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LANDING STRIP
A House of Erotica Collection



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Landing Strip
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
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The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2014
Cover Design by Nick Tiseo
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Pen Pals
Erin Pim
A woman struggles with monogamy in a job that constantly keeps her away from her boyfriend. At the peak of her loneliness, she receives his permission to engage in a cyber pen pal relationship while she’s away with work. Her mood is so much improved, that her boyfriend encourages her to sleep with her pen pal, if the opportunity arises. The cyber sweethearts’ first meeting ensues when they coincidentally end up on the same flight.
Thank god you can text on planes nowadays.
I have a boyfriend, but I don’t see him nearly as much as I would like. I love him, truly; but I find myself craving company on those lonely nights. Especially when I travel for work. Often, I spend nights alone in a hotel room, masturbating. It’s embarrassing how many times I can admit to that, lately. I lie there, thinking about contacting a man in the area, perhaps through the internet, and asking him to come up to my room. My boyfriend and I have talked about an open relationship, but neither of us is wanting or willing to take it that far. We want to be monogamous, but our careers keep us apart all too often. But, something catches my eye.
Lately, while I’m away, I’ve been browsing through posts online. I live vicariously through these people; these people that advertise their needs and desires so openly to each other on the web’s pages.
“Stopping over in London for six hours. Anyone available for a night of sexy fun?”
“I’ll be at the Hotel Espresso tonight. Looking for a woman to spend a discrete evening with, as I have a partner out of town.” I even get off on postings that don’t so directly apply to my situation:
“9 inches, thick, and cut. Fit, 35 year old Caucasian, with an easy going personality. If we click, would like to make it a regular thing.”
We’re so faithful and honest with each other, that I told my boyfriend about my extracurricular reading. To my surprise, he actually encouraged me to make a posting next time I was alone, just for the excitement of getting a few responses directed my way. He thought that it might keep me busy on one of my many nights away traveling. Reassured by the fact that I wouldn’t be following through with any of them, I decided to make the post. I modeled it after the many I had seen, and what I truly would write, if I were doing it for real.
“Attractive, slim, mid-thirties, and looking for a night of passion while away for work in Toronto. Must be fit, discreet, and willing to travel to my hotel. Provide a picture with your response, and we’ll go from there.” Though unsure that my boyfriend would approve, I also attached a tasteful picture of my torso only, while wearing a sexy bra. The forum provided me with a temporary email address for responses, and, satisfied with my submission, I hit the “post” button.
A couple uncomfortable minutes go by, and then I hear the satisfying “ping” of a new email. Excitedly, I retrieve it.
“What hotel are you at, sexy? Details please.” No picture, but am impressed I got a response so quickly. Another “ping”, as I’m reading it.
“44 year old with 8 inch cock here. Very willing to please! Call me, sweetheart.” Followed by his numbers, and a picture of his limp dick. Interesting choice. “Ping.”
“Hi there, how are you on this fine night? That bra looks a little restrictive. Maybe I can help you out of it! Give me a shout back if you like my pics.” An attractive, normal looking guy this time, taking the pictures shirtless, with his cell phone in a mirror. “Ping.”
“Ping, ping, ping.”
It’s the first night in a hotel that I can recall, in which I didn’t feel lonely. All the positive attention kept me either giggling, gagging, or rolling my eyes in turn. It took me hours to go through the hundred or so emails, and they only stopped after I deleted the posting, because I wanted to call it a night. You would think that my dreams would be plagued with the dozens of dick pics I just looked through, but lying in this foreign room, on this hard mattress, I was thinking about one response:
“Hello! I have a bizarre proposition. I realize it’s not exactly what you’re looking for (according to your posting), but I wanted to take a risk and send you a message, anyway. I’m an attached male, and for that reason am unable to see you in person, but was wondering if you would be interested in a sexy pen pal. Email, even texting, if you’re able. Sending each other pictures, flirting, telling each other sexy stories? Does that sound like something you would enjoy? Check out my pictures, and give me a shout back if you’re interested. Would love to hear more about you. Cheers, Dan.”
