I woke up from a dream that was typically confusing and weird. Now I was looking up into stunning ice-blue eyes. I reached up to touch your face. You entwined your fingers in mine and pulled me closer. Then, leaning down to kiss me once again, you said, “Go back to sleep, SuzyS.”
I felt your hand slip between my naked thighs and lightly cup me. And with a sigh, I was asleep once again.
There is one direct flight from Melbourne to London daily, and it takes about twenty hours. Although it’s possible to sleep during the flight (Business Class has beds of a sort). It still takes a few days to adjust, so my Mistress booked a hotel at Heathrow Airport. She is en route to her company’s head office in New York, so this UK stopover is a dream come true for both of us.
We have been committed online lovers for a long time but have never met in real life. We meet almost daily and are completely comfortable, happy and fulfilled in our shared online world. We both find it utterly satisfying and almost always, our orgasms are real, even if the ways they are reached are imagined.
When my Mistress told me of her plans, I had to re-read her messages repeatedly. Then I made a plan of action!
First, I booked time off from work, and a manicure, a pedicure – then Vidal Sassoon’s to bring my pixie cut under control. Shaving and waxing, I take care of myself.
Oh, and trying not to panic was high on my agenda.
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Once I knew that your flight would land at around 5:30 in the morning, my time, I decided to go to Heathrow the evening before and find a cheap room so I would be there to meet you.
It’s funny, but it never crossed my mind that we would not immediately recognise each other. It’s illogical, really, considering that our mental picture of each other is the product of our own imagination, but I trusted the proven power of our ESP!
I went to bed early. I was too anxious to even think about sex. I set two alarms on my phone.
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“Landed”
I stared at the Arrivals board. The single word was enough. I knew that being on the ground was just the beginning of yet another tortuous journey through miles of corridors, checks and procedures.
I took my place outside the Arrivals door. My colleagues were mostly men in cheap suits holding signs with silly names, and I wondered if I should have a sign saying ‘Mistress K’.
Each time the Arrivals door hissed open, I tried to guess where those emerging had come from.
The thing is, I KNEW we would recognise each other immediately. And so it was.
OMG! She is STUNNING and towing a huge trolley bag. But then a man came forward and took her bag and arm, and I waited and waited.
I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned…
“SuzyS?”
Boom!
You grabbed me, lifted me off my feet, and swung me around until I was dizzy. I remember you kissing me that very first time. Full-on snogging… and on and on.
True to form, I burst into tears. YOU, the REAL you! You had overwhelmed me. I loved how, in the airport chaos, you and I were utterly alone. In the taxi, you shamelessly felt me up!
“Pluggie!”
And we snogged some more when you pushed my favourite butt plug deeper into my bottom.
I am sorry that this account is a bit fragmented. In my mind, the events have tumbled over themselves. I remember we managed to walk down a hotel corridor while our tongues kept dancing.
Oh, My GOD.
A SUITE, no less!
“Suzy. Go down and suss out this place. Where are the bars, the restaurants, the gym, the pool… “
Your voice. Your REAL voice. Your accent. This was so new to me. And I luxuriated in it. I realised it would be the same for you, hearing how I sounded…
After 24 hours of travelling, I knew you needed time to unwind… decompress… shower… unpack…
This was one very swanky hotel… the gym was huge, and so was the pool. I found the secluded bar, where we could canoodle discreetly. I ordered a glass of wine to steady my nerves. The girl who served me was Eastern European and was lovely and smiley.
When I returned to your room, I used the door card you gave me, and so it was. YOU, in your gown… on the bed with a pile of pillows behind you.
The room was divided into a seating area with a ginormous sofa and comfy chairs, and between the two areas was a desk backed by a mirror that went all the way up to the ceiling!
Our eyes met. Neither of us said a word. No words as I undressed, a little clumsily perhaps, and then I climbed up and sat on the desk and settled back against the mirror. My feet went up by my bottom, and I shuffled forward so you could really see my exposed vulva for the first time.
I looked into your eyes. They were glowing with love and lust. Then I used two fingers to part my lips…
Now your eyes focused on my little kitty, and I performed for you shamelessly. Once I had come, you came to the desk and put your arms around my waist as I put mine around your neck, and you lifted me effortlessly, and I swung my legs around your waist, and you carried me to the bed and simply flung me down.
“On your tummy, my sweet little anal slut!”
I obeyed. You caressed my bottom, then clasped it, then slapped it.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, Suzy?”
“Let’s pretend I am still a virgin there!”
