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This is an actual encounter that happened to me a couple of years ago.

As an author of erotic fiction, most of the work is precisely that. Just my deviate mind expressing my fantasies or something I've seen or experienced.

But a few days ago, something happened that changed my world, and the idea of that would never happen to me. Everything in this story is a hundred per genuine, and I still can't believe it happened, so let me share with you what took place that rocked my world. It was Sunday the 9/12/2018.

I live and work in Australia; after fifteen years of being in the Oil & Gas patch,  living overseas, my wife and I returned to Australia in 2016. I had about six months off.

We bought a house etc., but I needed to go back to work before my wife killed me or left me. In seven years of marriage, my job kept me away from home, so I never spent more than four weeks together at any time.

At fifty-five, I'm not quite able to retire, so I found myself working in the mining game, having done it back in the early nineties. This means I travel from the city I live to a remote mine on the other side of the country.

Sunday is a travel day. I fly into Perth, stay overnight in a hotel close to the airport and usually catch a 05:40 am flight Monday and go straight to work. 

Today was no different, except I forgot to check-in online before the flight, which meant when I went to get a seat on a fully booked flight, I ended up with the worst seat on the plane, row 30 against the toilet bulkhead.

Luckily, it was an aisle seat but being full meant no room and, with my luck, probably sitting next to two huge hairy men.
I was one of the first on the plane and sat down, watching the other people file down the centre aisle.

I was dreading the people I would be seated with but was pleasantly surprised when the first one who came along was a very skinny young Chinese girl who had the window seat.

But the plane was filling fast, and no one else had come to sit next to me then the final last few passengers, the dregs filed on, and I was extremely pleased when a businesswoman asked to get in her seat.

Now you may think this sounds mean, but it's an honest observation. The lady in question was in her mid-thirties, but she was nothing to look at, and when I say that, she wasn't ugly, just very plain looking, she wouldn't stand out in a crowd.

I don't think she was wearing any makeup. Her hair was a mousey, brown, blondish, nothing sort of colour. It was short and cut into a bob just above her shoulders, and she was wearing very thick black-rimmed glasses and not the stylish type.

Her breasts were maybe B cup at a push, and then probably all a padded bra. But what she did have, was the most amazing legs and lots of them. They were very long; she wore a pair of strappy 3" wedges, which really accentuated her amazing calves. But it was her skirt that defined the whole package.

In fact, it didn't really suit her look. If that makes sense, it just didn't fit her style. It looked high-end designer, where the rest looked Kmart. It was a short wraparound but made from a stiff sort of fabric, and it was cut into a V shape upwards; it looked like the letter W.

When she sat down, no matter how much she tried pulling it down, it barely covered her panties with the V cutaway in the very centre. So to compensate for any unintentional exposure, she placed an iPad and book on her lap.

So there we were, ready for take-off. The Chinese girl was already asleep with her head on a pillow against the window.

We did the usual pleasantries, are you heading home or on holidays etc. This was when I found out she was a Sales Manager for an electric cable company or something like that, and I found out her name was Kirstie.

Now, this was a five-hour flight, so I set about to get out my Huawei tablet and watch some inflight entertainment, only to discover I had left the cable adapter for the earphone jack at home. So now I had no headphones. Fuck it. I thought, now what? No movies. What would I do for five hours?

We were thirty minutes into the flight and, I really was trying not to look at Kirstie's legs, but, Jesus, they were fantastic, and so were her feet.

Ok, I don't have a foot fetish, but she had very sexy feet.

So I thought I would write the second part of the latest story I was writing for Erotic Stories.

I guess I was well into it when the hostess came around with snacks and drinks, so I took a break, as did Kirstie while we were eating.

I noticed the cover of her book. It was simply called the milkman.

I jokingly said, "Is that erotic fiction?" 

To which she gave me a funny look and said, "What would make you think it was an erotic book," she asked.

"You know the milkman did it type of thing," I replied.

"Nope, I'm not following you."

"You know the old saying? If your son or daughter doesn't look like the father, people say they are probably the milkman's."

"Oh, really, I have never heard that. Why the milkman's?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

Then it sort of dawned on me she isn't old enough to remember getting milk delivered to your front door by a milkman.

"Oh, you probably aren't old enough to remember milk being delivered to your front door by a milkman," I said to her.

"No, not really, but I'm thirty-four, so I'm not that young."

"Kirstie, that is young compared to me. I'm fifty-five."

