skirt that stopped about two inches above her knees, and pair of knee high black go-go style boots. I asked her to wear something sexy for me as well (what can I say, I'm a guy). She had told me about those boots and I was dying to see her in them and I knew she wouldn't disappoint me.
"Stephen! Oh my God! Stephen!" she squealed, jumping in his arms. Mikalya couldn't believe she was finally holding the man that, up until this very moment, held only in her dreams. Impulsively, she kissed his lips, a short, yet sweet kiss.
It was as if a bolt of electricity shot from her lips to his. Dropping his bags, Stephen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and passionately kissed her.
"I never imagined in my wildest dreams that kissing you would be this damn good." she whispered when the kiss finally ended.
"Darlin' you are something else.", I said, tasting her strawberry flavored lip gloss on my lips, "Sweetheart, we need to be getting out of here, before I develop a condition." I looked in her eyes to see her reaction. I could have died a happy man. Her eyes held that wild and sexy spark that I dreamt they would and I knew right then and there that this was no mistake.
Mikayla stood in his arms, feeling her heart beating against her chest. She had kissed many lips in her lifetime, but none kissed they way Stephen did. She felt instant fire in her loins from his kiss. And when he mentioned developing a "condition", she felt her knees turn to jelly and her pussy twitch.
Bending down, grabbing his bags, wrapping an arm around each other's waist, they strolled out to the parking lot. Reaching her Camry, Mikayla pushed the button for the trunk to open. Dropping the bags in and slamming the trunk shut, Stephen quickly grabbed her and sat her on the trunk.
"Tell me something, darlin', did you do everything that I asked you to do?" I asked, my voice taking on that husky, yet authoritative tone that I knew she loved, as I slipped my hand under her skirt.
