He pulled his collar against the cold artic wind that blew across the tarmac and ducked his head as he exited the small prop plane that brought him to Toronto.

“Why don’t the Canadians ever use a jet ramp?” he thought to himself.

He walked quickly to the terminal and felt his phone buzz. He glanced at the message

“I’m here,” it read.

He smiled as he shook off the cold and walked towards customs.

“How long will you be in Canada?” the border agent asked.

“For the night,” he said.

She looked at him quizzically, stamped the passport and waved him on.

He headed back to the cold and ordered an Uber to the hotel where she waited. His mind raced with excitement as he thought of their fist and only meeting A furative glance during a conference meet and greet that led to drinks and dinner and a promise to see each other soon. But it took till now for that to happen.

He texted her, “what room #”

“2266… with a view”

The Uber pulled up to the hotel entrance and the bell hop opened the passenger door.

“May I help you with your bags, sir?”

“Nope, this it. Thanks.”

He walked quickly, almost running ,to the elevator bank; his heart pounding with anticipation…love and lust coursing through him. Love for a woman he hardly knew but always knew and lust for a moment that he dreamed about for months. He politely knocked at the door, the anticipation turning to a sense of anxiety as she open the door.

Her smile, that smile, the smile of unfettered joy and love immediately put him at ease. She stood there, silhouetted by the winter twilight that shone though the window, the lights of a Toronto night just coming on.

She still wore her heels, clad in a grey flannel pencil skirt that accentuated the sensual curve of her hips. A light gray silk blouse fit tightly around her breasts and highlighter her smooth skin and cleavage. She took his hand, hugged him strongly and led him to the room.

They melted into the embrace and he felt waves of extreme happiness wash over him. He buried his face deep into her black hair and breathed her perfume… the perfume he kept at his desk to remind him of her. He never knew this love, a love that transcended time and a love that existed for all time.

“Maggie, I’ve missed you,” he said as he looked into her blue eyes.

“Oh David, you don’t know.”

He looked at her deeply.

“It’s odd, you know. Even magical. I felt I’ve known you forever. You are an angel.”

She smiled, “Oh, I’m not sure about that, but, yes, we have known each other for a long time.”

They stared at each other, smiling. He brushed her hair as he warmly brought her head towards his and gently kissed her, tasting her warmth and feeling her sink towards him. Her lips parted slightly as his tongue reached into her.

They kissed deeply now, as she kicked offer heels. Falling back onto the bed, she untucked her blouse as he threw off his coat. She reached up, grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the bed. They embraced deeply and kissed even deeper. His hand reached behind her, felt her smooth soft ass through the flannel as he pulled her to him. He undid the snap of her skit as she reached down, stroked his groin and sighed as he grew with her touch. She undid his belt and pants as he he slid her skit off.

He stood up and looked down at her lovingly. She undid the buttons on her blouse as he pulled his shirt over his head, not even bothering to unbutton it.

She lay there, an angel, the black hose clinging tightly to her pussy lips, already moist. He watched her undo her bra, freeing her breasts as he reached down and gently massaged each one. She moaned as his pace increased and reached up to feel his cock as it stained against his boxers. She pulled him back on the bed, kissing him wildly.

She rolled him over on to his back and pulled his boxers off, completing the job with her foot as she pressed herself on to him, her tongue reaching into his mouth as her hips humped against him. He pulled her closely and moaned as the silk of her hose, now wet with her essence rocked against his cock. She flipped over, her ass facing him. He smelt her beauty and bent to taste her but she slid down his chest, straddling him. As her wet crotch reached his cock, she sunk into him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him, his cock tucked between her pussy lips and the silk smooth wetness of the hose. She rocked back and forth against him as he pushed his thumbs against his cock, holding it against her. Her pace increased and he began to rock his hips up to meet her as she sank deeper onto him. She leaned further forward, her hands gripping his ankles as he bucked harder against her. They moved in unison as her orgasm built to an intensity that only true love brings.

As she came down, she kissed his feet and slip her ass back towards his face. He breathed in her beautiful femininity and his tongue gently licked the soaking wet silk. She shuddered slightly, sensitive from her orgasm and flipped around to kiss him. He started to rock agains her as she slithered out of her hose.

