TheTrip

As the plane took off she sat smiling to herself.  It had been 13 very long years and now, after talking for months through Facebook and emails, they had decided to meet.

She laid back in her seat and thought back to the last time she had seen him. All those years ago, way back in high school, right before she had moved away. She was with her boyfriend and he was with her best friend.  This was something she never dreamed would happen, and yet here she was, taking that flight to Queensland.



Before she knew it the plane had landed and she was feeling nervous.  He was at work, so she had she had most of the day to try and compose herself.  After waiting to collect her luggage from the carousel and climbing into her hire car, she headed to the hotel.  She sent him a text, letting him know she had arrived, and he replied in a flash "Can't wait to see you :) "

It felt so strange to be back in Queensland.  After checking into her room, she decided to go and check out where she used to live.  She couldn’t believe it all looked the same; the school, the house, even driving around was the same.  Things seemed a little older, but all in all they remained unchanged.  The only thing that had changed was the shopping centre!  It was huge and it made her excited, excited to just get inside and take it all in! Retail therapy is just what the doctor ordered.

She wandered the mall, looking at dress shops, coffee shops, food stalls and department stores, looking but not seeing.  He was all she could think about, he was consuming her every thought, and she was simply passing time until she could finally see him.



Before she knew it, he messaged her:  "I'll be done here in an hour babe.  Looking forward to seeing you. Xxx"

She drove back to the hotel and changed her outfit, she wanted to impress him.  She did her makeup and did her hair in little pig tails, even adding the ribbon, he was sure to like that touch.  She looked over herself one more time and smiled nervously.  She was happy, well as pleased with herself as she could be. She headed down to the car and froze.  Was she really going to do this?  She shook her head and snapped out of it; of course she was going to do this.  This has been all she wanted to do since they had decided to meet.  She got into the car and headed to his workplace.

When she got to the front gate and it was manned.  She told the guard that she was here to pick him up.  Just as the guard was about to question her, he called, as if on cue.  She handed the phone to the guard, when he handed it back, she was waved thru.



It was like driving down memory lane.  She could remember doing this drive with her dad, so many times, all those years ago.  It felt amazing. She was in such a daze that she forgot he was on the phone directing her, when she drove right past him. Out the corner of her eye she caught him waving her down.  A rush of excitement gushed thru her.  She pulled over and as he got in the car, she felt her nervous again.  Questions running thru her head – what if he didn’t like the person he saw?  What if she wasn’t what he had pictured?  What if she was too fat?  What if she wasn't pretty enough anymore? What if she said something so obviously stupid in her nervous state? It wasn’t until he spoke the first words that she calmed.  He directed her to his room so he could gather his belongings and stated, with a grin, when he got back in the car “Let's go!".



Small talk filled the journey back to the hotel.  Saying how great it was to catch up.  Asking the normal questions you do when you haven’t seen each other for such a long time, like how have you been? And How's your Mum and Dad?.  They were almost at the hotel when she admitted to  him she wasn’t sure what he'd think of her now he'd seen  her in person.  She wasn’t as 'little' or 'small' as she had been when they were at school.  He looked at her, running his hand up and down her thigh, stating "I have no complaints, you look gorgeous".  That made her happy and settled the insecurities in the back of her mind.  He took hold of her hand, grasping it tightly, making her feel more relaxed.

They pulled into the hotel car park and he leaned over and kissed her gently “Thanks for coming” he said before getting out of the car.  She followed him inside the hotel lobby.  Once inside she was about to take the first step up when she looked over her shoulder and asked "Do you want to go first?" nodding at the big bag he was carrying.  He shook his head “No, I like the view I’m getting from behind”.  She giggled and kept walking.



They made it to the elevator before he dropped his bag and pushed her up against the wall inside. He ran his hands all over her face and body, kissing her passionately, before the door opened.  He picked up his bag and followed her to the room.  She fumbled with the room key before opening the door, and then they ran into the room like two impatient children running to a new playground.  He threw his bag down onto the floor and walked, the few manly strides,  over to where she was leaning against the wall.  She was standing there, waiting for him, and looking him over.  She loved a man in uniform, what hot blooded woman didn’t?

