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Overnight

By: Steve1980



Beth's parents had just driven away with our kids for an overnight visit. I'd been planning for this. "Take off all your clothes. This isn't a negotiation. You're going to do as you're told."

I could see her cheeks flush. Beth loved when I was bossy. She took everything off and stood naked before me. "What next, Master?"

Oh, she was catching on. Our living room had a large picture window, and the kitchen was on the other side of it. "Go get us a couple glasses of wine."

"Um ... could you close the curtains first?"

I gave her a smack on the ass that was all the response she needed. She knew what she was supposed to do. She walked - no, strutted - in front of the window, filled up two glasses of wine, and then came back. "Now follow me."

I sipped at the wine while going up to our bedroom. "Suck my cock."

She instantly got on her knees, undid my jeans, and pulled down my boxers. She started blowing me like her life depended on it. I could have let her go for a couple minutes, and then hosed her down. She wasn't going to get off that easy though. "Lie down on the bed. Spread your legs and arms."

I pulled the 'sex box' from the closet and got out the ties. I left no slack in the ties; she barely had room to squirm. Then I pulled out the blindfold and put it on her. She was a beautiful picture. Now there's an idea!

She gasped and turned red when she heard the camera on my phone click. It clicked many more times before she was able to say, "No, honey. Please don't do that!"

I smacked her inner thigh. "I'll be making the decisions about what happens with these pictures. You have no say. And how should you respond to that?"

Her voice was meek. "Yes, Master."

I pulled the small vibrator out of the box, and turned it on, lightly teasing her nipples. She tried to squirm away. "You don't want my attention? Fine. Be ready for a punishment."

And I did nothing. For three minutes. Every movement she heard made her flinch. I just stood there and rubbed my cock a bit. Then I gave her a light smack on the clit. Her whole body contorted like it had received an electric shock. "Oh!!"

I shoved the vibrator roughly into her pussy and turned it on. She bit her lower lip. She jerked when I quickly pulled it out. I turned it off and put it in her mouth. She eagerly licked off her juices. "May I please have it back in my pussy, Master?"

I turned the vibrator on and brought it close to her left nipple, so that she could hear it coming. As it was almost close enough to touch, I surprised her with a very hard smack to the clit. "Ahh!"

She almost sat up - as much as the ties would let her, anyhow.

I put the vibrator down, and turned her head toward me. I had to get some action out of this. She just looked so good, and I was hard as a rock. I climbed up on the bed and stuck my cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around it.

I started fucking her face, holding her head so that she couldn't pull away. Fuck me! That felt good. I stopped before reaching the point of no return. I might decide to cum in her face later, but there was more abuse to be doled out. "What do you deserve, slut?"

She squirmed against her ties, her pussy glistening with her juices. "I deserve to be fucked within an inch of my life, Master."

Another hard smack over her whole pussy this time.

"I deserve to be teased until I can't stand it." Smack!

And now she was whimpering. "I deserve to be tortured and humiliated."

I growled. "Closer." Smack!

I could see her getting frustrated. She was almost in tears. "I don't know, Master! Please tell me what I deserve!"

I leaned in very close to her ear. "You deserve nothing, you fucking slut. You don't even deserve my consideration. I should just leave you like this for the night."

I stood up straight and stroked my cock. She whimpered in anticipation of the smack. I walked silently around the bed, stroking my cock, feeling my ass, admiring her tight, quivering body. Finally, I stopped at the foot of the bed, and climbed on.

Each movement made her flinch. I rested my cock lightly on her pussy, as I leaned forward and teased her nipples with my tongue. She slowly relaxed, and began to enjoy. I stopped, grabbed my tool, and rammed it hard into her pussy.

"Oh! Master!" She screamed it over and over with each stroke I pounded home.

Then I stopped. She began whimpering again. "Please! Please, Master!"

I untied her, but left the blindfold on. She reached out and found my cock. I let her slowly stroke it. "My little slut, you're not worth my effort. I've untied you, but now you're bound by my voice. You will do exactly as I say - nothing more, nothing less - or I may still tie you back up and leave you for the night."

"Yes, Master."

"Now. Rub your clit, but slowly."

She started beating herself off, while still rubbing my cock. I sucked on one nipple, while teasing the other with my fingers. She was obviously enjoying, and started picking up speed. "Slow down, slut."

She was enjoying too much, and didn't follow orders. I pulled her hand away from her clit. "That was your last chance, slut. Now you have to punish yourself. Give your pussy a hard smack - and I'd better hear it."

It was a little smack.

"Harder."

She smacked it a little harder.

"Not good enough. Get it right this time. Smack it as hard as I would."

Smack! She curled up in a ball from the pain, and made small crying noises.

"Very good, slut! You punish yourself better than I do. Now take this."

I handed her the large vibrator. "Stick that in your pussy. Turn it on high power, and fuck yourself. While you're doing that, you may rub your clit until you cum."

"Thank you, Master."

She slowly shoved the large vibrator into her swollen pussy, switching between uncomfortable and satisfied little noises. "Put it in deeper."

This took a little longer, but she did as she was told, and then she turned it on. It started vibrating and spinning. "Oh! Fuck!"

Then she started rubbing her clit. I went back to work on those fantastic tits.

I felt her tits get harder. Her whole body was stiffening. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me! Oh fuck!"

She got louder and faster. Her hand was rubbing her little clit raw. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhh!"

As she turned off the vibrator, she relaxed. "Thank you, Master."

"Not yet."

I swung a leg over her stomach and put my cock between her tits. She pushed them together over my cock. After the show I had just watched, it didn't take long.

It was my turn to scream. "Oh, fuck! Yes!"

My jizz hit her chest, neck, and face. She laid still as I licked it from her face, and then kissed her deeply.

"I love you, Master."

Overnight Bus



This is my first submission and I would like to convey my sincere gratitude to Kimberly, my Volunteer Editor. I know, without her encouragement and support, it would not have been possible. Thank you, Kimberly for all corrections you made for making it readable and for your time, care and energy. Hope, some readers may like it. 

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Waiting in the empty passengers' lounge of the long distance bus terminal, for over half an hour, on a chilly January night made me jittery. I had to attend a court case on the next day and for that I had to travel alone for the first time. It would be a long distance, overnight, bus journey and I did not have a reservation. Dumbstruck, I was blaming my luck, why on earth it had fallen on me; someone else should have been assigned for the job, however, I was aware about the reasons. Technically, I was the most suitable person in the office; I dealt the file all along, it was with me for months and I knew the facts of the case better than anyone else. But the date for a court case is always intimated well in advance. What the departmental counsel told my boss over phone was crap and pure lies; no correspondence had been made and no advance intimation about the date had come from his end. It was intimated just today, and that too had been over phone, but I could not convince my boss that there was no advance intimation and that I did not have prior knowledge about the date. As a result, all my pleadings fell on deaf ears; he did not consider that it would be next to impossible to get a rail or bus reservation in such a short time, nor did he consider the dangers of sending a young woman alone on such a long journey. 

I had no escape from his onslaught but had some faint hope that my husband could arrange at least for a bus reservation since he had some connections with the providers of bus service. He came with me to arrange for the last minute reservation and to see me off. I was waiting for him in the passengers' lounge for half an hour; most of the buses had already left by then and at 8:30 pm, the last bus was preparing to depart. With no sign of his return, I was getting more impatient with each passing minute. All of my repeated rings on his mobile went unanswered. He picked up my last call and informed me that he managed the reservation, but it did not reduce my tension. On returning from the office, I did not have much time left for getting ready. In a hurry, I wore just a woollen cardigan over a sari, underestimating the evening chill. Now I shivered, standing in the open areas of the passengers' lounge, regretting that I wore a thin sari instead of pants or jeans, which would have been more comfortable for the journey, I just knew the cardigan would not be enough for the night. 

I smiled for the first time, seeing his smug look as he handed me the reservation ticket. I should have kissed him instantly as a reward but ignoring the urge, handed over him my small travel bag. We walked toward the bus waiting in the parking bay. Together we entered through the open doors. I followed him as we searched for my seat, number 12. Under the dimmed lighting of the bus, I noticed its plush interior, heavy curtain on the windows, and reclining seats with thick cushions. I thought it was not as bad as I expected. Soft music played and the scent of lavender in the air pleased my senses. Passengers were seated in most of the seats. There were four seats in a row; two seats side by side on the right and two on the left with an aisle in between. After locating my seat, my husband put my travel bag in the overhead bin and asked me to take my seat. I had a window seat and a middle aged man was next to me. 

There was not enough space for entering into my seat and I asked him, "Would you mind to let me in?" Strangely, he did not reply and did not move an inch to let me in. Without wasting time, squeezing myself, I got into my seat. My husband looked worried, silently waited there for few minutes, and when the bus started honking, he waved to me and got down from the bus. 

After a few minutes, a faint smell of alcohol surpassed the smell of lavender and as I searched for the source, I found in horror that the person seated next to me was heavily drunk with dropped jaws and in a slumber. Oh my God, how could I sit next to him for the night? I thought. Other passengers seated nearby may have noticed his condition and maybe for that reason they were looking at me, while I took my seat. In the same row, on the other side of the aisle, a middle aged couple was seated and the man was looking at me, leaning forward. My husband was waiting outside for the departure of the bus and I rang him to ask him to change my seat but he replied irritated, "Why do you have to change seats? It is in the front of the bus!" 