He looked sweet in his picture. Nice smile, clothes on. I wonder if my boyfriend would approve. I respond, feeling that this is something he might want for me.
Over the next month, Dan and I talk about everything from our daily lives, to our significant others, to what we enjoy in the bedroom. We not only send pictures of our bodies, but our special occasions, and surroundings. We connect. That is, as much as you can connect with someone, without actually speaking to them. I realize that, yet can’t help myself from constantly checking my email, hoping to see one from Dan. During my day, I mentally jot down a list of what I’d like to tell him, as it’s happening. I see my boyfriend less and less, but my heart isn’t yearning for him when he isn’t there. I still immensely enjoy his company; maybe even more so, now that half of it isn’t spent being regretful of what we’ve missed, or sad about when we will see each other next. This is the much like the open relationship we’ve always talked about, and I am seeing firsthand how it would improve our lives. He notices my improved state, and brings up the topic.
“Well, I have an email friend,” I admit. “A pen pal, really. One of the guys from the website.”
“I had a feeling it was something like that. You’re happier than I’ve seen you in a while.” He pauses. “Do you want to sleep with him?” I swallow, nervously.
“It’s hard to say. I haven’t even met him. It’s just kind of flirty, at this point. I’m not sure I want it to go there.”
“If you have the opportunity, I want you to do it.”
“What? No. We’ve talked about this. I love you.”
“I know you do. And I love you. I want you to be happy, baby.” I smile, feeling like I love him more than I ever have.
“Well, we’ll see. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Still not sure of whether I would take my boyfriend up on the offer, Dan and I begin texting. It feels more intimate, and I love being able to contact my new friend throughout the day. Soon, I find myself coming near Toronto again, and I’m eager to let him know.
“Flying into Detroit for the night. Arriving at 9:30pm. Will text you when I get on the plane!”
“Wait. Are you on your usual airline? What flight are you on?”
“Mexico 104. Why?”
“Just curious. Make sure you text me, ok?”
“Uhh, ok,” I respond, tentatively. What does he have planned?
As I check in and prepare for boarding, I run the possibilities through my mind. We haven’t talked about meeting, let alone sleeping together, so I doubt he’s planning to come to my hotel. That would be pretty presumptuous on his part. Maybe this whole thing has been a con, and all a tactic to eventually keep me as his mistress. Hmm. But, it’s an awful long drive from Toronto just to surprise me with a first time meeting, and perhaps have a glass of wine at the airport bar. Eventually, time reveals it.
“Ok! I’m on board, and we’re taking off. What’s up?”
“What are you wearing?”
“Haha, oh wouldn’t you like to know!”
“What class are you in?”
“Why?”
“Middle class, with a tan trench coat?” I don’t respond for a moment. He continues with, “I’m on the same flight.”
For some reason, I duck down, and hide. I check behind me, making sure that I was indeed wearing my trench. The elderly lady sitting next to me gives me a concerned look.
“Nauseous?” She asks. “I have something for that, if you would like.” I try to smile, while peering around her in a paranoid fashion.
“No, thank you. I think I’m alright now.” My phone vibrates with another text from Dan.
“Still there? I think I saw you. For real.”
“Really? That’s impossible!”
“Are you on the flight or not?” I strongly consider lying.
“Well, yes.”
“Me too! When we can remove our seat belts, meet me by the washroom.” I swallow.
“Ok.”
Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m going to meet him! What if he doesn’t live up to my expectations? Or I don’t meet up to his? It’s easy to impress someone when you’re typing thoughtful messages, and exchanging attractively lit pictures. My stomach sinks.
“Maybe I will take that after all,” I say, holding my hand out to the lady beside me.
Time again moves forward. The seat belt light goes off. I hear a couple people make their way to the washroom, and turn to se