My affair with Emma started out like any other one-night stand. But when I initially locked eyes with her across the dimly lit bar, I had no idea our first fuck session would quickly ignite a passion that has since spanned thousands of miles and multiple cities around the world.

I’m still single, so when my guy friends casually bring up the topic of who’s getting laid the best, they always want me to dish about my latest “travel log.” You see, I work for an insurance company, and my job has me flying all over the country and sometimes internationally, too, to meet with our corporate clients. I’m all about having a girl in every port. But at the same time, I never expected I would continually cross paths with one woman — one elusive, sexy minx of a woman — whose voracious sexual appetite matches my own.

Emma is a rare bird. Her hourglass curves are reminiscent of a ’50s pinup. She’s a redhead with an utterly mountainous double-D rack, which puts her somewhere between Jessica Rabbit and Joan Holloway, the beautiful, busty secretary in Mad Men. She has flawless skin and pouty lips that make me sweat just from watching them move when she talks. And I’m a goner when she casually slides her tongue across her upper lip. Her intense eyes are an unusual midnight blue, and her flaming hair makes it seem as if she’s quietly smoldering as she goes about her business.

And speaking of business, Emma is a flight attendant. While flying is usually anything but a pleasure, the airline gods obviously were smiling upon me the night lousy weather left me stuck in Chicago at O’Hare, causing me to head into that crowded, overpriced airport bar. I was sitting alone with an old fashioned, and something in my head told me to look up from my phone. I lost all train of rational thought when I became transfixed by the gorgeous ass of a woman — Emma — as she shimmed through the throngs of travelers. Her tight navy skirt and demure uniform blouse accessorized with pearls made her look incredible sexy. She seemed familiar enough with the place as she took up residence on the opposite side of the half-moon shaped bar. She caught me staring and smiled, so I figured I had nothing to lose and had the bartender give her a drink on me.

I headed in her direction, but even before I reached her, she swiveled around expectantly.

“Thank you for the drink,” she said. “I definitely need it tonight.”

“My pleasure. And yes — it’s actually looking like one of the longest nights ever. I’m Jim.”

“Emma.” She shook my hand. “Why is it looking like a long night for you?”

I shrugged and told her, “I’ll probably be roughing it, sleeping in a chair, while I wait to see if I can get a flight to D.C.”

“Trying to the catch the red-eye?” I nodded in response. “Let me tell you some insider info: Don’t bother,” she said with a wry chuckle before sipping her drink, “That weather front moving out of here is making everyone hypercautious. By my estimate, unless you drive down, you may as well relax for the night.”

“Really?”

Emma nodded and loosened her meticulously tied neck scarf.

“That’s why I booked a room.” She paused before adding, “If you’d prefer somewhere more comfortable than a chair, I’m open to sharing.”

I tried not to look too happy, but that was impossible.

“Absolutely yes, Emma.”

“Good, because I’m horny, and I need to release some tension before I take a flight to Barcelona tomorrow morning.”

“Let’s not delay then.”

“I admire your efficiency,” she quipped.

As I followed that ginger beauty out of the bar, I honestly couldn’t believe my incredible luck. I’m good looking enough, but I’m not Brad Pitt or anything. I’m just shy of six feet, with dark hair and eyes — and glasses, so I probably look more geek than Greek god. Later on, Emma told me, “It was your balls that impressed me more than your looks. Most men are too intimidated to do more than stare at me.”

I guess besides having balls, it doesn’t hurt that I eat pussy like a champ, but I digress.

The second we got to her room, Emma kicked the door closed and pushed herself against me, and we kissed. I unknotted my tie, and she practically ripped off my button-down oxford shirt as we stumbled toward the bed. We went at each other with an unrelenting animalistic passion. I unzipped her skirt, and she pushed me onto the bed. She made me watch as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and shimmied out of her skirt to reveal a gorgeous set of matching turquoise lingerie. Her magnificent tits rose out of the lacy cups like two milky-white boulders on Everest. I’ve always loved women with big tits. But until that night I hadn’t had the pleasure of being with a woman so buxom. It was enough to overwhelm the senses, really. I was dumbstruck, and it showed.

Emma tilted her head and asked, “Are you all right?”

“Don’t mind me. Just having an out-of-body experience looking at you.”

She laughed and said, “Well, I need you in your body, so you better focus.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, taking in a deep breath as she dropped her bra onto the floor.

“Take off those pants, and let me see your hard dick,” she cooed, teasingly tugging at the side of her panties.

I hurriedly undid my belt buckle and cast aside my pants and boxers. My cock was harder than I can remember it being in recent memory as I took in the sight of her dusky pink nipples. As she slipped out of her panties to reveal a perfect patch of strawberry-blonde fuzz above her swollen pussy lips, I felt all of my remaining blood pump into my raging erection.

