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Fiona's Flight Of Fantasy

By: elfin_odalisque



With her job, Fiona Williams travelled a lot. She found short flights just as tiring and frustrating as the bus or the subway. Hot, sweaty passengers herded and corralled like cattle, in fact, worse than cattle. Long haul, with more time and more space, was quite another story. She was determined to enjoy her seven hour flight to New York.

She knew the cost of trans-Atlantic business class was a bit of a rip-off but the feeling of luxury was wonderful. The champagne and the pampering were a sensual pleasure. Flying like this was an escape from everyday pressures, no phone calls or people wanting to talk to you.

Fiona watched the cabin attendants start to serve lunch and ran her fingers lazily through her curly blonde hair as she stretched her cramped shoulders. She was pleased of the excuse to close her laptop and stow it under the seat in front of her.

Her presentation had been agonised over, corrected and polished a thousand times already and, even so, she would have plenty of time in the hotel to go over it yet again. Now it was time to forget daily life and relax. Medium height and slim, plane seats were like comfortable armchairs for her. In the anonymity of the cabin, she liked to cocoon herself with her thoughts or curl up with her bare feet tucked into her bottom and read a book.

She thought the pretty flight attendants looked so poised and sexy in the white blouse and cinch waisted dark skirt of their uniforms. Their bra straps were quite evident through the tight cotton of their shirts, hinting at naughtiness. Like dominatrix, with their immaculate hair and perfect make-up, they strode around the plane in dark nylons and heels creating unattainable erotic fantasies for the big-hitter, male passengers, strapped-in and restrained.

When she was served, Fiona noted with amusement that a glimpse of bra was visible as the attendant leaned forward to put her meal down. She wondered naughtily how many erections would be hidden under white linen covered tray-tables.

She enjoyed her meal. The food was as good as you could expect in the air and, after two glasses of very fine red wine, Fiona was sipping her black coffee together with a large cognac. Life was good she thought, very good, except ...

Except her non-existent love life. A twenty nine year old, red-blooded woman shouldn't have the sex life of a nun, she told herself. However successful her career, it didn't compensate for sleeping alone every night these days. How she longed to feel sensitive fingers on her body, smell and taste a man in the throes of his orgasm.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Blonde, light brown eyes and quite attractive, even if she said it herself, she just couldn't seem to meet men. Well, that wasn't strictly true she thought. She met enough attractive bed fodder. It was just she couldn't seem to get them into bed.

The in-flight movie, some second rate family comedy as usual, didn't interest her at all. She fished in her computer bag and found the plastic sack. It had been a wicked, last minute purchase in the airport bookshop that made her feel deliciously sinful. Holding the book carefully to make sure that no-one could see the cover, she started to read.

'They met in a bar one lunch time and Virginia was swept off her feet. Damian was passionate and impulsive and had become her lover that same day. Since she had been with the charismatic, handsome man there had been this constant aching desire for his body.  Just thinking of him, which was now an almost permanent obsession, made her lubricious and her swollen nipples chafed against the fabric of her thin dress. As she drove home in the summer sunshine, she remembered the wonderful sensation of being filled and stretched by his large penis and she felt the heat mount between her thighs.  She found him in the yard, sitting on the grass in the shade of a maple tree. The sunlight filtering through the leaves made swirling patterns on his black curly hair and strong features. Lost in his own world, his high cheekbones and rugged jaw made him look powerful and wild, she thought.  For a moment, she imagined being spread naked across his knee while he spanked the taut, fleshy globes of her bottom. The idea shocked her as he had never lifted a finger against her, but her ass cheeks tingled with pleasure at the fantasy of being sexually dominated by Damian.'

Fiona finished her brandy and asked for a second one. The petite brunette flight attendant bent over to put the small bottle on the tray table beside her and Fiona stared at the girl's shapely, skirt clad rear. She mentally stripped off the uniform skirt and panties and pictured the pert white buttocks being proffered for a lover to turn a hot rosy pink.

The girl's sex lips would engorge as the smacks landed, Fiona imagined, and glistening juices would seep down her inner thighs as the round cheeks of her pretty bottom glowed red.

"Can I get you anything else, ma'am," asked the attendant as she straightened up.

"Err, no, no, that's all, thanks."

Fiona blushed deeply as she suddenly realised she'd been having a sexual fantasy about another woman. Not only about a woman, she realised with a shock, but a submission fantasy completely against her natural instincts.

"God," she told herself, "I'm getting perverted. Somehow, someway, I need to get screwed, and soon."

She sighed, picked up her book and began reading again.

'The sun burnt down on Virginia's bare shoulders as she approached Damian. He became aware of her and, looking up, stretched his hands out to her hips to pull her close to him. He buried his head into her belly and Virginia could feel his warm breath through the thin cotton of her summer dress.  She gripped his head, her fingers entwined in the tight, black curls of his hair, as she breathed in his heady scent; a mix of summer sweat and the musky fragrance from the crotch of his jeans. Her body responded. She needed him urgently; needed the satisfaction of taking him deep inside her.  Reaching behind her, Virginia unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. She stood naked in front of him, the sun now playing all over her back and the hot rays burning into the dark crease of her ass.  Wordlessly, keeping his eyes on the swollen pink vulva in front of him, Damian unbuttoned his shirt and slithered out of his jeans. He saw her rampant clitoris escape from its fleshy cover as he let his erect cock spring from his briefs.  Virginia virtually pounced on him, pinning his shoulders to the ground as she swung her bare thighs across his muscular torso. She was dissolving, her molten lust seeping from her pussy. She could feel the slickness as she ground her sex lips on the taut abdomen beneath her.  When his hands cupped the stretched swells of her buttocks, she moaned, as fingers teased the gaping cleft, toying with her puckered anal opening. She slid down until the fine blonde hair on her mound was pressing hard into his black wiry pubic bush.  Damian's lips flicked one of her erect teats making her catch her breath and sigh. She could feel her breasts swell as the tantalising tongue alternated between the hard pink tips of her nipples. She couldn't wait any longer.  She pressed her breasts hard against his chest as her hand went round behind her ass to guide his hard cock into her cleft. After allowing her to massage his penis between her pussy lips for a while, Damian suddenly bucked his hips and thrust his rigid cock deep into the willing woman's cunt. She cried out in pain-pleasure as she experienced the brute force of his penetration.  Virginia raised herself until the large cock was almost withdrawn, then plunged down, angling her pelvis so that the lubricated purple head slid across the hard nub of her clitoris. She started pumping rhythmically. With each down stroke she gasped when she felt his penis butt against her cervix.  Virginia was lost now. Hot waves of pleasure flooded through her as the hard cock fucking her cunt sent spine tingling sensations to her nipples. She felt the iron hard penis quiver and swell inside her and the unstoppable force of her climax began sweeping through her. She bucked and shook as she felt his hot cum explode deep in her belly and fell forward to lie, exhausted, on his chest.'

Fiona tossed the paperback aside carelessly, closing her eyes and sighing, and leant back on the headrest. She tilted her seat back slightly.

It had been a silly mistake to buy the book, she realised now. She had thought it might ease the sexual hunger gnawing inside her but it was just making her even more frustrated. Before they got to JFK, she knew she would have to go to the bathroom to take care of her urgent need for release.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked round the cabin. Her jaw dropped and she felt her face start to burn as she noticed properly, for the first time, the man in the aisle seat beside her. He was studying a book, her book, with what appeared to be great interest.

Fiona was mortified. This man, not much older than her, now knew that the respectable, blonde woman sitting next to him had been reading a dirty book. In the non-descript white T-shirt and black spandex leggings she was travelling in for comfort, he wouldn't think for a moment that she was a highly regarded equity trading manager with a large investment bank. 

She hadn't bothered to study him before but, now she paid him some attention, he was really quite striking. Tall and powerful looking, his lightly tanned face was framed by neat, short, light brown hair. In his pale pink shirt and grey slacks he looked suave and sophisticated, Fiona thought.

There was an indefinable aura about him too. Fiona couldn't decide whether it was just an inner core of steel or something more mysterious, more dangerous. He was having an instant effect on her. Her arms became gooseflesh and the fine, downy hairs stood on end.

Sensing her regard, the man turned to look at her, and Fiona sucked in her breath. Smiling, sapphire blue eyes were piercing through her. The intensity of his gaze seemed to strip her bare, body and soul, exposing her innermost thoughts and feelings for his inspection. He finally spoke.

"Excuse me; I think this is your book. It slipped on the floor when you put it down."

The strong, deep, velvety voice seemed to almost caress her. Fiona was mesmerised by the attractive New England accent.

"Oh, err, yes," she managed to burble in embarrassment and held out her hand.

The man made no effort to return the book but, instead, looked down again at the cover, then turned it over in his long, slim fingers.

