“How many times have you flown to meet a woman for sex?” Stela asked.
I was sitting alone in the airport waiting for my flight to board. Stela had sent me a video chat request. She was hiding from her family in the restroom of their beach house.
“This is the first time,” I answered.
“You can be honest with me,” she teased. “I won’t be any less flattered. I’m sure you pulled this move in the past to impress other ladies.”
“I am being honest,” I told her. “This is the first time.”
It was the truth. I’d traveled to meet women in the past, but that was for long romantic weekends spent mostly in bed pleasing one another. I’d never even considered getting on a plane just so I could fuck someone a time or two if she could sneak away from her husband and family for a bit.
Stela was smiling from ear to ear. She enjoyed flirting with me. She also enjoyed being desired. A man flying in just to fuck her thrilled her.