First Meeting - From Webcam to Real

Before you read this, just a couple of points. The characters are NOT fictional. We exist, and enjoyed the online friendship described initially. Obviously, names have been changed, but other than that, many of the initial details are accurate, if a little enhanced! Beyond that, you might like to think of this as a fantasy, or a dream -- whatever dreamworld one goes to when thinking 'what if....' It will never happen for real, but it's fun to dream.

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Chapter 1: Getting to know each other
He wasn't sure if this was going to be the climax of something wonderful, or another disappointment. It couldn't really be disappointing, he reflected -- meeting people is always good, especially people who you know and have shared so much with.
It had come totally out of the blue -- logging on one morning, and Marnie just dropping into conversation: 'We're coming to the UK in March'. It turned out that Maria had entered one of her stories for a competition -- and unsurprisingly (to those who read them), she had won a tour of Europe! By discussion with the competition organisers, they had managed to arrange a three day break in the UK, away from the planned schedule, on condition that they make all their own arrangements -- and that meant Des!
From then, he had just one thought -- he had to meet them! His closest on line friend and her closest friend. They had shared secrets, good times, bad times, good moods, bad moods, health and sickness -- clothes and nudity. In some ways, he felt he should feel a little embarrassed meeting her -- but all he really felt was that knot of apprehension and fluttering excitement which he hadn't felt since he was a small child on Christmas Eve.
He knew the flight had landed, and they would now be waiting for their luggage. He reflected on their friendship -- the virtual strip poker games (played for photographs, viewed in a tiny format on the website, in various states of undress), the uncertainty of any on line relationship -- was he really talking to the stunning woman in the pictures, or to someone who was just leading him on -- and her friend -- gorgeous again -- could he really have just happened across two such beautiful women -- one a professional model -- by coincidence?
Not just that -- they seemed such lovely people -- intelligent, good conversationalists, open and honest -- though he always felt a little bit of holding back -- which in light of their further conversations was hardly a surprise. He knew she had had many challenges in her life, mostly as a result of a relationship where she had been betrayed, almost to the point of being abused -- but her resilience and strength were just one more thing he admired and respected about her.
The first passengers came through -- he actually wondered if he would recognise them -- or if they would know him. From the first couple of harassed looking businessmen, who seemed so full of their own importance, more people passed him, some relaxed, some rather awe struck, some just plain confused. Gradually, the trail of people diminished. He knew it -- they hadn't come. All a wind up. Shit -- never mind -- just five more minutes.

Suddenly he felt an odd sensation in his groin -- a strange tingling -- somehow oddly familiar -- his 'phone on vibrate! He looked at the text: '2 mins -- finding trolley -- M