NYC: Columbiana - An Intro

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     I first met Columbiana while on a flight to Miami for business. She's a Latina flight stewardess with an amazing body. Every guy, single or not, tried talking to her. In fact, I still think that the only reason why she spoke with me is because I had a seat next to me & was reading a book.

     Anyway, we talked & flirted the whole way down from New York. After a little while, she told me that she was born & raised in Columbia (the country, not the city), married a guy a few years ago, & settled out in Denver. She said that she had a layover in Miami & was staying in a hotel on South Beach. I was staying at a hotel on the other end of South Beach, so I said that if she wanted to hang out, go to dinner, & maybe a club, to give me a call. I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper & handed it to her, not thinking moch more of it. I figured I just met someone cool for a little while & that was that. We landed, I said my goodbyes, & I headed for South Beach.
     A little while after I checked into my hotel, I got a call. It was Columbiana wanting to know if the invite for dinner was still good. I said sure & suggested a place I knew. We met, shared some good food & conversation, & decided to walk on the beach before going to a nightclub. As we walked, she finally cut right to the chase. She said that she wasn't looking for a relationship but just wanted to feel good for a night. As long as I was ok with that, then we could have a good night. I told her I can keep things on the down low, so off to my room we went.
     Once we were there, we were all over each other. It was dirty hotel room sex. It felt dangerous & she loved it. She rode me like a jockey rides a horse, grinding & bouncing up & down on my cock. I took her from behind, grabbed her hair, & slammed her. She backed her hips into me with every thrust. We fucked in the shower, on the couch, floor, & eventually the bed. Furniture was knocked over & the sheets were on the floor well within the fourth round. We fucked for hours.
     As she left early in the morning to do the walk of shame (which I always called the walk of pride), she had a proposition. She wanted to know if I wanted to get together anytime she was in New York. We worked out a system of email addresses & phone numbers so that neither her husband nor the other flight attendants she worked with would ever know. We've been at it ever since.