A full arrivals hall, with multiple arrivals from all over the world, and staff at O.R Tambo had the wisdom of placing just two Immigration Officers at Passport Control. This was taking forever, and James time was very limited on this occasion.
Just eighteen hours earlier, standing jaded at Check-In after a three-day conference in Hong Kong, he'd initially been inclined to reject the offer of flying home via Johannesburg in exchange for an upgrade. But just as he was about to politely say, "no, thank you," a wicked realisation had popped into his head. Perhaps he could see her?
He'd met her nearly a decade ago. She'd volunteered to model for him on a specific photographic project he was working on. He was to be in Jozie on business and could easily take his gear with him, so they set up a shoot. He'd seen she was beautiful from her profile photos before they met, but he hadn't figured on her energy and presence being so intoxicating.
They'd met at a restaurant for a bite to eat before shooting, and by the time they arrived at the hotel room for the photos, he was smitten. It was a nude shoot, and she'd undressed with confident ease whilst he set up his equipment. Serious togs never mess with their models, it's the mark of creeps, so nothing had happened... but going to bed after she'd left was a torturous affair until he'd finally yielded to his more carnal desires and put himself out of his misery. Several times.
Fast forward all those years and just a few months ago he'd seen her again on a fetish social site. They had both been away from the kink scene for years, but had arrived back at almost the same time. But, this time around she was very confidently declaring herself a Domme. Seeing that profile picture of her, and the word Domme next to her name had sent his head into a spin and heated him up so quickly he'd had to jump straight into the pool.
He lived in Cape Town, and she was a Jozie girl, so it had been a modern affair insofar as it was down to technology to play with each other. Hot emails, increasingly clever uses of video chatting and distance Domme-ing had given them both lots of fun and plenty of sexy moments. But now they just might be meeting for the second time ever. Would it be as intense as their imaginations led them to believe?
'Oh come on!' he thought as the two Officers stood chatting to each other whilst repeatedly thumbing their way through a poor Indian chap's dog-eared passport.
"Next!" and finally it was his turn. A cursory check of his photo, visa stamp and Residence Certificate and he was good to go. Thankfully he travelled light and there was no luggage to collect. In just one-hundred-and-twenty minutes though he'd have to be back at Departures and boarding the local flight home.
Technology had facilitated them yet again, as he'd booked a room at the InterContinental right there at the terminal building, online.
'I'm here, what room number are you in?' A simple sentence to text, but it took him four goes as he was running as fast as he could without making a spectacle of himself. Quick as a flash, came her reply, '314, a spare key is waiting for you at reception. Don't dither my pet.'
His heart was pounding so loud he was certain the other passengers in the lift to the third floor could hear it. Ping! The lift doors opened and he felt faint when he saw room 314 was literally the first door. His mouth was bone dry, his head a mixture adrenaline and sexual intoxication. How he'd longed to serve this beautiful dominant woman in the flesh.
The room was dead silent, the curtain drawn shut so that the only light was the soft glow of the desk lamp. She was sitting there, legs crossed and in a silk bedroom gown. Her shoes were black like the gown, with black embroidered roses on the toes. She was clearly wearing silk stockings. He was instantly rock hard and pretty sure he sensed a drop of pre-cum ooze to the tip of his cock. He could eat her with a spoon, 'captivating' would be an understatement.