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Flight Delay

By: classyman1938



Airplane flights always seemed to raise his libido. Maybe it was the freedom of going a way alone, escaping humanity. Maybe it was the sound of the engines, or the buffeting of the air against the wings and fuselage, or the fact that attractive young women walked up and down the aisle, bumping his shoulders with their hips.  He didn’t know, but he knew how aroused he became, thankful for the tray table which he could lower and hide the conspicuous bulging of his hardness. The flight to Denver was exactly that way. But now, on the flight back home, a delicious memory caused it to happen more intensely. His pleasurable engorgement brought with it a delicious soreness, telling of extended, loving use. He thought back to this morning, after having taking the red-eye from Los Angeles to Denver, to meet his loving friend…

His heart beat like a drum, his hand resting on her leg as he drove. He could feel the warmth and anticipation in her hand as it touched his, resting on her knee. The feeling of both exhilaration and adventure permeated his body, and he felt a bit boyish driving with a full erection. She began sliding her hand up and down his thigh. When it bumped into the end of his fullness she hesitated, moved her hand downward, then back up again, brushing the large bullet shape of his head. Curiously, she used her forefinger and thumb like calipers, testing what was there. He winced in pleasure, both the pleasure of her sensual touch, and the knowledge that she was feeling something very substantial. As he turned into the motel her fingers were gently caressing up and down his full length.

He’d fantasized just such a meeting from the first time they talked on line, when he realized that there was something very special about this woman, wanting to send pictures that he’d taken in secret, and let her know what an exhibitionist he was. But he withheld, then gave in to his urges.  He was a bit amazed that he made the trip, just for lunch. Such was the allure of this exciting young woman. The time at the restaurant sped by; hours seemed like minutes. But they seemed to know each other so well so quickly. Of course, the time spent on line had opened a kind of communication that made such a meeting easy. 

She was seated next to him in the booth, flirting and laughing. He slapped at his leg in his laughter, and his hand touched her knee. He looked into her soft eyes and she blushed. At the same time he felt her leg loosen and move toward him. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, and moved deliberately up her inner thigh. The feel of smooth nylon on her firm legs was like catnip to him, and he eagerly walked his fingers to the warmth of her crotch. As he felt the humid warmth between her legs, he heard her breath quicken, and saw her nostrils flare. His middle finger felt for the verge of her two lips, and moved toward the delicious swelling sandwiched between them.

The time in the restaurant was deliciously provocative. He couldn’t believe that he could ejaculate, by just touching, and felt cheated that he’d so foolishly made the trip “just to say hi.” It was interruptus from the word go, and he hated the fact that his plane would be leaving so soon. 

She walked him from the car to his gate at the airport. They kissed hungrily. Reluctantly she turned to leave when he grabbed her hand. The way she ended up in his arms was like a sensuous dance step. Their lips eagerly kneaded, and their hips ground together in a primitive fertility rite. Oblivious of the curious stares from passers by, primal moans came from deep within them. He looked up at the schedule board and saw another plane due to leave in 6 hours.

He unlocked the door to the motel, smiling at how the female clerk had given him a knowing wink while handing him the key, and he thought …would be nice if she could join us. As the door closed they locked in a passionate embrace, lips moving, tongues exploring, hungry fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers. They were completely naked, yet somehow their kiss never broke. Like starving children, their lips smacked, their tongues exploring wildly, and saliva ran down their chins. 

This hunger had to be satisfied. She began stroking his engorged cock, while he moved his finger in and out of her vagina. The words came from deep within as she moaned, “I want you inside me Teddy. Fuck me, Fuck me!”  She fell on the bed, her legs spread and raised. He positioned the shiny head of his swollen cock against her opening and slid deeply inside her spongy vessel. There was no holding back their primitive needs as they began to undulate and pump, his hardness sliding in her lubrous vagina like a piston, their stomachs slapping together in sensual applause. Moaning and grunting, they moved together in wild abandon. He let out a scream…”Oh baby!” as he plunged deeply one more time, and spurted his warm semen inside her. Her legs wrapped around his body and she moaned, “Oh my god, this is good!”

Spent, they lay together, semi blacked out…now coming down to earth, both knowing that their pent up lust had been released, but implored satiation. Their heads rested close together, sharing one pillow. He stroked her hair, combing it with his fingers as she caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers. Their feet moved up and down each other’s legs.

Gazing intently, looking beyond their eyes, they both smiled, just before their lips pressed together softly, gently suckling, pulling sensually at the other’s soft lobes, extending, and parting with tiny clicks of vacuumed wetness. His fingers stroked her thigh ever so gently; neither he nor she could barely feel the touch. She was so aware of his sensual finger prints gliding over her skin, and it sent a chill down her spine, which raised goose bumps on her arms. 

She smoothed her fingertips over his shoulders and down his biceps. He felt a tiny tingle at the base of his scrotum and could feel his shaft filling with blood again. As he fondled her petite soft breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he felt them begin to throb, filling with her rushing blood.

Reaching over and pulling her on her side he scootched closer, feeling her warmth, as if her nipples were sending out rays of pent-up energy. She wiggled ever so slightly, and her nipples touched the eager flesh of his chest. He walked his fingers down her waist to her hip, them across her bottom and down to the crack, and then to the confluence of her two legs. Back and forth his fingers smoothed. “Sssssssss,” emanated from her lips, and he felt her nipples firming harder against his chest. 

She threw her leg over his as a tiny click indicated the parting of her sodden labia. His fingers pressed on the base of her spine and followed it down the crevice of her bottom, opening it slightly. Gathering saliva in his mouth, he dripped it on his fingers and then sent them back to continue their purposeful search. 

Wet, his fingers now slid between her cheeks, continuing the journey through her crevice, until they felt the wrinkled surface of her anus. Then in leisurely circles, he coated the puckered orifice with his slick saliva, then circled and pressed, until she undulated forward and back. She reached down, and felt his slick, growing penis. His legs pressed together as he flinched at her sensual touch.

His fingers continued their journey, through her glossy lips, made slipperier by the silky semen left from the bountiful ejaculations of their first coupling. When they reached their destination, he found it swollen, feeling huge to his sensitive fingertips, which skimmed so gently and easily over the slippery surface of her clitoris. The tip of his little finger tickled it ever so gently, and she winced, letting out another “ssssss” and then “mmmmm.” His forefinger and thumb closed gently against her hood, moved it up and down on her clitoris, then pinched a little more firmly and masturbated her clitoris, up and down, like a miniature cock. 

As she undulated and moaned quietly, he pushed his fingers to one side of her clitoris and circled faster and faster. Her thighs squeezed together, holding his fingers firmly between them as he continued pressing and circling. “Ooooo, oooooo,  oooooo, ooooo, OOH, OHHHHH!” Her body relaxed and air escaped in a long soft stream which flowed through her nose. “Mmmmmmmmm…thank you” she said.

Amazed at how quickly he became fully erect again, he sighed as her hands were stroking him. He straddled her, then turned, reversing position, and looked down at her thatched mound, then back up the skin between their bodies, her breasts like omelets with hard points. As he spread her legs she looked lustfully at the veined shaft and shiny purplish head that oozed a crystal drop from its slit. He winced as he felt the tip of her tongue probe his slit, and lowered himself to her folded pink lips, as she licked the clear balm around his head. 

As his tongue touched her clitoris, her lips rimmed his head. He felt her sucking him deeply into her mouth, just as he began gliding his tongue through her semen coated groove. Her lips, tongue, and soft pallet all excited his male promontory, causing his breathing to become labored. His tongue finally reached her puckered anus, and he heard “mmmm mmmm” muffled by a mouthful of cock, as he probed her tangy ring. 

He raised and lowered her legs, his tongue traveling from anus to clitoris and back. She sucked and moved her mouth quickly in matching movements. Slurping sounds came from his lips. Muffled grunts and moans came from hers, so full of his manhood.

Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a sharp “pop”, he bounced off of her, and pulled her legs, straitening her body across the bed. Then he turned her over and pulled up on her hips to bring her to her knees, her face lying on her arms on the bed.

Now on his knees he parted her cheeks and probed her anus with his tongue, then placed his lips like a trumpet player against her labia. His compressed lips blew hard, filling the pouch of her vagina, and ballooned her until she could expand no more. He sucked out, and her spongy insides closed upon themselves, expelling into his mouth, the load left by his first penetration. 

He placed his lips against her anus injecting the warm liquid inside her. Then, holding his erect penis in his hand, he placed it against the sphincter of her vagina, formed a socket, and then slid deep inside. Holding her hips he pumped slowly, 10 strokes, pulled back and paused. Then, thrusting deep inside, he stopped when his abdomen slapped against her bottom. 

Now, with a steady slap, slap, slap, he moved in earnest, as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. Both he and she were wet with perspiration. Almost to the point of exhaustion they fucked one another, both rising to a point of no return. Holding, holding, he waited for signs of her release, until he felt a rumbling from deep inside, and then an outcry “oooooooooooooooooooooooooo.” His balls exploded, sending a warm white stream flowing through the length of his shaft, filling her with his squirting essence. As he collapsed on top of her, he whispered in a moaning breath, “I love you sweet lady.”

He awakened from his momentary siesta. Her body was pressed warmly against his, her breasts flattened against his back. She breathed the shallowness of light sleep. He looked at the clock. Wonderful he thought we still have two more hours…

Flight Delay



James strode angrily through the airport terminal. A beautifully wrapped gift box of champagne was in the crook of his arm. He held it close to his side, as if it was a football and he was a quarterback determined to reach the end zone for a touchdown. He turned into a passageway marked with the international signs for washrooms and restaurants. The gaze from his normally friendly blue eyes was dark and piercing as he scanned the sides of the passageway ahead of him. He ran one hand distractedly through his full head of wavy, black hair as he passed various lighted advertisements and doors. He wanted to find a bar with corkage privileges soon - like five minutes ago.

His journey home had been full of inconvenience and adversity up to this point. The airport limousine service had been over an hour late, due to heavy rain and snarled evening traffic. While checking in at the ticket counter, he was informed that he could not bring the champagne on board as carry-on luggage, due to heightened security restrictions. There was not enough time before his flight's scheduled departure to arrange shipment to his office. His argument with the ticket agent didn't result in a waiver. No way was he going to put it in the trash bin. The champagne was going with him, even if he had to drink it all prior to his flight. He mentally dared airport security to try to detain him due to intoxication – not an option.

The final straw had come when his flight's status suddenly changed from "On-Time" to "Delayed" on the overhead flight status terminal. As the announcements detailing the deteriorating weather conditions and affected flights were made over the public address system, he closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his forehead. After a few moments, he realized that this development presented a small benefit after all. Now there was some time to drink the champagne in a civilized manner, instead of chugging it down like cheap beer.

He stopped at the first bar he saw, and took a seat in a tall chair at the middle of the bar. After listening to his request and the reasons behind it, the bartender graciously opened the champagne and provided a champagne glass for a small charge. As James started to drink that first glass, he heard the distinct click of high heels approach his seat. Following the sound, he looked into the mirror on the back wall of the bar.

An attractive woman with wavy brown hair came into view and seated herself two chairs away from him. As the bartender moved to take her order, James looked over at her. His eyes slowly surveyed her black silk halter top, dark gray skirt, and red stiletto pumps. The shoes were remarkable enough, but her legs, shapely and at least a mile long in those high heels, really drew his admiration. As he stared at them, an image of them wrapped around his waist as he thrust himself into her to the hilt suddenly appeared in his mind. He quickly moved his gaze from her, poured himself another glass of champagne and began to read the back label on the bottle to dispel that vision. 

As she ordered a glass of chardonnay, his attention was drawn by the faint accent of her low, sexy voice. He used the mirror behind the bar to take furtive glances at her while the bartender poured her wine and served her. Her hair was a rich shade of chestnut brown and reached a little past her shoulders. It was parted on the side, with a lock tucked behind her left ear. A diamond stud earring twinkled in the light. 

She sipped some wine. Her lips left a faint red imprint on the rim of the glass. A deep sigh of resignation moved her breasts moved slightly. After placing some bills on the bar, she moved her purse from her lap to the bar and shifted her seat, placing her back against the back of the bar chair. The view improved delightfully when she swiveled slightly towards him and crossed her legs. James turned his head and did a double take. His eyes widened and slowly traveled her legs, and especially admired the long length of thigh revealed through the slit in her skirt. He had always been a leg man, and these were a nice pair. Her change in position caused the slit in her halter to widen all the way to her waist as well, and her cleavage and erect nipples were accentuated by the clingy fabric. This definitely surpassed anything at the boarding gate, and he gave a silent thanks to the cold air in the bar.

He tried to turn his attention back to the champagne label. Instead, he imagined how her breast would fill his hand, warm and firm as he cupped it, with skin as smooth as silk. Unaware of the motion, his thumb and middle fingers rubbed the stem of the champagne flute as if he were teasing that erect nipple between them. As a result of these pleasant erotic thoughts, he felt a familiar stirring in his loins and became semi-erect. His boxer briefs were now uncomfortably tight, and he shifted his position to surreptitiously rearrange himself. He hoped that if she had caught him looking at her, his face and body language would not reveal the train of thought running through his mind.

When he raised his head to steal another look in the mirror, their eyes met. She tilted her head to the side slightly with a bemused smile playing on her lips. James realized that she had been watching him for the past few moments. She probably knew what he'd been thinking about, he thought with some embarrassment. Her smile became friendlier as her gaze swept over his entire body, then to the champagne and glass near his hand on the bar. 

She said, "Your flight delayed too?" 

James replied, "Yes it is. Have you heard any updates?" 

"Not yet. It's still raining; I think we're in for quite a wait."

"Might as well make the best of it, I guess. I'm James."

"I'm Sydney - nice to meet you."

They raised their glasses silently to each other and sipped. They discussed the weather and their professions. The conversation progressed comfortably when they discovered mutual interests in ethnic cuisine, dogs and bad horror films. Laughter punctuated various portions of their chat. She asked about the open bottle of champagne and he related the situation, with a little wry humor. 

"Would you care for some? Since I can't finish it by myself, I'd rather share it with you while we wait out the rain and all."

"Thank you – what a nice offer. That's my favorite brand name. You must have been really annoyed when you found that you couldn't carry it on board and would have to dispose of it in some way. At least you will be able to enjoy it."

The bartender set a champagne glass in front of Sydney. James moved down to the seat next to her and filled both glasses. They raised them and drank a toast to flight delays and luggage regulation changes. 

Time passed, and they finished the bottle as they talked, both becoming a little tipsy. Their bodies were leaning a little towards each other, knees and arms touching intermittently. James' eyes kept traveling up and down her body where it was revealed in the deep neckline of her halter; he wondered if the skin would be as silky to the touch as it looked. He kept shifting in his seat in an attempt to hide his uncomfortable erection from her.

Their conversation ceased. As the silence became uncomfortable, she picked up her purse and said, "By chance, do you know where the restrooms are?" As she stood up, her skirt slid up a little more and James was rewarded with a tantalizing expanse of thigh. 

"I think, uh, uh, they're down that way," he stuttered as he pointed toward a doorway located at the far end of the bar. 

"Thanks. Be right back." 

He admired her swaying hips as she walked through a doorway several feet away from their table. Her absence was a good thing, as it would give him some time to make his erection go away. It was impossible to hold a sensible conversation with a woman as sexy as she was with a raging hard-on.

Some time passed and he realized that she hadn't returned. By this time, he needed to find the men's room. He walked toward the same doorway, hoping that it was located in the same area. As he passed the ladies' room door, it opened. A hand reached out to grab his arm and pulled him through. He was so surprised that he was unable to react immediately, and it was easy to pull him into the ladies' room. He heard the click as Sydney locked the door behind him, then pushed him back against it.

She tilted her head and moved closer, with her lips slightly parted. James was no fool and was not about to waste the opportunity that was about to unfold. He thrust his hands into her hair, and met her lips with a forceful kiss. Their lips and tongues caressed, captured, taunted. Clothing was impatiently pushed and pulled – his shirt was pulled from his pants; her large firm breasts were freed and his hands cupped them greedily.

She broke away first, and said breathlessly, "I want you....right now." As James watched, she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and slipped her hand inside his opened fly. His eyes closed as he felt her hand grasp his raging erection; a low, guttural moan came from him as he stroked it slowly and firmly. When she paused and swirled her thumb around and over the head, slick with pre-cum, the sensation shortened his breath. She alternated between the strokes and the swirls, while his hand was busy with her breast. His thumb mimicked the swirls on her nipple.

She pulled his pants and briefs down in a single motion. Her hand shifted his cock aside and eased the waistbands past it. She went to her knees in front of him and took him firmly in hand. As she flicked her tongue over the pre-cum covered head, she tilted her head up to look into his eyes. He groaned even louder. She smiled and whispered, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh," and proceeded to use her tongue on him....well. Hot, wet, a little rough, her strokes went up and down and around. It felt so damn good, especially when her hand traveled up and down the shaft and cupped his full tight balls and pulled down on them a little. His eyes flew open when she lifted his cock up a little and licked his balls. Her lips wrapped around each side of his sack and sucked gently. He marveled as her skillful lips and tongue worked their erotic magic on him, licking, using just the right suction pressure on each side.

Just when he thought he would go mad, she opened her lips and slid him into her mouth in one long, sure movement. James thought he would lose control right then, but she gave his balls a firm squeeze and slowed down his impending orgasm. He risked a look down, and was riveted by her eyes as her head traveled back and forth. Her enjoyment was evident in her gaze when her lips reached the head and kissed it lingeringly, the tip of her tongue teasing the slit.