Emma grasped the base of my shaft and gave me a playful tug as she said, “Very nice, Jim.”

“Will it do?” I pulled her closer.

“Very nicely,” she whispered before kissing me.

Emma’s pussy was already soaking, and she wanted to get down to business right away. For the first round, I let her be on top — if only for the novel pleasure of being motor-boated between her killer boobs. She shimmied her hips and guided my shaft into her tight, wet opening.

“I’ve been dying to fuck all day,” she moaned.

I groaned and squeezed the supple flesh of her hips and ass, while sucking and licking her nipples anytime they came near my face. She rode me so well, squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles and wiggling her hips in all the right ways.

“Wait — wait,” I gasped. “Don’t make me come so fast.” I brought one hand to her waist to slow her and used the thumb of my free hand to stroke her clit.

Emma moaned and bucked.

“I want you to come with me. Can you do that?” I asked her.

Emma licked her lip and nodded.

We resumed our frantic pace, so I didn’t last long. But I made sure her orgasm started before mine.

Afterward, as we lay panting next to each other, I ran my hands through her gorgeous hair and said, “I hope you’re not too tired.”

“Not a chance,” she countered. Her tone was nearly a challenge, but I was ready to take her on.

I kissed my way down her incredible body — taking my time to properly worship her tremendous tits, of course. They reminded me of giant scoops of vanilla ice cream with cherries on top. However, the real dessert was her saltwater-taffy pink pussy. When I clamped my lips down on her clit and sucked, she moaned and ground her cunt against my mouth.

As I navigated her wet folds, I hungrily devoured her juices and fingered both her tight holes until Emma came again. Her face was flushed pink, but she flashed me a very devilish grin as she caught her breath.

“I hope you’re not done for the night,” she purred.

“Not by a long shot,” I replied, guiding her nearest hand to my rejuvenated erection.

“Good, because I want to fuck you again.”

I turned her over and playfully squeezed her bottom as I said, “Sure thing, but I’d like to enjoy a different view.”

Emma arched her back and rubbed her clit, while I took her pussy from behind. Thanks to a mirror mounted above the dresser, I had an incredible profile view of her tits swaying as I plowed her.

As she egged me on, begging me to pound her harder and deeper, I alternated between gently tugging on her hair and giving her bottom playful smacks.

This time when I came, I pulled out and decorated her ass with my load. Emma, for her part, left behind a giant wet spot on the sheet, which was still damp when I awoke in the morning — alone.

She’d left a card with her number. I’d called it, but her voicemail was full, and my text went unanswered. So I mentally wrote off our encounter as an incredible one-night stand. But the following week, I was passing through an airport in Seattle when my phone buzzed with a text: “I see you. Do you see me?”

I whirled around and scanned the crowd. My phone buzzed again: “Look up.”

Sure enough, there was my goddess again in uniform in the mezzanine above the escalators. I waved, and she motioned for me to come to her.

“Hey! How about a drink?” I proposed as I approached her.

“I don’t have much time. Just an hour,” Emma said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, OK,” I replied, feeling a little dejected. But I perked up when Emma said, “Follow me.”

She led me down a service corridor to a single-occupancy, unisex bathroom. Emma locked the door behind us and said, “I want to pay you back for last time.”

“It’s payment enough to know I made a woman like you come,” I replied.

“You say all the right things.” She tugged on my tie and kissed me. With her free hand, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you since last time,” Emma said, then she spat in her hand and began to massage my shaft.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” I exhaled sharply. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Emma ran her tongue along the underside of my rod before cheekily saying, “Aren’t you happy to be wrong?”

I felt like I was grinning like an idiot as I nodded yes.

Emma squatted before me and took my cock in her mouth. With her hair in a prim and proper French twist, there was no obstacle to what turned into a super raunchy face-fuck. As she bobbed back and forth, letting my cock touch the velvety back of her throat, Emma impressed me with not only her lack of gag reflex, but also her uninhibited enthusiasm.

It was all I could do to hold on to her — and the safety railing — with my white knuckled grip. Try as I might not to come, my attempted resistance seemed to fuel her determination.

Before long, I gasped, “Oh God, Emma. Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Unmoved by my exclamation, she continued, and I soon felt my hot spunk release inside her mouth.

While I caught my breath, she set about fixing her makeup in the mirror.

“Don’t go yet,” I told her. “You haven’t had your turn.”

“Next time.” She blotted her lipstick and blew me a kiss. “See you around.”