He had a tough time getting my reservation and I toned down, "Please try and tell me, if it is possible." 

"Ok," he snipped.

In a while, I could not find him at the place where he stood and he informed me on mobile, "It's not possible now, the bus is full. I have talked to the bus conductor and he will change it, if you want, while the bus is on move." It turned as another point of tension and I was praying for luck. After honking a few more times, the doors closed and we lurched forward. 

The man on the other side of the aisle, in the same row, again leaned forward and asked me, "Excuse me madam, would you like to change your seat? You can take my seat." 

It was like music in my ears. He must have overheard the call while I talked to my husband. At that moment, he was sent from heaven. "Yes, thanks, so kind of you." 

The man seated beside me might have woken up from slumber and as he yawned, a strong smell of alcohol filled my nostrils. I did not bother to ask him for space and dragged myself out from the seat, crossing his probing knees. The kind gentleman, on the other end, stood up and came out from his seat to make room for me. 

I was thanking him again while his wife asked me, "Would you mind taking my seat?" I could not see her properly but her voice was very sweet and soothing. I told her, "Thanks, this one is ok for me." I could not make out what prompted her to offer me her seat; maybe due to the chilly wind entering through the gaps of the closed window. She insisted on a seat change. By then her husband had moved and was sitting in my window seat, beside the drunken man. She stood up from her seat and came out to make room for me. I was grateful to the gentleman for offering me his seat and I had no reason to refuse his wife for seat change. I smiled and slid in to take the window seat. She sat on the seat where her husband had been seated. I told her, "Your husband saved me from sitting there." 

"Yeah, how could you sit next to such a drunken man for the whole night? I told him to ask you and by the way, he is not my husband, he is my elder brother," she said, smiling. 

I regretted, "Oh, I am so sorry. I should have asked you." 

"No problem, don't be sorry, it's not an offence," she laughed off and after pausing for a moment asked me, "Now let me guess, it was your husband who came with you inside the bus?" 

I nodded my head. 

She asked again, "But he got off from the bus. You are travelling alone?" 

"I am working and it's some urgency related to my job," I answered her smilingly. 

"Wow, you are working and travelling alone for your job." 

She was maybe a housewife but after misjudging them as husband and wife, I could not ask to be sure. She was maybe 46-47 and he was around 52-53 and they were travelling together; but just for those reasons, I should not have assumed they were husband and wife. The glass door between the driver's cabin and passengers' section had been closed, while the bus started, profusely decreasing engine sound and we continued chatting. 

"Yes, he came to see me off. He has his jobs here to attend to," I said, smiling. 

For the next 15 minutes she continued asking me in detail about our jobs, where in the town we live, how long we were married and so on, which I replied diligently. She was surprised to know that I have son aged 13 who is living in a hostel. 

"You do not look like a mom of a 13 year old! Why he is in a hostel?" 

I told her smiling, "We got married at very young age. The school where he's studying is good and very reputed. It's not easy to get admission there and it's not very far from our place, just two hours drive. Since we both are working, we thought to put him in a good school. We visit him every month." 

She snapped back laughing, "And by that, you two don't get disturbed! You did not say that but I understood. Now I get it, that's the secret of your sexy look!" 

I was stunned and smiled meekly. We continued chatting but I was cautious not to make any wrong guesses or to ask anything about her. Her casual nature and soothing voice pacified my tense nerves. 

The lights of the bus were switched off by then and within half an hour, as we crossed the main town, it was dark except the road ahead, which was illuminated by the headlights of the bus and a few other vehicles on road. The music was muted and all on the bus were silent, perhaps most of them had dozed off by then. Coldness increased on the bus as it reached the outskirts of town. The chilly wind crept in through invisible gaps of the windows and I shivered with the cardigan I wore over the sari. 

The lady seated next to me may have felt my discomfort and asked me, "Oh, you haven't brought anything to cover?" 

I shook my head, "I left home in a hurry and was not sure about a reservation but it's ok, I can manage." 

She bent down and dragged out a bag from under her seat and on unzipping it took out some cloths. She kept those cloths on her lap, zipped the bag, and pushed it back under her seat. It was not cloths but blankets, as I noticed when she called her brother and gave him one. She unfolded the other one and told me, "I brought two for us and I think we can share this one. It is big enough." 

I was hesitant and said with smile, "Thanks for your offer but I can manage." 

She did not heed to my reply, and pulled up the foldable arm rest between our seats. She spread the blanket, covering me, and said, "Don't be so formal. How can I, when you shiver sitting beside me?" 

I protested, "But it's a single blanket!" 

"Yeah but big enough to cover us, sit close," she retorted. 

But I was still not sure to accept her offer. "Hey, I do not want to inconvenience you." 

She replied with a mischievous smile, "Don't worry, it won't inconvenience me and you will have to pay me back for the blanket, ok? It's not for free, is that ok?"

I could not protest anymore and asked, "Ok, how much do I have to pay?" I removed my running shoes when I changed seats and by that time, even with socks on my feet, they had turned ice cold. The blanket was really big enough for both of us and it even covered my feet.

She spread the blanket, making sure I got enough. "You should have asked me for a blanket." 

I silenced her with my answer, "How would I know that you are carrying those?" 

She tried to secure the blanket by shoving its end between my left shoulder and the side of the wall of the bus and while doing so, her hand grazed over my boobs, maybe unintentional but I felt she took time to secure the blanket that was longer than necessary. 

On turning to me, she smiled mysteriously, "I have many things, you do not know but you will. And please, let me know you better." 

I could not make out what she meant and after putting the blanket on me, she put it on herself. 

"Your husband is very handsome and caring, lucky you," she said. 

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

She turned to me and said, "So you are, beautiful, young, ripe, and sexy." 

"Thanks," I said, hesitatingly, trying to make out her innuendo. 

She told me she came to meet relatives here and was going back home with her elder brother. She was kind by asking her brother to exchange his seat with mine and even exchanged her window seat but her repeated 'sexy' remarks made me apprehensive about what was in her mind. I did not dare to ask about a husband or her marital status since I goofed up at the very beginning. She could not believe when I told her that I was 37 and had a son who was 13. 

I was conscientious and cared about my figure, and even after childbirth, within months I got back my shape and pre-pregnancy figure by getting rid of the extra fat and loose muscles with the right exercises. I ate a balanced diet, attended the gym throughout the year, took care of my skin with natural products, and had a masseuse visit my home at least twice in a month. For years this was my routine. At 37 years, with a modest height of 5'-5", none would have given me a second look unless I followed that regimen scrupulously but still I am not slim, but rather a little plump. It was genetics, my parents were plump and I knew it would not be possible to be skinny like many others. My figure is a result of my hard work and the pride I take with every look of appreciation, it motivates me to stick to my schedule. I always wore the right clothes but was upset then for not wearing a warmer sweater and pantsuit instead of a thin sari for the overnight journey. 

I was not wearing a bra as I do not wear one at night at home because breasts need to be freed from the clutches of a bra at least for a few hours a day and the best time is while sleeping. The blouse I wore for this journey was made of stretchable hosiery cloth and it was not clasping. The lady might have realised that I was not wearing a bra because she grazed my boobs for a short period while adjusting the blanket on me. 

I was enjoying the warmth under the blanket as the vibrations spread from the floor to the seats, when the lady asked me, "You are warm now but my hands are still cold. Would you make them warm?" 

I wondered and answered, "How can I warm your hands?" 

She replied in a conspiring tone, "Mind my hands on your tummy?" 

I laughed. "It would not make any good. Are you serious?" 

She did not wait for my answer, on turning towards me, she pulled up the lower end of my cardigan and thrust both her hands on my bare skin. Her hands were very cold and I protested. "What are you doing?" 

She smiled and said, "It's your payback time. Please make me warm." 

I am ticklish around my tummy and she was putting her palms and the backs of hands alternately on my tummy as if making toast on a hot pan. I took her hands from my tummy and keeping them between my hands, I rubbed them and told her, "It will warm your hands." 

But she dragged her hands from me, telling me in a harsh tone, "No, you owe me and it is your payback time." 

The change of her tone was scary and shocking to me and with those words she put her right hand through my cardigan and it went upward grasping my left boob. I cringed in shock, oh my God, what should I do? Scream or fight? The whole bus was dark and silent, all were sleeping. My scream would wake up them and it would be a scene. She offered me a seat, was it not generosity but to take advantage of me? She had these ideas in her mind, was she a lesbian? I was thinking while I tried to pull her hand but she would not budge. 

"Shhh...Do not make any sounds, enjoy it sweetie," she whispered. 

Still trying to pull with my gradually weakened strength, I held her forearm, I was thinking, I have never been into women. She took to pressing and stroking my boobs. So, was it her way of making her hands warm? As her hands moved she touched my nipple through my blouse. She pinched it hard, and it rippled through my body. Raising my head, I looked at her side, in front, and at the back, to make out whether anyone could see and guess what was going under the blanket, but it was dark. By then she put her left hand over my shoulder and held my left tit while right hand moved on the right one. She was getting bolder with my inaction. Her right hand pulled up my blouse, baring both breasts. 