James was dangerously close to orgasm, pre-cum was leaking from him with every pulse of his throbbing cock. He was going to lose it if she didn't stop soon. Sydney took one last suck and swirl, lightly squeezed his balls and released his cock from her mouth. James' half-hearted press on her shoulders was ineffective; she brushed his hand away and started to get to her feet. As she rose, she pressed his cock between her breasts and slid it along her cleavage and torso.

When she reached her feet, James took over. He grabbed Sydney's skirt and hiked it up to her crotch roughly. Now it was her turn to moan as his fingers shifted the wet thong aside, parted the lips and stroked her swollen clit. An evil little grin appeared on his face as he slipped two fingers into her wet, hot core. She held her breath for a few moments and stood there with open legs and trembling thighs. His fingers slid up and down, a little deeper each time, until they were buried to the hilt. A small squeal escaped her when he curled them to press her g-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit in tiny motions.

She grabbed his wrist and panted, "Fuck me – now, now." James slowly slid his fingers from her. She turned to face away from him, hiked her skirt above her waist and braced her hands on the tiny sink. He took hold of her waist and easily thrust into her to the hilt. She was so wet and tight. Their breathing was loud and ragged as their movements became rough and urgent. As he stroked in and out, she pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts. He captured one of her bouncing breasts; she arched her back and moaned an obscenity as he pinched her nipple. The angle of their bodies made his cock rub against her g-spot firmly. As his balls slapped her clit, she pulsated around him in counterpoint. Raw, hard, fast, animalistic fucking – and it was good.

Sydney's body began to shake, and her head whipped back and forth as her orgasm ripped through her. Her breathing was punctuated with little muffled cries of ecstasy. James felt her juices gush around him as she clutched at him inside her, and only then did he let his orgasm take over. Strong, hard spasms of pleasure washed over him as his load spurted into her, making him momentarily light-headed. He gave one last thrust to the hilt and stayed inside. Their mingled juices seeped out of her and coated his balls and her thighs. She leaned on her hands, and he wrapped his arms around her and lightly rested his body on hers.

They slowly relaxed and, reluctantly, separated with a wet, sliding, sloppy sound. She pulled a great volume of toilet paper from the roll and gave him a generous portion. No words were spoken as they took a few moments to remove the outward signs of their activity. Sydney put her hand on his arm as she unlocked the door and gently pushed him a little to the side. She opened the door partially and took a look down the hallway. She nodded to him to indicate that the coast was clear and blew him a kiss as she slipped out the door and walked away. When she reached the doorway to the bar, she turned back as James stepped into view by the bathroom door. She flashed him a naughty, satisfied smile and walked out of the bar, hips swaying seductively.

James grinned to himself as he walked back to the table. There was still a small amount of champagne in his glass. He drained it, paid his bill with the bartender, and went to check for updates on his flight.

©dakotadenise47



Flight Delay



Author's Note: Once again I want to thank Techsan for taking time from his busy schedule to correct my spelling and punctuation errors for me 

Please provide feedback. It is the only payback we authors get for our efforts. Thanks

It was a Friday night in mid-June and I was sitting at gate 56 in Terminal 5 at Los Angeles International Airport trying to get some work done as I waited for flight 1426 to Atlanta. The flight had already been delayed three hours when I happened to look up at the departures screen just in time to see the status of my flight change from delayed to canceled. 

"Shit!" 

Apparently there was a large system of thunderstorms passing through the midsection of the country delaying flights in and out of Dallas and St. Louis. This had the effect of backing up flight departures all over the country and caused several flights out of Los Angeles to be cancelled that night, leaving many passengers stranded at LAX.

It was 7:10 PM and I had already been at the airport since two o'clock that afternoon and I had no idea when I would be getting out of LA. They had not made the public announcement that the flight had been canceled yet so I jumped up and moved quickly over to the Delta check in counter. I arrived just as the gate agent picked up the microphone to make the announcement. 

"Delta Flight 1426 to Atlanta has been cancelled. If you are holding a ticket for this flight please see the agent at gate 56 for reassignment." 

Thanks to my good timing I was first in line. After ten minutes of the agent banging away on her keyboard, I was given a seat on the next available flight to Atlanta. The good news was that the seat was in first class. The bad news was that the flight wasn't leaving until 11:55 PM. I was going to have to wait almost 5 more hours. I went back to my uncomfortable seat and fired up my laptop again. 

I had been working for about an hour and was just about finished updating my project plan when I heard someone say my name. 

"Jim Patterson?" 

The question made me look up from my laptop. I didn't know anyone in LA so I certainly wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew at the airport that night. The man standing in front of me was tall and thin and had light brown hair. Although I hadn't seen him since graduating from high school twelve years earlier, it took me only a few seconds to recognize him.

"Kevin?"

"I'm surprised you remembered me," Kevin said.

"How could I forget my best friend?" I replied.

Kevin Murray and I grew up in Cortland, New York and had known each other since kindergarten but we hadn't seen or spoken to each other since we got out of high school.

"Best friend? If I was your best friend why haven't I heard from you in the last twelve years?" he asked.

"That works both ways," I said. "I lost track of you when you joined the army right after high school. But you never tried to get in touch with me either."

"Pretty stupid, huh?" Kevin said. "Where you headed?"

"Atlanta. What about you?"

"I'm on the red eye to New York. Have you got time for a drink before your flight?" Kevin asked. 

"Actually I have a few hours to kill. A couple of beers would help pass the time"

Kevin laughed and said, "Let me guess: your flight was delayed. Right?"

"Cancelled. What about you?"

"I am on the red eye at 12:05. That gives us some time to catch up."

I shut down my laptop and put it in my briefcase and then we headed off to find a bar. There weren't many places to go without leaving the Terminal 5, which would mean having to go through security again when we returned so we opted to join the crowd at Malibu Al's.

"So where are you living now?" Kevin asked as the bartender delivered our beers."

"Atlanta."

"How did you end up in Atlanta?" Kevin asked.

"My job."

"You like it down there?"

"Yes, very much. Especially in the winter," I said.

"You married?" he asked. "I remember that you always used to say you never would."

"Been married seven years," I said. "What about you?"

"Me? Divorced. No kids, but I met someone recently and I think we might be headed to the altar," Kevin answered.

"Another sacrifice to the marriage gods."

"Wow. Is that a condemnation of marriage?"

I smiled and said, "No, just a little joke. Kate and I have a great marriage."

"Does your wife know that your flight was canceled?"

"No. I wasn't due to get home until late tomorrow afternoon. I finished my work early and thought I'd try to get home earlier. Kate didn't know that so there is no need to tell her my flight was canceled."

"Have you been back to Cortland lately," Kevin asked.

"I haven't been back there in about three years. Kate and I are planning on going up there next month. Have you been back?"

"I was there last year."

"You stay with your parents?" I asked.

"No. They sold their house and moved into a small apartment. I stayed at the Holiday Inn out near the route 81 interchange."

"Why didn't you stay at the Hampton Inn?" I asked. "It's a lot newer." 

"The Hampton Inn doesn't have a bar, the Holiday Inn does," Kevin responded.

"Ah, good point. So how are your parents?"

"They're great. My father has some back problems but still manages to play golf. My mom has some arthritis but she keeps busy. What about your parents?"

"They're doing good. Still in the old house," I said. "Did you run into any of our old friends while you were there?"

"Yeah, I had a few beers with Bob Harold. I didn't see anyone else from the old gang." Kevin said. "So, what are you doing in LA?" 

"The company I work for is involved in a large city wide project out here and I am one of the project managers," I said. "We're managing the installation of a fiber optic communication system to all Los Angeles county government buildings and schools. My company makes the control boxes for the network." 

"How long have you been out here?"

"This trip? Three weeks. I am going home for two weeks and then it's back out here for another three weeks," I said. "It's an eleven-month project and it's scheduled to wrap up in November. I've been working three weeks here and then two at home since the project began."

"Bet you wife loves that," Kevin said.

"No, Kate hates it but she tolerates it. When the project manager job was offered to me it was with the understanding that I would do this for four years and then I would be promoted to a management position and wouldn't have to travel much after that. Kate and I talked it over and even though we knew it would be hard on us we decided I should take the job. I got her to agree by promising that as soon as I finished the four years I would take a month off and we would go to Europe and while there get busy making a baby."

"Ah, the old we'll start a family ploy," Kevin said.

"It worked. One bonus is all of the travel awards I have earned over the last three and a half years. I have enough Marriott and Hilton points for our whole trip to Europe with enough left over for a trip to Hawaii. Same with airline frequent flyer miles. Just another six months and I'll be done with all this travel."

"That's cool. Wish I could get a job like that," Kevin said.

'Careful what you wish for," I said.

"I almost forgot," Kevin said. "Remember Kyle Porter from high school?"

"Yeah, I didn't know him well but I remember him. He was a year behind us," I said.

"I saw him at the Holiday Inn."

"Did you talk to him?"

"Nah, he was occupied at the time. I don't think he wanted to be disturbed and I didn't really want to talk to him anyway. I always thought he was kind of an asshole," Kevin said.

"Yeah, me too,' I said. "I think he married Barb Ritz. You remember her?"

"I remember her. Short, blond, big tits," Kevin said. "I don't know if they're still married or not but he wasn't with Barb that night."

"You think he was cheating on his wife?" I said.

"Could be," Kevin said. "That is if he is still married to her. Oh, shit, I just remembered her name." 

"Who's name?"

"The girl I saw," Kevin said. "I got a good look at her that night and I was sure that I knew her but I couldn't remember her name. Do you remember Margie Cooper? She was a year behind us in school."

"Yes, as a matter of fact..." I started to say.

"It came to me just now. I think Kyle dated Margie in high school, didn't he?"

"I think so, why?" I asked.

"Margie was the girl I saw with Kyle that night," Kevin said.

"You saw Margie Cooper with Kyle at the Holiday Inn? Are you sure it was Margie?"

"It was Margie, I am sure of that. I got a good look at her. I was sure that I knew her but I just couldn't remember her name at the time," Kevin said.

"She's married. Are you're sure it was her?" I said. 

"Absolutely. I don't think she's married though or at least not anymore. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring when I saw her," Kevin said.

"Are you sure they were together? I mean maybe they just ran into each other there and were just talking. I mean could they have just been friends?" I said. 

"If they were just friends, they were friends with benefits. They were making out in a booth in the bar when I first saw them. Then later I saw them getting on an elevator. The only place they could have been going was up to the guest rooms," Kevin answered.

I said, "That's interesting." 

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess because I am positive that she's married."

"She could be married. Maybe she is married to Kyle and just happened to not be wearing her wedding ring when I saw her," Kevin said and then laughed. "Or maybe she was sneaking around behind her husband's back. The two of them certainly weren't acting like an old married couple. Why does Margie being with Kyle bother you so much?"

"I guess it's because I would never have thought that Margie would cheat on her husband. When was that?" I said.

"Last year. Second week of August," Kevin said. 

"So, tell me about this woman that has captured your heart," I said.

Kevin pulled a picture out of his wallet. "This is Barb," he said. It was a typical wallet photo of an attractive blonde with blue eyes. 

Kevin went on to tell me how they met and that they were living together and were talking about getting married but hadn't decided on a date yet.

"When we set the date would you and Kate come to the wedding?" Kevin asked.

"If at all possible I'll be there," I said.  

"Have you got any pictures of your wife?" Kevin asked.

I started to reach for my wallet but stopped. "I don't have any with me. They're in my checked baggage," I said.

Kevin and I sat talking until 11:15 and then we headed for our respective gates. 

*****

When I got back to my gate I looked at the monitor to check my flight status.  According to the monitor it was still scheduled to leave at 11:55. I sat for a few minutes thinking about my conversation with Kevin and I pulled out my wallet and looked at Kate's picture. After a minute I took a deep breath and headed over to the gate agent.

"I am scheduled on the 11:55 Flight to Atlanta," I said as I handed her my ticket."

"She looked at the ticket and said, "You're all set Mr. Patterson."

"You don't understand. I need to cancel this reservation. Is there anyway to get my luggage back?" I said.

The agent looked a little confused.

"I just found out that I have an emergency here and I have to stay for a while longer, so I need to get my luggage back."

The agent started banging away on her keyboard again and then looked at my luggage claim tags and then began her keyboard marathon again.

"When would you like to reschedule you flight home?"

"Can I keep it open? I don't know when I will be going back."

"No problem. Do you know where you will be staying?"

"I am going to the Marriott on Figueroa. Why?"

"It will take us a while to locate your baggage. We can have it delivered to the hotel for you if you'd like."

The agent handed me my ticket receipt and baggage claim checks. "Just call our 800 number to reschedule you flight when you are ready."

I thanked her and headed out of the airport. 

***** 

At that time of night I had to wait a while for the Hertz bus to come around so I could pick up a rental car. Shortly after 1:30 AM, I checked into my room at the Marriott. 

I was finally alone, sitting on the side of the bed holding my head in my hands as I thought back ten months to the previous August. All of my traveling was taking a toll on my marriage. Kate seldom complained about it but I know it was hard on her. 

Last May she got me to promise that we would take some vacation time during the summer as we hadn't had a real vacation in more than three years. I scheduled a week beginning the second week of August. The plan was to drive down to the Florida Keys and spend the week sitting on the beach during the day and making love at night. 

With all my traveling Kate was getting frustrated. It seemed that every time we tried to plan something some new project would start and I would have to go back on the road. In addition to not having had a vacation in three years, I had missed her birthday twice and one anniversary because of my travel.

A few days before our scheduled August vacation my boss called me and said we had a major problem with a scheduled installation at one of our biggest customers in Seattle. He said he needed me to fly out to Seattle on Sunday and manage the installation and make sure that the customer was satisfied before I came home. He said I was the only project manager available at the time. 

At first Kate accepted it without comment. I could see how disappointed she was but she knew these things happened so she was trying to be a good sport about it. 

"How long will you be gone?" Kate asked.

"I don't know, maybe a week," I said.

"Any chance we can go the following week?" 

"I don't know," I said. "I am not sure how long this project will take and you'll be back in school in a couple of weeks. We may have to wait and do this next year."

That was the last straw. "Wait till next year? What the hell kind of marriage do we have? We haven't had a vacation in over three years and now you're telling me we have to wait another year. Why don't you have the balls to stand up to Jack and just tell him that you have a vacation scheduled and you can't go to Seattle?"

Kate seldom blew up like that and when she did it was always over very quickly. In a few minutes she calmed down, apologized for her outburst and seemed to accept the situation but I could tell she was still very unhappy.

The next evening, while we were watching television, I told Kate that I was really sorry about having to cancel our vacation but I had an idea that might make her feel better. 

Kate's eyes lit up and she smiled at me. "What's your idea?"

"I think that you should go up Cortland and visit with your parents while I'm in Seattle," I said. 

"That's supposed to make me feel better?' Kate said. "I love my parents but you know how my mother is. She'll drive me crazy if I have to spend a whole week with her."

"Maybe you can get together with some of your old friends while you're there," I said. 

"I don't know. I'll have to think about that," Kate said. "I'm going to bed."

Kate didn't look happy and I wasn't sure if it was because she was still angry about canceling the vacation or if she just didn't want to go to Cortland without me.

The next evening Kate said,  "I think I might do what you suggested. I'll go up to see my parents while you go take care of your business. But you are going to owe me big time for this."

I promised I would make it up to her when I got home. That night I booked Kate on a flight to Syracuse and reserved a Hertz car for her so she could drive down to Cortland.

*****

When I drove Kate to the airport that Saturday morning I could see that she was still unhappy but I didn't see that I could do anything about it. I left for Seattle the next day and I called Kate when I got to my hotel that afternoon. Kate sounded like things were better and we talked for a half hour. I reminded her that I only had a year of project management left before I would get a management assignment and wouldn't have to travel so much. I also reminded her about our plans to go to Europe for a month.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," was Kate's reply. I'll believe all that when it happens."

I wasn't sure if she was angry or if she just no longer trusted me to deliver on my promises. I knew it would do no good to make any more promises. 

We talked again on Monday night and I sensed Kate wasn't in a very good mood. 

"I hate being here without you," Kate said. "My mother is driving me crazy. She thinks she has to be talking to me every minute we're together. It doesn't help that she thinks she has to tell me that you should have told your boss to go to hell and taken me to the Keys instead of running off to Seattle."

"You know I didn't have a choice," I said in my own defense.

"I know that you believe that," Kate said.

I had let Kate down and I felt sick when the call ended. Maybe I should have told Jack I couldn't go to Seattle. I didn't sleep well that night. 

When I called Kate on Tuesday, her mom answered the phone and said that Kate had gone out to see some friends. I tried her cell phone but got no answer. 

Kate called me back at 11:00 PM my time. It was 2:00 AM for Kate.

"Sorry I missed your call tonight. I went out to see some old friends."

I asked her whom she had been with and she named about five of her old high school girl friends. Then we just talked for a while. Kate sounded better on that call. I guess getting out of the house and away from her mother helped her.

Wednesday night Kate answered her cell phone on the first ring. I could tell that Kate was upset about something.

"What wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"I can tell that you are upset about something. Tell me about it."

"I should be on the beach in Key West, not here listening to my mother telling me that I have an inconsiderate husband."

"Is that what you think I am?" I said.

Kate was silent for a moment and then said, "It's what mother keeps telling me."

"Kate, I am sorry about the trip but I will make it up to you."

"I know," she said. "I am kind of tired. I think I'll go to bed now."

