His most recent letter was open on my lap and I must have read it thirty times by the time the plane landed. I never thought it would go this far. Honestly, I had started to think I would be alone forever, but there it was before me in his own loose handwriting. He wanted me to come, practically begged me to actually. My friends warned me against it. They told me not to trust a stranger from the internet, but he was so much more than that by now.
It had started relatively innocently. I responded to his request for an international penpal posted on an online forum. I was lonely at the time, living alone, far from family and desperate for any kind of connection to another human being. Of course, I’d tried these forums before, but had always been met with sexual requests of varying intensity. Occasionally, I would grant their wishes and it was fun, but I could never shake the feeling of it being me against the world. His post was different.
*30M Looking for a pen pal to trade regular weather updates.*
I’d laughed. It was such a boring request in contrast with the other posts. I clicked on his profile and scrolled through it. He often posted about the birds in his backyard, asking people to identify them. I saw he had a small vegetable garden and enjoyed the occasional bike ride. We chatted about the weather that day and later exchanged addresses. He wasn’t joking about looking for a literal pen pal and I was interested enough to go along with it.
Over the weeks, and then months, we became quite intimate to the details of each others’ lives. He told me about his previous girlfriend leaving him to pursue a career across the country and I told him about my struggle living alone and meeting people my own age. My mood soared for those months. I woke up in the mornings excited for the day. Even my coworkers commented on my positive change in demeanor. We switched to weekly phone calls, then almost daily, and then… he wrote me another letter. That was the one I now held in my hand as I dragged my bag down the plane aisle, up the ramp, and into the airport. I stuffed the letter in my pocket, suddenly embarrassed that he might realize I’d been reading it over and over.
*I saw her. She stuffed a piece of paper in her pocket and began to search the crowd, supposedly for me. I wanted to call her name and wave my arms. I wanted her to come running to me and to hold her tight in my arms, but I froze. She was perfect, dynamic, and excited about life. It suddenly struck me how boring I might seem to her in comparison. My clothes were plain and my hobbies simple. I was content with life, whereas she… she demanded more of it. Overcome with the idea of long overdue rejection, I missed the moment when she spotted me.*
There he was. I recognized the burgundy pullover from a picture he sent me from his biking trip with his neighbour. My stomach flipped and I ran to him. He hadn’t seemed to notice me yet and I took him by surprise when I appeared suddenly in front of him and flung myself into his arms. He laughed out loud and squeezed me in against his chest. I felt safe and blissful. We walked arm in arm, my bag over his shoulder, through the airport and to his small truck. Conversation between us flowed effortlessly as it always did. I told him about the lady who sat beside me on the plane and how she snored, but in a ladylike sort of way. He argued that a snore could never be ladylike, and told me about his mother’s loud snores that used to keep him up as a child. As a result, he said that he could sleep through a thunderstorm.
He opened the passenger door for me and I hopped him. My heartbeat quickened as he stepped in on the driver’s side. We looked at each other and I was aware of the huge smile that I could not wipe from my face.
*I knew as soon as she fell into my arms that I was in love with this woman. The world with her in it was vibrant and full of life. I held her the whole way through the airport, letting go only out of the necessity that we had to enter the truck. She looked at me with the same elation that I felt in myself. I couldn’t look away.*
He held my gaze for longer than a second and when he leaned towards me, I met his lips with my own. The kiss was gentle, drawn out, and euphoric, but it didn’t come close to reflecting the passion I had inside me. He pulled away and seemed to tear his eyes off of me with great effort.
We spoke of what we could do with the rest of the day. There were many places he wanted to show me, things he wanted us to do together, and restaurants with the best tacos that I had to try. He pointed out local markets as we drove by them and scenery that I might not have come across in my own country. I remembered the posts he’d made asking for help identifying birds and was impressed by the depth of knowledge he’d managed to accumulate in only the time we’d known each other.
His house was on a rural street, with individual mailboxes and large backyards. Paul, his dog, came running to greet him when he stepped out of the truck and wagged his tail energetically as he investigated the new smell on my shoes. I knelt down to scratch his head and he jumped up to lick my chin.
