Chapter 2: The Meeting
The day was cold and wintry. The sky could barely hold the big black clouds That were suspended precariously above her head. Linda looked up at the heavily laden pillows of gray and she felt wet fluffy flakes of snow as they landed on her upturned face. She was one of those people who loved gray days like this. They felt cozy and dark to her and she wanted today to be a cozy one.
Linda was worried earlier that the snow would delay his flight but it just teased her with the threat of a storm. Only now, the flakes kissing her face were was the first sign of snow and his plane was about to land, so her fears were for naught.
Linda looked deliciously attractive in her blue-jeans and her low cut cowboy styled boots. Her jacket was waist length and she wore it open, showing her lovely rounded bottom when men peeked as she walked away from them. She was resting that cute bottom against her car with her arms and ankles crossed waiting for him in the airport parking lot. She lived in a town where the airport was small and the people deplaned on the airstrip. Passengers would leave the plane by climbing down some stairs to the pavement below. Linda's heart was beating at a dangerous pace, although to look at her, no one would suspect how nervous she was; she looked so calm, collected and beautiful.
Linda watched the many people leaving the terminal from her perch on her car that was parked back in the parking lot. She saw a young girl maybe eighteen years old or so, hugging two people who must have been her parents. They reluctantly let go and the "dad" picked up her case as they walked swiftly to their car to whisking them home to visit.
She saw a handsome man and her heart sped up just a bit more, wondering if that could be him; but a lovely blonde in a long black coat came through the door behind him and he turned to her as she took his arm and they raced to their car.
A family came out next. A little girl was crying and the mother dropped the smaller of the bags to stoop and talk to her. The father was holding a little boy in his arms and lugging the big suitcase in his other hand. This small group blocked Linda's view of the doorway so she did not see him standing there until the family climbed into the waiting cab at the curb.
As the cab pulled away, she looked up and saw him. He just stood there looking around before venturing forward as he did not know where she might be. He finally saw her. They looked into each others eyes from a distance and recognition caused a them both to smile. They had only spoken on the telephone and "talked" on their chat-line. She knew his style of type and his voice well but she had never set eyes on him, nor him on her. They had sent snapshots of each other in the mail but neither did the other justice when the time came for them to meet face to face.
Linda was shocked at herself at how shy she felt meeting him when they had been so intimate before in the medium of a chat-line or phone. He took long, purposeful strides and within seconds he was standing there before her.
He put down his suitcase at their feet and before she could say, "Hello, Chris" he had her in his arms and was kissing her. In years to come, when Linda remembers this moment as an old lady sitting in her rocking chair, she will be pleased to recollect that the first words from his mouth were, "You are even more beautiful than I had imagined."
Linda smiled and it turned to a nervous giggle, not sure what she should say. She ended up, just saying, "Thank you, Chris."
When he finally released her from his arms he put out his hand for her car keys. Handing them to him, she followed him to the trunk where he quickly stowed his suitcase. He passed her back the keys and held tight to her hand not letting go for a moment while he just looked into her beautiful eyes and smiled. Linda smiled back at him and waited for him to let go of her hand.
Behind the wheel of the car, Linda buckled up before she turned the key in the ignition. Nervously, she put the transmission into drive and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. She was very aware that Chris was still staring at her. Soft music was playing in the background from the car radio but neither of them were listening to it.
Chris spoke first. "I am so glad I came. I am so glad you agreed to let me come. I have dreamt of this day for months now. Are you happy, I am here?"
Turning her eyes from the road for just a minute, she looked at Chris and seriously answered him, "Yes, Chris, I am very happy you are here."