The call left me unable to sleep. Why was her mother trying to cause problems? I had always gotten along well with her before. I began to feel as though there was something more going on that Kate wasn't telling me.

When I called on Thursday, I got no answer so I tried the home number. Kate's mom answered and told me that Kate had gone out with her friends again. 

It surprised me a little that Kate would be going out again but I guess she needed to get away from her mother for a while and I was glad that she was able to have some fun. It made me feel less guilty about having to cancel our vacation plans and would make things easier on me when I got back home. 

I didn't hear from Kate again until Saturday. I could tell that she must really be missing me because she told me three times how much she loved me. She always told me she loved me when we talked on the phone but this was different. She sounded almost desperate to make sure I understood how much she loved me. 

Kate flew back to Atlanta on Sunday and I returned home on Tuesday. Kate didn't say much that evening but when we went to bed she was all over me. She was kissing me and helping me out of my clothes and when she wasn't kissing me she was telling me she loved me and how much she had missed me. She kept apologizing for the way she behaved when I told her I was going to have to cancel our vacation. I didn't know everything that had happened in Cortland but whatever it was, Kate seemed to have renewed her love for me while she was there. 




Flight Delay



It was four weeks before I had to go back on the road and during that time it seemed that Kate was always either telling me how much she loved me or making love to me. If anyone would have asked me if I thought my wife loved me I would have had absolutely no doubt that she did. 

Over the next several months, a marriage that I had always thought was very good got a lot better. Kate, who had always been a loving wife, was even more loving now and much more accepting of my frequent travel. I could tell that Kate was much happier and so was I. I think this all had to do with the fact that the end of all my travel was in sight. We had already set the dates for our European trip and were talking about moving to a larger house when we started our family 

*****

I didn't sleep that night. I needed answers but the only person who could provide them was the one person I didn't want to talk to. I needed time to get my thoughts and emotions under control. I decided to give myself a couple of days to come to grips with what Kevin had told me. That Margie Cooper spent a night with Kyle Porter, her old high school boyfriend, at the Cortland Holiday Inn while I was in Seattle last August. 

I wanted a couple of days; I got fourteen hours. It was 4:15 on Saturday afternoon in LA when my cell phone rang. It was Kate and although I didn't want to talk to her yet I answered the phone.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be home two hours ago." Kate said in what I thought sounded like an angry voice.

"I'm still in LA."

"Why are you still there?"

"Something came up." I said.

"Something came up and you didn't think to call me? You promised to take me to see "CATS" tonight."

"Oops!"

"What?"

"I guess I goofed. I forgot that what you wanted to do tonight was more important than what's going on in my life." I said. I figured that would confuse Kate because I wasn't sure what I meant myself but I thought it sounded good.

"Are you saying that I'm selfish? How dare you? You're the one that suggested that we would go to the play tonight. What's eating you?"

I hadn't planned to do this over the phone but she asked the question.

"Last night I was thinking back to last year when I had to take that trip to Seattle and cancel our vacation in the Keys. Remember that?"

"Of course I do," Kate said. "Why?" 

This time I could hear a little concern come into her voice.

"Well, I was just remembering how guilty I felt about letting my job interfere with our personal life. Our phone calls that week didn't help either. I felt bad that whole week even though I knew that you were at least having some fun with your friends while I worked twelve hour days, ate dinner by myself in my hotel room and had to deal with my guilty feelings."  

"What made you think of that? It wasn't my fault that you had to go to Seattle and you were the one that suggested that I go visit my parents, which was no picnic. What's this all about?"

"I just wondered if you felt guilty about what you were doing that week?"

"I don't understand," Kate said. This time the concern in her voice was quite evident. "Why would you ask me if I felt guilty?"

"Last night I ran into Kevin Murray at the airport. You might remember Kevin from high school," I said. "We had a couple of beers together and he told me that he was back in Cortland last summer to visit his parents. He was telling me that he stayed at the Holiday Inn out by the I-81 interchange. Then Kevin told me that he saw Kyle Porter in the hotel lounge with a girlfriend. He said that Kyle and his girlfriend were making out in the bar and the last he saw of them was when they got on an elevator. Imagine my surprise when Kevin told me that Kyle's girlfriend's name was Margie Cooper."

I waited to see if Kate would say anything but she remained silent. 

"I told Kevin that I was sure that Margie Cooper was married and would never cheat on her husband. Then Kevin said that when he saw Margie, she wasn't wearing a wedding ring."

I heard something that sounded like a whimper on the other end of the line.

"I guess that explains why I am a little angry and why I didn't come home today, doesn't it, Ms. Cooper?"

"Oh, God. Jim, Please come home and talk to me." 

"I don't think so. I'll let you know if I ever decide to come home."

In a voice no more than a whisper, Kate said, "Please come home."  

That was all I had the stomach for so I disconnected. I was glad that Kate didn't start the 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you' crap. Although, I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that Kate didn't deny that she was at the hotel with Kyle. I guess I had a small hope that she would be able to convince me that Kevin had been wrong about what he saw.

*****

Over the next two days I tried to consider all of the possible ways of handling this situation. My anger made me want to go back to Atlanta and throw her out of the house but I knew I would never be able to do that to her. Then I felt the poison begin to fill my mind. Was that the first time she had cheated? Was it a long-term affair? Had she cheated on me since that time? 

I spent two days thinking about our marriage and reviewing our whole relationship looking for clues to what happened. 

*****

Margie Cooper was one year behind me in high school. When I was a senior she was the junior class president. I didn't really know her in high school. I knew who she was but I had never spoken more than a few words to her.  She was tall with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I always thought that was a beautiful combination. She was part of the in crowd and was probably the most popular girl in her class and one of the most popular girls in the whole school. Everybody liked Margie. I did vaguely remember that Margie had dated Kyle Porter but I never knew what happened with them after I graduated.

After high school I enrolled at State University of New York at Oswego where I was majoring in Industrial Arts. It was while attending a party during my junior year that I ran into Margie Cooper. I was standing, talking to a friend when I felt a hand on my arm. When I turned to see who it was I was surprised to see Margie's smiling face. 

"Hi, Jim. How are you?"

Like I said before, when I was in high school I had never said more than a few words to her. I could never remember a time when she spoke to me first but here she was talking to me as though we were old friends.

"Margie. Wow. I didn't know you were going to school here. It's nice to see you."

After that I stood like an idiot having no idea what to say next. I assumed that she only stopped to say hello because we both went to the same high school and that she would very quickly wander off to join her friends. I was wrong.

"It's really nice to see a familiar face," she said. "How have you been?"

"I'm good, Margie. How are you?"

"I'm great," she said, "but don't call me Margie; call me Kate."

"Kate? Why Kate?"

"My full name is Kathryn Margaret Cooper," Margie said. "My mother always calls me Margie because that's her older sister's name. When I got here my friends started to call me Kate and I like that better than Margie."

"Okay, Kate it is."

Then Kate surprised me with how much she knew about me in high school. She didn't come right out and say it but I got the impression that if I had asked her out in high school she might have said yes. 

Around midnight two of her girlfriends came over and said they were ready to leave. Kate told them she would be right with them and then she just kind of stood looking at me. It took me all of five seconds to figure out that I was supposed to say something.

"Would you like to go out tomorrow night?" I asked.

Kate looked over at her girl friends, waiting for her by the door, and then looked back at me. She said, "Yes." Then she opened her handbag and got a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote her phone number on it and handed it to me. "Call me tomorrow afternoon." Then she left.

My memory of that first date is still clear. I took her out to Rudy's for a fish fry dinner. Rudy's is an institution in Oswego. It's a small place on the shore of Lake Ontario that specializes in fried fish sandwiches, Texas Hots and similar treats. I always believed that if you stood at the counter in Rudy's long enough that you would see the whole world pass by, or at least everyone in Oswego.

Kate and I took our fish sandwiches outside and sat on a picnic table and watched the waves washing up on the stones on the beach. In Oswego, that passes for a romantic dinner for college students.

By the time we had finished eating and were ready to leave, I think we both knew that something special was beginning to happen between us. We kissed a lot that night but I didn't try to press for anything more. 

On our fifth date I took Kate for dinner at a local Italian restaurant and then we went back to campus to watch some television in her dorm lounge. When the late news came on Kate took me by the hand and led me over to the elevators and took me up to her room.

Once we were inside the room with the door closed, Kate came to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Tonight's your lucky night, big boy," she whispered in my ear. Kate was moving a little faster than I was. I hadn't expected to have sex with Kate that night but I was able to catch up with her in a hurry. 

The kisses became more passionate as we moved to the bed. I pulled Kate's top off as soon as we got onto the bed and I soon had Kate's breasts in my hands and mouth. As I sucked on her nipples, Kate made little mewing sounds in her throat. As her breathing intensified I began opening her pants. Kate helped me get them off leaving her on the bed in just her sexy black panties. 

I kissed my way up her inner thighs until I could feel the heat from her sex and smell her arousal. I pulled panties down to discover a lush triangle of curly dark hair. I pressed my face into her hair and inhaled her scent and then I ran my tongue over her vulva causing Kate's hips to jump just a little. As I began to probe Kate's pussy with my tongue she took my head in her hands and pulled me tighter against her. I wasn't sure if she was having an orgasm or not because Kate didn't make any noises but she was humping my mouth and her juices seemed to be flowing heavily.

I performed oral sex on her until my jaw began to hurt and even then I didn't want to stop.  To give my jaw muscles a chance to recover, I got up and removed my clothes. When I got back on the bed, Kate took my cock in her hand and pulled it toward her face. I moved up the bed in the direction she was pulling, like I had a choice, and then Kate took me into her mouth. I lay there on my side looking down on Kate's pretty face as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth and I wondered how long I could possible hold off my climax. 

I was very near climaxing when Kate stopped and asked me to enter her. I moved between Kate's legs and began kissing her as my cock searched for her opening. It didn't take long for me to find her warm wet sex and slide my cock deep inside her. We bounced around the bed, slowing and then speeding up, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as we could until I finally exploded inside Kate's pussy, spewing my seed deep inside her. 

"That was wonderful," Kate said. 

"I couldn't agree more."

"You know what this means, don't you?" Kate said.

"I could guess but I don't want of be wrong so why don't you tell me," I said.

"I didn't do this because I wanted to have sex. I did it because I love you and I wanted to have sex with you so please don't hurt me."

"I will never hurt you," I said. "I love you too much to ever want to hurt you."

I knew when I left her room that night that Kate was going to be my wife.

After college I got a job at a large manufacturing company in Syracuse. When Kate finished school the following May she got a job as a preschool teacher in Camillus and we got married that July. The following year I accepted a job offer from J.B. Brown Industries in Atlanta as a line manager in their manufacturing plant. It was a good job but I wanted more so I started attending night classes and managed to earn a degree in Business Management. When I completed my degree work Jack Brown offered me a project management position. Jack explained that there would be a great deal of travel with the job but that if I would do it for four years he would put me in a management job with very little travel. 

Kate and I discussed the job and decided that I should take it. We decided that we would hold off having children until the four-year assignment ended. 

When I look back on my marriage I can't think of any time that I didn't think I had a great marriage. No one could have asked for a more generous or more loving wife than Kate. She was always there for me. Whenever I met one of her friends from the school where she taught or from one of the charities she worked for they would always tell me how Kate was always bragging about me. The more I thought about our life together, the harder it was for me to believe she could ever have betrayed me.

Thinking back now I can't think of a time when I didn't think I had a great marriage. Our disagreements never turned into major arguments. When Kate got pissed about something she would let me know in no uncertain terms but then she would calm down quickly. It was her way of releasing pressure. Kate was very good at getting her temper under control.

*****

My reminiscing was starting to make me believe that everything would work out all right but then the poison started to spread again.

How did she end up with Kyle Porter at the Holiday Inn? Is he the reason that Kate decided to go to Cortland while I was in Seattle? How long had this been going on? How many others had there been?

I tried to work my way through all of these questions and I could come to only one conclusion. It had to have been a one-time thing. She couldn't have planned to meet Kyle ahead of time; at least I didn't believe that to be the case. She didn't know she was going to be going to Cortland without me until three days before the trip. Before that she just didn't have a time when she could have been fooling around. Since we had been married, that week in August was the first time she had ever gone back home without me. The only thing I could figure was that Kate must have run into Kyle when she was out with her friends and things must have happened from there.

I finally had to give up. The only way I would ever know what happened was to talk to the only person that could answer my questions but would she tell me the truth? I didn't know what I should do. That night my sleep was interrupted by nightmares of Kate's infidelity. 

In the morning, while having a cup of coffee, I decided what to do. I picked up my phone and made the call.

*****

"Hey, Jack. It's Jim."

"Are you back home?"

"No, I'm still in LA."

"I thought you were coming back yesterday. What's up?" Jack asked.

"I've decided to stay out here until the project is done."

"I don't understand."

"I am going to stay in LA until we are done here," I said.

"The project has four more months to run. What did Kate say about your staying out there?"

"Haven't asked her. It's not up to her anyway," I said.

"What's going on? Did you and Kate have a fight or something?" Jack said.

"Or something... I don't want to discuss it right now. I just called to tell you I am staying out here."

"Okay, it's your choice. Anything I can do for you here?" Jack said.

"No. I'll be in touch," I said and disconnected.

Kate called twice that day but I didn't answer her calls. 

On Monday morning I called home but Kate didn't answer the phone. I wasn't sure if she wasn't home or if she was trying to pay me back for not answering her calls and I didn't care. I was actually glad that I didn't have to speak to her; I only wanted to give her a message.

"Kate. I won't be coming home. I am staying out here until this project is done. After that I don't know what I will do. Maybe in the meantime, you can get Kyle Porter to take you to see CATS." 

*****

The only one in the LA project office when I arrived on Monday morning was Joey Miller. Joey was dressed in the typical uniform of this project. Jeans, a tee shirt, work boots and a baseball cap. Joey was six feet tall. Weighed about 155 pounds, had brown eyes and light brown hair. Joey's hair was always tied in a tight ponytail that stuck out through the opening in the back of her baseball cap. 

"Hey, Jim. How ya doing?" she asked as I entered the room. "I thought you were going home for a couple of weeks."

"Changed my mind," I said. "How are you?"

"Just fuckin great." This project is giving me a rash on my ass," Joey said and then laughed.

I laughed too. "A rash, huh? Just on your ass or anywhere more interesting?" I said.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I liked Joey in spite of the fact that she walked and talked like one of the guys. At work all of the other PMs, myself included, just treated Joey like one of the guys. Outside of work I think I was the only guy that talked to her. The other PMs seemed to be intimidated by her.  She was taller than most of them and they didn't feel comfortable talking to her about anything other than work. One night after work, when a bunch of us decided to go out for a drink, I suggested that we invite Joey along and the others all said no. One of the guys actually said, "It's bad enough that I have to work with a fuckin dyke. I'm not about to go drinkin' with the man hater too."

I always tried to be friendly to Joey and she was friendly toward me. I didn't see any reason to shun her because she was a woman or because of her sexual preference.

Joey stared at me for a few minutes with a strange look on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said.

"Something's bothering you. Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then let's go to work."

For the next two weeks I buried myself in my work trying not to think about Kate and what she had done to our marriage. Kate had tried to call me several times but I refused to talk to her. 

That Thursday I was sitting in the project office updating my project plans when Kate called. I waited until she left a message on my voice mail and then retrieved it.

"Jim, when are you going to stop this foolishness and come home? We need to talk. How can we save our marriage if you won't talk to me? You are just being stubborn," she said.

I was being foolish and stubborn? That pissed me off. She might have been right but it still pissed me off. In my anger I pulled off my wedding ring and stared at it. I wondered why I was still wearing it. Did I want my marriage to continue or did I want a divorce? Could I divorce her without at least talking to her? Was I required to listen to her side of the story?

I am not sure where the impulse came from that made me do it but I grabbed a FedEx mailer and addressed it to Kate and put my ring inside. No note, just the ring. Then I dropped the package in the FedEx box and left the office before I had a chance to change my mind.

The next day Kate called and left a message.

"How could you be so cold? Just your ring, not even a note? Please talk to me. Give me a chance, please."

*****

Almost two months had past since finding out that Kate had cheated on me. During that time I worked long days six days a week and put in a half day on Sundays. I managed to keep Kate out of my mind during the day while I was working but when I went to bed at night I thought about her and our shambles of a marriage. 

It was early on a Friday morning that I found myself in the project office alone with Joey again. Joey looked at me for a long moment and then grabbed me by the arm and said, "Let's go get a cup of coffee."




Flight Delay



I was too burned-out to resist her, so we went across the street to the closest of three Starbucks that were within two blocks of the office. I was in a kind of fog until I found myself sitting with Joey at an outside table. 

"Okay, what is going on?" Joey said.

"Nothing," I said.

"Bullshit. You have been in a funk for the last two months and this morning you show up looking like someone shot your dog. And, when the hell did you stop wearing your wedding ring?" Joey said.

"I really don't want to talk about this," I said.

"Listen, you asshole. It is obvious that you are having some problems and you can take it from me that you really need to talk to someone about them. I am the only one on this job that gives enough of a shit about you to listen to your problems so you had better start talking."

I was about to tell Joey to mind her business when I broke down. I guess I did need to talk to someone because as soon as I started the whole story came flooding out.

"And then I put my wedding ring in a FedEx package and sent it to Kate and I haven't talked to her since," I said as I finished my story. 

"Holy shit, you sent her your ring? And she stopped calling you? No wonder you look so down," Joey said.