"Really, you don't look it. I would have thought the maybe mid-late forties. You look really good for your age then," she said, complimenting me.

"Thank you very much! You have made my day."

We continued to talk for quite a while. I found out Kirstie was married for nearly twelve years.

Kirstie told me that she had met her husband at university and had married when she finished her studies at twenty-two.

The strange thing was, for some reason, she really opened up to me and started telling me everything about her life.
She told me what they did for work, how marriage was getting boring, and that they had been trying for a year to have children but still no luck.

The more we talked, the more I was attracted to her. It's hard to explain, but I found her sexually attractive. I'm not sure if it was her smile, the ease of the conversation or her beep blue eyes, but everything about her suddenly made her incredibly sexy.

There was something about her innocents and her desperation to open up about her private life to a complete stranger.

It was pretty strange. 

We were sitting talking, and she asked me, "I saw you reading something before. Was that erotic fiction?" She laughed, making a joke about my comment on her book.

"No, actually, I was writing erotic fiction," I replied, smiling.

"I don't believe you. You are just saying that now to make fun of me."

"No, I really am writing erotic fiction. It's what I do for a hobby here; read it!"

I handed her my tablet, and she read what I had written. When she was finished, she just looked at me with a stunned look on her face.

"My goodness, that's really rude and extremely detailed. How many stories have you written like that?"

"Oh, lots. I have them all on here if you want to read another one," I said.

"Really, do you mind? I would like to read one you have completed."

"No, not at all. I would like to get some feedback from a real person, not just someone on the internet."

"On the internet, do you publish them?"

"I submit them to a website for people to read, yeah."

I opened up my story file and handed her my tablet. She chose to read the Story for Rinnie, which has three parts, so I got out my phone and listened to music as it didn't need an adapter for the earphone jack, and I let her read in peace.

I guess she read all three parts. I lost track of time listening to music.

She handed back my tablet and asked if I could let her out as she needed to go to the toilet. I couldn't help but notice her legs once again. As she got out, I even got a glimpse of Kirstie's panties, white satin ones, nothing sexy at all, which is what I had expected.

She came back from the toilet after a little while, and I once again moved for her. I noticed this time when she sat down, Kirstie didn't put her iPad back on her lap, leaving only millimetres of material covering her panties, but I was happy she had more legs exposed.

But it was killing me trying not to look because she had the best legs I had seen. But there was something else going on. Kirstie had a strange look on her face and seemed quite flushed. Kirstie noticed me looking at her, and she turned an even brighter shade of red. Leaning into me real close, she said quietly so no one else could hear.

"Is that story real? Like, did that girl really do those things with that woman and her husband and that machine?"

"No, it's just fiction. Why, did you like it?"

"I did. I liked it a lot. Is that the sort of thing you and your wife do?" She asked me very seriously.

"No, not at all. I wrote that story for a friend of mine in Malaysia. She loved Fifty Shades of Grey, so I wrote a story for her. She is a real person, and I used her real name to make it feel personal for her."

"You know I never read that book. All my friends at work raved about it. What do you and your wife like then?" She asked me.

I found this a very intimate question to ask a total stranger. She was asking me what I like sexually, and that seemed strange to me. It's definitely not something I would dare ask her unless we were on a date or something.

"Well, that's a little embarrassing. How about you read the story Holiday in Spain that will explain everything my wife and I are into? It's based on mostly actual events and a little part fantasy."

I handed her the tablet again. She took it but just held it for a minute before leaning in real close again and said, "That other story made me terribly horny, and I mean hornier than I can ever remember. I had to go to the toilet because I was so wet I had to clean myself up. I'm not sure I will be responsible for my actions. If I read a real story of you and your wife, have really experienced."

I must have had the most shocked look on my face. Because almost immediately, Kirstie grabbed my arm and said, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. That is way too much information. You're just so easy to talk to. You make me feel so relaxed."

I put my hand on hers and said, "It's fine, in fact; that is a huge compliment. To know it made you horny and wet means the story must have been good."

"Oh, it was really good. Look, I have lived a somewhat sheltered life. I was a virgin when I married my husband.
He is the only person I have ever slept with and, we have never really looked at porn or read anything like the stories you have written. Sure, I have read romance novels and stuff that get a little sexy, which makes me horny, but I have never read anything like that with so much intimate detail."