"Virginia's Dark Desires; I thought it was only us men, with our dirty raincoat mentality, that liked this kind of thing."

"Well, it was only just a bit of silly fun to while away the time on the plane," replied Fiona, not knowing why she felt she had to justify herself to this man.

"Anyway, it's a series of erotic fiction for women, not the kind of thing most men would want to read, I suppose."

He laughed quietly and, watching the little creases appear at the corners of his mouth and eyes, Fiona felt her heart pound in her chest.

"So I see. It says here that it's written by women for women. Do you really think there's a great difference between male and female sexual fantasies, then?"

"No, well, I don't know really, I suppose. How can I be expected to understand men's fantasies? I'm a woman. I guess it's only a question of perspectives; looking at things from the pussy not the penis."

Fiona was shocked at what she had just said. What was she doing, 33,000 feet up in the air, talking about sex fantasies and genitalia with a man she had only just met? Hell, she didn't even know his name. She felt she had to break his hold over her before she got into deeper trouble.

"Look, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Fiona Williams and I don't think I want to be discussing sex with a complete stranger.

"Please can I have my book back, or," she suddenly felt very wicked, "Perhaps you'd like to borrow it?"

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to be rude. Hi, I'm Todd, Todd Jensen, and, honestly, I don't normally make a habit of launching into erotic conversations with attractive women I meet on planes.

"It's just; you look such a sensuous person. I do apologise."

Fiona had a sudden sense of loss and regret. Despite her firm words, she realised she had been enjoying the line of conversation. With her frustration heightened by what she'd read, her hormones were reacting strongly to this handsome man. Never mind talking about sex, she thought, she'd be only too eager to try a practical demonstration with him if that were possible on the upper deck of a 747.

"No, Todd, It's me who should be sorry. I shouldn't have bitten your head off. It was my book, after all, that started this off."

Todd brushed away the apology with a wave of his hand. Then he looked at her quite intently and she shivered. His bright blue eyes were like lasers; their heat sending a trickle of sweat sliding down the valley between her full, braless breasts. 

"Are you like Virginia, Fiona? It says here that she's very successful.

"Virginia has a glittering career, independence and a very sexy partner who keeps her fully occupied in bed. It's only when she meets her new boss that she discovers the true extent of her sensuality and begins on a path that lets her satisfy her deepest desires."

"I wish," Fiona said bitterly, "I've sort of got the first two. That's where these books go wrong.

"If you work hard enough to get a good job, you get the independence bit but it's pretty impossible for a working girl to keep a sexy partner.

"Even when I get the time to go to clubs or bars, the guys seem to feel threatened. They seem to be intimidated by a successful woman and think you'd laugh at their come-on lines."

Fiona could see Todd watching her intently.

"As for being seduced by the boss, fears of being accused of sexual harassment have put the lid on that. And we've still got a taboo against girls trying to pick up men."

Why was she admitting these things to a complete stranger? Had he hypnotised her? Was he going to force her to reveal more; the dark, lonely nights of self pleasuring, the fear of being alone all her life?

However, Fiona understood her need to talk, the need to confide her pent up emotions to another human being. Who better than a handsome, mysterious stranger who would disappear from her life entirely after a few hours of a plane trip? She looked into Todd's clear blue eyes and thought she saw understanding there.

When he reached across and lightly rested his hand on her bare forearm, Fiona could have sworn it was white hot and searing into her skin. It was a long time since any man had touched her tenderly like that and she was embarrassed to see her nipples straining through the cotton of her T-shirt.

"You're right, Fiona. Life's not fair. Even with equality, a beautiful woman like you, who's clearly intelligent and successful, frightens most men off.

"It's like 'Sex and the City'. If a guy gets anywhere, he thinks it's only likely to be a one-night stand and he'll be brushed off next morning."

"But, I'm not like that," said Fiona, almost in tears. "I want a lover to share my life, my body. I'm ready to give up some of my independence for that. I... I just don't seem able to make the initial contact."

"Well," said Todd with a captivating smile, "You seem to have made the initial contact with me."

Fiona squirmed in her seat with embarrassment and excitement. "Are you saying I should start throwing mucky stories in front of men to get their attention?"

"No, of course not," he laughed, "Even if it appears to work pretty well."

Slowly and deliberately, Todd moved his hand to rest on the tight, stretched black fabric covering her upper thigh. The contact sent electric sparks to her groin and made her desperate to rub the ache between her legs. The sheen of sweat on her upper body was making the T-shirt cling to the swells of her breasts. Her lack of a bra was only too evident from the dark pink shadows of her puffy aureoles showing through her T-shirt.

Todd leant close to her and Fiona could feel his warm breath tickle her ear. She shivered.

"Did you mean what you said about wanting a lover to share your body?" he whispered.

Fiona couldn't find the ability to respond. Just from the touch of his hand over her clothes she was so aroused. All she knew was that, if he moved his fingers two inches further, they would be touching her pussy through her pants. Knowing it was so wrong, she willed his hand further; without success.

Instead, his palm traced tiny circles on her leg, stoking the fire in the pit of her belly. Todd moved his face towards her again and, this time, just brushed her cheek discreetly with his lips before whispering in her ear.

"When was the last time a man enjoyed this beautiful body?" His soft voice was full of urgent insistence.

"Sev, sev, seven months ago," Fiona managed to stammer breathlessly, not knowing why she was letting him pry these intimate secrets from her.

"Do you want to share your body with me?"

What's the point, thought Fiona in bitter frustration. It was just cruel. He's teasing me to distraction knowing there's nothing we can do about it here, sitting on a plane. And anyway, when we land he'll say goodbye and vanish back to his wife somewhere.

She struggled not to gasp out loud with shock as Todd's hand slipped under the loose hem of her T-shirt and touched the warm skin of her stomach and the undersides of her bare breasts. Even tucked back in her window seat at the back of the cabin, Fiona felt she was on public display.

His fingers weaved devilish patterns on her flesh, running gently round the rim of her sensitive belly button. Her whole body tingled with pins and needles and Fiona could feel her hot moisture soaking into the crotch of her pants.

She leant forward to let the tantalising fingers explore her lower back and the hollow at the base of her spine.

"More, Todd, more, I need to come," she urged breathlessly, almost forgetting her surroundings in her passion.

She had to bite her lip to stifle a groan as fingers slipped under the elastic waist of her leggings to tweak the trimmed blonde hair on her mons.

"My, oh my, what a naughty girl," was breathed in her ear.

"I could see you didn't have a bra, but no panties either; what a slut."

"No, I'm not. It's just I like to be comfortable on long flights."

She didn't care what he thought of her provided the exciting stimulation continued. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the confined space to give him access to her core and was rewarded when his fingers sank between the slick, puffy walls of her pussy lips.

Fiona was fighting to control herself. Todd's palm was pressing down on her pubic bone as his fingers curved inside her wet pussy, caressing deep within her. Whatever the consequences, she knew she couldn't now step back from the brink.

"My clit, Todd, touch my clit. Make me come."

There were slight slurping sounds as his fingers moved inside her body and she was sure she could smell her own musky scent. Then it happened. A tremor ran through her as she felt her clitoris being freed and his finger gently circled the tip of the swollen flesh.

She was suddenly scared. On the edge of the abyss, she remembered she was a 'moaner'. Roommates and boyfriends alike had always laughed at the amount of noise she made when she climaxed. Oh God, no, she screamed silently; not here, not now, not in public.

The fear heightened her sensations and, as Todd rubbed her clitoris more urgently, she felt the tension build in her to dizzying heights. She bit hard on her index finger until she pierced the skin, as her pussy convulsed wildly and she came in spasms of glorious release.


Fiona's Flight Of Fantasy



Todd kept his hand inside her pants, cupping her pussy, as she slowly calmed down. Only when she was breathing almost normally again did he gently withdraw. Fiona shivered with wicked pleasure as she watched him carefully suck her sex juices from his soaking fingers as he kept his eyes fixed on her.

"Oh my God, what if anyone noticed us, Todd."

He smiled and she sighed, "Well, it was mainly you putting on the performance; not 'us'. Anyway, everyone is still engrossed in the movie with their headphones on, and the crew are hidden away somewhere having their meal."

Fiona flashed her hazel eyes at the man beside her and saw the prominent bulge at the front of his grey pants. She was suddenly aware of her selfishness. She had let him, no, urged him to satisfy her and she had done nothing for him in return. For the first time, she reached out and touched him; her hand gripping his iron-hard erection through his slacks.

"Please, don't go much further, Fiona, I beg you. My first experience of side by side sex has already sent me to the edge. I can't afford to 'cream my jeans', as they say. I haven't got a spare pair of pants here."

