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*This is a long, but true story about the very infrequent, but very real moment in life when two people act on an immediate, mutual attraction so intense and so passionate that it defies logic*.   

I had to close a deal in Argentina.  The day of departure, I had a late afternoon client engagement in midtown that required me to be in a suit and I did not have time to go home and change into more comfortable clothes for the overnight flight, so I went straight to JFK.

After check-in, I went to the Centurion Lounge with the intention to change clothes in order to fully relax while enjoying a nice cocktail and a bite to eat.  As I made my way through the lounge, I noticed a woman with an absolutely breathtaking figure and stunningly beautiful face standing at the bar about to order a drink.

We locked eyes for a fraction of a second, but our mutual gaze was so intense that I felt like I entered a slow-motion action scene in a Guy Ritche movie. 

An instinctual process overcame me – I was like a bug that just has to migrate toward a bright porch light on a dark night – and so I stayed in my suit and went straight to the bar.  Unbeknownst to either of us at the time, this would be a fateful decision.

“Do you mind if I join you?” I asked.

“I would love it if you did,” she replied.

“I have to say, you wear that suit very well.”

“Thank you. My name is “Y” and it’s a pleasure.”

“My name is “X,” she said, “and I have to say that the pleasure is mine.”

“What did you order?” I asked, our eyes transfixed.

“Bourbon on the rocks.”

I ordered the same and when our drinks arrived, I extended a “cheers” to safe travels, wherever her destination might be. 

“Argentina,” she replied and took a sip.

“No shit?” I blurted out.”Yes. Seat 12 D,” she replied. 

As fate would have it, I was in 12 H, which for company class on American’s long-haul flights are nextto each other in the middle of the cabin.

“Well,” I said, “it seems like this might be the first of several drinks together.  I am on the same flight and – believe it or not – right next to you.”

There was suddenly a palpable sense of adventure between us.

* * * *

The conversation was effortless.  We laughed.  Her hand found my arm as I told the punch line to a funny story.  We teased each other.  We talked about our company in Argentina.  We ordered another drink. 

As we offered a “cheers” to each other, she said “I cannot believe I am about to say this, but I am insanely attracted to you.”

“Are you sure it’s not my suit?” I asked.

“Oh, it helps,” she said with a wink, “but you have managed to overwhelm me.”

“Well, thank you.  I must admit that I feel the exact same way about you.”

Truth be told, this woman had me under a spell.  I simply had to absorb everything about her.  I noticed countless details about her in an impossibly short amount of time, but also felt oddly insatiable, like I could do this forever and still want to learn more.

I also had a searing desire to indulge in deviant, unbridled sex with her, right then and there. 

My eyes unlocked from hers for a moment and focused on her left hand as I said, “I wish we could act on our attraction, but …”

She interrupted me.  “I don’t want to talk about my husband and it would mean a lot if you would do the same.”

“Okay.”

“To be honest,” she said, “I feel like I cheated on my husband when I agreed to share a drink with you, but there is something about you.  I have never had this need-to-know sensation before.”

“Trust me,” I said.  “I had a rough day at work and all I wanted to do when I got here was change out of this suit, enjoy a drink and stare into the distance, but my eyes met yours and …”

“Shit,” she blurted out.”

“What?”

“My boss just walked in and not only is he on our flight, but he is also good friends with my husband.  Please know that I do not want our little fairy tale to end, but I need you to go change your clothes now.”

“I understand,” and took a final sip of my drink and put a cash tip on the bar. 

“Thank you,” she said as she placed her hand on my arm. 

Her words hung in the air with a sincerity that was equal parts gorgeous and tragic.

We looked at each other and I swear it was the first time her eyes did not exude curiosity or passion.

* * * *

As I left the restroom, her boss walked past me with his suitcase, probably to change out of his suit for the flight. I decided to use the minute or two without him in close proximity.

“You wear casual clothes as well as a suit,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.  I am off to the gate, but I saw your boss enter the bathroom and wanted to say “hi” one more time.”

“I am glad you did, but please remember to be mindful about my boss during the flight.” 

“I promise.”

She leaned toward me, kissed me on the cheek and then whispered into my ear, “I thought fairy tales supposed to end well.”

* * * *

The flight was 37,000 feet above the Atlantic as the flight attendants collected the last of the dinner trays and wine glasses.  My movie finished shortly thereafter and I went to the bathroom before trying to organize my bed and blankets and try to a few hours of sleep.  As I returned to my seat, I noticed the woman of my hopelessly unfulfilled attraction had her compartment light on and was writing in a journal.  We locked eyes and she winked at me, then nodded back toward her boss, who was still awake.

I got myself into bed and just as I was about to turn off the light, a folded piece of paper dropped into my compartment.  I had not received a note from a girl since middle college and I was giddy with excitement.