“Woah,” I said and jerked back, but laughed as he continued to wag his whole body in rhythm with his tail.
“Sorry, he gets excited with new visitors.”
He distracted Paul by throwing a stick across the lawn. I assured him, it was definitely ok. I was excited to meet him too. Inside, he set my bag down on a bench near the door and turned to me.
“Now it’s up to you,” he said smiling. “What do you want to do?”
*She took her time answering me, carefully taking her shoes off instead and setting them on the shoe mat. She removed her coat and hung it on the hanger behind the door. Then, she turned to face me and took a few steps closer. A flash of heat was sent through my body, leaving me slightly short of breath. She was closer than a comfortable conversation distance now and I opened my arms for her to come even closer. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tilted her head back to look up at me.*
*“I want to make love,” she told me.*
He kissed me then, hard and passionately. I couldn’t be close enough to him. My hands were in his hair and I stood on one leg to wrap the other around him. His hands explored my body, scooping my ass towards him and pressing me in from my lower back. He broke the kiss and turned his head to bury his face in my neck. A gasp escaped me and he bent me backwards as he leaned over me. I grabbed the back of his shirt in my fists. He paused for a second and I pulled it up over his head.
Then he was back, kissing my jaw, my collarbone, my shoulders. He knelt down and lifted the bottom of my shirt to kiss my stomach. He lifted me by the waist and sat me on the counter behind him. I wrapped my legs around his back and ran my hands over his shoulders as he slowly went over every inch of me with his lips, raising my shirt as he made his way up. I raised my arms and he lifted it over my head. He kissed my breasts then, around the edges of my bra. I reached behind myself to unclip it. He looked me in the eyes as I let it fall in front of me. One quick, forceful kiss hit my lips, but he pulled back before I could respond. I felt him suck my nipples and squeeze them gently. His bottom lip dragged around the bottom of them and he flicked my tips with his tongue.
I was living a dream. I wanted to show him the passion I felt for him, sliding off the edge of the counter, I pushed him back gently. He didn’t let go of me, pulled me in against him again and I shrunk down out of his grip. On my knees, I looked up at him as I undid his pants.
*Of course I was hard when she pulled my waistband to my ankles. I stepped out of my pants and slid them to the side. My head was spinning. I had to remind myself that it was real. She was really here and she wanted me like I wanted her. She started slow, but my muscles were already tense. Her tongue teased my tip and she massaged my balls underneath. I leaned forward against the counter for support and groaned when she took me in her mouth. Not wanting to overwhelm her, I let her set the speed and depth. She grabbed my ass and pushed me in deeper over and over. I looked down at her and saw she was looking at me. Another wave of euphoria was sent through my body. I pushed into her, speeding up now. I knew I’d have to stop soon or it would end too quickly. I moaned and pulled out just in time to avoid spilling. As I leaned over her on the counter, I closed my eyes to regain some composure. No other woman had done what she was doing to me.*
“Holy shit,” he said with his eyes still closed. “That felt amazing.”
I smiled. He was breathing hard, leaning over me and I waited for him. Then he stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bedroom at a light jog. I jumped on the bed in a belly flop. He jumped on after me and growled at me to come back. I rolled over onto my back and he yanked my pants down so fast, that I shifted towards him on the bed. I felt a pulse and knew I was dripping wet for him. On his elbows, he perched above me and kissed me again.
He reached down and his finger spread my pussy. It slid effortlessly with the lubrication my body was practically pouring out now. He groaned, feeling how aroused I was. Delicately, he stroked me. Our foreheads touched and we shared our breath. Building a rhythm, he brought me close. When he flicked my clit, it sent me over and my whole body tensed up. While I was still pulsing, I felt him stretch me as his cock pushed deep into me, then again and again.
*She was so wet for me and it renewed my arousal. As I thrusted into her, I paid close attention to her breathing. She breathed out hard when I pushed in, and gasped as I pulled out. I built up speed and my muscles tensed again. I braced myself with one arm and held her hips down with my other.*
*“I’m going to cum,” I gasped in her ear. She kissed me hard and I burst, a bigger load than I’d ever experienced. It was more than pleasure, it was elation.*
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