She brought her face near to my ear and whispered, "So full Mom, give me some milk." 

Oh, she was crazy, how could I give her milk. I shook my head. "No, no." 

But she retorted, "Oh, you will, your breasts are so full! You must have some, let me suck and I will take out some." 

I replied in delirium, 'My son is 13, how can I have milk now?" 

She was almost inaudible in reply, "Let me check Mom."

I did not know why but I nodded my head and she put her face inside the blanket. Her fingers were still moving on my breasts and she drew my right breast near to her lips. I felt her hot breath on it. First, she kissed my nipple then licked it, and gradually took into her mouth, sucking it. Oh my God, it turned me on. She was on my lap, head under the blanket, and the seat on my right looked vacant. I was sitting like a ghost with a head sticking out from the blanket; looking at all angles in the dark to find out if anyone might be following us, but it was pitch dark. Her right hand was on my left my boob and it moved down, slipping under my sari and petticoat. It travelled inside my panties and touched between my thighs. Oh my God, how could I stop her? Suddenly the bus stopped and the lights inside the bus switched on. My jolt resulted in a quick withdrawal of her hands, as she hurriedly rose back to her seat and peeped out from the blanket. 

The bus was parked beside a road side motel and some other buses were also parked there. Some passengers were eating in the motel and a few others stood in the vicinity, making the place a little bit crowded. On opening the front door, our bus conductor made a sudden loud announcement regarding a 20 minute dinner break for the passengers, but no one moved. Perhaps, most were still asleep. Slowly, a few passengers walked out of the bus and the brother of the lady came out from his seat and on telling something to the lady, he went out. I looked at her as my heart beats dwindled and found her smiling looking at me. Stopping for dinner did save me from her assaults but surprisingly I was not angry with her. She asked me for dinner and I politely answered that I had my dinner at home. 

"Let us go out to have something light," she said.

Again, I politely told her that she might go and I would prefer to remain seated. She got up and pulled the blanket from me. "Oh, come on, we may have something." She pulled me by the hand and I had to stand up and come out from the bus with her. 

We walked towards the motel and after reaching there I could see her properly for the first time, as I could not see her under the dimmed lights of the bus; she looked to be in her mid-forties, taller than me, chubby, and a simple looking woman in a light green sari. We stood together beside the glass door of the motel, but no one from the motel staff came to invite us in. 

After a while, an employee saw us and asked if we would like dinner. I shook my head, I was not hungry. She stepped in front of me and said, "No, not dinner but what else do you have here to eat?" 

He listed their menu for her and she settled for hot tea. She turned to me and asked me to order but I declined to have anything. She looked at me for a while, then cancelled the tea, and ordered him to bring a glass of hot milk. He told us to sit inside as it would take some time but we remained there, standing outside. 

"Come, we can go to the washroom in the meantime," she said.

The washrooms were clean and several ladies were there. I went in first, while she waited and then she went in. We walked back toward the entrance but did not go inside to our table. We stood there, face to face, and she was cool with nothing amiss to show what she had done to me on the bus. The staff, who took her order, came back with a glassful of hot milk and she took it from him. 




Overnight Bus



She looked into my eyes for awhile and asked me, "Would you like to have few sips?" 

I nodded my head and she took a sip without losing eye contact and told me, "It's your milk." 

I dropped eyes and felt my cheeks burn hot but I remained there, transfixed, standing before her as she took slow sips while looking at me, and licking her lips. 

She spoke again, "It's so sweet and tasty! Would not you like to taste even few drops of your milk?" 

I gazed at my feet, scratching the ground underneath, and stayed silent. 

She stretched the almost empty glass towards me and said in a harsh tone, "Taste it now." 

My knees weakened as I took the glass from her and finished the milk in one long sip. She watched and asked, "You like it?" 

I was looking at my feet again when she harshly asked again, "Did you like it?" 

I nodded my head, yes and she smiled. "I told you. You have very sweet milk and they are selling it here."

My head was reeling as she took hold of my hand. "Come, we will go back to the bus." 

Upon returning to the bus, we sat in our seats and when she started spreading the blanket on me, I pushed it aside and told her, "I do not need it." I would not let that happen again. Although I knew I had to make the journey and I had to sit beside her for the night as it would not be possible to ask anyone to exchange seats with me midway, there would be no reason to explain. I could not ask her brother to give back my allotted seat. There could not be any reason to explain my preference to sit beside a drunken person. The other option was to shout and fight back but it would be scandalous for me. She was in the same posture, holding the blanket to spread, looking sternly at me; clearly she did not like my reply and it made me nervous. After a long silence and frozen posture, she started to spread the blanket on me, I did not resist since I did not want to annoy her more. 

The bus engine started and the inside lights of the passengers' cabin were switched off. Silence descended as most might have resumed sleeping. The lady, sitting on my right was awake but she did not say anything, perhaps because she was angry. We kept some distance between us in spite of being under the same blanket. I dozed off in no time, sleeping with intermittent disturbances for an hour or so but when I opened eyes during one such sleep break, I found my head leaning on her shoulder and her left hand resting on my left arm, crossed over my shoulder. As I tried to straighten up, she grasped my left arm and when I raised my eyes I met her gaze. 

She put on a faint smile and whispered, "Sleep, baby."

I was sleepy and leaned back again on her shoulder. As she patted my arm in a slow rhythm, my eyes closed but I could not fall asleep as the patting changed to sporadic pressing and her fingers moved from my arm to my left breast. When her fingers moved over my nipple, it was instantly erect. It was happening again and I knew it could not be avoided. 

On deciding to ignore it and feigning asleep, I kept my eyes closed but the sensation gradually awakened my body as her fingers moved inside my blouse through a small opening on top. She held and caressed my breast and then started kneading it. As she could not reach over to my right breast with left hand thrown over my shoulder, she lifted my blouse, baring both under the blanket and resumed to kneading both. With faster breaths, I had to struggle to feign asleep. Her right hand left my breast and grazed down over my tummy. Her fingers trailed against my skin before sliding inside my panties, under my petticoat and sari. My thighs spread involuntarily to make room for her fingers as they slipped down. When her searching fingers reached my pussy I closed my thighs involuntarily to clasp them inside. Slight sounds might have escaped from my lips, as her fingers touched my pussy. 

"Sleep, baby, I just want your honey," she whispered.

Her words shocked me, did she understand that I was feigning asleep as her fingers stroked and petted my pussy? Wetness spread on her fingers and I moved forward to let fingers go deeper. Hot breaths, fell on my right ear, sounding like a rising storm as her probing tongue touched my earlobe. Inside my ear, sounds of wet licks filled my head. Her fingers delved further, making my juices flow, and making it easier for her to go in and out of the tight clasp of my thighs. 

In those moments of passion, the blanket covering me fell down but she did not bother to gather it and cover me, but rather continued kneading my breast and pinching my nipple. I could not wake up to cover myself with the blanket that would have exposed my feigning asleep. The passengers' cabin was dark but occasionally was illuminated by the headlights of passing vehicles and it worried me that someone awake may see my boobs, but I could not take a chance to let her know that I was awake. I hoped she would cover me, but instead of doing that she intensified the movements of her fingers inside me. Reeling under intense energy building inside, I spread my thighs and thrust forward. She pushed her fingers deeper inside and moved faster. She pressed her lips on mine, then kissed and sucked my lips. In no time, shaking violently, I came on her intruding fingers. 

On breaking the kiss, she watched my face intently. I did not know how convincing it was but I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep. On withdrawing her fingers, she wiped them on my bare breast, then licked and sucked for a while before covering me with the blanket. I sat still, leaning on her shoulder and turned my head. She looked around maybe to know whether anyone did follow us and on looking back, shook my face, maybe to wake me up but I did not respond. I decided to continue pretending I was asleep. Maybe she was relieved to find no one in the darkness, she hugged me tight and kissed me again. 

My acts might have assured her that I would not wake up come whatever may and taking it as my tacit permission; she dropped the blanket and started fondling my breasts in the open. Though it scared me, as someone could see in the lights of the passing vehicles, she turned me on again, her expert fingers moved under my sari to find my wet spot and she made me cum again. 

I did not know when I fell asleep for real or for how long I slept but when the bus conductor woke me up, I was the last seated passenger. I was relieved to find my dress in order. Daylight peeped in through the windows as the last few passengers exited the bus but there was no sign of the lady or her brother, the drunken guy or anyone else, I could remember. Standing up in hurry, picking up my travel bag, I de-boarded from the bus. Calling a taxi, I started for the departmental guest house to freshen up before attending the court and busy day ahead. 

On reaching court, I had an hour of briefing and consultation with the departmental lawyer and around 12 pm, we left his chamber as I had to be present during the court proceedings. The shock of my life was waiting inside the court; the lady I travelled with was seated on the judge's chair! Her gaze fell on me as we entered the court room and a faint smile crossed her lips.



Overnight Flight Delay



Please note that the names used in this story are fictional.