He threw his arms around her neck and drew her into him, kissing her with a force she had never felt before. He picked her up and took her over to the bed.

He slowly removed her top to reveal her ample breast and took them in his hands.  He kissed them gently before making his way up her neck, remembering she said she loved that.  He was so tender with his touch that she sighed with each one.  She ran her fingers down his shirt and undid his buttons to find the tattooed art imprinted on his chest.  Tattoos and a uniform, she was in heaven.

She moved down to his chest, kissing every inch of his body she could reach, listening to him moan softly.  Without another hesitation he lifted her up, removed her skirt and knelt on the floor.

He ran his hands all over her body before gently placing his lips between her legs. She grabbed his head and sighed, a wave of pleasure surging thru her.  The likes of which she had never felt before. With each touch, each gentle caressing motion between her thighs, she moaned louder and louder, she had never felt a touch like this.  So passionate, so hasted, so impulsive, yet so gentle.  It felt like an eternity, before he stood up, took her hand and lead her into the bathroom.  She grabbed at the waist of his pants, pulling him closer to her, so she could take them off.  Staring at his manhood, she grinned.  Definitely another tick.





The shower was warm against their already flush bodies, as they got under the water and kissed passionately. Their hands running everywhere, uncontrollably, like something they had lost had suddenly been found again.  They couldn’t get enough of each other.  Arms, legs, hands, lips touching every inch of the other’s body.  Gasping and moaning with every un-tamed touch.  She didn’t want it to end.

He became a little forceful, although she liked it, and bent her over the edge of the bath, slipping himself inside her.  She gasped and the breath blowing out of her mouth was as hot as the water she was in.  He was manhandling her like no one ever had and she was loving every second of it.  As he thrusts deeper and deeper inside her, her moans got louder and louder until she could feel her body about to lose control.  This was something she'd never experienced before; all these new sensations filled her entire being.



He pulled her hair, bringing her back to him and sinking his teeth into her neck.  She let out a scream which made him thrust even deeper and harder.  Her hand slid back, as she grabbed his thigh, she dug her nails into him and he groaned as he let go of her neck.  He suddenly got harder and faster, he pulled her hair as he thrust groaning louder with each one.  She let out a loud gasp as he came deep and hard inside her, his warm fluid filling her inside.  Her body shuddered and her legs felt like they were about to buckle underneath her.  He swung her around and kissed her lips softly.  It felt so nice; so right.  She wondered to herself, why they hadn’t done this before?

Just as they stepped out of the shower, his phone rang.  That's right!  She remembered why.  It was her.  He dried himself quickly and ran over to his phone.  She wrapped a towel around her, and taking a deep breath, she wandered into the room.  It was obvious he could see the disappointment on her face so he waved her over to him.  She walked towards him and let her towel drop to the floor.  He was lost for words, forgetting his phone conversation for that spilt moment.  It was the reaction she was looking for.  She wanted tonight to be about them, just the two of them, and only the two of them! She knew it was going to be difficult, but she was going to try.



He put his arm around her and she started to kiss his neck, silently.  Working her way down his chest towards his ever growing bulge hidden beneath his towel.  Sliding her hands through his coverage, she exposed his manhood and slowly circled her tongue around the tip of his shaft.  He let out a loud gasp.  He looked down at her, bewildered but excited, mouthing the word “Stop”.  He knew he couldn’t contain himself while he was on the phone to her.  She shook her head, “hang up” she mouthed back, before putting her head down and wrapped her mouth around him.  He watched as her head bobbed up and down, trying so hard not to make a sound, but failing.  Her motions were getting faster and then she added her hand to stroke him at the same time, increasing her friction, and his pleasure.



He let out a moan, he couldn’t help himself. He hung up the phone; he just couldn’t take it anymore. He threw his phone on the chair and grabbed hold of her head.  He pulled at her hair and groaned loudly “Oh god yes”.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes; she could feel him just about to explode.  He wasn’t expecting this and it was a thrill to be blown while on the phone to her… She knew he wouldn’t last long.  She took her mouth from his solid rod and slid her hand back and forth until his pent up passion ejaculated.  His body trembled as he fell into the chair exclaiming “My god!” she smiled, stood up and went into the bathroom to get dressed.  She looked back at him as he drifted off to sleep.