I felt extremely blessed — and cursed. I was the luckiest man in the world, but I was also overwhelmed by desire like I’d never known before. But I guess if you have to make decisions at 30,000 feet everyday, a blowjob at sea level doesn’t seem so heavy.

Happily, though, I didn’t have to wait long for our next encounter. By the weekend, I was flying home to Florida, and there she was again — this time at the gate when I got off the plane.

Without letting on a thing, she chirped cheerfully, “Welcome to Orlando.”

“It’s always a pleasure,” I said, unable to hide my smirk.

Emma winked as I passed her by.

I texted her on my way to baggage claim, and she texted back to say she’d meet me in an hour. I decided to use that time productively and ducked into a lingerie shop.

We met up at a jazz club not far from the airport, and in the privacy of our dimly lit booth, I slid a pink gift-wrapped package across the table.

She tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a red lace and pearl thong. Emma said, “Isn’t this a marvel.”

I leaned forward, running a finger along the pearls adorning her neck as I said, “I figured you could use another strand.”

Emma grinned mischievously and demurely said, “Excuse me for a minute.”

She tucked the pearl thong discreetly in her purse and headed for the ladies’ room.

When she returned, I asked her, “How does it feel?”

“It feels like we should get the check and go.”

Back at my place, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. But Emma had a very specific plan.

“You sit in that chair and just watch for now — and remember, you brought this all on yourself with that clever gift.”

“Yes, I did, and I couldn’t be happier right now.”

“We’ll see how happy you are when your dick bores a hole through your pants,” she joked.

Then Emma began a slow, delicious striptease, first removing her blouse and bra. The sultry stunner licked and tugged at her own nipples, and then she smothered my face between her pillowy peaks. The scent of her perfume drove me wild, but as I reached for her, she admonished, “No touching — yet.”

I sighed as she backed away again and unzipped her skirt. As the formfitting garment slid to the floor, I finally caught sight of my gift.

She stood there in her heels, nude thigh-highs, necklace and the thong, which left little to the imagination. Red lace straps wrapped around her shapely hips, and a strand of white pearls adorned her pink pussy lips and the crack of her heart-shaped ass.

She got on the couch and wagged her shapely behind at me.

“I love this,” Emma said, glancing over her shoulder at her rear. “Now I have a proper double strand.” She played with her necklace and winked at me.

My dick throbbed at the sight of her. She was seriously stunning.

Emma loved watching me squirm, so to torment me further, she turned around, spread her legs wide and played with the pearly strand, rolling it over her clit and smooth labia.

My dick was so hard it felt ready to explode. She motioned me over, and I dove between her thighs.

It was such an exquisite visual, seeing the way her pussy juices polished the pearls. I ran my tongue along the faux gems, and Emma assured me the sensation of the beads caressing her was divinely decadent.

I had her turn around again, so I could eat her pussy from behind. I tugged that strand as far up her soaked crack as possible as I lapped at her.

Hanging on to the couch, Emma moaned as I pressed the pearls against her clit, fingered her pussy and tickled her asshole with my tongue. I didn’t intend to let her come quickly.

“Do you like your present?” I asked, giving her bottom a playful swat.

“Oh yes!” Emma sighed.

“You want more?”

“You know I do. Fuck me, Jim!”

I wasn’t going to let her down. Moving the pearls aside, I jammed my dick into her doggy-style, diving balls-deep into her slippery pussy and reaching around to play with her tits.

Emma rubbed her clit as I picked up the pace, fucking her with increasing intensity. As aroused as I was, my orgasm still seemed to be looming in the distance. I felt like I could go all night.

Then Emma uttered the most amazing words: “I want you in my ass.”

I nearly exploded then and there. But my resolve to please her kept me from going over the edge — just barely. I pulled out of her snatch, and Emma slipped out of the pearl panties, while I fetched some lube to ease our ride.

I let my tongue graze over her asshole, just to get another taste of her before I slathered her with lube. Then I impaled that delectable rosebud, while she sighed and moaned and shook. As I fucked her ass, Emma slid two fingers inside her cunt, which I swear I felt against my cock when it was embedded in her rear. It wasn’t long before my insatiable girl succumbed to her orgasm. She climaxed, and her rear hole spasmed around my thrusting dick. As her muscles clamped around me, I came, too — reveling in the sensation of her milking me dry.

Shortly after that encounter, certain world events made our air travel hookups temporarily unfeasible. But happily, I’m back in action these days — and so is Emma. She sent me an upskirt photo from the ladies’ room of an airport in Texas, which showed the pearl thong nestled against her pretty pussy, along with the text: “Wanna tango in Paris? I’m there next Friday.”

Without a doubt, Emma has been my most unforgettable lay.