We sat quietly for a few minutes and then Joey asked, "How are your projects coming?"

"That is a fast change of subjects. Remember, you're the one that insisted I talk about this," I said.

"I am not changing subjects," Joey said, "I am asking if you are caught up enough to take the weekend off?"

"I guess I could."

"Good, then let's go to Vegas for the weekend. Have some fun and get your mind off your problems for a while."

"No, I don't think so. You go ahead without me."

"I am not going to Vegas by myself. Come on. It'll be fun and you need some fun."

I thought about it for a minute and said, "What the fuck. Let's do it."

"Now you're talking," Joey said. "Go check out of your hotel and I will pick you up in about forty-five minutes."

"I can drive if you'd like," I said.

"No way. In the mood you've been in you might decide to take us on a high-speed thrill ride into a bridge abutment. That is just the type of behavior I am trying to prevent."

It seemed that any time I talked to Joey she managed to make me laugh.

*****

Joey picked me up outside the Marriott, where I had been staying, at 11:30 that morning. As we pulled out onto Figueroa Street, Joey said, "I got us two rooms at the Paris Hotel."

"That's kind of expensive, isn't it?" I said.

"Less than you're paying at the Marriott and your company will be paying for it anyway, so what do you care? Have you ever been to Vegas before?"

"No. I've been to Atlantic City but never to Vegas," I said. "What about you?"

"I've been there four times before. I used to go there with... a friend," Joey said. 

I wondered if by 'a friend,' she meant her girlfriend. I wondered if during this trip Joey might confide in me. I hoped that she would.

For the next four and a half hours, Joey and I talked about everything and nothing but totally avoided the subject of my imploding marriage and her personal life. We arrive at the Paris Hotel a few minutes after four o'clock in the afternoon. 

After checking in and taking our luggage up to our rooms we met back at the elevator alcove on the casino level and spent the next three hours exploring the hotel casino complex. We played some slots and had a couple of beers and then at 6:30 Joey asked if I was ready for dinner. We were still wearing our work clothes so she suggested we go up to our rooms and clean up a little.

"Where should we meet?" I asked.

"You know that bar we passed just as we came into the casino from the elevators?" Joey said.

"The round one? Yeah."

"Meet me there in about an hour."

***** I went up to my room to change and checked my cell phone for messages. I had left the phone plugged into its charger in the room while I was down in the casino. I had one message and it was from Kate.

"How long do you plan to punish me? Please come home so we can talk."

I erased the note and put the phone back in its charger and headed for the shower.

*****

I was back downstairs at 7:25. There was no sign of Joey yet so I got a table that afforded me a view of the people coming into the casino from the direction of the elevators. I was amazed at the number of very attractive women wondering around the hotel. I even started to fantasize about picking up a hot woman and taking her back to my room. 

When Joey hadn't arrived by 7:40 I laughed to myself. Apparently even a butch lesbian will make a man wait before she makes her appearance. I was still watching for Joey when the waitress stopped to ask if I wanted another drink.

"Give me another Bud," I said.

"And I'll have a white wine," a voice to my left said. 

As I turned to see who was speaking a very attractive woman sat down next to me. She had long, light brown hair and light brown eyes. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that was cut low in the front showing just enough of her beautiful breasts to make a man's mouth water. I thought for a moment that this had to be a mistake. This woman must have mistaken me for someone else. Then I thought that she might be a high priced hooker looking for a date for the night.

"Why are you staring at me like that Jim?"

"Joey? Holy shit, is that really you?" I said. 

"I hope that was meant as a compliment," Joey said.

"I'm sorry, you just caught me by surprise. You look terrific," I said.

"Thank you."

"I have never seen this side of you before."

"Okay, that's enough gushing. I accept the compliment. Now let's go to dinner," Joey said.

I thought we were going to have dinner in the buffet but seeing the way that Joey was dressed I decided that Les Artistes Steakhouse was more appropriate. I figured it couldn't hurt my image to be seen with a beautiful woman. I even toyed with the idea of having a picture taken of us and sending it to Kate.

All during dinner I couldn't take my eyes off of Joey. She was really beautiful. I knew that I had to ask her about the transformation but I wasn't sure how to broach the subject. We had finished dinner and still had half a bottle of wine left when I could no longer resist.

"I have to know," I said. "Where did this lovely woman I am looking at come from? We have worked together for nearly a year now and I would have never guessed that this other person was inside of you."

"This is the real me. It is just as much me as the tough dyke you see everyday on the job site," Joey said.

"Tough dyke?"

"You think I don't know what you guys think of me. I have overheard some of the comments the others have said about me behind my back."

"If it bothers you why don't you show a little more of your feminine side?" I asked.

"The only reason you guys accept me as a capable PM on the job is because you all just see me as one of the guys. I don't mean to lump you in with the rest of those yahoos. You have always treated me with respect and I always felt that you judged me by my ability to do my job and not by my gender or appearance. I have learned from experience that in order for me to be successful in this job people have to see me as being as tough as the rest of the guys. So I act like a man."

"I have to say that I am honored that you decided to let me see this side of you."

My curiosity was piqued. If Joey's other personality was this feminine, was she a lesbian as I had believed or was that just part of here disguise?

"My mother gave birth to four kids over a six year period," Joey said. "I was the third born and the only girl. Growing up I was a real tomboy. I did everything my brothers did. I did the same jobs around the farm and I played baseball and football with them. It wasn't until I got into high school that I finally discovered that if I wanted boys to be interested in me I was going to have to be less of a tomboy. Once I started dressing like a girl I found that I liked it."

It sounded like she was saying that she wasn't a lesbian. For some reason that made me happier than I had a right to be about it. I had to be sure.

"You have spent more time in LA on this project than I have. Isn't there anyone special at home?" I said.

"No. That's the reason I took this assignment in the first place. I had just broken up with my boyfriend. We had been together for three years. I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to ask me to marry him when I found out why he hadn't. It turned out that he had been cheating on me for over a year with two other girls. I came out here to get away and just haven't had any desire to go back," Joey said.

As Joey was talking I sensed the pain she was feeling and I reached out and put my hand on top of hers.

"This project will be done in about three weeks. What are you going to do then?"

"You know that they're going to be starting a new project just like this one down in San Diego in November. I'll probably head down there," Joey said. "What about you?"

"I don't know what I am going to do yet."

When we finished the wine and the waiter had brought us the bill Joey surprised me by saying, "I think I want to go up to bed now. Will you come with me?"

I didn't stop to think about it, I just got up and followed Joey to the elevators.

*****

The room was dark when we entered and Joey took my hand and led me over to the window. Her room had a view of the fountains at the Bellagio. As we stood at the window, watching the dancing waters I put my arm around Joey and she turned into me. The first kiss was tentative but felt nice. The second was more passionate and my tongue was soon exploring the inside of her mouth. 

We were still standing in front of the window as I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and Joey let it drop to the floor at her feet. Joey's nipples were rock hard as I sucked them into my mouth one at a time. Joey leaned back against the wall and I continued to suck and kiss her nipples and breasts while she held my head. 

I hadn't had sex in nearly four months and I was erect before we even got to the room. My erection was beginning to hurt, confined as it was in my pants. I decided that I needed to proceed with some urgency so I picked Joey up and carried her to the bed. Joey lay there watching me as I stripped off my pants and shirt and then she held out her arms to me as I climbed on the bed with her.

We began kissing again and I slid my hand up her leg until I felt the bare skin above the top of her thigh high stockings. I moved my hand higher and placed it on the crotch of her panties where I could feel the heat of her sex. When I pushed my fingers inside the leg hole of her panties Joey spread her legs farther apart to give me better access. The first thing I noticed when I got my hand inside her panties was that Joey's mound was bald. As I explored lower there was not a hair to be found. I had never felt a bald pussy before and I liked the way it felt, although I still preferred a nice bush between a woman's legs. I had a momentary thought of Kate. I always loved the triangle of dark hair between Kate's legs. 

Thinking about Kate had momentarily taken the edge off my desire but Joey quickly fired that up again and I was soon pressing a finger inside her and she was nibbling on my ear. 

"It's been over a year since anyone made love to me," Kate whispered into my ear, "please fuck me now."

All thoughts of Kate were gone as I pulled Joey's panties off. "Do you want me to kiss it first?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. I'd love that."

I got between her legs and pressed my face into her pussy. Joey was already very wet and the taste of her juices excited me even more than I had been before. I sucked the nub of her clitoris between my lips and ran my tongue back and forth driving Joey into her first orgasm of the night. 

As soon as her orgasm ebbed, Joey said, "Do me now. I want you inside me right now."

I moved up Joey's body until my cock was pressed against the slippery opening of her sex. I pushed my cock into her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her hot, juicy tunnel slowly enveloping my erect cock. When I was all of the way in I stopped moving for a few moments. Joey wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me as tight against her body as she could. I started to move in and out slowly at first but started to pick up speed as my need for relief increased. By the time I reached my climax I was pumping into Joey fast and hard and she loved it.

After my climax, we were laying on our backs, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling.

"Boy, did I need that," Joey said.

"I think I did too."

Joey rolled over and kissed me. "How about another round?"

"Give me a minute to recover," I said.

"Let me help you," Joey said and slid down my body and took my lifeless appendage into her mouth. 

It took Joey ten minutes of oral play to get me erect again. Joey worked my engorged penis until I felt my need to climax growing. At that point I rolled Joey onto her stomach and lifted her hips off the bed. She didn't say a word as I got behind her and pushed my rejuvenated member inside her hot sex. This time I lasted much longer than I did the first time and I managed to give Joey two orgasms before I climaxed and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Ten minutes later I noticed Joey's breathing had changed. I could tell by the rhythm that she was falling asleep. I didn't know what to do. Should I stay the night or should I go back to my room? I thought that Joey might want me to spend the night with her but I didn't feel comfortable doing that. Since meeting Kate I had not had sex with any other woman until that night with Joey and Kate was the only woman I had ever spent an entire night with. For some reason I didn't feel guilty about what I had done but I just couldn't stay the whole night with Joey. It just didn't seem right somehow.

"Joey?" 

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't sleep here tonight. I hope you understand," I said.

"It's okay," Joey said. "Maybe we can do this again tomorrow night."

"I would like that very much but I think we should have a practice session sometime during the afternoon so that we can do it right tomorrow night."

"Good idea. Practice does make perfect," Joey said.

I got up and dressed and then kissed Joey on the cheek before I left for my own room.

I felt good when I got back to my room. I didn't feel the need to judge my actions. I had sex with Joey, it was good, I enjoyed and there was nothing more to think about. For the first time in weeks, I fell asleep quickly and slept through the night.

*****

The phone in my room woke me at 6:30 AM.

"Are you going to sleep all day?" Joey asked.

"What time is it?"

"Six-thirty," Joey said. "Come on, I'm hungry."

I told Joey to give me twenty minutes and I would meet her downstairs in the elevator alcove. Then I took a quick shower, shaved and combed my hair. My hair was still wet when I got on the elevator.

We ate breakfast at the St. Louis Café in the hotel. While we were eating Joey asked me if I had ever seen the Hoover Dam.

"Only when I flew over it on the way to LA,' I said. "Can't really see much from that altitude."

"You know it is only about thirty miles from here. Would you like to drive down and take the tour?" Joey asked.

"They give tours of the dam? I'd like to do that," I said.

I have to say that the dam was much more spectacular than I ever imagined and the tour was extremely interesting. After the tour we walked over to the Arizona end of the dam and then went back to the gift shop restaurant and had lunch.

It was just past two o'clock when we got back to the hotel. As we walked through the casino, I stopped to play one of the slot machines along the way but Joey stopped me.

"We have to go practice for tonight, remember?" Joey said.

"Of course. Let's do it."

The afternoon wasn't at all like the night before. The sex was less serious. We fooled around a lot. There was some tickling involved and some joking but we did manage to get each other off. 

Afterward we talked.

"I hope you don't get the wrong impression from this," Joey said.

"How do you mean?" I said.

"I like you," Joey said. "I like you a lot but I am not in love with you and I am not about to fall in love with you. I told you last night that it had been more than a year since anyone made love to me and I needed this. I needed someone that I knew would not hurt me to hold me and make love to me. You are the only person I know out here that I feel that I can trust so I threw myself at you last night."

I was mildly surprised that I wasn't disappointed that she wasn't in love with me but I knew that I wasn't in love with her either.

"I am honored that you trusted me and I have to say I am really glad that you chose me to help you with your little problem," I said.

"It wasn't exactly a little problem. If you really knew me you would understand that. I am not the kind of girl that decides to have sex with someone simply because I am horny. Before last night I had never had sex with anyone that I wasn't completely in love with. It was just that it has been so long and I have been so lonely out here."

"I understand. This is a first for me too. I haven't gone as long without as you but the last four months have been very difficult for me," I said. "This weekend has helped me a lot more than I would have thought."

"As wonderful as last night and this afternoon have been, when we get back to LA tomorrow this is all history. I have to ask you not to tell anyone about what we did here. I can't have those jackals know that I am not a lesbian or they will constantly be hitting on me."

"I understand," I said. "I won't even tell them that we came to Las Vegas this weekend. They will never know that we spent the weekend together."

"Thanks. Anyway we are not back in LA yet. We still have tonight, that is if you haven't already had enough of me," Joey said.

"I think I can handle another night of making love to you. As a matter of fact I know I can."

Joey got off the bed and walked over to the ice bucket where we had put a couple of bottles of beer on ice. As I watched her naked body move across the room I found myself erect again.

"You want a glass of beer?" Joey asked.

"Yes, but I also want a little more of that hot spot between your legs," I said.

Joey turned to look at me and saw my erection. "Oh, I see that something has come up. Let me see if I can find a place to put that," Joey said.

Joey picked up one of the beer bottles and two glasses and then climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips. As she settled herself down she reached between us and guided my cock into her pussy and then sat the rest of the way down taking me fully inside her. Joey didn't move her hips while she filled the two glasses with beer and handed me one of them.

"Okay, let's see if we can do this without spilling any of the beer," Joey said.

It was much easier for Joey to drink her beer because she was sitting upright. I was lying on my back and had to lift my head to sip the beer. That was difficult to do without spilling any, especially when Joey would wiggle her hips every time I tried to take a drink. Finally, Joey helped me lift my head and I chugged the rest of my beer. Then I started lifting my hips to push myself deeper into Joey and we soon had a rhythm going. After only a few minutes, Joey had an orgasm, which caused her to spill the remaining beer from her glass all over my chest. After that Joey set about the task of getting me off and did so less that five minutes later.

*****

I had gone back to my room to shower and put clean clothes on and Joey said that she was going to take a nap. I was somewhat proud of the fact that I had worn her out and she needed a nap and I didn't. 




Flight Delay



After my shower I sat on the bed and started to think about Kate. I didn't want to think about Kate right then. Especially after just is having had sex with Joey. So, I headed down to the casino to play some black jack.

The rest of the day and evening was just a blur. I must have played black jack for more than two hours with little to show for the effort. Joey arrived in the casino shortly after seven o'clock wearing the same sexy black dress she had worn the night before. When she found me at one of the black jack tables, she came over and kissed me on the cheek, which seemed to get the attention of the other three men at the table.

As we walked away from the table I said, "Are you sure that you wouldn't like one of the guys back at the black jack table to spend the night with you tonight?"

"I was thinking about all three of them but I already promised tonight to you," Joey said.

The rest of the night was almost a repeat of the previous night. We had a great dinner and then had great sex after which I went back to my room to sleep.

Sunday morning we didn't get downstairs for breakfast until almost ten o'clock. Right after breakfast we started the drive back to LA.

The last thing Joey said to me as she dropped me off at the Marriott was, "Don't act any different toward me than you did before this trip. No secret smiles or winks. No comments with double meanings. Okay?"

"Nobody will know where we were or what we did this weekend, I promise," I said.

*****

Over the next two and a half weeks we finished most of the project. All of the other project managers that had been working on the LA project, other than Joey and myself, had gone home. Most to them lived outside of Southern California so I told them I would stay and finish up the last of the customer acceptance inspections and close out the project. Joey stayed and helped me finish up.

A few days before the last site was turned over to the customer, Jack Brown called me.

"Jim, you have done an excellent job out there. The customer is happy and the company is happy. You'll have a nice bonus waiting for you when you get home," he said. "And speaking of home, Brian Sanders has retired and we would like you to come back and take over his job as manager of the engineering department. It's what we talked about. This is a good opportunity for you and no more travel."

To be honest, I hadn't put much thought into what I was going to do after the LA job ended.

"That sounds like a great opportunity but I am not sure if it is what I want now," I said.

"Really? I would have thought that you would jump at this," Jack said.

"How soon do you need a decision?"

"I can give you some time. How much do you need?"

"I'd like to take a couple of weeks off when we turn over the last site."

"All right. Take two weeks vacation and let me know what you want to do when you get back," Jack said. "How are things between you and Kate?"

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to her since June."

"Why? Whatever is going on between you two will not resolve itself. Just go talk to her and figure out what you're going to do," Jack said.

"Thanks, Jack," I said. "I'll talk to you in a couple of weeks."

The day before I was to meet with the customer to turn over the last site I stopped to have a drink with Joey. She was getting ready to leave LA in the morning.

"So, you're heading down to San Diego in the morning?" I said.

"Yes. I thought about going home but there is nothing there for me anymore. I'll just stay on the road and live in hotel rooms. I've gotten kind of used to it by now," Joey said. "Have you decided what you're going to do yet?"

"I am thinking of heading down to San Diego with you," I said.

