2. Going Long Distance

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The hustling and bustling of bodies fills the airport and creates a gentle hum. Despite being 6am, the airport has never felt this busy. Jordan still has sleep in his eyes and his shirt isn't done all the way up.

It looks sloppy, yet boyish, which is part of his charm. The plane is taking off in an hour and a half. It seems so soon.

We need more time. Much more time. We grab a coffee first and a sandwich that neither of us really touch.

We sit so close we can feel each other's body heat. And check my watch. One hour to go.

Hey, we'll be fine. I know we will. And I'll see you in less than two months.

Reluctantly, we trudge to arrivals to say goodbye. We hug so tightly that I feel his racing heart. His warm chest.

Au revoir, as they say. Oh, I'm sure that's not at all how they say it. Oh, really? I thought my French sounded perfect.

Finally, I turn around and walk towards security. Paris greets me with a warm evening in a company car. I sigh as I look out the window at the lit city streets, imagining exploring them with Jordan by my side.

It feels like a movie. We drive past the Louvre and Notre Dame, and in the distance, I can spot the Eiffel Tower glowing in the night. I can't help but gasp.

Before I know it, we have arrived. A very pretty woman with great hair greets me and gives me the keys to the place that I would call home for the next three years. She gives me a tour of the apartment.

High ceilings, French balcony, carved moldings, espresso machine. It's perfect. My hard work is officially paying off.

I go straight to the bedroom. The bed is massive, which reminds me, Jordan and I have always talked about having a threesome one day. Hmm.

I make a mental note to remind him the next time he visits. I feel my pussy pound at the thought of it. Then, a horrible thought comes to mind.

I won't be having sex for a while. But I'm sure I'm going to be too busy to think about it. That said, I wasn't busy right now.

The more I try not to think about it, the more I crave Jordan's body. So I decide to call him. Hey, baby.

How was your flight? Well, we were served croissants and coffee, so it was great. And when I arrived, there was a car there to pick me up.

While catching up on all the things we'd missed since we saw each other several hours ago, I think of ways to steer the conversation toward much hotter topics. Now that I'm finally here, a weight had been lifted and I was feeling sensual. And how's your apartment? Oh my god.

It's beautiful. Switch to FaceTime. Oh, wow.

I know, right? Look how big my bed is. Well, damn.

I mean, there's plenty of room for us in there. Yes. And room for one more? You've been in France for what, two hours? You're already thinking about threesomes? Yes.

I wish you could be here with me right now so that I could rip your clothes off and celebrate. And how would we celebrate? I'd be rough.

Waste no time on foreplay. I'd push you down onto the bed. And I'd sit on your face.

Yes. I miss those thighs. I'd tell you exactly how I want you to lick me.

Licking circles around my clit first. Then I want to feel your tongue plunge deep inside me. Oh, fuck.

I need to fuck you, like, right now. Can I see your fingers rubbing your pussy? Yes.

Let me get a better angle. Oh. Push those fingers in deeper for me.

Oh. Yes. Yes.

Like your clit with your other hand. Oh. Oh.

Baby, I want to see your dick and your hand stroking it. Just imagine I'm there, licking your tip. Oh, fuck.

Kissing your balls. I'm imagining it all right. I want you so far down my throat that my eyes tear up.

I'm so turned on now, baby. Keep filming that pussy. Let me hear how wet you are.

Yeah, you like that? God, you are so sexy. I'm imagining how my pussy feels when you're deep inside me.

When you're deep inside me. Oh, I love the way you fill me up. Yeah, tell me more.

When you thrust in and out, pushing deeper and harder. Yes. Oh, I fucking love it.

Oh, yes. Oh, shit. I'm about to cum.

Oh, me too. Oh, fuck. Keep going.

Oh, fuck. Baby. My eyes stay fixed on Jordan while my fingers plunge deep inside myself.

I gasp as pleasure starts to flood through me, making me moan. My orgasm fills me with pure bliss, and I open my eyes as soon as I can to look at Jordan on the screen. As if on cue, he finishes too, and I watch cum erupt from his cock.

He grabs a tissue from the bedside table to wipe himself. I do the same, and for a split second, the 3,000 miles don't seem so far. I wish I could cuddle you right now.

I miss being close to you too. We stay on the phone and talk for another hour. I model outfits for him as we decide what I should wear for my first day of work tomorrow.

I need to get some rest. Didn't sleep on the flight at all. I'll call you same time tomorrow and tell you about my first day in Paris.

It sounds great. I'll speak to you then. Love you.

I love you too. Bye.