I’m writing you this letter as I’m sitting at Gate 3 waiting for my flight 051 from Flint to Indianapolis. Writing you this letter is helping me calm my nerves and my mind. All the talking, planning, wishing, and praying has finally brought me to this day. The day that I will finally be in your arms.
As I’m writing you this letter, my mind is drifting back almost a year, to the day when we first met each other.
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I was struggling with a story to have edited so I looked through the forums and saw your name and your highly sought-after skills as a story editor, so I took a chance and sent you an email. I never would believe that one email would change my life.
When you agreed to edit for me, I was over the moon. Then, when you sent me back the edited story, I was beaming with pride, knowing that I had such an amazing editor to help me and inspired me to keep writing.
Slowly, over a few months, our professional relationship started to change. We both started flirting between emails. I would call you handsome, and you would call me beautiful. I sent you, my picture. You sent me yours. That made us closer and I remember thinking he’s so handsome!
Then as the spark caught flame, we exchanged phone numbers. Then I heard your voice, and I’m smiling as I’m recalling hearing your sexy voice for the first time. I loved the southern undertone, and the way you said my name, made me excited inside.
We talked whenever we could, even if it was on my ten-minute drive home from work. There was a deep friendship that was growing into something more.
As the summer heated up, so did the feelings between you and me. But there was something I wasn’t telling you, I was hiding someone from you.
Because of my dishonesty about him, it caused conflict between you and me. We would break up but then, after a week apart, we would start talking again. That pattern would be repeated a few more times. But, in the end, I believe we needed to go through it to completely be together as we are now.
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Thoughts of how I see our first night together are very vivid in my mind. I’m dressed as you requested for my flight today, black thigh-high stockings, black 4-inch heels, a black leather skirt short (but not too short), no panties, a deep v neck blouse, with a push-up bra and I’m wearing the perfume you bought me.
When my plane lands we agree that you will meet me outside the airport.
When I walk outside our eyes will meet and we will rush to hold each other. I will feel your strong arms holding me tight against you as our bodies are pressed together, nothing separating us now. You lean down and capture my mouth, kissing me with so much love and passion. The kiss lingers until my lungs are burning for air and my moans are all you can hear. We kiss until we are both left breathless.
With your arm tightly around me, we walk to your car, where you open the car door for me. But before I can sit down you steal one more, deep kiss. I can feel my pussy throbbing and start getting damp. I’m so in love with you.
We make small talk to the hotel as we hold hands the entire drive. We’re both smiling and happy.
The hotel you chose is gorgeous. You pull up to the valet parking and as the attendant hands you the receipt you see him admiring the view of my breasts.
I’m unaware of the attention, but I hear you say to the man, as you hand him a twenty, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?” The man grins and thanks you for the tip. You carry our bags and hold my hand as we go to the check-in.
The suite you reserved is breathtaking. I’m gazing out the huge windows when I feel you come up behind me and your cologne smells so good. You whisper in my ear, “Kitten, I want you.” I feel your teeth nipping at my neck as you start to unbutton my blouse. Your warm hands removing my bra, freeing my breasts at last. I’m feeling your thick cock pressing against my ass as you’re holding me hard against you.
“Don’t move, Kitten, let me undress you.”
You unzip my skirt pushing it down my legs. I step out of it and now I’m standing in front of you wearing nothing but my heels and stockings.
Your eyes never leave my face. “My Kitten,” you whisper, as you lead me to the bed.
I have never seen a man undress as you are doing right now, as your clothes are tossed without a thought. Seeing you naked takes my breath away, you’re perfect. Your cock is thick and hard and your eyes have a look of both lust and love. I love you so much right now and I can feel that my pussy is aching for you. I want you to own me, never let me go, sink your cock so deep inside me that you can’t remember your name.
You’re next to me, I’m on my back and you’re on your side. We start kissing, deep, tongue to tongue kissing, while your hand is caressing my smooth outer lips. You break the kiss to capture my nipple, sucking, licking, biting, and then I feel your finger slip inside me. I’m wet and you pull it out and bring it to my lips. “Suck my fingers, baby,” I clean your fingers off and then kiss your lips again.
Your hand slides down my body again and then I feel that your two fingers are rubbing my clit, as you’re biting and sucking on my nipples.
“Cum for me, cum, baby, give me your first one.”
I can feel the pressure building, I’m moaning and thrashing, “I’m cumming,” I pant. The orgasm squirts against your fingers.
“God, I love you,” you say as you kiss me hard. “I need to taste you, baby, spread for me, give me your pussy.”
I spread my legs open to you, giving my pussy to you.
You spread my lips wide open and then your whole face is inside me. Your hand slides under my ass and I feel a finger rimming me. Then I’m cumming again, as your finger penetrated my ass.
I’m cumming one after another, I’m trying to tap out like a wrestler, but you’re ignoring me. Five, six, seven orgasms then you take mercy on me. I’m panting as you get between my legs and put them on your shoulders. I feel your thick cock teasing the opening before you plunge to the base, holding it there, while you’re watching me.
Slowly pulling out and then plunging harder back in, each time watching my face. Then you start rubbing my clit after each downstroke, I’m coming off the bed, you’re holding on, pumping, rubbing, until I’m screaming, “I’m cumming!”
And you say, “Cum with me now!” and we both explode together. We’re spent, soaked, and in love.
My flight is boarding now love. I’ll see you in a few hours. I press send. The email reaches Mark in seconds.
The news that flight 051 from Flint to Indianapolis has crashed will be reported two hours later. There are no survivors.