"What? You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"If you think you are coming down to San Diego to be with me just forget it," Joey said. "We had our fun in Vegas and I will always remember that but I can't get any further involved with you."

"I am not asking you to get deeply involved with me. I was thinking more along the lines of being friends with benefits," I said.

"I told you I am not like that. Vegas was a one-time thing. I am hoping to open myself up a little while I'm in San Diego. Maybe I'll meet some one special down there. Besides, you are still in love with your wife."

"Where did you ever get that idea? Certainly not from me," I said.

"Have you asked her for a divorce yet?" Joey said.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess I just haven't gotten around to it yet."

"You haven't gotten around to it yet because you don't want to get a divorce. You're just waiting for some one else to solve your problem for you. Well, I can't and won't do that for you. Go home, Jim. Talk to your wife and see if you can save you marriage. You'll be happier if you settle that one way or the other."

When I got back to my room that night, I thought about what I was going to do. I knew that Joey and Jack were right. I was going to have to talk with Kate and settle things once and for all. I had been blocking my feelings about what she had done for the last several weeks. That was the only way I could get to sleep at night but now it was time to face up to the problem. Kate had cheated on me. How was I going to deal with that?

When I thought about it I got angry but that was the only emotion I felt. Shouldn't I have felt hurt? I guess I did feel a little hurt but not nearly as much as I had when I first found out about her affair. The odd thing is that because I couldn't really remember what Kyle Porter looked like I couldn't visualize the two of them together. 

Why did she do it? Had she been in love with Kyle all these years? I had a hard time accepting that but why else would she have an affair with him.

I thought back over our whole life together going back to when we met in college. I have a pretty good memory and I could not remember one time that Kate had every mentioned Kyle's name. When Kate and I first started having sex together we talked about our past. Not in detail but we did mention names of our previous serious relationships. Kate didn't include Kyle. As a matter of fact she said that she never dated anyone seriously while she was in high school. Would she have lied to me about Kyle back then? I didn't think so. 

Maybe it was just being home and away from me for a few days. She runs into an old boy friend and temptation takes over. I couldn't believe that either. Kate spent plenty of time away from me when I was away at job sites. She had never given me any reason to be suspicious but then I wasn't suspicious about her activities while she was in Cortland until I ran into Kevin at LAX.

Maybe she took a lover every time I left town on one of my assignments. Maybe Kyle was just one fling among many. If I go back and talk to her will I ever know the truth? Deep down inside I knew that I had to go home and talk to Kate. I only hoped that she would tell me the truth so that I could make the right decisions about my marriage and my career.

I tried to get my mind off Kate so I could get to sleep but I started thinking about Joey and what we had done in Vegas. Why didn't I feel guilty about it? I was still married to Kate so technically I did have an adulterous relationship with Joey. Did Kate's cheating give me the right to have an affair with Joey? That excuse didn't work for me. I know that two wrongs don't make a right. But I still didn't know why I didn't feel guilty. Is that the way Kate felt after fucking Kyle Porter? That didn't fit with the Kate I knew. She just couldn't cheat and not feel guilty about what she had done, but I never would have thought that I could cheat on Kate without feeling guilty about it.

I tried to analyze why I had sex with Joey. To begin with it wasn't my idea. I had never even considered it a remote possibility that I would ever in my life have sex with her. As far as I knew, she was a dyke. I went to Vegas with her thinking that it would be like going with one of the guys. She seduced me but I never hesitated one second when she invited me to go up to her room. I know that I didn't do it for revenge because the only time I thought about Kate while I was with Joey was when I compared their bodies and Joey's lack of pubic hair to Kate's full bush.

What did it say about me, that I could so easily go to bed with another woman? Could Joey have led me astray so easily if my marriage hadn't already been in trouble?

The questions I was asking myself only brought on more questions. Before I finally went to sleep, I decided two things. First, I was going to have to go talk to Kate and second I was going to tell her about Joey and me so she would know how badly she hurt me.

*****

At 11:30 AM Tuesday morning I walked away from the last of the work sites. I was done. I went back to my hotel to finish packing and while doing that I made a change of plans. I still wasn't ready top talk to Kate so I called the airline and changed my ticket to go to Syracuse instead of Atlanta. I decided that it might help me if I went home and talked to my parents. 

*****

I flew out to Syracuse Wednesday morning and arrived just after five o'clock that evening. I picked up a rental car and drove down to Cortland. I had called the night before to tell mom and dad I was coming. They were happy that I was coming to see them but they were disappointed that Kate wasn't coming with me. I didn't tell them why she wasn't going to be with me. I was saving that for when I saw them because I knew it would upset them. They both liked Kate very much.

I got to the house just before eight that evening and received the requisite hugs and handshakes a visit with parents entails. Somehow during the evening I managed to avoid the topic of why Kate wasn't with me. My mom just assumed that it was because it was during the school term and Kate couldn't get away. 

We ate some ice cream and I told them about the project in LA that I just finished and my dad asked me when I would be done with all the travel.

"Soon, dad," was all I said.

In the morning I had breakfast with mom and dad and then mom left for work. It turned out that my father had taken the day off so we could play golf. It was only forty-five degrees outside but we played twenty-seven holes. We were having such a good time that I just couldn't bring myself to tell dad about Kate and the troubles we were having.

That evening I took mom and dad out to dinner at their favorite restaurant. Again I couldn't broach the subject of Kate's infidelity. At that point I decided I wasn't going to tell my parents until after I spoke to Kate and made a final decision about what I was going to do.

On Friday, while mom and dad were at work I drove up to Tully to see Bob Harold, a friend of mine from my high school days. Bob ran an auto parts store in Tully but he still lived in Cortland.

As soon as Bob saw me walk in the door he looked at the guy next to him and said, "Keep an eye on this guy, he looks like trouble." Then he came around from behind the counter and gave me a bear hug.

"Jesus, Jim, where the hell did you come from?" Bob said.

"I was out in LA on a project and decided to stop in Cortland and see the parents before going back down to Atlanta. You know I couldn't come through Cortland without stopping to say hello," I said.

"Well, I'm sure as hell glad you did," Bob said and then turned to the guy behind the counter and said, "Take over for me, John. I have to take this guy out and buy him some lunch before he starts stealing everything in the store."

We drove over to a greasy spoon diner out near the I-81 interchange. The conversation was the usual get caught up to date stuff.

"You'll never guess who I ran into at the airport in LA back in June," I said. "I was sitting waiting for a flight to Atlanta when suddenly I find Kevin Murray standing in front of me."

"You ran into Kevin in LA? What are the odds of that happening? When was the last time you saw him?" Bob said.

"I hadn't seen Kevin since the summer after we got out of high school," I said. "The last time was actually his going away party before he went into the service. He told me he saw you summer before last."

"He did. He stopped by my house and we had a couple of beers. He was in town for a few days to visit his parents," Bob said.

We talked about Kevin and some of the stupid things we used to do when we were in high school. Then without really thinking about it I asked, "Do you remember Kyle Porter from school?"

"Vaguely. Wasn't he a year behind us? I remember he was kind of an asshole but I don't think I've seen him since high school," Bob said. "Why?"

"No reason. It's just that Kevin told me he saw Kyle at the Cortland Holiday Inn last time he was home," I said. Then to change the subject I said, "Are you still living in Cortland?"

"Yeah. I know it seems foolish to commute seventeen miles up here everyday but I don't want to sell my house in Cortland," Bob said.

"Seventeen mile commute huh? Boy, that must be tough," I said while laughing.

"What's so funny about that?" Bob said.

"How long does it take you to get to work in the morning?"

"Twenty-five minutes," Bob said.

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to drive seventeen miles in Atlanta or LA during the morning or evening rush?" I said. "You be lucky to make it in an hour. A twenty-five minute commute is nothing."

After lunch I rode over to Song Mountain with Bob so he could deliver some parts they needed to get their snow cats ready for the coming ski season. Bob never did go back to work that day. After we left Song Mountain we drove over to local tavern and had a few beers, played some darts and a couple of games of pool. It was after eight o'clock when we left the bar and headed back to the store to pick up my car. 

Bob and I said our goodbyes and I headed back to Cortland. As I approached my exit from I-81 I saw the Cortland Holiday Inn and felt a sudden chill. I don't know what it was that drew me in but I soon found myself walking into the bar at the Holiday Inn. It was kind of like I was going to the scene of the crime. As I stood in the entrance to the bar and looked around I though about the scene that Kevin had described to me. Kyle and Kate sitting in a booth making out. 

What I saw didn't fit what Kevin had told me. The bar area was open to the dining room, which was a couple of steps below the level of the bar. There were a few stools along the bar and a few tables on the bar level. There were no booths in the bar. What did that mean? If there were no booths then Kate could not have been making out with Kyle Porter in a booth, so why did Kevin say they were? 

I wandered over to the bar and sat on one of the stools as I tried to understand what this might mean. Was it possible that this whole thing was a misunderstanding? No, that wasn't possible. Was the fact that there were no booths important? Maybe Kate and Porter were sitting at a table when Kevin saw them and he just forgot and told me it was a booth. Again, what did it matter?

"What can I get ya?" 

I looked up to find the bartender was standing in front of me. 

"Give me a... Give me Bud." I wasn't sure I should have anymore to drink but I ordered a beer anyway.

I don't know what I had hoped to find there but I felt like there had to be a reason for me to have come into the bar. I looked around at the patrons, mostly older couples probably ranging in age from upper thirties to the mid fifties. I noticed one table with six women that all looked to be in their late thirties sitting together.

Why would Kate have even been at the Holiday Inn? It didn't seem to be the kind of place she would have gone to with her friends.

When the bartender returned with my beer I asked him if there had ever been booths in the bar.

"Yeah, they remodeled the place last year," he said. "Over where those steps that go down into the dining room there used to be a wall. There were three booths along that wall. Management decided to get rid of the booths because they didn't like the image they gave the place."

"Why is that?" I said.

"It was dark in that part of the bar so couples used to sit over there and make out," he said. "The manager thought it made the place look kind of seedy."

Seedy, yes, what my wife did in that booth nearly a year and a half ago was definitely seedy behavior. The bartender wandered away and I sat peeling the label off of the beer bottle I was holding. A few minutes later a guy that looked to be about my age, six feet tall and about twenty pounds over weight came in and sat a couple of stools down from me. His mousy brown hair was very thin on top and he was using the classic comb over to try to hide his bald dome. It wasn't a good look for him. I wondered for a moment if he ever bothered to look at himself in the mirror. That thought gave me a moment of levity. 

I was back to working on my bottle, trying to get the label off in one piece, when the bartender came around to get the new customer's order.

"Hi, George," the new guy said. "How you doin' tonight?"

"I'm good, Kyle. How are you?" George, the bartender, said. "What'll you have?"

Kyle? Could it be Kyle Porter that was sitting two stools away from me?

"Peppermint Schnapps," Kyle said.

I waited until the George moved off to get Kyle's drink.

"Are you Kyle Porter?" 

"Yeah. Do I know you?" Kyle said.

"I'm Jim Patterson," I said and watched Kyle for his reaction. There wasn't one.

"Oh, yeah, I remember you. You graduated a year ahead of me, right?" Kyle said.

'Right." 

It seemed that Kyle didn't know that Kate was my wife. If he didn't know, I thought, maybe I could get some information out of him about the night he spent with Kate before I dragged his ass outside and beat the piss out of him. I knew that I had to go slow. I didn't want him to realize that I was pumping him for information so I just tried to engage him in conversation.

"You staying here at the hotel?" I said.

"No. I live in town, I just like to come out here to look for women," Kyle said as he moved over to sit next to me.

I looked around the room and then back at Kyle. "Are these the women you are looking for? I asked.

"I know they are older but they come out here looking for a good time and I make myself available," Kyle said. "It's sex with no strings and these women are good in bed. See that group over there?" Kyle pointed to the six women I had noticed earlier. "I have scored with two of those women and on more than one occasion."

How could Kate have spent the night with this loser? She couldn't possibly have had feelings for him and I can't believe that he could have seduced her. What the hell was she thinking?

"So, what do you do when you get one of these women interested? Do you take them home with you?" I asked.

"No. The hotel manager is a good friend of mine. If I have a lady friend he lets me rent a room for thirty bucks for the night."

"How does he get away with that?" I asked.

"There are always empty rooms so he can let me take a room that would otherwise be vacant for a reduced room rate. It's a win-win situation for the hotel and for me."

"How often do you come out here?"

"Two or three times a week, whenever I feel the need for some action," Kyle said.

"How often do you score?"

"Often enough that I am getting more sex now than I did when I was married," Kyle said.

"I seem to remember that you dated Margie Cooper in high school?" I said.

"I did for a little while," Kyle said.

I didn't see any concern on Kyle's face when I mentioned Margie's name. It struck me as odd that she wouldn't have mentioned who she married when she was with him. I guessed that I could always ask Kate why she didn't tell him, that is if I ever talked to her again. 




Flight Delay



"Did you ever tap that?" I said. I was ashamed of myself for asking the question that way but I had to keep Kyle off guard.

"Not in high school," Kyle said.

"Not in high school? Does that mean that you got it on with her after high school?" I asked.

"I did and it was a memorable night," Kyle said but he didn't smile.

"Memorable, huh? Was she that good?" I said. I felt my stomach tightened up and my palms began to sweat.

"No. It was the absolute worst," Kyle said.

"She wasn't any good in bed? I gotta hear this," I said.

"Really? Okay. It was the summer before last. I came out here one night and saw Margie sitting with some of her old friends from high school. I hadn't seen Margie since we graduated so I went over to say hello. We talked for a few minutes but she didn't seem all that interested in talking to me so I went back over to the woman I had been sitting with," Kyle said.

"You already had a woman and you left her to hit on Margie?"

"No. It wasn't like that. I just went over to say hello to Margie. I knew I had no chance of getting her into bed."

"But you did get her into bed, right?" I said.

"I did but not that night. It was two or three nights later. I was out here and no one was around. There were only a few people in the bar and I was about to call it a night and go home when Margie walked in. She looked around like she was looking for someone and then sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

"She looked kind of unhappy and I was thinking I should avoid her but I didn't. I wish I had. I sat down next to her and asked her if she was all right. She told me she was fine and we just started talking. I asked her why she was there and she said that she was looking for her friend Sue Schaefer. Then I made my second mistake of the night. I told her that she appeared to be unhappy about something when she came in. Margie told me that her mother was driving her crazy and then she started complaining about how her husband had ruined her vacation and the more she talked the angrier she got. 

"I got to tell ya, at that point I was just looking for a chance to get the hell out of there but I didn't want to be rude and get up and leave while she was still talking."

"Who's her husband?" I said.

"Don't know. She never said and I didn't ask," Kyle said. Margie went on for about ten minutes about how pissed off she was and then I asked her if her husband knew that she was so angry with him. She said that he didn't know and I told her that she should let him know. She told me I was right and that she should do something to let him know how angry she was. Margie told me to order her a martini and then she got up to go to the lady's room. 

"I was thinking of telling her that I had to leave, I really was but when she came back she took my hand and suggested we take our drinks and go sit in one of the booths. As she slid into the booth I noticed that she had removed her rings. I guess I should have run right then but the thought that I might actually have a chance of bedding Margie God damn Cooper kept me from leaving.

"Margie asked me what I had been up to since high school while she quickly finished off her first martini and ordered another. When George delivered Margie's drink, she gulped down about half of it and then told me to kiss her. Well, we sat in the booth for forty-five minutes drinking and making out. Margie managed to polish off four martinis and seemed to be feeling pretty good. That's when I made my final mistake. I suggested we get a room and Margie agreed."

Kate drank four martinis? She was never much of a drinker so why would she have had that much to drink?

"As soon as we walked into the room, Margie said, 'Let's fuck' and then started removing her clothes. When I didn't start taking my clothes off right away, Margie told me to hurry up and get undressed. She was beginning to slur her words when she told me I had to use a condom. I had several condoms with me and had one out of my wallet in a flash. I got to tell you that from there on it was strange. There was no more kissing, no foreplay; she just watched me put the condom on and then told me to stick it in her. Margie got on her back, pulled her knees up and spread them and then told me to hurry up and put it in. Then she just lay there like a dead frog while I did the work. It was so bad that I couldn't get off so I actually had to fake an orgasm just to get it over with. 

"As soon as I rolled off her, Margie ran into the bathroom and started puking. She was in there puking her guts out for about fifteen minutes. I tried to help her but she was making me gag. When she finally settled down, she took a shower and I put her to bed. When I was sure she was going to be all right I went home."

"You left her there alone?" I said.

"What else could I do? I knew she wasn't going to be happy in the morning and I was certain that she wouldn't want to see me when she woke up. I'll tell you one thing; I'll never go near an angry married woman again. A married woman out looking to have a good time with a guy is one thing but a woman out because she is angry is someone you don't want to get involved with."

I sat shaking my head. I didn't know what to think of Kyle's story. Guys who are willing to tell you about their sexual exploits are more likely to embellish the story to make themselves look better than to make the story sound so pathetic. I also didn't know what to think of Kyle. When I first found out about Kate's fling I had visions of my beating the shit out of Kyle Porter but after listening to him I felt that he was just as pathetic as the story he told me. Looking at Kyle sitting next to me I felt more sorrow than anger.

"Hey, I gotta go," I said. "Nice talking to ya, Kyle," 

"Yeah, good to see you too," Kyle said.

When I got to the door I turned to look back into the bar and watched as Kyle walked over to the six women sitting together. They all seemed to welcome him to their table. "Pathetic, they're all fuckin pathetic," I mumbled to myself as I left.

