I woke up from a dream that was typically confusing and weird. Now I was looking up into stunning ice-blue eyes. I reached up to touch your face. You entwined your fingers in mine and pulled me closer. Then, leaning down to kiss me once again, you said, “Go back to sleep, SuzyS.”I felt your hand slip between my naked thighs and lightly cup me. And with a sigh, I was asleep once again.There is one direct flight from Melbourne to London daily, and it takes about twenty hours. Although it’s possible to sleep during the flight (Business Class has beds of a sort). It still takes a few days to adjust, so my Mistress booked a hotel at Heathrow Airport. She Maltepe Escort is en route to her company’s head office in New York, so this UK stopover is a dream come true for both of us.We have been committed online lovers for a long time but have never met in real life. We meet almost daily and are completely comfortable, happy and fulfilled in our shared online world. We both find it utterly satisfying and almost always, our orgasms are real, even if the ways they are reached are imagined.When my Mistress told me of her plans, I had to re-read her messages repeatedly. Then I made a plan of action!First, I booked Maltepe Escort Bayan time off from work, and a manicure, a pedicure – then Vidal Sassoon’s to bring my pixie cut under control. Shaving and waxing, I take care of myself.Oh, and trying not to panic was high on my agenda.~~~Once I knew that your flight would land at around 5:30 in the morning, my time, I decided to go to Heathrow the evening before and find a cheap room so I would be there to meet you.It’s funny, but it never crossed my mind that we would not immediately recognise each other. It’s illogical, really, considering that our mental picture of each other is the product of our own imagination, but I trusted the proven power of our ESP!I went to bed early. I was too anxious to even think about sex. I set two alarms on my phone.~~~”Landed”I stared at the Arrivals board. The single word was enough. I knew that being on the ground was just the beginning of yet another tortuous journey through miles of corridors, checks and procedures.I took my place outside the Arrivals door. My colleagues were mostly men in cheap suits holding signs with silly names, and I wondered if I should have a sign saying ‘Mistress K’.Each time the Arrivals door hissed open, I tried to guess where those emerging had come from.The thing is, I KNEW we would recognise each other immediately. And so it was.OMG! She is STUNNING and towing a huge trolley bag. But then a man came forward and took her bag and arm, and I waited and waited.