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I really don't like to fly, but I don't much care to spend hours or days in a car, train or bus either. I'd been invited to share Thanksgiving with one of my former foster sisters and while I don't keep in touch with many of my former foster families, a few I do. Stacy was always good to me and we became friends before she was adopted permanent, but this story isn't about her, it's about what happened when I tried to return home.

The weekend visit was wonderful and to see Stacy with her husband and child was special, but it was time to return home to school and classes for me. My name is Natalie and I like to think I'm pretty and friendly and well adjusted, but I know there have been times when I wouldn't have fit any of those descriptive words. At the time this takes place I'm twenty-years old. I'm a short girl, but when I'm standing by myself people think I'm taller for some reason. I've got long brown hair that I like to wear down and let it fall or often wear a headband of some flowery sort just to be colorful. I'm slender with small breasts which I'm happy with in case you're concerned. My eyes are dark brown and I generally try to smile because I feel it's my best feature.

My friend Stacy decided at the airport that for some reason she should take a digital of me and text it to me before our plane even took off. She later said she didn't know how long it would be before she would see me again and had forgotten to take pictures of me throughout the holiday. 

I like to dress nicely when I fly because I like to dress the way I'm hoping the passenger who randomly sits beside me will dress. It seldom works out as I hope and the person beside me usually makes me feel they've spend the day gardening or something as the custom these days on airplanes is to dress overly casual and very grubby it seems. But I can always hope and present myself well. One of my foster parents once told me, "You never know when you're going to meet the person who makes the biggest impact in your life... so be ready and be the person you want to be for them."

Another hope for traveling is that I get lucky and the person seated next to me is someone I don't mind spending the next few hours sitting so close to. So far I've sat next to people I can tolerate, but never had that person I've really enjoyed sharing that time with. When I fly I tend to arrive early and while I sit and wait I people watch and pick out people I hope might sit beside me. I call this passenger roulette. If my luck were a loaded guy I would always get the bullet it seems because I've never had any of my choices seated beside me. As I looked around for this flight the waiting area was filled mostly with family's it seemed and I imagined a screaming child seated beside me. I usually do carry-on when I'm leaving home, and check it in when I'm returning home because while I like the security of having my things with me when I travel, I don't like the inconvenience of hunting for space to store it and having it forced to be separated from me inside the plane. So here I was relaxed and seated without luggage and only my small purse to worry about as I waited for them to begin our boarding process.

We finally began boarding and I snuck ahead in like just because I'm that kind of girl. The plane was mostly empty but we were warned it would be an overfilled flight and they had already made a few requests to compensate people to give up their seats, but I was ready to get home and Stacy would already be well on her way to the two hour drive she had in order to return home.

As soon as I was seated I saw her coming down the aisle and hoped she was headed to the seat beside me. She was a beautiful woman who appeared to be traveling by herself. She had beautiful brown hair and I guess the best way to describe her body was fit and athletic. She was wearing a tight pair of designer jeans with some low heels with a white scoop neck cotton blouse beneath an olive green shirt worn over it. She must have noticed me looking at her as she approached as she smiled at me, but passed me and took her seat opposite the aisle in the row behind me, taking the window seat. From where I sat in my aisle row seat I could turn my head and dream that she would have sat beside me.

It was then when Stacy's text came through to my phone and I saw my own photo and read Stacy's message about how enjoyable I made the holiday for her and before I put my phone away I glanced over to my dream passenger as she was sitting and reading something she must have selected from the pocket in front of her. I put my phone into camera mode and made certain the flash wasn't on and as a gap in the passengers boarding came I snapped a phot of her, and thankfully she didn't notice.

I don't know what possess me to take a photo of a complete stranger, but my first intent was to send a reply to Stacy and include the photo, but I thought it would seem to strange. I replied instead with a simple message to Stacy agreeing that it was a memorable holiday and thanking her again for the invite.

I turned to glance back at my newest desire and hoped there could be a chance nobody would sit beside her, but my dreams were already shattered as an elderly couple was packing their things as the wife sat beside my dream passenger and her husband sat beside the wife.

I'm bisexual in case at this point of the story you're wondering if I have any desires in men, but my radar is more tuned towards other females and I let the men find me if they're interested. With my dream shattered my thoughts were interrupted by the middle aged couple who stopped in the aisle beside me and said, "I think we're next to you." Of course you are, I thought to myself as they weren't the couple I wanted beside me or even close. I moved from my seat to stand in the aisle. He had two bags of carry-on which would each push the limits of what was allowed and I could already see the overhead above me was filled. My dream girl looked at me and smiled as I was forced to move down the aisle towards the back of the plane with him as he tried to find spaces to put his bags. Of course even when he found space the bags were too big and he was finally rescued by a flight attendant with some tags to put onto the bags so she could have them gate-checked. Moving back up the aisle towards my seat I felt like a salmon swimming upstream trying to spawn. This was why I didn't bring my own luggage and now I was doing the work for people I didn't even like.

As I got back to my row I turned and she was looking at me again and I couldn't help myself as I found myself wanting to connect with her and said, "I hate flying," She replied, "I'm with you." I sat down into my seat and fastened my seatbelt and wished she was with me.

The flight to my connection in Denver was bumpy enough that they wouldn't do any drink or snack service and asked us to please remain in our seats unless conditions change and we would be informed. The flight was a little rocky and bumpy but nothing dramatic happened before we started our descent to the Denver airport. The window nearest me was open and I could see how ominous the dark skies outside the airplane looked but thought my happy thoughts as we moved closer and closer to touching down until the wheels of our plan skidded and we slowed dramatically on the landing strip. Finally on the ground I could unclench my fists and relax as we made our way towards the gates and after a rush of people to stand crowded in the aisles they opened the doors and began to let us out.

I wasn't in the front of the plane, but wasn't in the back either. I waited patiently letting the couple beside me exit ahead of me in hopes I would miraculously end up beside the mystery girl I'd found myself attracted to. We were alerted upon exiting the plane that we should go to customer service and I wasn't sure why. I paused at the schedule board where they posted the departures and every flight was listed as "Delayed." I wasn't sure what this meant, but I didn't think it could mean anything good, so as my dream girl walked past me I got my cell phone and went into the internet and found a hotel reservation site and quickly made myself a reservation for a single, which I knew I could cancel if needed.

Like sheep being led to be sheared we headed towards customer service and when I arrived, the lines were eight wide and lengthy with people hanging onto their luggage and grumbling as they exited. I got into the line behind the girl in the olive green top, and at this point was beginning to feel like a stalker as I watched her from behind. One by one each group of traveler was giving the grim news until I arrived at the counter and was given the same prepared message that flights were being grounded due to thunderstorms and tornado type weather in the area. Reservations were being made for flight the following day and I was asked which times I would like to fly. I was also informed because of the possible weather dangers the planes would not have the luggage removed until the weather improved so our bags would be unavailable indefinitely or transferred directly to our new flights. I was assigned a seat on a two o'clock flight for the following day and her sincere apology for my inconvenience.

I looked around after making my way away from the counter in hopes of seeing her again, but she was gone so I started to walk inside the terminal towards the airport exit. That's when I saw her sitting in a chair texting on her phone and I dared myself to go sit beside her.

"I hate it when this happens? She said softly as her thumbs continued to peck out words until she pressed send and her message was off.

"Do you fly often?" I asked.

"For business yes, but this was a personal trip," She said as her phone received a text and she opened it on her screen, and I could read it from where I sat as it said, "Make the best of it but it's best to fly safe." She pushed the phone back into her jeans pocket.

"So what about you?" She said, as she turned her attention to me.

"I fly randomly," I said, "By the way my name is Natalie".

"Misty... and I am not a stripper," she said.

"Misty is a beautiful name," I said.

"Misty is a weather condition, not intended to be a name," She said with a smile.

"At last people don't call you Nat," I said.

"Like a little bug gnat?" Misty asked.

"You got it," I replied.

"Isn't there some Olympic person named Misty?" I asked.

"The beach volleyball player," She said, "but I'm not her."

"Oh yeah, gold medal winners," I said as I remembered her.

"No relation," Misty teased.

"Did they reschedule you for tomorrow? I assume this isn't your final stop or you would be gone" I asked.

"Unfortunately," Misty replied.

"Did you get a hotel room?" I asked.

"They won't compensate and my understanding is the hotels are all filled because of this and a big football game the Broncos have for Monday night football tomorrow night," Misty said.

"I made a reservation as soon as we got off the airplane and saw all the delayed notifications," I explained.

"Do you think it's good?" Misty asked.

"I got an e-mail confirmation," I explained and found it on my phone to show her. I saw the phone number of the hotel highlighted and went ahead and pushed it to dial the number and put the phone to my ear. When they picked up I said, "I'm wondering if you have any rooms available for tonight?" I was told they were filled due to flight delays. "I'm sorry, I should have said I have a reservation," and gave her my online reservation number. After a pause of being placed on hold she came back onto the line, "We do have your room being held for you... would you like to give me a credit card to bill it and secure it for you?"

"Yes I would, I said as I fumbled inside my purse and found my credit card and read off my number and expiration date to her.