Fiona giggled at the idea of 'side by side' sex. She had just had a thundering orgasm and they hadn't looked at each other once. Both staring forward, they hadn't even kissed and the only part of his body that she had pressed against had been his hand. It had been a fabulous experience but, her body was telling her urgently, it wasn't enough.

She turned and stroked his rigid cock again. Wild erotic thoughts swirled through her mind again. Whether it was because of the book or her recent orgasm, she didn't know or care.

"Todd, I need to be fucked. I need your cock fucking my cunt now," she whispered throatily.

"After seven months of drought, a brief shower isn't enough; you want a flood do you?" he laughed. "Anyway, it's impossible here."

"No, it's not!" Fiona's whispered voice had a wicked edge to it.

"While everyone's occupied, I'll go to the bathroom down the front. Wait a minute to avoid suspicion, then come and join me."

Before Todd could protest at the craziness of the plan, Fiona stood up and pushed past him into the aisle. The sheer brazenness of her idea excited her and she wiggled her Lycra clad hips suggestively as she walked; certain that his eyes would be closely following her ass.

She pushed the bathroom door behind her and kicked her mules off knowing he would follow. Not only was he as horny as hell, but also she knew, somehow, it was in his character; that steeliness bordering on danger, she was convinced of it. She was just beginning to wriggle her leggings over the curves of her hips when she felt the door open and press into her bottom.

"Not enough room for one in here," he whispered, locking the door, "Let alone two playing sexual gymnastics."

Fiona had finally struggled out of her pants and, as she stood up, firm hands from behind gripped the swells of her naked buttocks, kneading the flesh and pulling her ass cheeks apart. She reached for the hem of her shirt but he stopped her.

"No, let me do that," he said, as he pulled the light cotton garment over her head and down her arms. He pressed close against her, cupping the firm flesh of her full breasts in his palms and teasing her stiff nipples with the pads of his thumbs. The erotic massage made Fiona moan softly. 

She struggled to turn round to face him in the confined space. Finally presenting her naked body for his inspection, she experienced a frisson of excitement. She was proud of her full, slightly upturned breasts with dusky pink nipples jutting from her small conical areolas.

Pressing her bottom hard against the metal basin behind her, she stroked down from her breasts to her hips, trembling with pleasure as she saw his eyes follow her hands.

"Todd, what are you smiling at," she exclaimed, afraid he was laughing at her body.

"Oh, I was only wondering whether Virginia's 'dark desires' included sex in a cramped airplane toilet."

Fiona giggled. "I guess it's not really the stuff of erotic fantasy, but it's exactly what I want here and now."

He leant forward and ran his hands over her narrow waist and across the flared curves of her hips as Fiona almost purred with pleasure.

She reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt before undoing his belt and pants. She gasped as she slid his slacks over his thighs.

"Never mind my lack of underwear, you're wearing a thong!"

"Sorry if I seem overdressed, but it all wobbles about unless I keep it constrained."

"No, sorry, don't get me wrong. I like it," said Fiona as she fondled his hard cock through the wisp of burgundy silk.

"It's just; I've never seen a man in a posing pouch... unless he's posing."

"It's not a posing pouch. I didn't expect to be posing for anyone today. I just like the way it feels.

"Anyway, young woman, any more of your cheek and I'll have to spank that delicious bottom of yours."

As Todd slid his minimal underwear down, releasing his rigid penis, Fiona flushed, remembering her fantasy about the pretty cabin attendant. What would it be like to be spanked by Todd? Would it be as hot and arousing as she imagined? 

The practical difficulties of the confined space soon became apparent. Any attempt at serious foreplay and arousal involved banging elbows, knees or other parts of the anatomy against hard, unforgiving surfaces.

"Todd," Fiona cried impatiently, "Just fuck me. What I want is simple, earthy sex."

With that, she turned round and knelt on the lid of the aluminium toilet bowl resting her face and arms on the sides of the basin and thrusting the round globes of her ass back at him.

She knew what a crude display she was making of herself but she didn't care. This was rutting. She would never see him again and what she needed was sexual gratification. Who cared what he thought of the sight of her stretched anus and widely spread pussy; the wanton who fucks strangers on planes.

"Quit talking and fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my cunt."

The seven months of celibacy were driving Fiona to depths she'd never plumbed before.

Gently, Todd massaged his erect cock between her swollen pussy lips.

"Stick it in me, damn you. I'm quite wet enough already. Fuck me pleeease."

The strong man smiled at this dominating display of unbridled lust and positioned the large swollen head of his shaft in the girl's distended opening. With one powerful movement, he buried his cock deep within Fiona's cunt until he felt his pubic mound crush against the cheeks of her ass.

A volcano of pent up frustration erupted in him. She'd asked for rough. He would give her rough if that's what she wanted. He began to pummel into her warm, welcoming body.

Fiona was delirious. With each eager thrust she could feel the large cock inside her fill her cunt and hammer her cervix as his belly slapped against her buttocks. The scent of sex was heavy in the confined space. She craved more and was answered when his hands moved from her hips to press her mons and stroke her clitoris.

As he thrust into her from behind without any subtlety, his fingers played on her pussy lips and clitoris like a concert pianist. It had been so long, perhaps she was imagining things, but her senses felt overwhelmed by the strings he was pulling in her needy body.

Women weren't supposed to feel like this, she told herself. It was men who craved the physical joy of urgent, basic penetration. She didn't care. It was what she needed now; a wild passionate coupling with an alpha male who took delight in her sexy body. Never mind the petticoats and lace, the glorious sensation of this hard rock of masculine flesh impaling her and turning her entrails to jello was what she'd lacked for so long.

She lost all awareness of her cramped surroundings; happy to yield to the insistent demands of her inflamed pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me you bastard. Fill my cunt with your cream."

Fiona didn't know from where in her soul these crude thoughts were coming from. She just knew she wanted to be used and filled by this rampant cock that was plundering her very core.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she called as the sheen of sweat spread over her entire naked body.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," called Todd finally as she felt his cock swell within her abused opening before his hot seed jetted into the dark depths of her pussy.

As his finger worked her rigid nub, she came with him, exploding in rapturous delight at the wonderful sense of fulfilment spreading from her cunt throughout her entire being.

Time seemed to stand still as they stayed pressed together in the sweaty afterglow of perfect sexual pleasure. It had only been a chance encounter, and Fiona wondered if she would ever recapture with anyone the perfect sexual chemistry that their two bodies had worked on each other.

The mood was rudely broken by tapping at the door. The mood, the perfect ambience, was fatally shattered by the sudden intrusion on their bliss. Fiona knew that the curtain had been pulled down on their precious moment. Things would never be the same again.

With almost embarrassment, Fiona started slipping on her leggings and T-shirt as Todd pulled his pants up and buttoned his shirt. Fiona looked sheepish but was galvanised by the electric blue eyes of Todd.

"My lovely lady, my Virginia, you were simply amazing. May you find whatever you are looking for and be happy forever. You deserve only the best."

With this, Todd took her tightly in his arms and their mouths came together for the first time; tongues laced together, exploring each other feverishly. Fiona thought how bizarre it was. She'd been naked, fucked and masturbated by this enigmatic man, and all before he'd even held her and kissed her.

As they finished dressing in the tiny space, there was another light tap at the door.

Fiona looked at Todd and shrugged her shoulders, "I guess we can't carry on the subterfuge any longer."

"Pretty pointless trying," he said unlocking the door, "Let's face the music."

The surprised face of the brunette flight attendant stared at Fiona as the door opened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You were in there a very long time. I just came to check if everything is all right."

"It certainly is now," smirked Fiona with a smug, satisfied grin as she breezed past the astonished woman.

Back in their seats, Fiona lay back with a wonderful feeling of fulfilment. She guessed her face and neck still wore the telltale, flushed glow of her climax, but she didn't care. In fact, she was proud. She was deliriously happy.

She must have dozed off because, in what seemed like no time, the crew were checking seat belts and preparing for landing. Once on the ground, as they gathered their belongings, Todd turned to Fiona holding out her book and grinning.

"Here, you'd better take this. Bet you didn't think it was your passport into the mile high club when you bought it?"

Fiona took the book quietly, blushing. A spur of the moment purchase had turned into one of the most memorable days of her life. On what thin strands of chance life hangs, she mused.

Quite naturally, Fiona and Todd stayed together through the interminable Customs and Immigration procedures and found themselves leaving the terminal side by side. Fiona was desperate to find an excuse to prolong the encounter with this wonderful man.

"Fiona, look," Todd seemed suddenly uncharacteristically nervous.

"I've got a chauffeured car waiting for me. I guess you're staying in Manhattan so, can I drop you someplace?"

"That'd be kind. I'm booked in the Parker Meridien on West 57th Street."

