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By *oozle OP Man
17 weeks ago
high wycombe |
….You both walked towards the airport entrance, his arm reached out and took hold of the door handle, you could see his forearm muscles contract as he pulled open the door.
Walking into the air conditioned foyer, he placed his hand gently onto your back and guided you to the customs kiosk…. Nothing to declare…. You both went through without incident.
The ramp led to the luggage claim, your suitcase was waiting for you, he spoke quietly but assertively ‘which one is yours?’ , you pointed to the Red hard plastic suitcase, plastered with stickers from a youth spent travelling…. South Africa, New Zealand, America, Peru…. so many good times flashed into your memory…….
Lifting it with ease, he proceeded to carry it down the ramp and off to the exit…
A sign with your last name, held high… you put up your hand… wave to the sign holder… he gestures you both outside and to a waiting car.
Black leather seats, soothing cool air… a waft of aftershave emanating from the man sat next to you, seductive and manly… bringing back memories of comfort and protection.
Movement.. the vehicle started to pull away, quickly stopping, he puts his arm in front of you… holding you back from jerking forward…. The driver apologises, continues with the journey.
Cool air is blowing at your shirt, you notice he is watching, glancing at you… he is attractive, green eyes, brown tousled hair, chiselled features… you undo another button.
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