The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... crotch. So easy! Eventually he got to the barrier and proceeded through, never to be seen again. But it had passed the time. I zipped up my hoodie again and a few minutes later it was my turn. I exited to baggage reclaim to pick up my case while praying no customs people who would want to rifle through my very personal posessions today!

The gods were in my favour and I breezed through to exit into the arrivals hall. It was pretty busy as I walked out and looked down the line for a surprise pickup from Kara, but there was no sign. I didn't really think she would, I had told her I'd make my own way home and she hadn't protested in the slightest. As I walked the gauntlet of private hire drivers holding signs and children & lovers looking expectantly for thir eagerly awaited reunion, my eye was drawn to a girl standing on her own looking towards the exit I had just emerged from. She was short, had blonde hair and glasses and was wearing jeans, a pair of converse and a hoodie. As I got closer I could see her hoodie had an IBM logo on it. There was no way this could be a coincidence!

"Hi" I said as I walked up to her, startling her a little "is your name Chloe by any chance?"

"Yeah... sorry... do I know you?" she replied, confused, while continue to look past me towards the arrivals door.

"No, but we have a mutual friend" I replied "and if that's why you're here... well he's not coming."

This got Chloe's attention and she turned and look straight at me, trying to ...

... work out what was going on. I introduced myself and explained the mix-up with the text message meant for me. Although clearly a little embarrassed, she actually seemed a bit relieved when I told her it was just me on the flight. She thanked me then turned to leave, but I reached out and grabbed her arm in what was, on reflection, a slightly stalker-ish move.

"Wait...", I said "...can I ask you why you came?"

I didn't think after so many years she was here to confess her undying love for the former co-worker she jilted. I had a suspicion what was really going on but I wasn't certain yet. She looked at me and tried to work me out. How much did I know? Had I not assumed it was because she always regretted her decision and wanted another chance? Was I mocking her?

"It doesn't matter, good night." she said, attempting to get away, but I held onto her arm (I had definitely crossed the line into crazy town at that stage but in for a penny...)

"Can I buy you a coffee?" I asked looking into her eyes and smiling at her. She looked both intrigued and almost a little excited at the idea. My theory had legs, figuratively speaking.

Chloe was like one of those characters you see in movies, who at the start are made up to look a bit plain or nerdy, as though they're not attractive when objectively they still totally are. Then at some point into the film they get a makeover which makes them obviously hot from that point on. Chloe was pre-makeover, her thick glasses made her eyes ...