Todd raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You sure do style, lady."

The conversation on the drive into midtown was a bit desultory, neither knowing quite what to say. In any case, Fiona always loved looking at the city skyline as it appeared across the river. As the car pulled up outside the hotel and a bellhop leapt to open the door, Fiona suddenly leant into Todd and whispered.

"Come in with me. Please come and make gentle love to me in a bit of luxury. I don't want to lose you just yet."

Todd had a wry expression on his face.

"You're a wicked temptress. Everything in me wants to say yes but I can't. I start a new job tomorrow and I've got to go in today to meet some people. I'm so sorry to say this, but I'll have to take a rain check on your attractive offer."

Silently, they kissed and Fiona sadly watched the large Mercedes glide away while she followed the boy with her bags inside. He had said rain check but she was only staying a few days. Who was he kidding? She forced herself to admit that they had said a final goodbye.

Upstairs, the room was magnificent thought Fiona, closing the door on the bellhop. The large windows gave a superb view over Midtown Manhattan. Huge, light and airy, the aquamarine walls were perfectly matched by the darker green, thick carpet and matching satin comforter.

She stripped off the clothes she'd travelled in and felt naughty standing naked in front of the expanse of mirrored closet doors. She saw with pleasure and regret the dried, white stains of his semen on her thighs. This would have been so perfect with Todd, she reflected sadly, stroking her hands over the tops of her bare hips and holding the inside of her thighs.

After turning the faucet off and slipping into the warm, scented bath, she felt almost guilty. Here she was, ready to wash off her body the last memory of the handsome stranger. Soap away the seed of the enigmatic lover who had taken her to such extremes of pleasure. She knew she had to, but it was so sad.

In a kind of memorial service, she washed and dried herself free of him before returning to the bedroom to face real life.

After hours working on her presentation, sitting cross-legged on the bed in the large, fluffy white robe, Fiona needed a break before going to bed; a bit of excitement, she said to herself wickedly. She put her on short, black, strappy cocktail dress, with no underwear, and pulled on black, shiny thigh highs. As she left the room, she slipped her erotic book in her purse, just for luck.

She sat at the main hotel bar and was just finishing her second vodka martini when the barman placed a fresh drink in front of her.

"Hey, I didn't order that."

"It's from that gentleman over there," said the barman pointing across the room.

Fiona looked and saw a well dressed, grey haired man in his fifties sitting at a table, looking at her. Not a romantic hero, for sure, and a bit old for her, she thought, but what the heck, it might be fun.

She raised her glass and nodded her thanks, which encouraged the man to stand up and walk across to her.

"Hi, I'm Chuck. I couldn't leave a pretty girl drinking on her own, now could I?"

A vague warning bell sounded in Fiona's head. Something didn't seem quite right. She told herself to be careful.

"Nice to meet you, Chuck. I'm Cindy, thanks for the drink."

"You're more than welcome; you looked as though you could use it."

"Yeah, you were right. There seems to be no rest for us poor working girls."

Chuck grinned and moved closer until Fiona felt him press against her bare arm.

"I've not seen you here before, have I?" he said quietly.

"No, it's my first time, I normally use the Novotel. I fancied a change today."

"It must be my lucky night. How much d'you charge?"

Fiona spluttered and nearly choked on her cocktail. Fuck, the creepy bastard thought she was a hooker. Suddenly she felt cheap and dirty. Couldn't a woman have a drink alone in a bar without being taken for a prostitute? She was furious.

"It's five hundred minimum and I don't do face or anal. You can eat me or fuck me but you'll need a rubber. Anyway, it's not your lucky day because I'm not turning any tricks tonight."

With that she grabbed her purse and almost ran out of the bar.

When she woke next morning she was still cross. More at herself, she realised, than at the pathetic man. What had she been doing in the bar anyway, if it wasn't to find someone to fuck? Whether it was for pleasure or money, didn't that make her a whore in either case?

In any event, it was the tonic she needed. All thoughts of sex, even of Todd, vanished from her mind and she spent the morning lost in final preparation. If it went well, if she gave a good impression, she'd get the promotion and the posting to New York she longed for. Her boss in London had put her name forward. Now it was up to her.

Later, she was sitting on a visitor's chair in the outer office pretending to thumb through Business Week. She'd arrived early, having allowed too much time for the cab to navigate the length of 5th Avenue. Too scared to risk a coffee shop in case she spilt something on her new, expensive business suit, she had been ushered up to the top floor of the gleaming building to be greeted by an intimidating, handsome woman in her forties.

"You're very early Ms Williams. Mr Moore is tied up at the moment. Please take a seat and wait."

So, there she was, feigning interest in the economics of South American coffee growing, whilst wondering whether the white half bra and thong set she'd chosen was conservative enough. For the umpteenth time she pulled the hem of her skirt down.

The silence was broken when the intercom buzzed and the stony-faced secretary rose and opened a door at the end of the office.

"Ms Williams, Mr Moore is ready for you now."

On trembling legs, feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter, Fiona walked through the open doorway as a grey haired man stood up from behind a huge desk. As their eyes met, they both froze on the spot, speechless. Fiona was staring at Chuck.

The man was the first to recover from the shock.

"Hi, I'm Ray Moore, call me Ray," he said, shaking her hand and ushering her to a large round meeting table.

"And you must be Fiona Williams. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

All Fiona could splutter was, "About..."

"Ah yes, Fiona, about last night. I'm awfully sorry; I was kind of seriously out of line wasn't I? I think I rather deserved the treatment you gave me.

"If you can find it in you to forget our unfortunate little encounter, then perhaps I can help you in some way today."

Fiona laughed inwardly. The tables had been turned completely. All her nervousness disappeared as she saw the worry on the man's face. As long as her performance was half good, she knew the job was hers.

"Of course, Mr Moore, err, Ray, of course we've never met before. Anyway, I was rather rude. I'm not like that normally. I think I was a bit worked up about today."

Ray beamed his gratitude.

"I think we'll get on famously, Fiona. I've asked a couple of the VP's to join us. They should be here presently."

She heard the door open behind her as Ray got up to greet the new arrivals.

"Fiona, let me introduce Sam Jackson, he heads up the Pacific Rim activity."

Fiona barely heard what Ray was saying. She was too busy staring at the blue eyed man behind Sam.

"And this is Todd Jensen. He's only just joined us. He's going to take us into some exciting new areas, we hope."

Yeah sure, thought Fiona, he's pretty talented in taking people into new areas.

Smiling broadly, Todd held out his hand.

"I'm delighted to meet you Ms Williams. D'you mind if I call you Fiona? I hope you had a pleasant flight over. Those long haul flights can get so tedious"

Fiona knew from the sparkle in his eyes that he was really enjoying embarrassing her. She wasn't going to let him win.

"Oh, it was fine, Todd. I got into conversation with some eccentric stranger on the plane and time seemed to fly by, if you'll pardon the pun."

As she sorted her notes and laptop, Fiona couldn't suppress a giggle. She deliberately leant across the table giving Ray and Todd a good view of her ass in her tight suit skirt. Here she was, in the most important meeting of her life, with a man who had fucked her in an airplane bathroom and another who had thought she was a high class hooker. She wondered naughtily what Sam's sexual tastes might be.




Fiona's Flight Of Fantasy



In the darkened room, the PowerPoint presentation went very well. Fiona could sense she had their rapt attention from the silence. Her relaxed confidence only ebbed away when the blinds were drawn back and the question and answer session began.

Todd teased her unmercifully about how she thought the bank could achieve maximum penetration and the best way to 'get into bed' with clients. She knew she was blushing as the sexual innuendoes brought a reaction from her nipples.

It got worse when the conversation moved to the personal side of her resumé.

"I see you like reading," Todd began and she just knew where he was going. "What authors do you like?"

Play safe!

"Oh, I like the classics; Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, things like that."

"So you like women authors, then, because they see things from a female perspective; understand their deepest desires?"

Shit! She'd let him do it to her. There were worms crawling in the pit of her stomach as visions of yesterday flashed through her mind.

She was desperately grateful when Ray called a halt.

"Look, Fiona, if we give you this position you'll be working closely with Todd, so I thought you two could have dinner together tonight; to get to know each other better."

What else was there to know, thought Fiona sarcastically? She already knew he wore thongs, had a large powerful cock and fucked like a stallion.

"What hotel are you staying at?" asked Todd innocently.

Resisting telling him that he already knew perfectly well, she meekly replied, "The Meridien."

"What a coincidence," now Ray was joining the game. "So are we, aren't we, Todd."

Fiona was completely shocked. The bastard had stayed in the same hotel last night and not called her. Then he'd put her through all this today. Yes, she'd look forward to dinner. She had a few choice comments to make to Mr Todd Jensen.