The note read:

*”I can’t stop thinking about you.  I have never been so immediately and intensely attracted to somebody and yet I do not even know your last name.*

*If you had not asked to join me at the bar, then none of this would have happened and I would have gone through life blissfully unaware.  Instead, you shattered my sense of what attraction can be.* *I am not ready to be done with you.*  

*I have never even kissed another man since I married my husband and I can’t believe that I am about to give you this note, but my boss has a commitment tomorrow night that I am not a part of, so if you are free and want to play this out, then please visit the Intercontinental and ask the receptionist for a message from me.”*

*P.S. You might not even show up, but if you decide to do so, then please wear a suit.  I undressed you with my eyes at the airport, but I want to undress you for real.*

* * * *

I also was staying at the Intercontinental, which is a fairly standard destination for foreign company travelers.   I turned off my light and started to think about how this might play out.

* * * *

I had to go straight to a lunch appointment after clearing customs, so I was more than ready to check-in and clean-up.  i asked the receptionist if a woman named “X” had left me a message.  I was handed an envelope and inside was piece of the same journal paper from my previous note with “Room 317 at 7 o’clock” written on it. 

I went to my room, took a quick nap, then showered and put on my suit. 

I knocked on the door of Room 317, heard the lock open and “X” stepped right into my arms and we had the most passionate kiss you could possibly imagine.   Our hands were all over each other and clothes were quickly strewn across the floor. 

We fucked for hours.  We ravaged each other on every piece of furniture in the room and in every position imaginable. 

The first time I was about to cum, she was riding me as I sat on a chair and she quickly dropped to her knees and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock before she engulfed my entire shaft with authority until her lips hit the base and I simultaneously exploded into the back of her throat. 

She told me that I tasted wonderful and we laughed because it was the first words we had spoken to each other since the airport lounge.  

The next time we fucked, she was bent over the desk as I pounded her from behind and pulled out in order to cum all over on her perfect ass, right on top of the red marks from when I spanked her.

In between one of the sessions, my tongue danced on her clit as my finger slid in and out of her absolutely drenched pussy until her hands pulled my hair and her thighs squeezed my head as her orgasm made her body shiver.

We ordered room service and wine, only to get halfway through the meal and pushed the plates to the side as I laid her on top of the table so I could rhythmically penetrate her from the tip of my cock to the base of my shaft and back to the tip, over and over.  I pulled out and came all over her stomach, only to watch her reach down and swirl her fingers around the mess and then into her mouth, closing her eyes as if she just eaten a decadent dessert.

We showered to clean ourselves up, but ended up fucking while facing each other.  One of her legs was wrapped around my waist and while with my hands held her ass tightly and my cock was deep inside of her, she grinded her clit into my pubic bone until she came hard and fast.  I barely pulled out in time and shot the little bit of cum I had left on her shaved pussy.

We dried each other off.  It was now 11:30pm and we were totally exhausted.  We went to bed naked.   I slept behind her with my arms wrapped around her. 

* * * *

I woke up to her hand slowing rubbing my hip (and I do love it when a woman wakes up ready to fool around). Both of us were still on our left sides and my arms were still around her.  I glimpsed at the clock on her side of the bed – it was 5:24am – and her hand kept exploring, slowing moving onto my thigh and then in between my legs until she had my cock in her hands. 

I was hard – I am at all times hard when I wake up – and she rubbed it a few times before she directed it to the entrance of her pussy.  She then moved her hand to back to my hip and then onto my ass and she pulled me slowly into her already wet pussy. 

This time we made love.  Our pace was slow and her moans were soft, but the passion was intense.   I reached around her hip to her inner thigh, then pulled her leg over mine so I could access her clit, which I rubbed with just a bit of pressure while my cock slid in and out of her pussy.  Both of our thighs were covered in her wetness.

She started to squirm a bit more and whispered, “Don’t stop.”

I was buried deeply inside of her and my finger kept after her clit. Her breaths began to quicken and her legs tightened-up.  Her hips started to move quickly and just as I felt her pussy begin to clamp down on my cock she blurted out, “Please cum in me.”

Much like at the airport, my instinctual reaction was immediate and strong.  I could not think.  I was primal. I felt my balls tighten.  She told me that she could feel my cock getting harder.  She started to convulse just as my cock begin to pulse.  My body felt waves of warmth pass through it for what seemed like an eternity.

* * * *

We woke up to an alarm at 6:30am and a mess between our legs.  She rolled over and we looked at each other.  Our eyes transfixed. 

“Thank you,” I said, and kissed her forehead. 

Our eyes met once more, she kissed me softly on the lips and said, “No, thank you.  It was the perfect fairy tale.”

* * * *

I often think about what my life would have been like with her in it.  I also wonder if she has similar thoughts, or if she thinks about me at all.  

Truth be told, we have not communicated in 8 years and I still have no idea what her last name is. 

Before I left Room 317,  we both agreed that what transpired between us was perfect.  Probably too perfect.  In our heart of hearts, I think we both knew that anything more we did or anything more we said would ruin the fairy tale. 

So we got dressed and we gave each other a long, tight hug.   Then I walked out of Room 317 almost exactly 12 hours after I walked into it.

Life can be a stressful, unfair mess.   Our adventure was a welcome break. It was fun and full of unadulterated passion.  

It also taught me to play it out once in a while because, well, you just never know.   

NSFW: yes

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