So you’re coming home today and obviously flying into the airport. I know you’ve only used it once before, but I imagined that you decided to take the train home today. It’s a long ride, on both your trains. And I happen to have a student pass that allows me to ride for free anywhere, including to the airport.
So we put our brilliant minds together and hatch the, somewhat obvious plan: I’ll meet you at the airport and keep you company with good conversation on your trip home. And, you know, be your guide and help you learn your way around Denver rail better. It’s all very innocent and somewhat practical, of course.
On the ride up, and especially as I approach the airport I notice my panties are already getting wet and my heart is beating faster. It’s been a month since I’ve seen you or even heard your voice, and yet here I am trembling and melting before I’ve even laid eyes on you. I take a deep breath to try to compose myself….and there you are. I don’t know if the breath helped or not because my heart stops completely and then threatens to burst out of my chest.