"You were one of the quick and smart," she said and then assured me the room would be ready when I arrived.

"What happened?" Misty asked.

"I guess I was lucky enough to get a room, but now they're filled," I explained.

"And these seats here area so comfortable," Misty teased.

"I don't know you, but I don't mind sharing my room with you... I assume there will be two beds," I said.

"That's sweet of you, but I couldn't impose," Misty replied.

"I sure as hell would impose on you if you offered," I teased, and enjoyed the smile it produced.

"If I had my luggage and my clothes I might consider it," Misty replied.

"Oh Please! You're going to let that stop you from being able to stretch out in a bed for the night?" I asked.

"I don't know... I'm a pretty cautious person," Misty said.

"And I'm a serial killer?" I teased. "Here," I said as I opened my wallet and handed her my driver's license and a credit card and my phone with the e-mail confirmation on the screen. "Call a friend and tell them where you are and who you're with. I watched as she pulled her phone from her pocket and started to text.

"I don't know if I should be doing this but the hotels are full and another girl has offered to share her room with me... Her name is Natalie Barclay," she said and read off my driver's license, "I'm wondering what you think?" And then she clicked on the send button, and message vaporized from the screen as it was sent.

"I hope you're not offended, it's nothing personal," Misty said as she obviously awaited a reply.

We sat in silence and then her phone message alert sounded and she opened the screen. "You're there and I'm not. I trust your judgement and have her information. Keep me informed. Love you sweetie."

"Is that your husband?" I asked.

"My fiancé... we're getting married in a month... the weekend before Christmas," She said. "Do you mind if I come to the hotel with you and make my decision when we get there?" Misty asked.

"As long as you let me buy you dinner either way?" I replied.

"I'm definitely buying dinner, but it will be nicer than hanging out here. I'm warning you I'm planning got hang out with you for a while, but return to the airport at some point," She said.

"I'll have to enjoy your company while I have it," I said, and together we stood and headed outside to find a shuttle bus, but when it didn't appear many or any were available we selected a cab and asked to be taken to the hotel and along the way got some suggestions on good places in the area of the hotel to choose for dinner.

I checked in at the reservation counter and was given my room key and Misty met me at the elevator to go to the seventh floor where my room was located. Since I made the reservation online at a discount reservation site it didn't surprise me that the room was sandwiched between the Elevator and Ice machine. Entering the room it was smaller than I expected other rooms would be and only had one double bed instead of the typical two double bed hotel room I would have expected.

"This looks cozy," Misty teased.

"More cozy that the airport seat," I replied as I checked inside the bathroom and it was clean and nice and the room was also very clean and nice, but it looked like they might have annexed a portion of the room to be used for the ice machine storage area.

"Maybe we should do dinner now?" Misty said.

"What sounded good to you?" I asked.

"I like most anything except sushi," Misty replied.

"You pay you choose... if I choose I pay," I declared.

"That seafood place we passed looked nice and it was obviously open," Misty said.

"I love fish," I replied.

"As long as it's fried, broiled, or grilled," Misty said. Together we left the room turned left and instantly arrived at the elevator. We took the elevator down to the lobby floor and the restaurant was easily within walking distance, but because it was raining hard we asked if they could order us a cab. They offered us a courtesy ride with their driver and told us to watch at the door for him to pull up in front with his black limo with their logo on the door. It arrived quickly and when the driver saw us dashing towards him he opened the rear door and we threw ourselves inside landing onto Misty's lap as she stopped in the first seat when I thought she would have moved over.

"Hello there," Misty said teasing me.

"I guess this seat is taken?" I teased, and move to the seat across from her which faced backwards, towards her.

"Just think about all the wonderful fun you're missing out on at the airport," I teased.

"I'm so dreading having to go back," Misty said.

"You make it sound like you've determined already that your choice is made?" I said.

"I was reluctant before, but I'm not going to crowd you in your own bed," Misty explained.

"I'm a foster home kid... I'm not really used to sleeping alone in a bed," I replied.

"That must have been tough... I'm an only child so I always had my own room, my own bed," She said.

"And now you'll have your own chair at the airport," I teased.

"You keep reminding me of that and it keeps me making my decision final," Misty said as we arrived at the restaurant after taking a roundabout way to get there instead of making a U-turn which would have been quick.

We tipped our driver and he gave us a card with a number to call to see if he could return to pick us up when we were done. We dashed into the restaurant and were reasonably dry as they seated us at a nice quiet booth. After a review of the menu we both ordered different daily specials and Misty asked, "What was it like growing up in a foster home?"

"Several different homes actually," I replied. "Some I liked and others I wish I could forget," I answered.

"I really can't imagine," Misty said.

"And that's a good thing," I replied.

"It's probably something you don't like to talk about?" Misty said, as if she were asking me if she ask me more about it.

"I don't mind talking about it... It's a part of me that made me who I am," I replied.

"It seems like you turned out well?" Misty said.

"For a serial killer," I teased.

"Did you really have to share a bed with someone?" Misty asked.

"You say it like it's a punishment?" I replied.

"I guess I can get pretty tunnel vision about things," Misty replied.

The waiter came and brought our salads, which we both picked at as we continued our conversation. "Haven't you ever done a sleep-over with someone?" I asked.

"Only with a boyfriend," She replied.

"I guess I can't tell you it would be like a sleepover or could be if you liked the person's company," I explained.

"Like where you stay up most of the night and talk?" Misty asked.

"Things like that," I replied.

"So you want to invite me to share your bed for a sleepover?" Misty asked.

"I think you would be more comfortable sharing my bed than sitting in the airport... other than that it doesn't really make a difference to me," I said, as I realized I may have been trying too hard to get her to stay. Our fish dishes came and we pushed our salads to the side and enjoyed our meals with minimal conversation shared. After dinner we ordered dessert which we both agreed we shouldn't and enjoyed it down to the last little crumb on my plate and enjoyed the extra refill of coffee before we started to talk again.

"Are you prolonging our dinner so you don't have to return to the airport so quickly?" I asked.

"I'm going to shock you and tell you I'm leaning towards staying with you," Misty said.

"Good," I said, and didn't want to say anything more that might sway her decision the other way.

"So tell me about your fiancé?" I said. She pulled her phone out quickly and opened a photo onto the screen and handed it to me to look at.

"His name is Derek," She said. We met in college," Misty said.

"You must have your hands full planning the wedding," I replied as I thought he was a good looking guy, but didn't feel like commenting on him and returned her phone to her.




Overnight Flight Delay



"Most of it was planned long ago, but I'm sure we will find things we forgot," Misty said.

"You seem pretty organized, I'd be surprised," I said.

"You really don't mind talking about your time in foster?" Misty asked.

"I don't," I replied.

"What kinds of situations were you in?" Misty asked.

"Good and bad," I replied as I didn't want to say something she didn't want to hear.

"When you say bad... what does that include?" Misty asked.

"What are you curious about?" I asked.

"I don't know... I feel kind of creepy asking you, but were there ever any bad sexual situations?" Misty asked.

"A couple unwanted situations, and some that I wanted," I relied.

"Like rape type situations?" Misty asked.

"I never screamed or cried rape, but it might not have been my first option with the situation," I said.

"Do you feel like you were raped?" She asked.

"I've had unwanted sex... that's about all I will say about it," I said.

"I'm sorry... I probably shouldn't have asked," Misty said.

"Have you been raped?" I asked, and our waiter came by the table at just the wrong time and asked if everything was ok. We assured him it was and Misty asked him to bring the bill and put her credit card on the table for him to take.

"I'm not comfortable talking about it here," She said and became quiet. The waiter brought the bill after I called the hotel and they said they would return their driver for us. Misty paid the bill and we went to sit near the front door so we could watch for the limo.

"This time I'm getting in first, and you're welcome to sit on my lap if you wish," I teased.

"Is that what you would like?" Misty asked, and I felt she was asking me honestly if I was attracted to her and wanted some physical contact with her. Because I knew in my mind I was going to do something during the evening to attempt some physical contact with her I decided to accept her challenge and clear the air now and replied, "I would rather sit on your lap if you want the truth."

"I'm new to this... I'm not sure I would know what to do with you on my lap," She replied, giving me hope.

"So I guess your choice will be my lap or in your own seat," I teased.

The pavement was wet, but the rain had paused for us to get into the limo without being in a rush. I got inside and slid over to the opposite door giving Misty plenty of room to sit beside me or across from me or where ever she wanted.

"You're not making this easy on me are you?" She asked as she ducked her head in through the door and moved over to me and sat into my lap as I cradled my arm around her.

The drive up the street without any turns involved was quick and once she got comfortable on my lap we had arrived. As she moved to exit the limo I couldn't resist my urge to touch her bottom which was so perfectly packaged in her tight jeans. Misty took my hand to help me out from the limo and held onto it as we entered the hotel and headed towards the elevator. With the privacy of the doors closed and alone inside Misty asked, "Are you gay?"

"I'm bisexual," I replied.

"I kind of thought from the beginning you were being more than friendly," Misty said.

"I'll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed if that's what you want," I replied.

"I think you know what I want better than I do," Misty replied.