I couldn't help but sort of feel for her. I had had an outrageous sex life, having lived and worked in sixty-five countries. Let me tell you, I have seen and done some crazy fucked up shit. From a midget Thai girl running the Thailand mafia bar/brothel to a mass orgy in Malaysia and everything in between. Actually, that night in Bangkok with the Triad and the midget, it's lucky I'm still alive

Kirstie smiled and started reading the story. I couldn't help but notice her whole posture had changed, with the iPad no longer on her lap. Kirstie's skirt had now ridden up, and I could see the crutch of her panties, and they were indeed wet.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing from a woman I had only met a couple of hours ago. This shit just doesn't happen in real life. When she finished the story, Kirstie placed the tablet on her lap. I'm sure she knew I could see her wet panties. She sat there for a minute just thinking before leaning over close to me.

"Did you really do all that? Did you let your wife do that with another man and out in the open on the beach? I have so many questions now."

"Like what, what do you want to know? That's what we are into. I love exposing her and sharing her with other men.
It's so hot watching my wife being fucked to orgasm by a well-endowed man."

"So you like to watch your wife have sex with other men, and then you do that afterwards?"

"Yes, I love to watch my wife with other men, and yes, I love to clean their cum out of her with my mouth and tongue."

I had a raging hard-on now. Talking to a stranger about stuff like this just made me horny as fuck. My cock was straining against my jeans. Kirstie was just sitting there looking at me in disbelief; I think trying to imagine my wife fucking another man, and then me going down on her and eat another man's cum.

"Isn't that gay?" she finally said.

"What?"

"Eating another man's cum from your wife, isn't that gay?"

"No, I didn't suck his cock, or he didn't fuck me, or I fuck him, so no, it's not gay."

Kirstie then looked me straight in the eye and said,

"I want that!"

"You want what?" I asked.

"I want you to go down on me and eat my pussy."

I almost choked on my own tongue when she said that; at first, I thought she was joking. But I could see she was dead serious. I could barely get two words together but managed to stutter out.

"Surely, you're just kidding. You don't really know me. I'm not sure what to say here. A woman I had just met has never asked me to do something like that, especially on a plane."

"Not on the plane, silly, at my hotel room when we land. I want to do that. I want to experience that from a total stranger I won't ever see again. My husband has never eaten my pussy. He said it's dirty; we have only ever done it in two positions for the last twelve years. I'm bored. I want what your wife gets."

"You're totally serious right now, aren't you?"

She didn't say a word. She turned, looked at the Chinese girl sleeping then looked across the aisle. One guy was watching a movie. The other two were asleep. She grabbed my hand and placed it very firmly under her skirt on her very wet panties.

"Yes, I'm serious. Can you feel how wet I am? I have never been this wet or this horny in my entire life. My pussy has never leaked like this before, and looking at your pants, I think you're just as horny as I am right now."

It was true; how could I not be fucking horny? I had a woman on a plane holding my hand against her wet pussy, telling me she wanted me to eat it, and she wasn't my wife.

My cock was about to burst, but I thought I would see just how far she was really prepared to go. So I moved my hand up and slid it down inside of her panties.

She gave me a very shocked look and gasped. Then looked around before slightly opening her legs a little wider.
I slid my fingers down through her abundant amount of pubic hair until they found wetness, lots of wetness. She really wasn't joking about her pussy leaking; holy shit. She was dripping wet.

My fingers slipped into her so easy she had nice fat pussy lips, although I'm sure you wouldn't be able to see them for pubes. I put two fingers in her, but it was an odd angle, and I couldn't turn my wrist, so I decided to just rub her clit.

In about thirty seconds, she was grabbing my hand to stop me, but I kept rubbing, and she tensed right up, trying to close and cross her legs. Her head flung down onto my shoulder, and she bit into me as she orgasmed on my fingers, flooding her panties even more than they already were.

I pulled my finger out of the waistband of her wet panties and licked my fingers clean. Let me tell you, fuck, she tasted good. Kirstie was in complete shock that she had just cum in such a public place.

She just stared at me. At first, I thought, oh, oh is she going to scream or something.

Then she said, "Oh my God, I can't believe you just did that. No one but my husband has ever touched me down there. I have never done anything even remotely sexy in public, and I've never ever cum so quickly,"

Then, even more bizarre, she leaned over and kissed me. Not just a peck on the lips but a full-on pash sliding her tongue into my mouth and really going for it.

I had to push her back and said, "We need to just chill; we are on a plane, and I'm pretty sure everyone around us knows we aren't together, Kirstie."

