chapter four

SINCE SHE HAS gotten to know him, he always seems to bring the best out of her and always leaves her feeling happy and good about herself and today is more special than most. She feels that there is a strong connection and that they are both looking for the same thing out of their relationship. She can't wait to see him--and for her dream to become what she was hoping would be a reality. A new man in her life.

She has never felt this way in such a long time about any man. The divorce took her confidence away and she became almost a recluse. But that's long in the distant past, what matters to forget about it her life is about here and now.

Even when meeting with some of her closest friends she never felt she would be able to trust a man let alone live again. Until she met Adam. This time it could be different. At least that what she hoped. She has a good feeling for this weekend as she is looking for a spark to ignite her life again and so far he has given her good reason for her to realize her dreams. Adam was arriving that evening and understandably she was starting to feel just a little nervous as the hours passed, the excitement she felt was just like being on a first date.

Tired of sleeping alone. She is really missing a man who she can trust and love. Her artificial sex toys and self-pleasure is all well and good but she was feeling lonely and unloved and needed someone to make her feel like a woman again. Feeling horny is an understatement as she hasn't had good sex in a very long time. Being very cautious about who she should let back into her life. She wasn't looking for just any man but someone with whom she could connect with, and love her like she would in return. The thoughts kept on going round and round in her head. In just a few hours from now she would know for sure as they would be together.

She was tormenting herself far too much thinking that he would find her totally different in which case her dreams would be shattered, after all, men don't commit to relationships, they just want sex. At least these are the experiences she has had from communicating with other men online. They take one look at her and start plating their games of innuendo and perverse ramblings, and no doubt jerking off to her photo. If Adam was going to be everything she imagined him to be, she was hoping this was going to be the start of a new life and will do everything in her power to make sure that the weekend is going to be special. His reasons are coming to see her appear genuine as with all men. Time will tell.

Yana called just to wish her good luck. She was working so they couldn't meet up, so she spent the day alone making her apartment looking presentable, preparing some food for them both for later and generally just killing time. She couldn't stop herself clock watching. It seemed like the longest day ever. With hundreds of thoughts rushing through her head...what should she wear...something sexy or conservative? She wanted to make a good first impression and show off her best assets. After some careful thought looking at his photo again, she knew exactly what to wear. She was going to make his first impression of seeing her irresistible.

Almost six-thirty in the evening, time to leave for the airport about an hour’s drive to get there in time allowing for Friday night works traffic.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror seeing herself with the practiced motion of a woman who has checked her makeup a hundred times before a hundred boring nights out meeting boring people. But for the first time in a long time she didn't recognize the face staring back from the rectangular glass. And it wasn’t the lack of makeup that left her confused; it was the reassurance and the happiness in those sparkling eyes.

Wearing a black low-cut, sleeveless Nicole Farhi top and her slim-fit Rock and Republic jeans showing off her curvaceous outline and finally applying killer red lipstick for the finishing touch matching her expertly manicured long nails. She puts on her black knee length calf leather boots and her short leather jacket. She stares at her reflection critically. 'Yes....!' she said to herself. This will do nicely.

She got to the airport just before seven thirty. His flight was due at seven fifty and expected to see him round about eight twenty. She glanced at the information screen, it was on time, the BA London flight had just landed, she was now starting to feel a little nervous tension.

Twenty minutes later, she checked the screen again, it read 'Baggage in the Hall.' Her heart was now thumping starting to beat faster and felt like it was coming out of her chest. She focused her eyes on the arrivals door just ahead of her where the passengers walked through. The passengers from the London flight were starting to emerge through the automatic doors, watching and waiting intently for him to appear.

She had so many things going through her mind all at the same time. Would he turn out to be the man she imagined to be. She glances at the clock again, another five minutes goes past. It seems like an eternity. Other men around couldn't help but notice her, giving admiring glances, even the airport security guards stared like wild dogs. They could stare all they wanted, she was out of bounds to all of them. There was only one man Natalya wanted.

She continued staring at the doors in anticipation waiting for his appearance. Images and feelings flashed through her mind. She hadn't felt this excited in a long time and her excitement was just about to realized in the next few minutes when he appeared. And there he was, tall medium build, greyish hair, with a beaming smile that made her feel relaxed when he noticed her. He was far better looking than his photo and he certainly didn't look all his forty five years, wearing a blue jacket, open-necked white Oxford shirt and jeans. She was definitely not disappointed. He was her man and she was feeling very pleased with herself.

Making eye contact from a distance. She now felt more relaxed and knew immediately that this was going to be a wonderful and hopefully very physically demanding weekend. By now she just wanted to hold him.