"If that's the case you shouldn't do anything," I replied.

"Would you just shut up and kiss me?" Misty said. She turned to me and I turned to her and as she held my hips we kissed a soft and tender lip touching kiss which may have developed further if the elevator didn't stop and open its door. Holding her hand again we went to my door and it was my turn to be nervous as I fumbled with my electronic key to get the door opened. Once inside we moved directly towards the bed and while Misty sat on the bed, I stood in front of her with the front of my thighs against her knees.

"How long have you been bi-curious?" I asked as I took hold of her hand and moved it to my thigh just below the hemline of my skirt.

"I don't know... I've thought about it off and on for a long time... maybe as long as I've been sexual," She said as she moved her hand upwards along my thigh.

"No better time to explore than tonight," I said softly.

"I think we both know that's the truth," She said as her hand was caressing against the edges of my panty where it met my thigh. "And you're attracted to me?" Misty asked.

"You're beautiful and sexy and you have a great personality... Yes I'm attracted to you," I replied.

"I wonder what my fiancé would think about this." Misty said as if she were trying to answer the question for herself.

"He would be the last thing on my mind right now?" I replied.

"What is on your mind right now?" Misty asked.

"When you're going to move your touch to where I want it most," I replied. She traced her finger along the edge of my panty until she touched against where they were wettest.

"I guess you're wet too," She said.

"I wonder who did that to me." I teased.

"Our waiter?" She teased.

"Is that why you're wet?" I asked, as her finger traced the impression between my two pussy lips up and down, up and down smooth and easy.

"What do we do from here?" Misty asked.

"Take our clothes off if we're in a hurry, or you could just take my panties off and explore me for a while if you want to move slower? I explained.

"What if I want you to explore me first," Misty replied.

"We might want to change places," I replied. I moved to the side as she stood from the bed and I sat in the warm space that her bottom left behind. Even through the denim material of her jeans I could feel the moist warm heat of her arousal as I caressed her body through the material along her thighs and up against her pussy. I watched as she undid the two buttons holding her olive green cover into place and then she shrugged it from her shoulders and flipped it onto the bed beside me. I pulled at the quality white cotton scoop neck blouse until it pull free from inside her jeans and slid both my hands under the material and upward to capture her breasts, even though she was wearing a bra made of very thin material.

"You shouldn't be afraid to tell me when you like or dislike something," I whispered.

"So far I like everything you do," She replied. I pulled at the remaining portion of her blouse which remained inside her jeans and pushed it upward and she was more than helpful to pull it off the rest of the way leaving me to enjoy the sight of her in her bra which was so shear it was easy to see her areoles and nipples. I cupped my hands over them and teased her nipples and they were already hard little buttons starving for attention.

"That I really like," Misty whispered.

"Is the sex with your fiancé good?" I asked.

"I thought we weren't thinking about him?" Misty replied.

"I was thinking about the sex... not him," I explained.

"I shouldn't admit this to anyone, but I've enjoyed better," She said.

"You don't marry a guy for his sex," I said.

"Would you leave a guy if the sex is bad?" She asked.

"Sex is pretty important to me," I replied, as I leaned towards Misty until my face was against her as I put both hands around to her back to unclasp her bra and then returned my hands holding it as it peeled from her shoulders and body. Her body was marked by the straps, but otherwise a beautiful perfect body with ripe juicy naturally shaped breasts and lively nipples.

"That's what scares me... it is to me also," She said as I lifted just a little with my thighs while still balanced on the edge of the mattress and kissed each of her nipples tenderly back and forth as my hands fumbled with the snap of her jeans and then with her zipper.

"God you're good," She moaned as my hand slipped inside her jeans and inside her panties and I let my finger drift smoothly between her wetness and touch against her aroused clit. Her knees bent as if they were going to buckle from beneath her and she suggested she should probably sit down. I pulled at her jeans pulling them down until I was able to pull off her short heels and then her jeans and finally naked she sat on the bed beside me.

"Would you mind if I turned the lights off?" Misty asked.

"If it makes you more relaxed and comfortable I don't," I replied. I enjoyed the sight of her in her pale blue panties as she moved across the small room to the switch beside the door and clicked it off and left the room in darkness but found her way back to me, and sat beside me again.

"You have a beautiful body. I'm not sure why you want the lights off?" I asked.

"Do you want them on?" Misty asked.

"I want a compromise," I said, and moved from the bed into the bathroom and fumbled around until I found the light switch and turned it on. I looked out the door to see how the light affected the other room and it seemed perfect to me so I left the door open and returned to Misty.

"Is this okay?" I asked as I traced my finger against her breast.

"If we had candles it would be better?" She teased.

"Do you want to run and get some?" I teased.

"I hope you're kidding?" She replied.

"And here I am fully clothed," I said.

"That hardly seems fair?" Misty replied.

"I'm not going to undress myself," I said.

"If you're that lazy you'd better stand up and let me help you," Misty said.

I stood in front of her and she found the zipper on my skirt and unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. She asked me to turn around. I did, and she unzip my top which was a rich blue strapless bodice I loved to wear, but didn't allow me to gain any weight, which was also a good thing. When she unzipped it, it came right off for her and with my back turned towards her she reached around my body blindly and cupped her hands over my breasts and fondled them.

"That feels wonderful," I whispered.

"I was hoping you might say that," Misty said.

"Do you like playing with my breasts?" I asked.

"I've dreamed about touching another woman for a long time," Misty replied.

"How long have you dreamed about touching mine?" I asked.

"Only when I fell asleep on the plane," Misty replied.

"Is it everything you dreamed about?" I asked.

"They're nice," Misty replied as I move just a little closer back to her and felt the inside of her tights touching against the outside of mine. As she continued to fondle my breasts I reached behind and between our bodies until I felt the wetness of her panties and while I caressed her enjoyed her moans of encouragement and appreciation.

"I want to taste you," I whispered.

"Okay," she said shyly and she moved up onto to the bed as I turned around and crawled onto it, following her to get at the wetness of her pussy. I put my hands on her hips at the waistband of her panties and pulled them as she lifted her hips until they were down to her thighs and then she settled her bottom back onto the bedspread and opened her thighs for me as her panties came off past her feet. I peppered kisses back and forth between her thighs moving from her knees upward closer and closer to the her unique sexual scent, which I would always remember, just as I would remember her face. I kissed her pussy and made sensual love to her with my mouth making her squirm with pleasure and scream with her climax. I wanted to keep going, but she started moaning, "Stop... please Stop," and there was sincerity in her voice that made me want to follow her request. I stopped and moved up alongside her where she was clutching the bedspread tightly clenched in her fingers.

"What's wrong, why did you make me stop?" I asked softly.

"The pleasure is too much," Misty replied.

"Oh my God Misty... the pleasure can never be too much," I replied as I lay cuddled against her with my arm over her in a half-hug.

"It makes me feel guilty," Misty replied, "can we just lay here for a while?" 

"Of course," I replied as I hugged myself against her back and kissed her hair at the back of her head. "I'll move away from you and leave you alone if you want?" I whispered.

"I don't want you to move away," Misty replied, which made me feel good again.

"Do you NOT want me to do this?" I asked as I moved my hand to her breasts and feathered them with my fingertips.

"Yes... I mean No... I mean you can do that... it's okay," Misty replied.

"It's going to turn you on," I whispered.

"I'm already turned on," Misty replied.

"It's going to make you want me again," I whispered.

"I already want you again," Misty replied.

"Can you tell me what you feel guilty about?" I asked.

"That you made me feel more pleasure than my fiancé ever has," Misty said.

"You can teach him to be a better lover," I replied.

"I've tried and he just gets angry," Misty explained.

"You shouldn't feel guilty if you've been trying to help him," I explained.

"Maybe I shouldn't, but I do," She replied.

"If he won't listen to you and you won't listen to me... there's nothing I can do," I explained.

"I don't want you to do anything... I want to do something for you," Misty replied as she began to turn around to face me.

"You don't have to do anything for me," I said softly as I believe I understood what she was going to say or do, but didn't want her to feel obligated, or get started and realize she couldn't continue.

"In that case I want to do it for me?" Misty said softly.

"What do you want to do?" I questioned.

"I want to give you oral," Misty said.

"I would love that, but it sounds like something you would do for me, more than something you would do for yourself?" I said with a smile.

"I need to discover if it's as easy as I think, or as impossible as my fiancé tells me," Misty replied.

"I'll be your lab rat anytime you want," I replied.

"Should I just start?" Misty asked.

"I might enjoy a kiss first," I replied.

"You're so sweet and understanding," Misty replied and moved her lips to mine and we shared deep sensual exchange of tongues that made my toes bend and my pussy wet. When our kiss ended she disappeared slowly beneath the sheet and began to suckle my nipples while her hand touched across my stomach towards my pussy. If she was inexperienced she didn't seem like it as her touches were spot on for my needs and desires from her and by the time she moved past my breasts, across my stomach and down to my wet lips my thighs were opened and waiting with anxious anticipation for her.