I sat looking at her. Her whole face was totally flushed red she looked exhausted. She leaned her head back on the seat, rolled her head towards me and said, "I'm serious, Kevin. I realised reading your stories I have not lived at all.
I haven't tried anything. Fuck, I have never even had my pussy eaten before. I want it all, and I trust you. Even though I don't really know why I feel like I have known you my whole life, I can't talk to my husband as easily as I can you."

I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock, and said, "This should tell you how much I want to do everything with you as well."

She squeezed it tight and slid her hand up and down once.

"My God, it's so big and hard."

"It's hard, but it's not big bloody hell. I'm only average about six and a half inches, nothing special."

"Well, it's a lot bigger than my husband, that's for sure, so will you come to my hotel with me?"

"You couldn't pay me not to come."

We sat and talk for much of the rest of the flight. She read a couple more of my stories and each time put my hand on her soaked panties as a bit of reward to say how much she like the story. We finally arrived, and we caught a taxi into the city centre to her hotel which was much better than mine.

We got up to the room which overlooked the Swan river; it was a great room. I dropped my bags on the ground, and if I'm honest, I was really quite nervous about the whole thing now we were here.

But fuck it, I thought, this was never going to happen again in my lifetime, so, what the hell? You only live once.

Kirstie excused herself to go to the bathroom. I guess to go to the toilet when she came out. She just had a towel wrapped around her.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel really quite dirty down there."

"No, not at all. Would you like me to join you?"

She looked at me strangely, and I sort of got the feeling that now all the hype and horniness had worn off, she might be feeling a whole lot of guilt and a whole lot like she might like to change her mind.

She opened her suitcase on the luggage shelf. I walked up behind her and took her by the shoulders, turning her around to face me.

"Look, Kirstie, you're a married woman that has never done anything like this before, where I have done lots of crazy things. I'm happy to leave now and put it all down to a crazy wonderful experience if you are feeling awkward about everything now," I said, trying to reassure her she was under no pressure to continue.

She had taken her heels off and, I'm 6'2", so she was looking up at me, placing her arms around my neck. She just reached up and gave a deep wet kiss which honestly was as romantic as you would see in any movie. 

It wasn't lustful or sexy. It was passionate and loving, and it was fucking hot. She was an excellent kisser. My cock started to get hard instantly; after about a minute of kissing like that, she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"That's my answer to that," she said before turning away.

She walked to the bathroom; as she got to the doorway, she took the corner of the towel, tugged it loose, and the towel drop to the floor. She continued to the shower, not shutting the door. I took that as a come join me, which I did, almost falling over myself to get my jeans, shoes and socks off.

By the time I was undressed, she was already in the shower area, which was one of those large open areas with both the rain head and the handheld showerhead. Like I said earlier, when I saw her, I wouldn't have probably given her a second look in a crowd, but now standing there naked with water cascading over her body, she was a living, breathing goddess.

I walked in behind her wrapping my arms around her wait. It startled her for a second before she turned to face me, then she reached up and kissed me passionately.

Her breasts weren't large, but there were firm, and her nipples were rosy pink and very erect.

I took the soap from the tray and began soaping her up. First her breasts, then her shoulders and back, before soaping up her firm, beautiful arse. Moving her out of the water, I rubbed myself all over her, soaped up back and arse, my hard cock rubbing all over her arse.

Kirstie reached back and grabbed my hard cock, and rubbed it up and down. I reached around and massaged her firm tits, rolling her hard nipples in my fingers. She pushed me backwards under the water washing the soap from our bodies before turning the water off and slowly lowering herself to her knees.

Once in front of me, she took my rock-hard cock in her hands and slowly placed it in her warm mouth. She looked up at me as she slowly moved her head back and forth, sucking a little more of my cock into her mouth each time.

She was definitely no expert, and I wondered if she had ever given a blowjob before. But it felt good and, I enjoyed it, but I wanted more, so I pulled her to her feet and led her into the bedroom. 

The room had a king-size bed. I threw one of the big fluffy towels down on the bed as we hadn't dried ourselves. 
I gently pushed her back onto the towel. As I did, I went down on my knees and paid her back the favour for her attempted headjob.

I gently pushed her legs apart and saw her pussy lips for the first time. They were bright pink and puffy, very nice, I thought. Not long and thick like my wife's, but they were perfect all the same.

She eased herself back on the bed more and placed her feet on the edge of the bed, which let her legs full naturally apart. This opened her pussy up and, I could see the juices starting to form and leak from her.