They had arranged to meet in the hotel restaurant and Fiona decided she would make him wait. She hated him. She felt he had used her just like Ray had wanted to do last night. It was time for revenge.

She considered wearing her sexy cocktail dress. Like forbidden fruit, she could tease him unmercifully all night then leave him horny and unsatisfied when she flounced out. No, she decided, that was the wrong tactic. Anyway, playing the simpering cockteaser wasn't in her character. This needed to be a meeting of equals. She was too cross with him and, anyway, she might be working for him soon.

At seven o'clock she was sitting on her bed wearing her modest business suit and demure underwear. She sipped a cold white wine, trying to decide how long to make him wait for her. Fifteen minutes later, she thought she'd probably gone far enough. It was a bit surprising he hadn't called her to check on her though, she thought.

On the point of opening her door to leave, she was startled by someone knocking on the other side. He's come to find me, she smirked, first round to me. She threw the door open, ready to make a biting remark.

"Room service, madam," said the white coated waiter holding a large tray.

"There's been some mistake. I didn't order room service," replied a puzzled Fiona.

The man checked a piece of paper before saying, "Room 1625, Ms Williams?"

"Yes, but –"

Before she could finish, Todd appeared behind the waiter carrying a bucket of ice and two bottles of champagne.

"No, it's OK, I ordered it. I thought we'd done enough of only meeting in public places. Anyway, if we eat in your room, people won't stare when you shout at me."

Fiona stared blankly while the waiter put the tray on the table and Todd signed the receipt.

As he closed the door, Fiona said sharply, "How do you know I'm cross with you?"

"Just look at how you're dressed for a start," exclaimed Todd, laughing. "I'm surprised you didn't think to borrow body armour from the NYPD.

"And you didn't show up downstairs at seven."

Fiona was a bit put out by all this. It wasn't going the way she had planned things.

"But do you know why I'm so cross with you? And, by the way, don't think for a moment, just because you're in my room, that means I'm going to get undressed and let you fuck me; because I'm not."

"Of course I know why you're angry. I know a lot about you. I even know I can't fuck you because I haven't got five hundred bucks and a rubber, Cindy. Mind you, I think your rates are a bit high for someone who doesn't do face or anal."

The woman had to sit on the bed. It was as though he'd punched her very hard in the solar plexus.

"How do you... how could you possibly know –"

"All in good time, Fiona. First, if I prove you're wrong to be cross with me, will you at least take that jacket off. I feel decidedly underdressed here."

"We'll see, try me," Fiona said hesitantly, looking at his pale blue, silk shirt, beige chinos and bare feet.

"Surely the accused deserves a fair hearing, Fiona, especially when he's completely innocent of the charges."

She didn't resist when he put a glass of chilled champagne in her hand and sat beside her on the bed.

"I know I stayed in the same hotel, virtually above you in fact, but I couldn't see you last night. It wouldn't have been fair on either of us.

"On the plane you were a beautiful sexy woman whom I enjoyed making love to and hoped to get to know better. I only realised who you were when Ray handed me the papers and your resumé last night. I almost had a heart attack."

Fiona looked puzzled. "But I don't see –"

"Look, if I'd screwed you senseless last night, as I wanted desperately to do, and led you on, what about today? What would you have done when you saw me in the office? If you weren't right for the job, how could I have told you; how would you have felt about me?"

Fiona looked at him and said nothing. Slowly, she put her glass down and with a wry smile, slipped her jacket off her shoulders. She didn't complain when he put his hand on her stockinged knee.

"But, Todd, today; you were horrible to me, you tried to embarrass me in front of Ray and Sam."

He looked sheepish.

"I admit I was a tad naughty but it was difficult to resist. There was a genuine reason though. With this new job you're going to get into difficult negotiations and I needed to see how you handled yourself in a tight spot.

"You were great though. Only I knew how wet the crotch of your thong was getting."

"How did you know I was wearing a thong?" gasped Fiona.

When she saw him raise his eyebrows and grin, she blushed deeply. She remembered bending over and waving her behind at him. God, there was no middle way with this man. She could love him or hate him. It was just indifference she couldn't manage. Taking his hand in hers, she looked softly into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Well, OK, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I've discharged the jury and given you an acquittal. The only problem is; the prisoner is not free to go."

Conversation ceased when he took her by the shoulders and began kissing her. A slow, deep sensuous mating of mouths and tongues began as they fell back together on the bed. When her fingers started undoing the buttons on his shirt, he broke away.

"Oh no, young lady, you're not getting away that easy. You've got to take the rap for all those trumped up charges you brought against me."

"What am I facing? Can I plea bargain?" breathed Fiona huskily.

"The maximum's life but, if you co-operate fully, you might get away with a sound spanking on your bare butt," he said, giving her ass a playful tap with his hand.

A hot flush ran through Fiona. How did he know her so well, even her dark, unspoken fantasies?

"First things first, though," he said, pulling her into a sitting position. "You have to undergo an intimate strip search in case you're concealing anything."

She giggled with excitement. "Didn't you examine my body cavities yesterday?"

"Oh, I intend to be much more thorough tonight," he said, gently sliding her sleeveless silk camisole top over her head and down her arms.

Fiona sighed in blissful contentment. She couldn't remember ever being so seductively undressed as this before. It was exquisite and she was almost glad she had put on so many clothes, to prolong the pleasurable experience.

She closed her eyes to heighten the sensations. She listened to the sound of clips snapping open and zips being undone. Her skin tingled with the feel of soft fabric sliding down her body and his fingers tracing lightly over her skin. Without really touching her, he had already taken her near a climax.

Finally, she eased her bottom up to allow him to slide her silk panties down and off her legs. Lying back, she waited for a touch that never came. When she opened her eyes, she saw Todd staring at her pussy and smiling.

Oh God, she had completely forgotten. Last night, in the quasi-religious ceremony of washing the traces of him away forever, she had gone crazy. The tiny patch of pubic hair on her mound was now shaped into the letter T. Her face burned, she was mortified.

After leaning forward and kissing the little tuft tenderly, Todd looked up and said, "I'm honoured. I didn't shave mine into an F though. I knew I was going to see you again."

Damn him; was there no recess of her mind that he couldn't read.

Todd stood up and, knowing what he was about to do, Fiona scooted up on to her knees at the edge of the bed.

"Let me," she said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, running her hands over his smooth chest.

After loosening his belt, Fiona had to bend forward to undo the zip of his pants. It was as if she were paying homage to his crotch. Against all her normal feminist feelings, she was excited by this state of submission. She imagined herself a harem slave, a concubine, kneeling to service her mighty sultan.

The pants dropped to the floor and Fiona gasped to see his rock hard cock stare out at her. Never mind thongs, tonight he hadn't bothered with underwear at all. How had he been so sure of himself? Because he was her lord, her sultan, that was why. She almost wanted to ask his permission to worship his cock.

His cock was wonderful, she thought. Long, thick and powerful, it matched his personality perfectly, steely hard with a feeling of excitement and danger.

As Todd stood erect and proud, Fiona drew his sac forward with her fingers until she could take one of his balls between her lips. Her mouth squeezed and suckled the soft egg while her hand gripped his rigid penis.

She could hear his ragged breathing as she suckled first one ball, then the other, then both in her mouth, licking the tender skin of his sac.

Her attention moved to his cock; first licking the clear, salty liquid that was weeping from the eye. When she took the purple head in her mouth and began flicking her tongue on the sensitive skin underneath she was rewarded by hearing him groan. She shivered at the exciting sensation of having power over this strong man.

His fingers gripped her blonde curls, urging her to take more of him in her mouth. She coated his hard shaft with her saliva as he pumped slowly in and out. Then he pushed further, his cock forcing into her throat. For once she didn't gag, her head tilted at the perfect angle to receive him as he began to fuck her mouth.

Fiona had sucked quite a few cocks in her time; she considered herself pretty good at giving head. However, this was the first time she'd been able to take a man so deep within her. Before it had always been a question of giving pleasure, but now she was receiving it too.

As she felt Todd's hard cock slide past the tight opening at the back of her throat, there was an insistent tingling at the apex of her thighs as his balls slapped against her face. The large, hard shaft began moving backward and forward, deep inside her mouth. Almost in a trance, she wondered if she could climax just from being mouthfucked.

His balls were cupped in her palm and, when she felt them begin to draw up, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass to stop him pulling out of her. She heard his loud groans of pleasure as the first shot of hot cum hit her throat. Rocking back a little, she let her mouth be filled as he jetted his seed into her; wanting, needing to taste the salty, viscous liquid on her tongue before swallowing.

Releasing his softening cock, she smeared the dribbles of cum over her cheeks and looked up with a shining, smiling face and opened her doe brown eyes wide.