If she was doing to me what she told her fiancé to do for her and it wasn't working he had to be an idiot who couldn't follow directions. She had my body aroused quickly and took my mind and senses on a roller coaster ride as she played with me and gave me an orgasm much quicker than I anticipated. I told her I was cumming, but begged her not to stop as I knew the way she was working me I would cum again and probably harder.

She continued as I requested, keeping the attention of her tongue concentrated around my clit. When she nibbled her teeth against my clit I screamed "cummmmminnnnn nnnnnngggggggggg," and bucked my pussy at her as she tongue fucked against my clit as I humped against her pretty face through the flow of pleasure that overwhelmed me until she slowed and stopped and came to cuddle me with a hug of her own.

I wanted to whisper to her that loved her, but I've done that before with disastrous results and I knew I fell in love easily when I experienced sexual ecstasy with a person. 

"Were you faking it?" Misty asked as she came so close I thought she was going to kiss me again and when she didn't I kissed her and we shared another lengthy stimulating kiss after her silly question which showed just how insecure she was.

"No I didn't fake it," I expressed after our kiss.

"It was really easier than I even thought it was," Misty explained.

"But was it more enjoyable than you expected?" I asked.

"How did you know I thought it would be bad?" Misty asked.

"Because I assume your fiancé thinks it's bad?" I replied.

"I think we need to get some sleep?" Misty replied.

"Did I hit another nerve? I need to learn to keep my mouth shut and my tongue working," I teased.

"It's just late... do you mind?" Misty asked.

"If I can't cuddle with you I'm going to sleep on the floor," I threatened.

"I like to cuddle," Misty replied and we coupled together with our fingertips caressing each other's body until we drift to sleep.

We must have slept close and I slept comfortably and felt as if I'd awaken before Misty because I lay coupled in her arms and with her body and listened to her soft steady breaths she took until I moved slightly and unintentionally woke her. As her eyes cracked open and she looked at me I whispered, "Good morning beautiful... how are you doing?" Her answer was a response to kiss me tenderly with a soft touch of her closed lips against mine and a smile before she rolled onto her back beside me.

"I want to make love to you," I whispered, "How do you feel about that?" I asked as I touched my fingers onto her tight stomach and caress here skin.

"I don't know if I should," She replied softly to me.

"Are you still feeling guilty?" I asked, as I sat upright and crossed my legs as I pulled my feet in towards my body and sat Indian style looking down at her uncovered body and her beautiful firm breasts and knew I selfishly wanted her.

"I don't know what to feel?" Misty replied.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I instructed.

"That I'm a fool," Misty replied.

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Because I was stupid enough to fall in love with a guy who can't seem to satisfy me," Misty replied.

"Maybe you need to work with him more," I replied.

"I'm through wasting my time working with him... I'm done with him," Misty said as she began to cry but quickly wiped the first few tears from her cheek as if they never were came.

"I think you'd better be sure before you do anything rash," I warned.

"You mean rash like getting married?" She said.

"I mean rash like calling off your wedding," I replied.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to be with another girl. It took someone as daring as you to bring it out of me," She said confidently as she lifted her head and the tears were gone.

"Why don't you see if you can just postpone the wedding to give you time to figure things out?" I suggested.

"Did you still want to have sex with me?" She asked.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, wondering where her mood might swing next.

"If you want me, I definitely want you," She replied.

"I want you, but I don't want you to go crazy about your wedding," I said.

"Let's worry about pleasing each other and let me worry about my wedding," She said and she leaned over and kissed my thigh and whispered, "Your body is so much sexier than my fiancé's."

This time I didn't guide her but all her sexual instincts were spot-on and she had me feeling tingly all over quickly as she tongued my clit and caressed my body. Watching her sweet beautiful face and mouth devour me was a turn-on in itself, but the way she worked her tongue was masterful on her part. After she made me climax three times she finally stopped and asked me if I would please her one more time before we had to head for the airport.

It was such a pleasure to suckle her nipples and play with her breasts and then to lick and please her pussy. After her second climax she turned onto her stomach and told me she couldn't take anymore, so I began to lick her beautiful ass and probed her anus with my tongue. As I tongue fucked her anus I caressed her clit with my finger and enjoyed making her cum one last time before we both knew we had to scramble to get our clothes on and head to the airport.

Her plane was scheduled to leave after mine and once we confirmed she had a seat assignment on her plane we went to my gate and I went to check in. As I was checking in they advised they were offering a three-hundred dollar flight credit if I was willing to give up my seat and they would put me into first class on the next flight out 2 hours later. I accepted their offer in order to spend more time with Misty, but I didn't tell her right away. I expected to wait and surprise her when she would expect me to board the plane. As they were making the last call for boarding for my plane I was ready to tell her when she gave me a hug and as she held me tight said, "I'm not getting married... it would be a farce". I told her I wasn't getting on the plane and she thought it was because of what she said and tried to get me to go until I was able to convince her I'd accepted their delay offer and given up my seat.




Overnight Flight Delay



We transferred to her gate and talked and I couldn't disagree with her decision after hearing her share how she felt, but I knew the discussion she would have with her fiancé would be a difficult one.

I wanted her to call me and tell me how things worked out, but I never heard from her again and wasn't sure if I should have called her or not because I suspect in the end she revised her decision and probably did get married. I'll never know.



Overnight NIP



I called Ed and told him that I have something I want to try and I need his help. He of course was very willing and so we made plans for him to come by and hear my plan. Once he arrived I made drinks and began explaining what I want to do. 

I told him that I get so excited when I know that I am far away from any clothes even though it scares me to death. So I told him that I want to get farther away from my clothes than I ever have before. I also said I want to be naked for a longer amount of time. 

I had already made my choice as to where we should go and for how long. I told him that I had already made reservations at a motel for Saturday night and that we should leave shortly before lunch time on Saturday. 

This way we could stop at the bar/restaurant that welcomes me clothed or not. I guess he assumed that we would be going a few miles from my town to stay at the motel. I told him that we were going a little farther than that. 

We had two days before we left and after Ed went home I began having second thoughts but I was also getting very excited just thinking about Saturday. It was finally Saturday and I got up, took a nice long bubble bath, trimmed myself up leaving just a small strip of hair. 

I couldn't decide on what jewelry to wear so I decided to not wear any at all. I looked at my collection of footwear but didn't choose any, I wanted to be as naked as possible. I was so nervous when it was almost time for Ed to arrive. 

Once he arrived I summoned up all my nerve and walked out to his car totally naked. I was glad that there were no neighbors out, I wasn't ready to deal with that just yet. 

It was a pretty mild day and so Ed of course put the top down for our drive to the restaurant. On the way he asked what motel we were going to and why did I pick a motel instead of a hotel. I told him that I picked a motel because he could go into the office and check us in and then we could park very close to our room. 

I said that this was an experiment to see if I could actually go through with leaving home naked and remaining that way till the next day. In a hotel you usually had to go through the lobby to gain access to your room. 

I hope to be able to do that someday but it is still a bit more than I am ready for at this point. I then told him the name of the motel and where it was, which is just a little over 100 miles from my house. 

God just thinking about being naked with my clothes so far away gets me so hot. We got to our lunch spot and as I walked in I could see everyone looking at me. Some people had seen me there once or twice before but some seemed very shocked that I would walk in naked. We had a very uneventful lunch and then it was time to start the drive to the motel. 

We had been driving for about an hour when Ed said he needed to stop for a restroom break. I immediately started getting nervous wondering where he would stop. He found a little rest area with only a few cars. I planned to wait in the car but Ed said that I had better go here because if I needed to go before we get to the motel the next place may be more populated. 

I reluctantly agreed and waited for an opening in the pedestrian traffic before I made my way into the restroom. I don't think anyone saw me on my way in and once inside I did see that one stall was occupied but no one was at the sink area. I made my way to the nearest available stall without being seen. 

I would imagine though that the woman in the next stall must be wondering why someone would go in there barefoot. In a short time I was out of the stall and at the sink washing my hands when I heard the other toilet flush. I tried to move quicker so I could be out of there before the woman opened the stall door. 

I heard "oh my god" and knew that I wasn't fast enough. I  had hoped it was someone younger who may not be so shocked at my lack of attire. No such luck, it was an older woman who looked at me with disgust as I smiled and hurriedly made my way out and back to the car.

Other than making a few truck and SUV drivers happy the rest of the trip was uneventful. We arrived at the motel, Ed parked near the office and went in to register us and get our room key. He came back and said our room was down at the end on the second floor. 

The doors to the rooms were along the walkways on the bottom and second floors. Once parked Ed watched as I walked naked up the stairs and waited there for him to come up and open the door. I know he was hoping someone would come out of their room while I was standing there but we saw no one. We got settled in the room and started making plans for the rest of our trip. It seemed so strange not having anything to unpack.

I wasn't sure what else to do now that we where in the room. I didn't have anything to unpack or hang up. I had no decisions to make about what to wear, not that I really had plans to go out anywhere. The whole purpose of this trip was to see if I could really travel this far from home and stay naked for the entire time. 

I would someday love to go travel even farther and leave my clothes at home. My biggest concern of course is getting arrested, although the thought of being led through a police station naked and in handcuffs is certainly exciting. But I think I will let that be one of my unfulfilled fantasies. 