With a hand on each knee, I leant forward and licked slowly up the inside of her thigh. 
She shuddered, and a moan escaped her lips. I then licked up the other side before flicking my tongue across her clit.

She grabbed a handful of the quilt as her body tensed up immediately.

I then took both lips in my mouth and sucked on them, pulling on them with my lips before releasing them and running my tongue the entire length of her pussy. Her body was arched up, and she stifled a little scream as I then took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it.

She tasted so good, so damn sweet, and it was gushing from her now, running out from between her lips and down to her tight little bum hole. Not wanting to miss any, I pushed her legs back, and I licked my way down to her bum hole. Flicking it with my tongue before sticking my tongue into her tight nether regions.

Kirstie reeled back, pushing herself away, but I pulled her back by her legs and dove my tongue as deep as I could into her arsehole. I had to hold onto her tight as she screamed out and tried to get away. But I just kept licking it, stabbing it with my tongue as deep as I could until she realised just how good it felt.

Kirstie started to relax, and I spent a little bit of time eating out her arse until she was withering around on the bed and moaning, right before clamping my teeth on her clit again and driving my tongue deep into her pussy.

Kirstie just grabbed my head and held it there, clamping her long legs around my head and rode my face as an orgasm ripped through her. As she came, the pussy muscles pushed large amounts of thick creamy juice out into my waiting mouth. I didn't hesitate to drink it all down.

As her orgasm subsided and her grip on my neck was released, she relaxed back on the bed. But I didn't want the orgasm to die down completely, so I grabbed her hips, flipped her over, and pulled her back towards the end of the bed.

I stood up behind her and pushed her legs apart to get her pussy lower to line up with my hard cock.

Just as I was about to slide into her, she flopped forward on her stomach.

"Wait, I'm not on the pill as we are trying to get pregnant, and I don't want someone asking me if it's the milkman's."

"Don't worry. I would never do that to you. I had the snip a long time ago. You can't get pregnant with me."

"Are you sure? Do you promise?"

"I promise."

With that, she slowly eased herself up on her elbows again, with her bum in the air, her face down and her pussy spread wide open. I didn't need any lube on my cock. She was already so wet. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit rubbing it across her clit and up to her bum hole and back, before I gently pushed it inside the tightest pussy I can remember.

Oh my God, she was so bloody tight I couldn't believe it.

Kirstie groaned with every inch I pushed into her until my balls were resting against her clit.

"Jesus, your so big I feel so full. I have never felt this stretched before."

As a man, I can tell you that made me feel pretty fucking good. I have had lots of Asian girls tell me it's too big and blah, blah, blah, but they also love you long time, right? So I put very little credit in what they say. But I believed Kirstie, and for whatever reason, I was becoming very attracted to her.

"Just wait a minute until I get used to it. You really are the only other man ever to have his penis inside me. And like I told you, my husband isn't very big, not after I have seen you and felt you."

"Don't you have a vibrator or dildo at home you play with?"

"What? No! I don't. I told you I'm very boring. Reading your stories is the most exciting thing I've done until now."

I pulled back out and slowly pushed back in. Kirstie was well lubed, so I picked up the pace, pulling all the way back until the head was nearly out and then pushing back in until my balls slapped against her clit. I got faster and faster. Kirstie's moans and screams were constant now and intangible. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the bedspread, holding on for dear life.

My cock was coated in a thick white lather of cum as I pistoned in and out of her. Kirstie's body went rigid, and she arched her back up in the air. She began to shake. I just held her hips and slammed into her relentlessly.

She tried to flop on her stomach to pull away, but I just went with her and kept pounding away.
But eventually, I couldn't take it anymore as she was so tight that I too stiffened up and blew load after load deep inside her.

Exhausted, I flopped down next to her on the bed, my cock and pubic hair covered in a creamy white lather.
As I lay there on my back, Kirstie rolled over and laid her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her wet hair as her head rose and fell with my breathing.

After a while, when I got my breath back, I rolled her over on her back and slid down her body. I gently ran my tongue up through her matted cum-soaked pussy lips.

She screamed out, "Stop. What are you doing? It's all dirty and horrible down there."

Looking up at her from between her legs, I simply said, "It's perfect; it's exactly how I like it. Besides, I made the mess; it's my job to clean it up."

She raised herself up on her elbows and watched as I licked and sucked all our combined cum out of her gaping pussy. When I started sucking her clit, she flopped back down on the bed and squeezed her knees tight against my head. She cried out again, and her body tensed up, and she came as I clamped my mouth over her once again flooding pussy.

