He’s finally here. It has only been 7 weeks but it’s felt like so much longer. I’m so excited to see him. I can hardly contain myself. This has been the longest time we’ve been apart, it has been challenging; the different time zones, the missed conversations, the boredom…but the most difficult… the lonely nights. Of course once we got a schedule down most of those things went away, but what didn’t was the yearning. The physical aspects that couldn’t be replicated. His soft lips kissing my cheeks, his big hands caressing my skin, and the sensation that I felt when he squeezed my ass. God “she’s” getting wet just fantasizing about it as i stand here waiting for him to get off his plane! But i need to be careful, i decided not to wear any panties under this dress and if i don’t pull myself together i’ll make a mess in the middle of the airport. I wore an innocent looking sundress it was cute, something my friend helped me pick out; but what I wore under it wasn’t so innocent, I had been saving it for weeks just for this occasion and I can’t wait to show it off. I wonder where he is? The arrival listing says he landed 20 mins ago. Maybe there was an issue with his bag? I just hope whatever it is it doesn’t keep him from me any longer. But as I finished my thought…I saw him. He’s coming this way but he hasn’t seen me. My knees begin to shake. I feel nervous it’s a feeling that’s familiar, i remember it, the same butterflies from the time I saw him outside of my car in front of his house. I begin to drift off in thought as I stare at him walking this way. I can see his stubble on his face he must have stopped shaving a couple days ago since he knew how much I like it. The muscles on his arms are straining carrying his heavy bag i can almost feel them wrapped around me. He sees me! He starts walking in my direction, he smiles, oh god how I’ve missed that smile; he’s getting closer and with each step my heart beats faster. I can’t move. I almost feel dazed. He drops his duffel bag at my feet and grabs me one hand on my hip and one on the back of my neck and pulls me in close. I can’t believe I forgot how warm he was- our lips meet and exchange a long passionate kiss as they fit together. I feel like I’m melting in his embrace. He pulls his lips away from my own, they want more but he stops me for now. He brushes my hair to the side and behind my ear and then says the words I’ve been waiting for… “let’s go home my love”.