She imagined this passion to last all night, but it may be short lived if he continued to sleep.



She turned on the TV and couldn’t believe it was already 7:00 pm.  Half their time was gone already and now he was asleep.  Feeling hungry so decided to tap him lightly on the shoulder, but he didn’t move so she kissed his lips.  He stirred a little so she did it again.  This time she ran her fingers over his bare chest and he opened his eyes, grabbing her.  He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. “Oh god you feel so good” he said, as he pushed her down onto her back.

Forgetting her hunger, this was much better.  It was much tastier.



They made love for hours.  In every corner of the room, in every position they could think of and when they had finally finished they laid in each other’s arms, smiling at one another.  Drifting off to sleep she heard his phone ring again. He didn’t move. He just held onto her tighter and she drifted off to sleep with a huge smile on her face.

She woke up the next morning to find he was still wrapped around her.  It made her feel like it was all worth it.  She did mean something to him.  She slipped out from underneath his arms, into the shower and then into her clothes.  She ordered some breakfast and waited for him to wake.  After an hour he stirred, she watched him closely as he felt the bed and realise he couldn’t feel her.  He sat up in bed so fast and called for her.  “It’s ok, I’m here. I thought I’d let you sleep”, she whispered, comforting him.  He stood up, walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms, “I’d have preferred to have been woken” he said smiling, and then he kissed her.

He rushed her back over to the bed and made love to her, one more time, before they had to leave for the airport.  They both had flights back to reality and back to their own lives.



As they pulled into the airport, she felt a surge of sadness.  It was done.  Her night was over.  He’d be heading back to her and she was sure it would be the end for them both. It upset her to think that she wouldn't get to do this again.  She didn’t let onto him that she was feeling disappointed with their departures.  They just chatted like normal friends until his flight was called.

He held her hand all the way to the gate. She didn’t want him to let go, if she could wrap this moment and put it in her pocket, she would have.  He stopped and pulled her into him. “Thank you for last night. It was amazing.” She nodded and tried to hide the welling tears by putting her glasses on “My pleasure babe. Thank you.”  He hooked her chin up with his hand and lifted her glasses on top of her head.  He wiped away her tears “Don’t cry baby, we will see each other again I promise”, he held her into his chest and kissed her forehead.  She didn’t want him to let go and she didn’t want to let go.  She couldn’t believe how emotional she was being.



The last call for his flight came across the speakers and they said their final goodbyes, not knowing if or when they would actually see each other again.  He kissed her on the lips and said goodbye, before heading down the gangway to board.  She quickly turned around, so he couldn’t see her cry. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried like this. She couldn’t wait for her turn to fly away and hope by the time she returned home, it wouldn’t hurt so much.



Months had past and she had heard nothing from him. He didn’t return her calls, texts or emails. She felt so used, so betrayed.  So one night, after a few too many drinks and a bit of liquid courage, she phoned him and left a nasty voicemail message.  Two days later he rang her back.  His excuse didn’t really cut it with her, but for some reason she forgave him.  She didn’t know why.



Then one night out of the blue, he called her and said he had something to tell her.  When she asked what it was he mumbled.  She asked him to repeat it and he clearly stated “I’m in love with you!” She was gobsmacked; she didn’t know what to say.  She had wanted this months before, but not now.  Not now she was with someone.  She wasn’t going to let him ruin her new relationship.  She couldn’t.  She had worked so hard to try and get him out of her head, now he's saying three little words and it’s all flooding back.  This was the last thing she needed.  She asked him when he began to feel like this and he responded with "Queensland".  It was like a knife to the heart.  She decided then and there she needed to cut ties with him and told him so.  It was an answer he didn’t expect and he didn’t like.  There was nothing he could say or do that would make her change her mind.  This was the end.



She hung up the phone and cried.  This was it.  She told him goodbye and they were done.  No more.

She had felt her heart break and she’d never be the same again.



The End