"Well, I think you've proved pretty conclusively that I'm not hiding anything in my windpipe."

Todd laughed and sank to his knees to kiss her passionately and taste his cum in her mouth.

"I just hope I've got the staying power to get to the bottom of things," he gasped.

"Steady on, tiger, and get your priorities right. The bottom of things is not your next port of call. A spot of pussy pounding comes first, once your probe's batteries have been recharged."

Laughing, he smacked her upturned buttock and pushed her over on the bed and fell beside her. His fingers began tracing lightly down the outline of her spine and she shivered.

"Hey, stop that. It tickles."

"It's supposed to be an erogenous zone. Are you going frigid on me, or something, all of a sudden?"

"It's quite the opposite, I think, my good man. Since a well known stranger first touched me yesterday, I think I've become hypersensitive.

"Just hold me for a bit and do cuddly things to me."

"Gosh, from sexual predator to kitten in twenty four hours," he said, putting his arms around her and cradling her soft body.

She turned over and spooned against him. Her back was pressed against his firm chest and she could feel his already recovering cock nestling in the crease of her ass. Todd's hands were gently stroking her stomach and the lower swells of her breasts and she could feel her body begin to respond. For the first time for years, she wanted to be the little girl in the arms of her powerful lover.

"So, anyway, Todd, how d'you know anything about Cindy then?" she tried to sound nonchalant but she was desperate to know.

The deep chuckle in her ear seemed to vibrate right through her, making her pussy clench.

"Oh, that's easy. Ray, or do I mean Chuck, told me all about it on the way to the office this morning. I don't think he's ever been so humiliated in his life.

"From his description I knew Cindy had to be you but I couldn't tell him. I'm just sorry I wasn't there when the two of you came face to face. It must have been something else."

Fiona grinned, replaying the scene in her mind.

"Why on earth would he do that, Todd? Have you got the knack of getting everyone to tell you their darkest sexual adventures?"

This time the chuckle was followed by a gentle nibbling of her ear lobe and Fiona felt her nipples tingle as they stiffened and pulsed.

"No," he laughed, "It's just that Ray and I go back a long way. We don't have any secrets. His son and I were college roommates and I married his daughter."

Fiona twisted round abruptly to face him, horrified. She felt as if she'd been slapped very hard in the face. She had known really, hadn't she, that a sexy man like him couldn't be single.

"You're, you're married?" The bitter disappointment was all too clear in her voice.

Todd's face clouded over. It was the first time Fiona had seen his blue eyes lose their sparkle.

"I was. She was a wonderful lady but she died a couple of years ago; car accident. Ray's been fantastic helping me through it. I think he sees me as a kind of stepson and that's why he asked me to join the bank; to keep a closer eye on me."

There were no words, Fiona knew. She simply cradled his face in her hands and kissed him, hoping he would understand what she was thinking.

"I think it's time I made a confession. Yesterday, when you were telling me about your seven months chastity, I should have come clean.

"You're the first woman I've made love to since my wife died."

Fiona almost cried. How could she have been so selfishly stupid, so insensitive? She felt a complete jerk. In all her self-pity, she hadn't even thought of him; what he might be thinking or going through.

She held him tight, raining kisses on whatever part of his body she could reach.

When she broke away he started chuckling again.

"I'm so very glad that Ray mistook you for a prostitute last night though."

"Why?" Fiona was intrigued.

"Well, he'd never seen you before and calling yourself Cindy wouldn't make him think of Fiona Williams, prospective employee."

"So what?"

"Hearing how you were dressed, I know exactly what you were after; a distinct lack of underwear, I hear, and I'd even bet you had your dirty book in your purse."

Fiona went scarlet. Was there nothing she could hide from him?

"If he'd played his cards right, Ray could have fucked you for free last night, if only he'd known. I'm just glad he didn't."

The surgical analysis of her sexual depravity made Fiona feel defensive.

"Don't tell me my strong handsome stranger is a teeny bit jealous. Ow!"

She yelped as she felt Todd smack her bottom quite hard and his recovered cock jabbed into her belly. The heat in her ass was more than his hand had created.

"Anyway, I think the probe's fully charged again," she said as she took his rigid penis in her hand and started stroking it.

"Just hold on a moment, I've got to start with the preliminary examination."

Fiona let strong hands pull her shoulders until she was lying on her back. Unlike the animal passion of yesterday, tonight she wanted to have her whole body made love to with slow tenderness. To demonstrate her surrender, she parted her legs slightly and gasped when she felt the cool air on her hot, damp lips between her thighs.

Understanding as ever, Todd didn't disappoint. He closed her eyes and began gently kissing her eyelids while he stroked the back of her ear down to the hollow of her shoulder.

Fiona sighed as the tantalising kisses moved all over her face. When he gently slid his tongue between her teeth and lower lip, the tingling spread down her entire body. The subtle jasmine scent of his cologne mingled with his manly smell was making her light headed. Dreamily she hoped the taste of her skin was having the same effect on him.

As he began moving down her body, she kept her eyes closed to increase the exciting stimulation from his wicked tongue. A hot palm rolled one swollen nipple while he suckled on the other, nipping the sensitive tip between his teeth and Fiona moaned with pleasure.

The hand stayed on her aching breast while his tongue weaved patterns from her flank up the side of her body. When he raised her arm and licked into the hollow of her armpit, Fiona trembled violently and opened her heavy eyelids.

She watched entranced as Todd slowly took her hand and sucked each of her fingers in turn, deep into his mouth. Fiona was noisily panting at the erotic sight she was witnessing and the feel of his warm wet mouth. Her body was taut like a violin string with the sexual tension he was building in her.

She knew she was a selfish lover, always controlling and demanding satisfaction, but this was different. It was still selfish but passive this time; this time someone knew better than her how to stimulate her body.

He moved down between her legs and she felt a loss, to be replaced by sighs of delight as she felt him take her toes, one by one, into his mouth. She squirmed when his tongue tickled the sensitive webbing between her toes, her legs turning to water.

The long, slow build up to a crescendo was exquisite but the need had been growing more urgent since the moment he'd started undressing her. She didn't care if she begged.

"Please, Todd, please," she gasped, "I can't take any more. My pussy, touch my pussy."

She vaguely heard a deep chuckle before she felt his face press into her quaking mound and strong hands cupping her buttocks, pulling her tighter into him. When his tongue slid through the damp crease of her thighs, brushing her outer pussy lips, she bucked her hips and moaned. She felt the juices that were trickling from her pussy down the thin membrane into the crease of her ass and she knew he could smell the strong scent of her arousal.




Fiona's Flight Of Fantasy



As if feeling her desperate need, Todd's tongue swirled upwards through the tender swollen flesh of her inner lips and she moaned loudly as he found the hard tip of her clitoris.

"Yes, oh yes, oh fuck," she groaned as his tongue flicked firmly across her straining nub.

Fiona lost control as she threshed her head from side to side when the waves of her orgasm broke over her. Her legs came together, crushing Todd's head tight against her quivering pussy.

He finally broke away and moved up to rest on his hands above her. Fiona stroked his firm smooth chest and small hard nipples before she felt his weight descend on her body. He kissed her and her tongue hungrily sought the taste of her sex juices inside his mouth.

The force of her recent climax was fading away like the ripples on a pond but her need remained strong. Her sensitive flesh still trembled and Todd's hard erection was pressing into her stomach.

"Fuck me, fuck my cunt, make me come," she panted in abandon.

In response, she felt Todd's hand slide between their perspiring bodies and fingers curl deep inside her juice-slicked cunt. As if radar guided, he found the spot inside her that could drive her crazy, her whole body centred on the engorged pulsing flesh of her cunt and her aching womb.

When his thumb pressed against her exposed clitoris, fireworks exploded in her head, bright meteor trails darting behind her closed eyelids. She was barely aware of the fingers withdrawing to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Waves of pleasure rippled through her as her wet, swollen cunt spread easily to allow his thick cock to plunge inside until their pubic bones pressed together.

"Hard, fuck me hard, fuck me," she yelled as he bucked his hips, forcing his cock deep in her cunt.

A series of ever increasing waves of pleasure crashed through her, rolling over and over, as she groaned and moaned in abandon. Finally, as she heard his triumphant cry of ecstasy, she felt his cock pulse within the tight walls of her cunt and powerful jets of boiling cum batter against the neck of her womb.

They lay together panting, exhausted, their sweat coated bodies sliding against each other for ages. When Todd raised his head and smiled at her, it was all Fiona could do to mutter a few words.

"That probe's pretty damn powerful and you sure know how to use it."

"Years of dedicated training, ma'am," laughed Todd as he rolled off her on to his back.

Fiona giggled as she watched him wave his soft, shrunken penis in his fingers.