“I love you David, ” she whispered hoarsely to him as she warmly kissed and licked his neck. She took one hand to her mouth and spit gently on it, reached down to her soaking pussy, mixed the spit with her essence and stated to stroke his cock. She moved her mouth to his breasts, first one, then the other tonguing them stiffly and then sucking them. She licked and sucked in rhythm with her stroking as his breathing increased. He bucked against her hand as her tongue traced down his abdomen and gently touched the tip of his cock, now wet with salty pre-cum. She sighed deeply at his taste and licked his cock. She maneuvered herself so her head fell between his legs and sucked and tongues his balls while her stroking continued. He writhed in ecstasy as she kissed his perineum and moaned loudly as her tongue licked the outside of his anus and then probed deeply into his ass. He was close now and she felt his body quiver. She slowed and stopped stroking his cock and kissed the inside of his thighs. Moments later, she started again, this time drawing his cock deep into her moth as she played and fingered his ass and stroked his balls. Again, she brought him to the brink.

“Oh my god,” he moaned into the pillow, his body writhing from side to side.

She looked up at him, her face moist with the mixture of her and him, smiled and said, “No dear, I’m an angel.”

She crawled beside him and kissed him as they embraced again.

“That you are, “ he said.

“Make love to me,” she said, rolling on to her back, spreading her legs, one hand bent over her head, the other fondling her pussy and spreading her lips.

“Make love to your angel.”

He knelt before her, stroking his cock as she played with herself, opening the lips for him. He slid up to her and holding his cock, gently stroked it against her lips. Their hands drew closer and they held each other aa he stroked his cock up and down her slit. Together, they guided his cock and pushed it slowly into her. She kept her had there, stroking them both as he brought his full weight on top of her, his hips moving naturally and lovingly agains her. He kissed her neck and fell deeper onto her, his pace increasing as one hand grasped a breast firmly. He pulled the breast towards his mouth, never stopping his thrusting. He blew gently on the nipple and then brushed it with his tongue. She gasped as his mouth surrounded the nipple, his tongue dancing across it as he sucked. Her stroking of her pussy and his cock increased as he pounded harder and harder against her. She couldn’t hold back and grasped his ass with both hands, fingernails digging into his flesh as she pulled her deep into him. She came wildly thrusting her hips towards him, towards the sky as she screamed in ecstasy.

Her vagina pulsed strongly and gripped his cock pulling it deep into her. He never felt anything like it, as though a hand inside her held him. He stopped his thrusting and let her pussy, let the hand, take over. She moved with her pussy and shivered as his orgasm slowly built. His guttural moaning turned into a scream as her vagina pulled his cum from his very soul. She felt his cum hit her and fill her and as it did, she came again, her legs crossed over his as she thrust up to meet him.

They breathed hard and then slowly, looking at each other, cuddled under the blankets and fell asleep in each others arms.

“That was magic,” he said after their nap. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“That’s because you have never made love to an angel before.”

He laughed as she stood up and gathered he clothes.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh David, I’m going home now.”

“Wait, I thought we had a night together. Please don’t go.”

“I have to go David and you know that.”

“No, please. I’ve waited all my life for you, Maggie. Don’t go now.”

“I must go, David. You will understand. I know you will.”

“But when… how… “David stammered, unsure what to say, what to do to hold on her and the magic.

“David, I really AM an angel. I’m your angel. I have always been and always will be here for you.”

“An angel?” He looked at her, laughing. “I was being a bit metaphorical.”

She laughed and bent over to kiss him. He closed his eyes and she kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing around his. As it did , he felt a sense of peace overwhelm him. He reached for her and tried to pull her to him but couldn’t. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

“Maggie….”

“David, I must go. But remember, I’m your angel. And an angel will never stop loving..”

She stepped back and smiled at him as a soft glow surrounded her. The light intensified and as he jumped out of bed to grab hold of her, all went dark.

He stood there, tears in his eyes, shaking with emotion.

He heard her, or, really, felt her, whisper to him. “I’m always here. And I will always love you”

He looked out the window as the lights of Toronto glistened in the winter sky and a soft snow began to fall. He stared at the snow for what seemed like hours and then felt his dread turn to an ethereal calm.

He picked up the phone.

“Room service, how can we help?”

“Could I please have your best bottle of Champagne?”

“Of course, sir. I assume two glasses?”

“No, one is fine. Thank you, my angel doesn’t drink.”