Sara exits the airport

Sara walked through the green channel of customs and came out into the sea of people standing there waiting to greet loved ones. There were so many people there shouting and waving that it almost felt intimidating, but she proceeded to walk into the crowd, scanning for familiar faces, but not seeing Matt amongst them. She felt a bit panicky, what if something had gone wrong? She turned her head from side to side, looking for him, but then she felt a hand gently stroke her arm and she turned and there he was, smiling down at her with his confident, secretive blue eyes!

She wanted to jump up on him, wrap her arms around him and kiss him, but she restrained herself. Their eyes met for a second, then two, then he leans forward, giving her a very light and brief kiss on the lips, saying:

"Welcome to London Sara."

She felt a rush of warmth in her chest, looking up at him, wanting to say so many things but unable to find the right words. He put his hands on the trolley, pushing it forwards, and she hooked her arm under his and they walked through the crowd towards the exit.

They made small talk as they walked, about how the flight had been, their upcoming time together here, but while Sara was speaking her mind was elsewhere, surprised in some way that this was really happening.

It took much longer than she remembered to walk out of the airport, but finally they made it to where the car service picked them up. Matt opened her door for her, she liked that, very gentlemanly, then after having made sure the bags were loaded in the trunk, or boot as they said in Britain, got in the back seat next to her. They made eye contact for a while as the car drove off, then Matt said:

"You're sitting too far away."

She shifted over to sit in the middle seat, and then they finally kissed for real, their tongues meeting, passionately but still slowly. She did not want the kiss to end, but finally broke away from it, gently pushing him away with a finger on his chest, exclaiming:

"Oh my god Matt! I can't believe we actually did this and I'm here!"

Then pausing, wondering if she was being loud and immature, looking over to see if she had displeased him, but if so he did not let it show, instead he smiled at her, saying:

"It's great you're here Sara, I've so much planned for us."

She felt that tingling sensation between her legs that she always got when she was instantly turned on. She wondered what he meant, but she was very much looking forward to finding out.

The drive through traffic into central London took forever she felt as the car pulled to a stop at another red light, but the conversation flowed freely and easily between them, like two old friends meeting again after a long time.

Then, finally, they arrived at the hotel. Sara had already looked it up and liked it, right across from Green Park, Buckingham Palace, and the upmarket shopping district around Harrods. They went through check-in together, and she enjoyed the eyes she got from the bell boys carrying their bags for them as she hooked her arm under Matt's and they took the lift up. Their bags were dropped off, and then the door closed and they found themselves alone in the hotel room.