That night I lay in bed trying to understand why Kate had felt the need to have sex with Kyle that night. From what Kyle told me it sure as hell didn't sound like he had seduced her or that she was in love with him. It sounded more like she had done it to punish me but that just didn't make sense. Sure, I had to cancel our vacation plans but that was no reason for her to run out and fuck some other guy. It finally sank into my brain that the only way I would ever know why she did it is if she would tell me the truth about it and the only way that could happen is if I went home and talked to her.

*****

Saturday morning I had breakfast with my parents and then headed back to the airport in Syracuse. I had already booked my flight to Atlanta by way of Cincinnati. 

"Did you call Kate to let her know what time you would be home?" my mother asked. 

"No, I want to surprise her," I said. Shock her would be more accurate.

When I arrived in Atlanta, I took a cab from the airport and arrived at the house a little after four o'clock that afternoon. There was no car in the driveway and the garage door was closed so there was no way I could tell if Kate was home our not. I carried my bags up the sidewalk to the front door and hesitated for a few minutes. My anxiety level suddenly spiked. What if Kate wasn't alone? How would I handle that? Should I ring the doorbell or should I just walk in? These thoughts and more were running through my mind in random order as I stood outside the door.

I had to get a grip. It was still my house and if Kate had someone in there with her I would throw his ass out and her along with him. I don't know why I would think that she would have someone there with her anyway. I checked the door and it was locked. That was not unusual, we always kept the front door locked because we seldom used it. I unlocked the door with my key and walked into the house.

I stood in the foyer for a moment and listened. I thought I heard something in the kitchen but I wasn't sure. When I dropped my bags next to the stairway I heard Kate's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Who's there?" she yelled in a startled voice.

I didn't say anything and a moment later Kate came around the corner and saw me. She froze for a moment and then put her hand up to her face, covering her mouth. I saw her shoulders begin to move up and down and soon her whole body was shaking and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Kate looked terrible. She looked like she had lost quite a bit of weight. Her face was pale and drawn with dark circles under her eyes. Looking at her almost made me want to cry.

"You're home?" she said.

"For the moment," I said. "It's time for us to talk and decide where we go from here."

"I was praying that you'd come talk to me. I had almost given up hope. I thought that I had lost you forever," she said.

"We'll talk and then see what happens. You understand that I won't tolerate any lies."

"I won't lie to you, I promise. Why don't we go into the living room?"

I followed Kate into the living room and waited for her to sit before I chose a seat. As angry as I was feeling toward her I couldn't help but admire her strength at that moment. She never looked down or away from me. She held my eyes with hers as I sat down across from her. You might think that her looking at me that way was an act of defiance but that is not what it was. She wanted me to know that she was prepared to tell me the truth. There was no deception in her eyes.

"Jim, I will tell you everything. I want you to know that I am sorry for what I did and have been ever since the night I did it. If you want I'll just tell you what happened or you can just ask questions. I promise that I will answer truthfully."

"Why don't you just tell me your story and I'll decide if you are telling me the truth or not. I'll save my questions until later." I said.

Kate nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Okay. I guess you never knew how angry I was when you cancelled our vacation to go to Seattle. The pressure had been building up for a long time. I know I had agreed that you should take the PM job for four years but it wasn't as easy to deal with as I had thought it would be. You were gone more than you were home and I was lonely. I missed you all the time. You have to know that I never once thought of cheating on you. It was you I missed and I didn't want to be with anyone else," Kate said.

"Then why did you cheat?" I said.

"I'll try to explain that but you have to let me tell you everything," Kate said. "When you told me that we had to cancel our vacation I couldn't believe it. I wanted to scream but I tried to keep myself under control. I almost lost it a couple of times but I got control of myself again. Later I wondered why you didn't suggest that I go to Seattle with you. Then I started thinking that you didn't want to be with me. I thought that maybe you accepted the Seattle assignment so that you wouldn't have to go on vacation with me. I kept telling myself that wasn't true but part of me still wondered about it.  

"Then you said that you had an idea for something I could do while you were working in Seattle and I thought that you were going to suggest that I go with you. I started to get excited but then you suggested that I go to Cortland to visit my parents instead of asking me to go with you. I couldn't imagine how you would have thought that a week with my parents would make up for losing a week with you in Key West. I was still angry but I kept telling myself that I shouldn't be angry with you for doing your job and that I would feel better about things in a day or two. 

"That didn't happen. When I got to my parents I told my mother about you canceling our vacation so you could run out to Seattle. I guess my mother thought she was being supportive by taking my side but she didn't know when to stop. Instead of helping she was making things worse. 

"I thought that going out with my old friends would make me feel better and it did for a while. We went out and had dinner at the Holiday Inn and then sat in the bar and had a few drinks while we talked about what everyone had done since high school. I saw Kyle Porter sitting with a woman that was at least ten years older than him and pointed them out to Sue Schaefer. Sue told me that Kyle hangs out at the Holiday Inn bar and picks up older women. We all laughed about that for a few minutes. 

"A little while later Kyle came over to the table to say hello."

"So you made a date to go out with him?" I said. I wanted to see how close her story would be to what Kyle had told me but I didn't want to make it too easy for her.

"No, I didn't make a date with him. Actually I think I was kind of rude to him."

"Why would you be rude to your old high school sweetheart?" I said.

"Kyle was never my high school sweetheart."

"So how did you end up in bed with him at the Holiday Inn?"

"I'm getting to that," Kate said. "You have to understand that since the day we began dating in college until that night I had never cheated on you and had never even thought of doing anything like that until that night. Since then I can swear to you that nothing like that has ever happened again. I know you must have doubts now but I do love you."

"You say you love me but you fucked your old boyfriend," I said. "Do you still love him too?"

"No. I was never in love with Kyle. He was never my boyfriend."

"You dated him in high school, didn't you?"

"Yes, but he wasn't my boyfriend. My best friend Kate Mitchell was going steady with his best friend David Bradshaw. Kate and Dave kept dragging Kyle and me on dates with them. I went out with him four or five times. He and I were never anything more than friends and not very close friends at that. You are the only man I love. Before you found out about this, did you ever doubt that I loved you?" Kate said.

"No, but is that because I was a fool?"

Kate began to cry but she didn't look away from me. "You are not a fool and never have been one. You knew that I loved you because I did and still do."

"So, are you trying to tell me that Kyle seduced you? That his charms were just too much for you to resist?" I asked. "Or maybe he drugged you?"

"No. He didn't drug me and he didn't seduce me."

"Okay, Kate. I don't know what you are playing at but you are confusing the hell out of me," I said. "You said that you loved me and that you didn't love him and never did and then you said that he didn't seduce you and that he didn't drug you. So how did you end up in bed with him?" 

I was about to find out if Kate's version of the events of that night were the same as Kyle's.

"I already told you, it started the night I was out with my friends," Kate started. "Kyle came over to our table to talk to me. We were all just chatting and having a good time and I didn't pay much attention to Kyle so he left after about ten minutes. Before we all went home I asked the girls if any of them would be able to go out again that week. Only Sue Schaefer said that she might be able to get out for a while. She told me that she had to work late Thursday evening and that if she finished early enough she would stop by the Holiday Inn on her way home. 

"That night when I got to bed I thought about why I felt so angry about your canceling our vacation but instead of calming myself I got more angry. I began to realize that my anger went deeper than just that cancelled vacation. I couldn't sleep. I just tossed and turned and thought about all of the times we had to cancel plans and I just accepted it. I tried to direct my anger at Jack but I know that you had never stood up to him so my anger was directed at you. 

"I spent all day Wednesday and Thursday with my mother and she was making me crazy. She kept telling me that I couldn't let you get off easy for canceling our vacation and then out of the blue she asked me if I thought that you might be having an affair. I told her that I would never believe that but it just increased my feelings of frustration and anger. Thursday night I had to get out of the house so I drove over to the Holiday Inn and went into the bar hoping that Sue would be there but she wasn't.

"I sat at the bar and ordered a drink while I waited to see if Sue would show up. Suddenly Kyle was sitting next to me. He told me that I looked unhappy and the next thing I knew I was telling him everything."

"While you were bitching to Kyle about what a terrible husband you had, did you happen to mention my name?" I said.

Kate just looked at me like she didn't understand what I was saying.

"Did you mention my name to Kyle? Did you tell him who I was?"

"No."

"Why not."

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want him to know," Kate said. "Anyway, by the time I finished telling Kyle why I was in Cortland without you I was almost in a rage. I could feel the blood burning in my face. That's when Kyle suggested that I should do something to make sure you knew how angry I was. Somehow, in my disturbed state, that made sense to me. I felt that I needed to do something to punish you. 

"I started drinking martinis and we moved from the bar into a booth. I don't remember when I actually decided that I was going to have sex with Kyle that night but I knew that it was going to happen. I am not proud of this, but when I felt the martinis starting to kick in I started making out with Kyle in the booth like we were a couple of teenagers. That's when Kyle suggested that we get a room."

"So what you are trying to tell me is that you were so angry with me that you went to the Holiday Inn and got drunk then went to bed with Kyle Porter?" I said.

"No. The first part yes. I did go out to the Holiday Inn that night because I was angry but I didn't go to bed with Kyle because I was drunk. I got drunk so that I could go to bed with him. I never could have made myself do that if I was sober. I decided to let Kyle have me because I was angry but I had to get drunk so that I could go through with it. 

I was stunned. "I can't believe that you could have been that angry," I said. "I find it hard to believe that you would do something so stupid just because you were mad at me. Why didn't you talk to me about it instead of jumping into bed with a pathetic lounge lizard?"  

"Don't you think I asked myself that same question over and over? I would never have believed that I was capable of doing anything so destructive," Kate said. 

"Was the sex worth it? Did you enjoy it?" I said.

"God, no. I know I did it but I don't actually remember much of what happened once we got up to the room. Anyway, as soon as it was over I went into the bathroom and got extremely sick. I vaguely remember taking a shower and going to bed. When I woke up in the morning I was in the room by myself. That weasel Kyle didn't even stay with me to make sure I was okay. I guess it was actually a good thing that he wasn't there.  I really didn't want to face him after what I had done.

"I was sick most of the day, not because of the hang over but because of what I had done. The anger was gone and all I had left was the guilt. I was disgusted with myself. I have been trying to make it up to you ever since that night. I've tried to show you how much I love you. 

"Jim, if you think my explanation of what I did sounded rehearsed you'd be right. I have been worried that you might find out someday and that I would have to face you with the truth about that night. I have been thinking about and rehearsing what I would tell you for almost a year and a half. I wanted to make sure that if you ever found out and confronted me about it that I wouldn't panic and try to lie my way out of it. I wrote it all down in my journal. What I was feeling and what I did and why and then I even wrote the scrip for how I would tell you about it. To be honest I was praying that I would never have to tell you.




Flight Delay



It's been four and a half years since I've last seen my beloved Pinas. When I was finally allowed by the company to take a 3 month leave, I decided to make the most out of it. With some ample fund, I decided to have a little Asian or ASEAN side trip, before coming home.

After packing my belongings, to include a little pasalubong for my mom and dad, I secured my ticket bound for Brunei. I was lucky to have a windows seat. On the way to the check-in counter, I happen to notice a pretty girl arguing with the airline reservation officials. She was around 5'4", black hair, average body type , wearing tight fitting jeans that reveal a shapely curve. "Wow", I said to myself..."what a babe! She seems to have problem" So I walked past some queuing passengers to inquire. I found out that she was trying to ask for ticket. She might be chance passenger. 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, all seats have been taken," the official said

"But I need to go to Manila now. I will miss my sister's wedding"

I approached the official and asked to go over the list. I noticed that the list was full.

"Miss maybe you have to try to look for another flight", I said, "there are many passengers waiting in the line", as I pointed to the queue.

She looked at me and I noticed that her eyes were bright hazel. She probably wears contacts.

"Could you help me sir?" Her voice was so soothing.

"I'm a passenger as well miss"

"Please"

"I will try. But I can't promise anything."

"Thanks" and she left the counter.

I asked the personnel if there are really no available seats for the flight, and I was told that the best is for her to wait if she could still be accommodated. So I went to the girl and told her what transpired. The flight was due in 3 hours. 

"I don't want to miss my sister's wedding"

"All we could do is wait and hope".

Less than 30 minutes later, the official called us. He said some passenger canceled her booking, providing an open seat for the girl. The girl immediately bought a ticket, then she looked at me and asked "what is your seat?"

"Seat 20 A"

"Can I have Seat 20B?", she asked.

"Certainly", the official said.

"Wow, we would be seatmates in the flight", I told myself. I was beginning to be a bit anxious, my heart beating fast with excitement, but most excited was my cock. The thought of having as flight companion a pretty, innocent-looking girl is enough to make an impression on my pants. And my tour has not yet started

"We haven't formally been introduced. My name is Gilbert"

"Angelica, but you may call me Girlie"...

"My friends call me Boyet."

After an exchange of pleasantries, we anxiously waited for our boarding call. Girlie was a spritely conversationalist. She would be the one talking most of the time, if only to get rid of the boredom. She often gesticulates, a sight that impresses me a lot. Not just so because she seemed excited about the flight, but in the way she makes a point. My eyes can't eschew from looking at her figure, her breasts dancing as she mimics family members' movements, her slim waist that reminds me of Venus De Milo, and the curvaceous ass concealed in her tight-fitting blue jeans. She had...what was it... a Close Up smile....I was wrong about her eyes, though. They were for real. She was half Caucasian and half Asian. My mouth salivates at the mere image. I was having a hard-on, and I tried to cover the front of my pants with my laptop. She may have noticed it though, because she looked at where I placed my laptop, smiled at me and looked away.

We boarded the airplane past eight in the morning, and after quickly settling our hand carry-items, we relaxed as the Boeing 747 taxied to lift up. I felt a little tired at that time, and I know so was she, and in no time at all, we both drifted to sleep. 

I opened my eyes a bit and I felt her head leaning toward my shoulders. I was kinda hesitant about this, because we were just new acquaintances. I jerked my shoulder and she woke up. 

"Its ok, I was just adjusting myself so you can sleep."

"Thanks...I really need some sleep."

This time around, she held my arm like I was her fiancé and tucked herself back to sleep., her long black hair covering her face. I felt the urge to touch them and caress them and move them away from her face. She noticed this too, and looked up and smiled again.

After a long flight we were finally in Bandar Seri Begawan. We were on the way to the transit area when a flight attendant waved a placard at us.

"Passengers of Flight BR201 bound for Manila", the attendant called, "Calling all passengers of Flight BR201 bound for Manila"

Girlie and I, together with several passengers, moved closer to the attendant.

"Yes?"

"Your flight has been delayed."

"What?"

"Due to heavy rain and thunderclouds, our Airbus has meet serious technical difficulties", the lady attendant was trying to explain in halting English.

"So are we stuck here?" Girlie asked, impatiently.

"Your flight originally scheduled at 9 pm today was moved to 10 a.m. in the morning"

I looked at Girlie's expression, then I asked, "isn't the wedding of your sister tonight?"

"Not tonight, tomorrow night. And I still don't have a dress to wear." 

I asked the attendant about the accommodation while waiting for our new flight. She said the airline company has taken care of that. In other words, we stay for a few hours in Brunei. Complete accommodation to include food for lunch, dinner and breakfast. 

The attendant pointed at the white coaster near the exit of the terminal, "that will lead you to our airport hotel, sir, ma'am". She thought we were a couple.

We decided to bring only the essentials and not to touch our checked-in luggage. When we arrived in the hotel, there were a lot of passengers at the hotel.

"I'm sorry sir but there are very few available rooms here to settle for individual private rooms." the front desk receptionist said.

It was Girlie's turn to look at me, smirked and leaned towards the receptionist, "we will take your deluxe room, queen size bed please."

Suddenly my cock quivered with the excitement of things to come....

Flight Delay Part 2

By mok

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked Girlie, my expression hiding the excitement.

"Yes I do. Does it bother you to share a room with me?" She asked with a smile.

"Er...not at all, I would be delighted." 

"You seem to be a gentleman for me."

Girlie smiled and glanced down at my pants. She giggled a bit when her eyes darted on my crouch. Then she took my hand and we walked towards the elevator.

"I'll try...hehehe!" I told myself.

As we passed by the hall leading to the elevator I noticed a couple of flight attendants looking at us. One of them, the taller and slimmer one, seemed familiar and waved at me. But because Girlie was with me, I simply smiled at them as if nothing.

We were billeted at the 4th floor of the airport hotel. Girlie was carrying the card key. As soon as we entered the room she locked the door and surprised me with a hug. I was still carrying our hand-carry items including my laptop and I almost got outbalanced.

"Oops...sorry dear", Girlie said, still smiling.

It feels wonderful, I thought, that she was calling me "dear" even if we were simply strangers earlier.

"I just wanna hug you, it's not so bad, isn't it?"

"Ah...ok..."

"Hmm...you have other plans?" She was giving me the looks. It was simply electrifying that I could not hide my pretensions no longer. The hard-on I was having at the mere thought of us fucking is making me nuts. 

"Err..my plans?"

We were still standing, her arms still wrapped around my neck. 

"Yes?"

"We...ehem...rest first...and then...we go...shopping...for your dress...", I said stuttering, my face a bit red and my face sweating. She knew that I was having a hard time being a gentleman for her. And she gave me her widest smile.

"Good idea then!"

We kissed. I let my bags drop on the floor.

She was kissing me passionately on the mouth that it was difficult to gasp for air. 