Crawly back up the bed, I laid back down next to her. Kirstie rolled over and laid on me, kissing me passionately. We must have kissed and cuddled for the next hour or so.

Eventually, we got up but never got dressed. We talked and talked about what we had just done, how she felt about it and how she felt she needed to question everything about her life now. 

I had just made her question her entire existence and how she had been living. I actually got very romantic with her. I know I shouldn't have that's breaking the rules of a one-night stand, but so we're the butterflies I was feeling in my stomach as I touched her. I even sat behind her on the bed and brushed her damp hair out, so it didn't tangle.

She couldn't fathom the attentiveness and affection I was giving her after sex. not to mention eating her out after cumming in her. Her husband apparently was void of post-coital affection. So the attention I was lathering her in was well received and eagerly rewarded.

During the rest of the afternoon and the night, we fucked everywhere. She literally could not get enough.

I think I may have opened a big can of worms for her husband, that's for sure. She was never going to want to go back to vanilla sex.

I even fucked her against the large glass window with her tits pressed against the glass while I ploughed her from behind in broad daylight.

We only stopped long enough to have dinner. Believe it or not, I even convinced Kirstie to stay naked on the bed when we ordered room service. I think she was actually disappointed when a young Filipino girl delivered it to our room and not a guy.

But to her credit, she sat butt naked on the bed the entire time the girl was in the room, and I asked the girl lots of questions to ensure she stayed longer. Kirstie screamed in delight after the room service girl left, at just how brave she had been to do it. She was genuinely proud of herself.

We even took a walk to a 7/11 to get a tube of lube and some condoms because I convinced her butt sex was good, and we should try it.

We gave it a good go too. I was inside her arse balls-deep for about five minutes, not moving, trying for her to get used to it, but she couldn't. So we gave that a miss. But she was no longer an arse virgin.

After we had a shower from the arse sex, I convinced her to let me shave her a little bit, just a tidy up, I had said.
I had my razor in my bag, and she had some small scissors in hers. I started trimming it up, then I lost all control and ended up shaving it all off.

Kirstie had the prettiest pussy. Her lips were so neat and symmetrical. She couldn't believe I had shaved it all off and was speechless when she looked at herself in the mirror. She would soon learn how good it felt to be eaten out with a freshly shaved badger as well.

She also couldn't get over a man willing to eat his own cum, or worse, another man's cum, and had mentioned it repeatedly over the day and evening. So I had her ride me, cowgirl, sliding her pussy and clit against my pelvis.
She had several orgasms in this position. She couldn't get over how much more sensitive her clit was without the giant bush in the way. 

After I came in her, I told her I wanted to clean her pussy up and eat my cum out of her. Kirstie slid up my body and reluctantly straddled my face. I ate her out while she rode my face to another leg-buckling orgasm, saying it was the thought of me eating my own cum that made her cum.

She had said she wanted to try everything that I had written about, and we pretty much did.
It was quite late, and I had an early flight to catch we were lying in each other's arms under the covers. Kirstie had her head on my shoulder, and she said 

"I love you."

I just looked at her and was about to get worried she might be a bunny boiler, but she clarified what she meant.

"Not love you in the romantic 'I want your babies'-type of love. I love you for showing me what I have been missing out on. A lot of girls at work talk about their sex lives all the time. The young ones talk about how they get fucked by different guys every weekend. I thought they were crazy, but now I think it was me that was crazy saving myself for marriage I missed out on so much."

I assured her she had made a decision based on what she perceived as what was right for her at the time.
But we are always learning and evolving as people, and now she knew there was more to marriage she should pursue.

It eventually got late, and we went to bed, and we cuddled each other all night.

When the alarm went off at 03:30 am for me to go to the airport, I made love to her one last time. It wasn't sex. It was passionate and beautiful; we kissed and held each other.

At the beginning of it all, we agreed on no phone number exchange etc. But in the morning, she told me she wanted to have sex with a woman and a threesome with a woman or maybe two men. So I gave her my number and took her business card and told her I would talk to my wife and maybe we could organise a weekend with her. 

Then I left for the airport almost missed my fight too.

So that was a couple of days ago.

It still seems unreal it seems impossible, it feels like a dream, but it's what happened, so now I'm on-site retelling my crazy story. Sadly, I can't seem to get Kirstie off my mind. Her personality of both innocence and youthfulness has me begging and yearning for more.