My name is Joy, I am 4’11” tall, with reddish brown hair green eyes, and the pale freckled skin of my Irish ancestry, and I have modest 38C breasts. This story is about when I was going to see, for the first time, the man that had filled my thoughts and dreams for a long time now.

As I got off the plane in London I was both nervous and excited. Paul and I had been talking/chatting through the Internet for nearly 2 years, but this would be the first time we had seen each other…face to face anyway.

I was walking through the terminal thinking “Oh my God he’s not going to show”, when from some where to the left and a little behind me I heard my name.

“Joy!”

I scanned the crowd and I see HIM standing there, looking even better in person, his pictures and web cam hardly did him justice as hot as he was on-line he was even hotter in person. He has dark semi-longish hair and lips that can get me wet from just a smile. Though his best feature is his eyes, and they just seemed to grab me, it felt like I was being pulled to him. It was like my feet could not move, how you sometimes feel in a nightmare, only this time they were stopping me from getting where I wanted to be, and it seemed that there were thousands of people between us.

When we finally made our way to each other, Paul grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, putting more passion into that first kiss than I have ever felt in my life. When we finally broke apart, all I could think to say (through the tears in my eyes) was “Hi Paul”. Laughing he said simply back “Hi Joy”. Then embraced me kissing me again, holding me tight against him. I think both of us would have started fucking each other’s brains out right there in that airport, but we were brought back to reality by the P.A. system announcing some person’s name.

Once we had gotten my bags and made our way through the airport to his car, all the while basically not letting go of each other, we tossed my things into his back seat and drove back to his apartment.