"Mmmmmmmm.....mmmmm......mmmmmm.....mmmmmmm...."

We were French kissing, licking each other's tongue. Her hands moved quicker than mine, as she removed my jacket before I could even touch her neck. She unbuttoned my polo and bared my chest.

"Hmm...nice chest... you work out?" She asked to which I simply nodded.

She kissed me in the neck, flicking her tongue in the most sensitive parts. I could only moan a bit as she moved her lips and tongue around my neck, then down to my chest.

"Mmmm.... Girlie....you know what you're doing...mmmm"

"Mmmm....", she looked at me, teasingly.

She kissed and licked my bare chest, flicking her tongue up and down. She sucked the left and right nipple with gusto, and slowly her lips and tongue glided down to my torso...mmmm...mmmm...mmmm... She moved her lips up again to my chest, my neck and found my lips and we continued to lock our lips and tongue. She moved her hands towards my crouch, feeling and caressing the hardened impression that was my cock. I decided I was not to be defeated by her, so I slowly removed her sweater. She was wearing a blue T shirt that was tight-fitting, it finally revealed her 34C cup breasts... I caressed them, rubbing my thumbs at the nips while she continues to play along with my cock from the outside of my pants... 

"mmmm....yessss... do it ...", she slowly moans as she stopped kissing me, grasping for air. I started to kiss her neck and ears...my turn to flick my tongue all around the erogenous parts. She begins to moan, louder this time, my hands continue to inflict sensations around her boobs. I moved my lips down, slowly, towards her left breast and I kissed and licked it from outside her shirt. Then the right side...

"ohhh ....mmm... feels so gooood....yeahh....hmmmm....", she repeated her moans, one hand now on my head, caressing it, begging for me to continue. I obliged.

We moved, as if dancing to empty music, and slowly found the bedside. She immediately went on top of me, slowly removed my belt buckle and unzipped my fly, and pulled out my 7 ¼" cock. 

"Nice"

Girlie licked her lips first before slowly flicked her tongue on the tip of my erect member. She licked the sides and worked her way down to my balls. She continued doing so for a few minutes, bobbing her head up and down while her lips and tongue continued their mastery of my cock. She stopped, used her hand and moved my shaft up and down. She looked at me and smiled again. 

"You like it, dear?"

"ohh yes baby...continue please..." 

Without warning she engulfed my balls, sucking them one at a time. The sensation was heightened by the quick pace of her handjob. She was jerking me, but at the same time making me want to control. 

"ohhh ....mmmm....shiittttttttt... yeahhhh....mmmm..", I was moaning a bit louder now, but she continues to lick and suck my balls while masturbating my hard-as-steel cock. She knows how to do a handjob really well, caressing the tip of my head with her thumb, and jerking it like a screw.

Her tongue was all over my member, and even found its way to my inner thighs. She moved up and down, flicked and licked and sucked and kissed. I was delirious. Then she slowly moved her lips and tongue upward, from my thigh, to my balls, to my shaft and then she started sucking my whole member. "Ahhh...mmm...yesss...dear....you're so good" I was speaking haltingly while she bobbed her head up and down my prick. It was an enjoyable sight as well. She knew how to do corkscrew blowjob, and by far, she is the best.

"mmm.... hmmm.... ommmp...mmmm... hmmm..ommmp...ahhh... mmmm" was all the sound she could do. Little did I know that she was also playing with her pussy from over her pants. She was trying to unbutton her fly as well. I reached out to try to help her but she pushed me down and sucked my cock even harder. I let loose a long moan. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Then she stopped, undressed, and I was amazed at this glorious body. She was wearing a black t-back and bra, and I noticed her pussy was trimmed, not shaved. Before I could reach her she held me down one more time, playfully rubbed my cock with her breasts then continued sucking me. As if she wants to milk my cock. Girlie then stopped and as she was about to sit and lower her dripping pussy into my cock, I lifted her body and turned her around. "My turn" I said, as I began to kiss her full in the mouth, then lowered by lips and tongue on her neck and ears. My hands found their targets easily, caressing and rubbing and playing with her breasts and tits. My mouth worked its ways around the back of her neck, my tongue gently playing and flipping around. "oooohhh that was.....ahhhh... shitt...geezz...ahhh", she could not say what she wanted to, my lips and tongue prevented her.

My mouth took over from my hands and fingers, sucking and nibbling and licking her tits with the same pace she did with my cock. She moaned louder and louder while I changed from left to right nipple. My hands this time slowly searched for her wet cunt, caressing and touching and rubbing her tummy and thighs. I raised her left leg and rubbed my fingers up and down her thigh as it worked its way towards her pussy. I continued to lick and suck her boobs while I gently touched her labia.

"Ohhh Gilbert....my ....ohhh....hmmmm.." she moaned mentioning my name.

Tired of the 'breast attack', my mouth and tongue tickled its way down, stopping at her navel to give it a good licking, while my fingers examined the her inner lips. Gently I touched her clit and caressed. It was driving Girlie crazy. My mouth finally reached her soaking hole and I started to lick her clit, her vulva and her lavia, slowly moving my tongue up and down. I parted her cunt with my fingers and inserted my tongue like a cobra, jerking it back and forth.

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .....my god..... ahhhhh..... aiieeeee"

I lifted her thighs higher, putting them on my shoulder so I was free to play around with her pussy. While my tongue continued to lick the inner walls of her vagina, my thumb rubbed her clit continuously. Suddenly she began to stiffen, held my head and I tasted her cum. I stopped a bit to lick her clit this time while I finger fucked her. She moaned and cried and she had her second cum.

Not wasting anymore time, I moved upward and inserted my hardened prick inside her. The thrust was slow, because I wanted us both to feel and enjoy the fucking. She grabbed my butt and moved it up and down a bit hurriedly. She was really horny, the way I see it.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah ah" she cried while I was pumping her like mad. I kissed her to suppress her moans.

"hmmm Girlie.... ahhh... yessss... ohhh ....mmm.. mmmm. Mmmm...ahhh....mmmm", it was my turn to moan

Our pumping was rhythmic...we could hear the creaking of the bed as we fucked and fucked.

"you like it baby...hhhmm...ohh...ohhh"

"yesss.... Ahhh...your cock is big...ahhh..."

"you like my big cock in your pussy...hmmm mmmm...mmmm...mmm"

"ahhh ahhh yess.. ahh yess... ahhh...ohhh ...I'm cumming again..."

"go ahead... ahhh... cumm.... please....cumm...."

Girlie let out a loud moan and quivered...her pussy lips held my cock tightly like a vise grip that I had to increase the rhythm of my pumping...her cum just lubricated my cock even more.

I asked her to turn around so I can fuck her doggie style. She did. And in seconds I was humping her from behind. The sound of flesh hitting flesh made us even crazier, and within minutes, she reached her climax once more.

"Baby, I want to swallow your juice", she said

"wait...hhmm ahhh...I am... almost....about to...."

I removed my pulsating member just in time. She quickly turned around and my sperm hit her chin. Not wanting to waste any more of it, she leaned forward to take all of my cock inside her mouth, as I unloaded jizz upon jizz of protein juice. She really swallowed my cum.

We looked at each other, gasping for breath, and after a while she went to the bathroom first. When she was finished it was my turn. We cleaned ourselves thoroughly.

"Did you enjoy it?", Girlie looked at me

"Of course, but why? I mean, we are strangers."

"Well not anymore, right? We know each other inside and out."

"I hope your boyfriend ...", but she stopped me in mid sentence.

"Well...actually, my sister is marrying my boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend...she got pregnant by him, that jerk!" Her face expressed disgust and contempt.

I was at a loss for words. 

"Ohh, sorry about that..."

"Thank you, for helping me find a ticket. I only wanted to see my sister in her wedding. Can you be there too?"

"Of course, baby", I looked at her and smiled.

"Baby, is that what you would call me?"

"What do you want then?"

"I don't know...maybe when my heartache is over, you can call me yours.", and once again she flashed her smile.

"No commitment then", I thought.

We kissed, and fucked again for two rounds before she drifted off to sleep. I was tired myself but the thought of me here in Brunei has offered interesting opportunities to move around. After a quick shower, I got dressed and went down. I left a note to Girlie, telling her where I was and where we will be going next. 

I went to the lobby to ask the receptionist where we can take the bus or cab to the nearest mall. As I waited, someone's finger was tapping at my shoulder.

"What the f....who?" I turned around

"Gilbert"

"Marissa?"

It was the flight attendant who waved at me. She was with her companion attendant.

"Hey, I didn't notice you..."

"I know. You're kinda busy."

"How are things? Are you our flight attendant?"

"Things are fine. Yes. Oh by the way this is Cristina."

Cristina and I shook hands. I noticed she was looking at my eyes, before she sneaked a glance at my crouch. She seemed bemused and smiled at me. (To be concluded)

Flight Delay Part 3

By mok

"So how has Indonesia treated you by far?" ....

"Hello?"

"Huh?" I suddenly snapped out of a daydream. It was Marissa asking me the question. I was just thinking of the wonderful fuck episode I just had with Girlie and here comes two beautiful stewardesses having some drinks with me at the 24 hour bar lounge in the hotel.

"Oh, I seem pretty adjusted, though I can't speak their language much", I retorted.

Marissa was an old classmate of mine during our high school days. She was around 5'8" tall, with long straight black hair, dark brown eyes that seemed to see right through you, firm full breasts wit pert nipples visible through the tight red sweater she was wearing under her airline jacket. I have had a crush on her once, coz she was one of the cheerleaders in our high school varsity basketball. She has chinita looks, with a lips anyone would love to kiss. She still carries the same slim but sexy appearance despite marriage and two kids.

"How about you Christina, what countries are you usually assigned to?", I turned to her companion.

"Brunei and Thailand most of the time."

Christina was, in a quick word, attractive. She is brown-skinned but she got a good looking figure, features that will heat up a man, so to speak. Earlier when she shook my hand, I felt a kind of electricity. It wasn't too hard to explain why: She had firm ass and full, just the sort that begs to be fucked, real hard.

"Wow, I plan to go to Thailand myself. I hope we meet there."

The conversation went on for almost an hour. Drinks were pouring in that the ladies began to tell tales of their lives, including to my surprise, their sex lives. I grin every time Marissa complains about not getting laid by her businessman husband when she gets the time to come home. Christina on the other hand, revealed that she recently separated from her common-law partner in Singapore after she discovered he was having an affair with their chambermaid.




Flight Delay



I looked at my watch to check the time so I could go back to the room to check on my "partner" when I suddenly felt something caressing my leg. I glanced towards Christina, who was looking out the window, then I felt a second foot caressing the same leg. Marissa glanced at me and winked, then she and Christina talked in another language. Bahasa Malay I guess.

"So any plans tonight? The flight is still 10 am" Marissa asked.

"err... I wanted to go out shop with my companion. Is there a mall nearby?"

"Sorry, the nearest mall is about several miles away. You have to take a cab but it's expensive. Buses go there but u have to wait 45 minutes for each bus."

"There are shops in the hotel though, perhaps you want to go there?" Christina suggested.

"Yeah, and it's right across the level near our room."

"Oh ok," I replied.

Christina and Marissa continued to caress the same leg. It made my cock grow stiff. I looked at them and smiled and they smiled back, teasingly.

We all got up our table, almost at the same time and being the 'gentleman' in the group, I offered to pay for our drinks. The girls kept glancing at my hard on which was making an impression in my pants, then they went out of the bar. I followed suit. 

We were walking casually around the mini shops, looking around for some souvenir items when Christina suddenly stopped, grimaced and put one hand on top of her left eye. "Gosh", she murmured. We asked what went wrong and she said her left contact dropped on the floor. She dropped on her knees, tried to find and the contact lens using her hands. I tried to help but as I leaned, I saw that she was not wearing a bra. Her firm tits juggled to and fro as she frantically searched for her lens. When she found it, she held it tightly in one hand and asked me to assist her up. Marissa then suggested that we go back to their room so she can clean her lens. I agreed. 

I waited outside their room when Christina asked me to come inside so I can sit down. When I entered, she lightly touched my rock hard cock through my pants, and uttered ,"I've been waiting to get at this." She was wearing her eyeglasses. She knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and freed my cock from its prison. She stabbed at the head with her tongue, and then licked it slowly from top to bottom. A soft moan escaped my lips. Without warning, Christina engulfed the full length of my cock in her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat as she took it all in. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down, sucking me into her mouth all the time. It felt amazing. As she continued working on my shaft I suddenly became aware of Marissa, who was watching us.

She had removed her sweater to reveal her firm breasts, the nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her bra. I was surprised of her next move: She began dancing as she removed the rest of her clothes. I noticed a definite wet spot already visible in the thin fabric thong that covered her neatly trimmed bush. It was a seductive dance, her show combined with Christina's talented mouth were driving me insane. 

I started to speak but Marissa shushed me, "Let Christina have her fun, she loves getting a mouthful of cum. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be able to get you up for some more fun." Sure enough, Christina never missed my cock while unbuttoning her dress. I managed to sneak in my fingers to touch her nipples, but that only made Christina suck even harder. 

"oohh.. I ...am...going....to ...ohhh", I could only mutter. The suction on my dick was incredible. It was at this point that Marissa started to caress Christina's clit. The effect was immediate, in no time at all she began to orgasm. That was enough for me; the orgasm caused Christina to pull me fully into her throat.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh", I groaned as I exploded in her mouth. She kept milking me, it felt as if I released a gallon of cum down her throat. When I finally stopped spurting and she was sure she had everything, she stood up, letting my softening dick fall from her mouth. She smiled and turned to Marissa. To my surprise (again) they kissed passionately. I guess they shared my cum.

Christina smiled, straddled me in the chair, and gave me a passionate kiss, our tongues playfully exploring each other. "Christina and I will put on a little show for you, to help you get hard again. Feel free to join in whenever you think you're ready." Marissa said while she gave me a peck on the cheek. She next turned to Christina and the two women kissed deeply. I could see their tongues darting between their mouths, while their hands were exploring the hidden crevices of their bodies. Christina reached down and began to rub Marissa's clit, causing Marissa to gasp. The sensation was a sight to behold.

Christina moved Marissa towards the sofa across to where I sat and spread her legs to expose her cunt. She began to tease her clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching, and it was having an immediate effect on Marissa. 

"oooohhh, yes pleasse... ohhhh mmmmm", the moan filled the room. Christina then licked Marissa's pussy with the same enthusiasm she showed my cock earlier. She was rubbing her own pussy vigorously as she devoured and licked Marissa. My cock had long since returned to its rock hard status so I wasted no time and positioned myself behind Christina. I reached a hand to her cunt and took over the rubbing. I bent down further to lick her from her clit to her asshole.

"ohhhhhhhhh owwoww hmmm shittt", Christina gasped for air as I attacker her swelling love hole with my tongue, hitting all the spots it could. She continued her work on Marissa, moaning and muffing her voice. Then Marissa suddenly let out a loud cry, singling her orgasm. I thought it was time somebody would taste the savor and strength of my proud dick. 

So slowly I let my cock hit Christina's hole slowly, pacing my thrust until her pussy engulfed half of my cock. I began to rock slowly, humping her from behind while she continues to flick her tongue on Marissa's cunt. I could feel the tightness of her cunt as I pound into her, as far as I could, again and again. Plak plak plak plak plak. 

"mmmm ohhhhhh ahhhh shiittt oohhhhh ohhhh ohhhh ahhh ahhh", the moans of Christina became louder and her cunt was clamping down on my cock. "yess, that's it, fuck me harder, harder, ohhh yess ahhh ahh I'm cumming ohhh ohhh. I continued to pound her like forever. Marissa got up and moved behind me. She reached between my legs and began to fondle my balls.

"Hooooooo ahhhh Marissa, what are you doing?" I groaned. The feeling was amazing. I increased my thrusting, feeling my ball sack starting to contract. Marissa noticed it and fondled my balls continuously and thrust a finger in my ass. The sensation was enough.

"I'm going to cum." I yelled. Christina was screaming, lost in the throws of another orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, milking me for everything I had. I let loose another incredible blast of cum deep inside her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming again. Ohhh". Her pussy continued to milk my cock, pulling every last drop from me. I pulled out of her slick cunt and fell back into a chair. Marissa caressed my hair, "Poor Gilbert, all worn out." I smiled.

The two sat on each side, and we kissed. Still panting from the enormous three some we had, I grabbed my pants and shirt and began to dress up.

"What's the rush, lover?", Marissa called me.

"Well, I have to check on my companion you know, she might get lost", I replied with a grin.

"I hope we can still meet again. It was a wonderful fuck." Christina exclaimed. She too was gasping for air, while she and Marissa began to pick up their clothes as well.

"Yeah, you're our flight attendants, right? I am sure we could meet."

"Well, see ya later."

......

"Where have you been? I was looking all over for you!"

It was Girlie. She was waiting at the lobby. "I ran into some friends and they ask me to have a drink with them." I told her.

'Girlie came close to me and sniffed. "Tell me the truth."

"yes it was"

"If you really want to call me baby you better learn to be honest." She demanded.

I looked into her eyes.

"Ok. Let's walk over the souvenir shops and I will tell you there."

She held my hand. It was the warmest feeling. My Asian flight has taken a complete turn around. Thanks to a delay in the flight.



Flight Delay



"Sir, I'm going to need you to stand over to the side, please."

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my stomach curling into a ball.

The agent looked at my passport again as she repeated, "Please, sir, just step over here," motioning to a section of the floor which had been marked with tape and cordoned off with retractable queue ribbon.

