| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Pen Pals (1/3) |
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She spotted him first, as he strolled through the arrivals gate at the airport. His photos really hadn’t done him justice, in reality he looked taller, handsomer, than she expected, if that was possible; she inwardly sighed. He’d obviously made an effort to dress for the occasion looking smart yet practically comfortable in his jeans, shirt and jacket. His eyes looked bluer, his hair softer. She felt her mouth go dry and her palms start to sweat; she thought it was strange that her body should react in such converse ways to the appearance of a man she had never before met. His eyes finally alighted on her and instantly his lips curled up into a smile. She’d tried to appear cool and calm, but it was useless, and she started to jump up and down on the spot clapping her hands together like an excited child. Her breasts pulled against the blouse she’d spent so many hours deliberating over wearing, her shoulder length hair whipped around her face, her skirt swung against her hips, thank god she’d picked those little pumps for her feet rather than the heels she’d been tempted to wear. All the men entering the lounge wished that it had been them she was waiting for, her enthusiasm so obvious and enticing. He started to laugh, delighted to see her at last after his long journey, his bags dropped from his hands and he covered the few feet between them instantly. His arms went around her waist and he picked her up, revelling in their mutual joy. People were starting to stare at them now, sharing their happiness, their delight; he swung her round, breathing in her perfume, feeling her body against his, the exhaustion of the journey evaporating instantly. She had waited years for this moment, years of letters and more recently phone calls, years of both joy and pain. They’d started writing to each other when they were both still at school, a project designed by their language teachers to help improve her French and supposedly his English. Her French was rubbish, her early letters excruciatingly awful; how fortunate that she got the one boy in his class whose grasp of the language was clearly as bad as hers. After a few faltering letters it became apparent he was actually American, staying with his grandparents whilst his own parents travelled. Eventually after many tortuous months the project finished, and most of the class were relieved to stop the monthly letters, but she had continued to write, and he to reply, though they were pleased they could both now revert to their native tongues. In time his parents had returned and he went back to America, but still the letters continued. She was 25 now and they had kept in touch for ten long years, but she had fallen in love with him years ago. She remembered it like it was yesterday- it was her 18th birthday, and she had received a very short letter from him sending her his best regards, but inside was a single dried daisy. It fell out of the envelope as she opened the letter, and drifted slowly to her feet, and at that moment, as she had bent to pick up the daisy, she realised she had fallen in love with him. She never told him, she just bided her time, praying that one day they might actually meet, she’d tried many times to put him out of her mind, she dated boys from school and then college, she’d even let them make love |
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Delightful :)