"That seems to have sapped its energy completely," he said. "I think we might have to charge it overnight before we can finish the body search."

"Oh," said Fiona in mock disappointment, "just as I was being to enjoy it you tell me you've been using second rate equipment."

He grabbed her and rolled her on top of him as he gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Fiona felt his finger press insistently at the puckered rose of her anus. She pushed him away and slipped out of the bed.

"I'm not accepting any substitutes for the real thing," she said wagging a finger at him and heading for the bathroom.

"Give me two minutes. I want to clean up."

She stood under the powerful hot jets of the shower letting the spray invigorate her and rinse the sweat and their mingled sex juices off her body. She towelled herself dry, trying to convince herself that she was turning back into being her real self; that the wild, sex crazed creature she had been with Todd was just a fantasy of her imagination.

As she padded back across the bedroom and climbed into bed beside him, the pleasant soreness chafing between her legs insisted that the other, wanton Fiona was no fantasy.

They snuggled together, tired limbs loosely entwined, kissing gently and Fiona fell asleep, feeling Todd's warm, steady breathing on the nape of her neck. 

When she opened her eyes the next morning, Fiona saw Todd propped up on his elbow staring at her. The covers had slipped down and her naked breasts were on proud display. She could feel her nipples hardening under his intense gaze.

Her hand slid under the sheet and she gasped softly as she found his cock was fully erect.

"Is that for me or have you been lying there thinking about Virginia?" she purred mischievously.

"Aren't the two of you almost the same thing," he said smiling.

"I've been lying here for ages wanting to fuck you but I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You looked so lovely lying there."

In contrast with the night before, they made love slowly and sensually. The slow, insistent rhythm of his cock moving in her cunt kept Fiona on a sexual high for ages. Finally, as the thrusts became more urgent she was taken over the edge and her whole body was racked in orgasm as his hot cum flooded inside her.

They lay dreamily together until Todd broke the spell by climbing out of bed.

"Come on lazybones," he said, "time to get the show on the road."

He picked up the telephone saying to her, "Somehow, we seem to have missed out on dinner last night. I don't know about you but I could certainly use some breakfast."

After ordering, he gently led her to the bathroom. With all her control freak mentality, Fiona had rarely showered with a man, compromised her independence. She had forgotten the exquisite pleasure of having her skin soaped and rubbed by someone else's body. It was ecstasy to feel slippery hands sliding through the hollow of her waist to knead the swells of her buttocks; to have her breasts massaged as she felt a cock press into the crease of her ass.

It was so frustrating when room service knocked on the door and they had to get out and throw on the hotel bathrobes.

She seldom made time for breakfast and it felt strangely domestic to be sitting with Todd in white terrycloth robes, sipping coffee and eating Danish pastries. How strange fate could be, she mused. It had all been fate she suddenly realised.

"Tell me, Todd," she said in a puzzled voice. "I'm not complaining, quite the reverse, but all these coincidences... aren't they stretching probability a teeny bit?"

"No, not really, there's an evil force behind it all."

She giggled, "Don't be silly."

"No, honestly, Ms Ice Maiden, Ray's secretary, is the wicked witch pulling all our strings."

"What d'you mean? I don't understand."

"Oh, it's easy. It's a result of her super efficiency and secrecy. Ray told her to book plane tickets for you and me and it was quicker and simpler for her to put us on the same flight. She even made the seat reservations. She just didn't think it was necessary to tell us anything about it."

"OK, but what about the hotel?"

"Truly, I didn't know I was staying here 'til I got to the office. Apparently we've got a corporate rate agreement with the hotel, so she makes all the reservations here."

With this, he stood up and shucked off his bathrobe. Fiona forgot about the hand of fate as her eyes were drawn to the muscular beauty of the naked man. The muscles of his firm buttocks clenched and relaxed as he walked across the room and it was all Fiona could do to stop herself rushing over and burying her face in his ass.

"Look, I've got to go in to the office," Todd said, slipping on the pants and shirt he had discarded the night before.

"Ray will want to know how our 'get to know you' evening went. Shall I tell him we're not compatible?"

He laughed and ducked as Fiona flung her screwed up linen napkin at him. 

"There's no need for you to come, in a manner of speaking. Take a day and pamper yourself. They've got a great pool and facilities and, remember, it's all on the company. Enjoy!"

Fiona joined him at the door and they hugged each other.

"I won't be late. I think my most difficult task is drafting an employment contract for Associate Vice President and Sex Slave. I assume you do want the dual position."

"Mmm," said Fiona pensively, "I think I'll wait 'til I've read the small print before giving you my answer."

"Well, at least let me get Reception to move my things down to your room so we can try a probationary period."

"OK, I can handle that, I think," she said before they kissed and he left.

Closing the door behind him, Fiona suddenly felt like a housewife sending her husband off to work. That had never been part of her career plan, and all this with a guy she'd known for less than two days. It was all a bit of a shock. She needed some time to think about what was happening to her.

Not only had Todd got under her skin, but it had all been so quick. Forty eight hours ago, she had boarded the plane with the single-minded ambition to show a bunch of arrogant, male, American executives that a woman could compete at the highest level. Now she was simpering in a bathrobe, already counting the minutes until her man got back from work.

This won't do, Fiona Williams, she told herself. Years of hard work and sacrifice couldn't be thrown over for a rampant cock and a pair of sparkling blue eyes. Perhaps they were both on the rebound from a lack of sex. The plane had been an aphrodisiac. Would they still like each other when the effect wore off? 

She put her worries aside for a while. It was so strange. She couldn't remember when she last had a day like this with nothing to do. Apart from short holidays it had been all work and business travel for years. Her spare time was taken up by sorting out her apartment and her personal affairs.

A hard workout in the fitness centre helped clear her head. Wasn't 'gravity' a silly name for a gym, she told herself in the elevator going back up to the sixteenth floor?

After lunch, she spent the afternoon in the rooftop pool and sundeck, gazing down on the greenery of Central Park through the plate glass windows and swimming lengths in the pool. Sipping yet another iced tea, she thought she knew now what she had to do.

She had to test the limits; both his and hers. From Virginia's desires through Cindy to her anger last night, he seemed to both understand her and sympathise. It might just be luck though, after all, chance seemed to be playing a starring role so far. There was no choice; she had to cross the Rubicon. Perhaps he would be repulsed or she would be disappointed; either way they would both know. 

By the time she got back to her room, she realised it had become 'their' room. Todd's clothes were hanging in the closet next to hers and there were 'his' and 'hers' underwear drawers. Even his suitcases were neatly stacked on top of hers.

She had never lived with a man before; she had prized her independence too much for that. But now it seemed she was going to start in a smart hotel suite. She had to be certain it was right, she told herself, as she stripped off her clothes and went to the bathroom.

The mere thought of what she was planning to do made her tremble. Fear, excitement and arousal were blended in a heady cocktail that had her skin tingling. 

Showered, scented and her whole body lightly oiled, Fiona sat naked on the bed in the gloom of a New York nightfall.

After an eternity, the phone rang and Todd told her he was in the lobby. She turned on a table lamp and went to stand by the door. As she waited, she thought she felt her straining nipples and swollen pussy pulse in rhythm with her pounding heart.

With the thick carpeting, there were no warning footsteps. The cardkey buzzed and suddenly he was there. Fiona could see the surprise on his face as he took in her shiny nakedness. Before he could say a word, she pushed the door shut behind him and put a finger to his lips, warning him to be silent.

She started frantically to undress him and, with his help, he was quickly stripped and standing naked in front of her. Like lovers reunited after many months apart, they grabbed at each other's body; desperate to renew physical contact. 

Still silent, he tried to guide her to the bed but she resisted.

"No, Todd, it has to be my way, 

"I know I can work for you, work with you. I'm good and I respect you. But I'll only do it if we're also lovers, living together. I need to know that you're right for me and I'm what you truly want."

Fiona smiled inwardly as she saw his puzzlement. Then his eyes opened wide, he smiled and she knew he had understood as he mouthed the single word, "Virginia."

"Yes, my dark desires; you have to be able to help me fulfil them all."

His hand stroked the cheeks of her ass and she thought, "Damn him; have I got no secrets from him?"

"You want me to smack you. You want me to spank your bottom; not because you're submissive but because it's been a fantasy of yours for such a long time and no-one's seen through your hard shell. You want to feel what it's like to give up control for a moment."

At that moment, she knew. Even if he refused to do what she wanted, it wouldn't make a difference now. Todd was the first man who had ever been able to look into her soul. She had to be with him.

He had moved the desk chair into the middle of the room and had sat down by the time she noticed.

Todd smiled at her. "Come here, Fiona."