I took a short nap and then took a long hot shower while I thought about what to do next. I had no idea if there was anyplace we could go where I could walk in naked and not have a problem. Ed of course wanted to go out and see if he could find someplace that would welcome me inside. 

After a short discussion we decided to go out in the car and drive around a little and see what we could find. Ed was willing for us to take a chance on one little place we saw but he wasn't the one that would be locked up, so I said I wasn't ready for that.

We decided to get something to eat at a fast food place. I would wait in the car while Ed went in and got our food. He however decided the drive-thru would be more fun, especially since the top was down. I know by now it is useless to argue with him so we placed our order and pulled up to the first window to pay. 

There was a young girl there that looked amused at my lack of clothes. After paying we moved up to the second window to get our food. I guess the girl must have alerted someone because when we got up to the window there were about five guys all trying to get a look at me through the little window. It really was very amusing to see them all trying to get a better look.

We finally got our food after horns began honking behind us. We pulled around to the back parking lot and ate. I didn't worry about the police since I didn't think the guys inside would call them. I think they would hope that we would be back again sometime.

We finished eating and Ed told me to take the short walk to throw away our trash. There were no cars parked by us and it wasn't that far to the trashcan so I took my time there and back. I was hoping that maybe someone would pass by but we saw no one. 

We finally decided we would go drive around a little more before heading back to the motel. We drove around a little checking out the area. I know that at least a few people out walking saw me at least from my chest up. I guess they thought I was riding around topless. I don't think anyone was close enough to see that I was naked. 

Finally we made our way back to the motel. This time Ed didn't park as close as he had before. He wanted me to have a longer walk back to the room. We didn't see anyone around so he suggested we walk around the motel stopping before we reached the office. Since we hadn't seen anybody I was game so we made our way around to the back. It was still pretty light out but the temperature had dropped a bit. 

I am not sure why but I get even more excited when I am outside naked in cooler weather. We had walked a bit more when we saw the small swimming pool. As soon as he spotted it Ed started prodding me to go in for a quick swim. 

I knew that the water would surely be cold and that I would have nothing to wrap around me for the walk back to our room. I didn't give in right away even though the idea of getting all wet and then walking back to the room really had me wet already. 

After a little more prodding from Ed I looked around to be sure no one was around and made my way to the edge of the pool. I would guess that the temperature was in the upper forties or low fifties. I sat at the edge of the pool and lowered one foot into the pool. It was very cold. I immediately got goose bumps all over. 

I said it may be too cold but Ed wasn't about to let me go without taking a swim. He said that if I didn't take a swim he would come up with something else for me to do. Since I was so far from home with no clothing he had the upper hand. I decided that it would be best to get in quickly so I stood up and once at the deep end I jumped in and felt my breath get taken away. 

I thought for sure I would drown but I managed to recover and quickly swam to the shallow end of the pool. When my body came out of the water and hit the cool air I began to shiver, but yet I was so turned on by it. We started walking back around to our room. I tried to walk faster but Ed was holding my arm and kept slowing me down. 

We got back around to the side our room was on and I started to head for the stairs. Ed stopped me and said we should go to the vending area first to get something to drink. I was still shivering but it didn't matter. We walked to the vending area and got some drinks, then we went up the stairs at that end and walked back to our room.

Once inside I said I was going to take a hot shower and warm myself up. That was fine with Ed but he said he needed to use the bathroom before I got in the shower. When he came out I went in and took a nice long hot shower. Once I felt better I stepped out of the shower and saw that there were no towels. I walked out into the room and asked him where the towels were. He said he would call to have some towels brought up to the room. 

Then he said we needed some ice for our drinks and told me I had to go back down to the vending area and get it. I was still wet from the shower and I knew I would be shivering again if I went outside. I really had no choice so I grabbed a room key and made my way down to get ice. 

I didn't see anyone as I hurriedly walked there and back. I got back to the room and once again stepped into the shower to warm up. I came out still wet and stayed that way since the towels had never been delivered. We just watched tv and talked about the day. The next morning we got up and got ready to leave. 

I was tempted to take a shower but since there were no towels I didn't. We got in the car and Ed pulled up near the office to checkout. Then he handed me the room keys and told me to take them inside. I took the keys and walked into the office. The man behind the counter looked at me in disbelief but he was sure smiling. 

At first he asked me if I was ok and I told him I was. I said I was just checking out. He asked me where my clothes were and I told him I left them at home. He asked if I was a local and I said that I lived about 100 miles away. He couldn't believe that I came 100 miles and stayed overnight naked. 

I told him that this is the first time I had gone this far and that I hoped to do it again. He said I was welcome to stay at his motel anytime and just shook his head as I turned and walked out to the car. He watched from the door as I walked back to the car. We drove straight back to my house and I walked up and inside naked. 

This time I think I saw one of my neighbors looking out the window. We said our goodbyes and Ed went home, leaving me to think about what I had done the last two days. 

I knew that I would have to call my friend jenna and tell her all about my overnight trip.



Overnight Nurse



I have excellent health insurance, so when I was required to have a check-up, I decided I'd stay overnight. It is night time now and I have a hard erection, knowing that my private nurse will soon be here to tuck me in. I valiantly refuse to wank myself so that I am hard when she arrives. My dick gives a little jump of excitement as she walks into this private room. Her uniform appears to be shorter than regulation, and stops just above the knees. Her nipples are clearly pushing against her clothing.

She sees my erection standing to attention under the blanket and cannot help licking her red, pouty lips. As I pull the blanket back and reveal my dick, her pale white hand slips down to her crotch and starts to touch against her pussy mound through her uniform. I begin to masturbate, so the nurse pulls her uniform up around her waist, and begins to slide her hand over her panties. Underneath, she is wearing high heels, seamed stockings, suspender belt and tight panties. All of them are white. I stare on as she pushes against her clitoris through her knickers. A damp patch is now clearly visible on her panties. She pulls them to one side and slips a finger inside her pussy while using her thumb against her hard clitoris.

She lets me place my free hand on her knee. I slide it up the back of her thigh and onto her bum. I gently squeeze each cheek and run a finger down her crack. She trembles as she has her first orgasm and have to lean against the bed.

Now she turns her attention to me. Replacing my hand with hers, she begins to wank me with slow, firm strokes. I pull her knickers down and she steps out of them. Using her free hand to guide my head between her legs, I begin to lick her. I chase the leaking juice on her thighs with my tongue before burying it deep inside her scented pink pussy. She pushes her crotch hard against my face, and I start to lick her clit. Inserting a finger into her, I continue to lick her clit and labia. She is going weak at the knees. I lay back down on the bed and she climbs on top.

She lowers her dripping wet pussy down onto my waiting mouth. My tongue slides straight into her. She shudders as I open her up with my fingers and concentrate on her clit again. She lays down on top of me, her tits squashing against my body. She breathes on my cock before gently licking the slit with her tongue, gently pushing it in the tiny hole. I groan as she does this. After licking around the dome, she takes the knob into her mouth and sucks it hard. I thrust deeper into her mouth, and she sucks the shaft as well. The nurse continues to suck as she draws her mouth back up to the tip. Taking a gulp of air she once again takes my entire shaft into her mouth.

She pulls her mouth off my dick and licks the knob as it throbs with excitement. I now have two fingers inside her and am frantically thrusting them in and out. I then suck hard on her clit giving her an orgasm. At the same time, her licking has aroused me so much, my spunk shoots out from my cock and splashes over her face. I continue to slurp up the juices between her legs so she takes my still twitching cock into her mouth and sucks it back to hardness.

Once I have regained a full erection, the nurse turns around on the bed and straddles my body. She holds my cock upright as she lowers herself onto it. We both sigh as I enter her hot depths. As I run my hands up and down her stocking clad thighs she begins to ride me. When I reach the top of her stockings, my hands carry on until they reach her cunt. I gently pinch her clit before returning my hands to her knees. I repeat this as she rides me harder and harder. She begins to moan out load as she speeds up and rubs her hard clitty against my body.

The nurse thinks she heard someone else in the room but is to aroused to care. Reaching up, I free her tits. My fingers pinch the nipples in turn while my right hand is between her legs, rubbing her clits. She screams as she comes and I spunk up inside her. Collapsing on top of me, I turn us both over onto our sides so we are facing each other and I suck on her hard nipples as she regains her breath.

"Shall we see how hot you really are?" I ask. She smiles as I get a thermometer and slide it up her soaking cunt. The coolness of the instrument feels so good inside her that she lets out a low moan. She sighs as I waggle it about inside her. I pull it out and read the temperature. "You're really hot!"

It is then that the nurse remembers hearing someone. She looks around the room but doesn't see anyone. Looking at the door she sees that it is not properly closed. Did the matron see what she had just been doing? Had she enjoyed it? Will she say something, and if she does what punishment will she give you for your antics?

The nurse turns to look at me again and says, "I've just decided what medication you need sir."

"Oh, and what is it nurse?"

"It will be in two part, both liquid. The first will be a thick cream and the other a warm yellow fluid."

"And how will it be administered nurse?" I ask with a smile on my face, knowing exactly how.

"Orally of course sir."

To be continued?