I looked around then sat down and put my feet up on another chair. The guys in the pool seemed to know each other and talked among themselves while I ...elaxed. I heard Andrea's voice coming from behind me as she returned from the house. Who wants more she called out. Just as she came around in front of me she noticed I was home. I was shocked at what she was wearing. She had on a bikini top that's all. Her shaved pussy was completely uncovered. I stood up and kissed her, then I whispered asking. I was intrigued to say the least!Turned out he was flying in the NEXT DAY! Short notice for sure, but that really only makes increases the excitement level. Immediately I set about putting an outfit together that he might enjoy. The pilot had told me that he fantasized regularly about fucking most of the flight attendants on his flights. So I decided to dress up stewardess style, including a sky-colored silk scarf, stockings and black pumps. I was so excited I could hardly keep my panties dry!I. Then I reach behind me and get some lube from the nightstand and spread it over my cock. You love it when I surprise you like this. I – very gently – nudge you onto your back and then move on top of you. I place my cock on your vagina and slide it up and down a couple of times to make sure you’re wet enough, then slowly, firmly press my cock into your pussy. Your back arches in appreciation, but you’re still very sleepy. My movements are slow, deliberate, deep. Your body starts to respond as it. And so, she waits.And so, I wait. And wonder about her. How finding that story stuck in the pages of a book I examined in the New York Public Library archive room led me to her. How random life can be, filled with microtomed slices of coincidences, that, if compiled, make the difference between a love story and no story whatsoever.I lie here and think about her question. Devastation and happiness. And wonder about how I ever met her. And deep down I wonder if I wish I never had. There is, after.