She felt vulnerable and a little afraid. It could all be stopped in an instant if she said so, she was driving this, but she kept silent and padded across to stand beside him. His face was inscrutable, his blue eyes still dazzling in the dim light of the room.

"Turn round, Fiona, and tell me what you want me to do."

His voice was calm, emotionless but this only increased the tension for Fiona. Slowly she turned her back on him, presenting the round globes of her ass to him. Her breathing became ragged as she felt her backside more naked than it had ever been. As she thought of what was going to happen, something she'd never experienced before and would probably never want again, her ass was clenching rapidly.

"Say it, Fiona, tell me what you want."

To put it into words, to say it out loud was agony. Why couldn't he take control, leave her somewhere to hide. He wanted her total humiliation.

Finally, her skin crawling, she forced herself.

"Fulfil my fantasy, Todd; I want you to spank me... my bottom, please."

When he told her to turn round again, his fully erect cock was jutting out from his groin and he looked down as he saw her staring between his legs.

"This has never been a fantasy of mine, Fiona, but, yes, it excites me a lot to know it's one of yours.

"Now lie across my knees."

The sense of utter humiliation struck her while she sank to her knees beside him. As she leant across him, her firm breasts swinging lewdly beneath her, the feeling of absolute shame made her face burn. Why on earth did she, a confident, successful businesswoman, have such a fantasy? Surely she didn't want this; she could stop it, she should stop it. The molten heat in her pussy and the moisture on her thighs told her that her body disagreed.

The man did nothing to help her. He was going to make her debase herself completely of her own free will, she realised, as she wriggled her bottom in an undignified fashion to get comfortable, his rigid cock jabbing in her side. Finally she was spread across his knees, only her hands and the balls of her feet touching the floor. 

The fantasy of the cabin attendant came back to her and she could picture what a sight her upturned ass was making. She knew her naked white bottom was totally, crudely exposed to Todd. He could feast his eyes at will on the fleshy mounds, the crease of her ass and the dark, puckered ring of her anus. Her slick, swollen pussy lips would be framed between the tops of her thighs.

Like a revelation, she suddenly began to understand her desire. All her life was about being strong, taking decisions, being self-willed. Hell, even in bed with lovers, before Todd, she had always wanted to be in control. What she had craved was the feeling of letting go; total abandonment. It had been the uniform skirt, the symbol of authority, which had driven her flight attendant fantasy.

When Todd's hand caressed one of her buttocks, she jumped as if electrocuted. She spread her legs apart and felt her hard clitoris spring free of its hood as her pussy lips opened wide allowing him to see deep inside her.

There was no way her bottom could be more lewdly, more obscenely displayed, she thought. Her private parts offered up in the most sluttish way imaginable. It was incredibly degrading, incredibly humiliating but, her wildly shaking body told her, incredibly erotic, incredibly exciting. Her fantasy made real.

Todd slipped his fingers between her slick pussy lips, making her squirm and moan. Fiona felt the fingers pushing her lips wide apart; opening her cunt still wider for him to see further inside her body. If he just touched her aching clitoris now she would come, she knew. But he didn't.

His fingers plunged deep into the soaking depths of her cunt, twisting and turning inside her as her breathing became ragged. The scent of her depraved arousal was heavy in the air. She heard a sloshing sound as he withdrew and then felt a fingernail scratch at the mouth of her anus. She felt a firm pressure and then the muscle yielding as his finger, lubricated by her own juices, slipped in. Steadily, knuckle by knuckle, he slid deep inside her anal opening and began moving to and fro.

Fiona's mind was in a frenzy. He was finger fucking her upturned bottom as she dangled across his legs and she was so ashamed, and so aroused. There was an inferno raging between her thighs. Tears of frustration misted her eyes. She desperately needed to rub her clitoris, get release, but she couldn't. 

Before she could climax, he pulled out of her ass and, resting his hand again on the stretched globes of her ass, Todd finally spoke.

"Have you had enough, darling? Have you humiliated yourself enough? Do you want to stop and let me fuck you?"

No, the fire in her belly and her throbbing nipples told her there was no way she could stop now. He hadn't made her do this; she had wanted it, asked him to give her the gift of shame. There was no way back.

"Do it, Todd, just do it. I want it, I need it so badly." Fiona could barely force the words out.

She felt the hand lift off her ass and she waited. As the seconds passed and nothing happened, her pussy began to spasm. Her whole body was tensed in anticipation and dread.

All of a sudden she heard a crack as his hand came down on her backside. She felt the flesh of her ass being compressed and her swollen breasts bounced almost painfully as her whole body shook. Her cry was one of surprise and release, not pain as the warmth in her bottom suffused through her belly.

The smacks came raining down as Todd worked both buttocks and even the creases of her thighs. They were hard but not excruciating, enough though to keep her swollen breasts and aching nipples swinging ceaselessly. Fiona just gave herself over to the incredible sensation of heat radiating from her punished ass as her body quivered under the blows from his hand.

Every few strokes he would stop and run his hand through her sensitive pussy. On the edge of exploding, Fiona could feel her juices dripping down her legs.

After two or three harder, final blows he stopped and, when he rubbed the hard nub of her clitoris, Fiona just wailed as a series of powerful, seemingly endless orgasms ripped violently through her.

Knowing she was too exhausted to move, Todd lifted the sweating girl and placed her on her hands and knees on the bed. He knelt behind and, without waiting, drove his rigid cock deep in her cunt.

"No, Todd, no," she yelled, "I want you in my ass. Fuck my ass."

The speed at which she had switched from submission to taking control made Todd smile to himself. There was no way Sex Slave was the right job description for this erotic wildcat. 

Fiona sighed deeply as she felt her own pussy juices being massaged into her bottom crease. Then she felt the bulbous head of his lubricated cock press insistently at her narrow opening. For whatever reason, the series of orgasms or the excitement of the spanking, it didn't matter, her muscle yielded more easily than ever before to the invasion of her anus.




Fiona's Flight Of Fantasy



There was a glorious feeling of fullness as Todd's large cock slid slowly into her anal opening until she felt his pubic bone press against the hot and tender flesh of her bottom and his heavy balls slap against her pussy. She collapsed on to her shoulders and sank her head into the pillow 

"Fuck me, Todd, fuck my ass. Cum in my ass," she moaned.

As Todd slowly thrust in and out of her tight opening, Fiona began stroking her clitoris. She was in ecstasy. When she slid her fingers deep in her flooded cunt, she could feel his cock through the thin dividing membrane. With the fire in her loins out of control, she shouted meaningless obscenities, lost in her pleasure. 

Todd pumped harder as he grunted, "Now, Now, I'm cumming!" and Fiona felt the pulses of his hot seed shoot into her bowels as another climax rippled through her over stimulated body.

Her body spent and her senses overloaded, Fiona just collapsed on the bed.

It was a while before she found the strength to speak.

"God, Todd, you certainly took me literally. That was one hell of an experience."

The man chuckled, "I had to live up to expectations. You see, I was determined to pass the audition.

"Was it what you wanted?"

"Oh, much more than that. I feel completely used and abused and you've made me realise things about myself I never knew. You're a sweet, sweet man."

"Well, can this sweet, sweet man take you for a very expensive dinner? I'm famished after that workout."

In the bathroom, while Todd turned the shower on, Fiona gazed proudly at the rosy cheeks of her behind and her still slightly distended anus. It was something she'd never thought she would want to submit to but, she had to admit, it had been the most intense sexual experience of her life.

"Thank you, Virginia," she told the mirror, "Without your help I wouldn't have satisfied one of my dark desires."

Later, they were seated in the dark wainscoted splendour of The Plaza's Oak Room studying the menu and sipping champagne. In a thin dress and with no panties, Fiona could feel her still sensitive bottom being chafed by the upholstery of her chair.

She turned to Todd, an impish grin on her face,

"Now you've fully searched all my body cavities, and I did co-operate fully didn't I? My sore ass tells me you've accepted my plea bargain."

"You're completely wrong there," Todd said sternly, making Fiona stare in surprise.

"The spanking wasn't a punishment, you wanted it, you even demanded it. No, you wicked woman, for deliberately flouting the wishes of the court you'll have to receive the maximum sentence possible; life without parole.

"Not only will you have to work with me all day, you'll have to stay with me all night.

"Fiona, will you marry me?"

Fiona looked shocked for a moment, then grinned stupidly and leant across to kiss him, wincing slightly as her backside rubbed on the chair.

After tonight there were no doubts remaining.

"Yes, willingly, provided you promise to make passionate love to me every night, starting when we get back to the hotel tonight, and you only fulfil my dark desires when I ask you to."

"And you'll fulfil mine too, Fiona?"

"You'll have to teach me about male fantasies. I'm only a woman, remember; but I'll try my best."