I stepped into the square as requested while the tiny TSA agent with a bun of fiery red locks picked up my bag and tray of personal items off the conveyor belt.

"Where are you headed today, sir?" she asked

"Sydney."

"Do you have business in Sydney, sir?" She was firm but courteous. All business.

"Yes."

"And what kind of business are you in?"

"Telecommunications. Listen, is there some kind of problem?" I was starting to get anxious. I had done nothing wrong, had taken this trip at least a dozen times in as many years, and had never had any problems. Why today?

"It says that you are headed through Bangkok. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Well, sir the Bangkok airport has been closed since this morning."

"What?"

"Yes, sir. Apparently there is some sort of protest that has turned violent so nothing is coming or going into that area."

"Shit," I mumbled.

"What was that, sir?" she demanded, clearly agitated.

"Oh...um...sorry."

"Not at all. Gather your things, return to the ticket counter and straighten this out with the airline. Then come back here and let me know about your schedule."

"What?! Why?!" This was ridiculous. What kind of police state is this, that the TSA needs to know my schedule?

"Listen!" I raised my voice. "I don't know what you think..."

She cracked a smile, trying hard not to laugh apparently. She bit her lips, pinching them closed between her teeth as she looked at me, her shoulders starting to shake a little as she laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked, still smiling.

"Remember you from..."

She shook her head, still smiling. "Northbrook High, '96."

I tried to search for some recognizable feature. She sighed and rolled her eyes, handing me my passport. Making eyeglasses with her fingers, she said, "Picture me in cargo pants and no make-up."

"A...priiiill?" I asked, unassuredly.

"You do remember!" She slapped my arm lightly, as if it were some sort of congratulations.

"Yeah. Kind of," I nodded.

"Listen," she said, digging a card out and writing on the back. "Here's my contact info. Call me and maybe we can get a drink or dinner or something?" April looked uncertain

"Yeah, okay." I remembered us being in a few classes together, but we were never close. She looked good, though, from what I could tell. Her uniform made her look kind of square, with the baggy blue shirt and dark cargo pants that covered her black boots. "I'll let you know."

"Let me know either way, okay. Don't leave me hanging. Even if you don't want to, call me and tell me, all right?"

I nodded and smiled. "Sure," I said. She was cute. I would see if I could find her on Facebook and kind of dig up some more info. 

She smiled and walked back to her post as I put my shoes back on and filled my pockets with my keys, wallet, phone, and change. Before I stood up to walk back to the ticketing counter, I looked over and she saw me, smiling and waving before turning back to wand the short woman with outstretched arms and bare feet.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. We just heard this morning about the Bangkok airport."

"Well, I have to be in Sydney tomorrow. Can you get me there?" I was exasperated, but I also knew it wasn't the young blonde's fault and tried to keep my cool with her.

"Let me see...." She typed, paused, typed some more. "We may be able to get you there, but it will take you to Honolulu, to Seoul, then to Sydney, adding seven hours and... $300."

"Of course! Dammit!"

"Sir, please watch your language." She looked me dead in the eye as she demanded it.

"I'm sorry....Um, when does that flight leave?"

She looked again and said, "At 3:15." That was four hours away.

"Let me call ahead and see what I can work out. Is there plenty of room to give me a few minutes?"

"Sure. It's only two-thirds full."

"Okay, thanks."

I picked up my bag, stepped over to the window and set my bag down while I pulled out my phone. Scrolling down through my contacts I found Walt Folsom's number and dialed.

"Foltec Solutions," a friendly Australian woman answered, "Mr. Folsom's office."

"Adie, hi. Burton Hanks. Is Walt available?"

"Let me check, Mr. Hanks. Please hold."

After about two minutes, Walt's baritone voice with a thick accent barged into my ear. "Burt! How are ya?"

"Not good. My plane was supposed to pass through Bangkok, but the airport closed this morning due to riots or something. I can't leave for another four hours and have to add several more hours to my trip. There's no room for mistakes, so if there's any delay on any leg of the flight, I'll totally miss the meeting."

"Oh, yeah? What do you need from me?"

"I don't know. I can risk the flight and may be late or we can push the meeting to the next day just in case, or push it back even another day just to be sure. Or I can do the presentation over the network and not fly into Sydney at all."

"I see...Look, I already have the board here this morning. They all flew in for this deal and we're taking care of other business anyway. How do you feel about giving us a quick rundown over the network and meeting with us later this week, say Friday, late morning? That way we can get a general idea, go over the pricing and we can ask questions and possibly sign a contract on Friday. That would put us ahead of schedule if you treat us right." He laughed as he said it, but he and I both knew the job was mine to lose. I'd been working with Foltec for fifteen years and we had a good rapport.

"Sure, that sounds great! Let me find the business suite here at the airport, set up my flight for tomorrow and I'll call you right back."

"Great. Call on my cell so we don't have to bother Adie and I'll go ahead and have IT set up the conference room for your presentation."

"Thank you. I'll call you back in a few minutes."

We hung up and I set up my flight for tomorrow, which would put me into Sydney in plenty of time to land, rest up and make it to the meeting fresh. I went to the flight club that held my membership and asked about the business suite. Someone helped me set it up, creating a secure connection through their network, as I called Walt to let him know I was on.

For the next hour I had presented the package I was offering and took a few questions before expressing my gratitude and excitement for another partnership with the board. As I packed up my things, I decided to check up on April. I pulled out her card and sat down in the leather conference room chair. "April Barrett," I said to myself, and shook my head, laughing a little at myself for being willing to do this.

I was in my mid-thirties, almost married once, but the relationship ended, and never really pursued any real relationships after that. Tracy was a heartbreaker. Well, she broke my heart at least. I don't know if that was a habit of hers. Fortunately, business was good. After being cut back from a major telecom corporation, I decided to go into business for myself, offering cost-efficient options for start-up businesses. As a result, my business grew as those I partnered with grew. I outsourced the financial administration so I could do what I enjoyed: creating and selling. This kept me in the place where I still loved my job. I wasn't rich by any means, but I was comfortable and I was happy.

I had started showing my age, so I realized I had better do what I could to take better care of myself. I joined the YMCA and competed in a few local triathlons, which kept me motivated to run, swim, ride my bike, lift weights, and do yoga. A side benefit to this kind of routine was that it kept me from being bored with exercise. As much as I worked to keep my body in shape, I couldn't do anything about my hair. I didn't mind the gray, since it started at my temples and worked outward from there, but I wasn't a big fan of balding. Ultimately I decided to simply trim it short and not mess with it. Soon enough I shaved my head with a trimmer, but never going full bald with a razor. I came to like it and it looked good on me. 

One of the things that kept business good for me was that I liked to learn and grow. I worked hard to stay on top of the latest technology and industry trends. It kept me knowledgeable, which also kept me competitive. The other thing that kept business good was that I liked people. Respect and courtesy were big in my family and I took it to heart. One of the things men liked about me was that I looked them in the eye, shot straight, and had a firm handshake. Women liked that I looked them in the eye, treated them as equals and with dignity, and still held onto some of the old fashioned skills of a gentleman. Businesses liked that I kept my word, met my obligations, took responsibility for my actions, and treated them with respect and professionalism.

I tried hard to think back to what April was like in high school, but I remember a name and face more than any specific activities she was involved in. As I said before, we were in a few classes together, but didn't hang out. I opened up the browser on my laptop and went to Facebook. I did a search and was surprised to find a slew of April Barrett's. I realized I didn't know anything about this girl. I didn't keep in touch with my high school friends so I had no way of knowing which April Barrett I was looking for. Fuck it, I thought. She wants me to call her anyway. I'll start there.

I dialed the cell number on the card and got her voicemail. I wasn't surprised, thinking she was still working. I left a message, telling her to call me. I would stay in the airport until she got off work, thinking it couldn't be more than a couple of hours. It was already two o'clock, after all. For good measure, I sent her a text telling her I was in the business suite for my airline and to let me know when she got off work.

Stowing my bags with the concierge, I grabbed a giant soft pretzel and a Coke at the pretzel stand, watching planes take off and land for a few minutes before going back to the suite. I pulled out my laptop and watched a couple of streaming show episodes from a free service while I waited for April's call. Just after four o'clock, my phone vibrated on the table. There was a text from April's number saying, "Just getting out. I will change and meet you there. Fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes later I was standing outside the lounge looking for the square-shaped, bun-haired redhead I had met a few hours before.

She never showed.

Instead, a stunning redhead with flowing red hair, slim-fitting jeans and a baby-doll faded green t-shirt walked toward me and called out, "Burton!" Her smile was the same as the agent who had offered me her phone number, but apart from that smile and her hair color, everything else was different. 

I waved back. I guess. I don't remember, really. I was too distracted by the tight little body and cute smile. "Hi," I mumbled. When I returned my gaze to her face, I saw the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, obviously amused at my surprised reaction. "Oh...uh," I motioned toward the door, pulling my card out of my pocket, "Would you like a drink?"

"Sure. But not here. I'm in the airport all the time. Let's go someplace else."

"Oh. Okay. Let me get my stuff." I unlocked the door and she followed me in as I retrieved my bags from the host before exiting quickly. Her hands were in her pockets, her thumbs hanging over the sides, pointing toward her zipper.

"Where to?" she asked.

"I don't really know. I live about three hours away and I only come to the airport." I was kind of embarrassed about looking so clueless.

"All right. Do you want to drive or should I?"

"Again, I park in extended parking, so..."

"Okay," she laughed, shaking her head, "Come on." I followed her through a series of "employee access only" doors to a separate parking garage. She pulled a set of keys from her pocket and remotely unlocked the doors to a black Mustang convertible. With the press of a button, the trunk released and she lifted the hatch so I could place my bags in it. "You want to drive?" she asked as she closed the trunk.

"No, that's okay."

"Okay, then," she shrugged. I followed her to the driver's side and she gave me a funny look until I opened the door and stood back, keeping my hand on the edge of the window. She looked at me sideways and said, "Thank you," before dropping into the driver's seat. I closed the door and walked to the other side. She had it started before I even opened the door to let myself in. When I sat down, she smiled at me before backing out and driving us to our next destination. She had some music I didn't recognize pouring from the speakers, apparently a playlist on her iPod, which was resting on the console in front of the gearshift.

She took me to a local restaurant with a bar, which had casual and after-work adults, but no children. Most of the clients were clearly dressed for work, which made April's wardrobe look that much more casual. I didn't like to travel in a suit, so I was still wearing a golf shirt and nice pants. 

The drive over had been short and mostly quiet, but not necessarily awkward. She had to make a lot of rapid turns to weave through the lesser-traveled back roads, and I was looking at the unfamiliar landscape, occasionally looking back at April, not quite sure what to do from here.

As soon as we walked in, April waved and nodded to a handful of people before leading me back to a high table in the corner. "Man, I'm glad you called me, Burton," she laughed. Her mannerisms were a little gruff and she reached into a bowl of unshelled peanuts, breaking one open before popping the two peanuts into her mouth, dropping the shell into a second bowl. "I really didn't think you would. You know, it's kind of sudden, we didn't hang out in school, and all that." She smiled. "But here we are."

"Yeah. So you're a TSA agent, huh?" Man, what a jackass question.

"Was it the uniform?" she asked seriously. "The uniform gave it away, didn't it?"

"Sorry," I laughed. "Stupid question."

"Nah, it's cool. Yeah, TSA. For about three years now," she nodded.

"How'd you get into that?" I asked, reaching for a peanut after she withdrew her hand from the bowl. It was at that point that the waitress brought our drinks: two beers.

"I got a degree in criminal justice at State, then went to the police academy. I had just come out of the academy and was working as a beat cop when 9/11 happened. After about two years on the street, my sergeant ran for sheriff and won, asking me to come over as a deputy. I ended up working the county jail most of that time, but then when Homeland Security and the TSA started really amping up their workforce, I couldn't resist. The pay was better and working the airport meant I wasn't typically going to be getting shot at or spit on. I could handle the cursing and irritation, but didn't like meth heads spitting on me and shit...sorry...stuff like that. Besides, as a cop there's still a lot of down time, sitting around and stuff. On the line here, I'm always with people and it keeps me stimulated. It's a good job. I like it."

"Sounds like you've had quite a ride."

"Oh, I could tell you a story or two," she laughed.

"I bet."

"So what about you? What are you going to Sydney for?"

I told her about my story and how I had started my own business. She asked tons of questions and I started to loosen up, enjoying her company more and more.

"See, that's why I always liked you, Burton. You just do what you want and make it work for you. I always wanted that."

"I didn't know you liked me. We just had some classes together. I didn't think you even knew who I was."

"Really?" She sounded surprised. "Oh, yeah. I knew you. You were my high school crush, man."

"I was?" I laughed at that. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I always thought you were a lesbian."

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I get that a lot. But I'm not. I may not be timid or especially feminine a lot of times, but I like a good fu...I like sex with guys as much as the next girl. I may be past my prime for marrying and having kids, but I would still like that." She took another sip of her beer.

"So, you've never married, then?" I asked.

"No. Haven't met the right guy, I guess. Had a few relationships, but nothing too serious. A lot of sexual relationships, some good chemistry, but ultimately not finding someone I would be willing to spend my life with."

"I was close once."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Real close. But it didn't work out and looking back it's probably for the best. I miss the sex, though. She was pretty amazing. Wild."

"How wild?" April asked, idly twisting her beer bottle on the table.

"Pretty much anything. No water sports or anything like that, but a lot of other stuff."

"Cool. I like 'other stuff'," she said, emphasizing the phrase "other stuff." She looked me right in the eye as she said it. Her blue eyes were piercingly blue. Intense, almost glowing it seemed like. Maybe it was the light hanging down right over our table, but they seemed brighter than any I'd seen before. How did I not notice her in high school? Oh. Right. 

"Can I ask you a personal question, Burton?" she asked.

"That depends," I laughed. She wasn't laughing.

"On what? That question was pretty straightforward. Yes or no?"

I swallowed some beer, afraid of what I was about to say. "Okay, sure."

"How long has it been for you?"

"How long has what been?"

"Sex. Release. You know, when was the last time you got laid?" My, she was a dainty little flower, wasn't she?

"I don't know. Six months?"

"Six months?!" she exclaimed, trying not to laugh. "How do your nuts even fit in your pants? Damn." She took another drink of her beer, smiling around the lip of the bottle as she did.

"I'm not blue-ballin' too bad because...uh...well, nevermind."

"No, it's fine," she said. "You don't have to explain." She wriggled her eyebrows as she slowly mimicked a masturbation hand motion.

"Hey, glad we could catch up, April. Nice to see you again." I rolled my eyes and took a drink of my beer.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have to scratch my own itch most nights just so I can sleep. It hasn't been six months for me, but it's been long enough. If I don't cum at least once a day, I'm climbing the walls." She shifted in her seat a little bit.

I kind of didn't know where to take the conversation from here. Going back to the topic of work would seem like an obvious bail-out, but continuing on our current path could make me seem desperate. Was April my type? Not necessarily. Was she attractive? Without a doubt.

"Listen. April, I know we had just talked about getting a drink together and catching up, but do you want to grab some dinner?"

She turned her head and looked at me sideways. "Burton, are you finally asking me out on a date?" she teased.

"I guess if you want to call it a date, that would be all right," I laughed. I certainly hadn't planned for it to be a date, but by definition it would certainly qualify.

"Okay, playing it cool. I get it. Sure, I'll go to dinner with you."

We chose a middle-ground chain restaurant where we could both go as we were and not feel out of place. The drive over and new location seemed to give us a natural shift in focus so that our conversations turned toward old mutual friends (or at least names we both knew), our families and stupid pop culture entertainment. This made dinner more bearable and allowed us both to be more lighthearted.




Flight Delay



Over a sizzling plate of fajitas I was able to watch and listen to the April who wasn't trying so hard, and my attraction for her grew. She was still a little rough around the edges, but her eyes sparkled, a smile seemed natural for her and she laughed easily. As dinner closed down, we were finishing up what seemed to be our last two beers for the evening. We were obviously both relaxed, but completely coherent.

"So," she asked, "What time is your flight?"

"Not till 9:30 tomorrow morning."

"Where are you staying?"

"Probably the Hyatt. I haven't called it in because I didn't think I would be staying overnight, but I should be able to get a room with no problem."

She cleared her throat and looked at the table. "Well, my shift starts at 7 in the morning. If you want, you can stay at my place and ride in with me to work in the morning."

Had she just offered me an invitation to spend the night with her?

"That sounds nice. If you're sure."

"Oh, yeah. Positive." She tried to sound casual, but perked up a little when I accepted her invitation.

I paid the bill and we got back into her Mustang as she drove the twenty minutes to her apartment. The ride was kind of quiet, but we both made attempts at conversation. I think we both knew what was coming, but neither wanted to admit it.

Her apartment was a nice two-bedroom in a gated complex, and she told me about the amenities as we circled through the parking lot to her building near the back. She had a private garage at the foot of her building and after I picked my bag out of the trunk, she closed the garage door before squeezing past me in the confined space. I didn't think the space was that small, but she squeezed her ass hard against my groin as she slowly made her way past me. She looked over her shoulder as she whispered, "Excuse me." Our eyes met and I felt a spark. Her look was one of shy longing. Instinctively I placed my hand on her waist and stopped her for a second before gently pressing back against her.

"Tight fit?" I asked quietly.

"Very," she breathed, her eyes smoldering before she cleared her throat and continued toward the door. I watched her ass freely. She really was in tremendous shape. I would soon find out why. 

I followed her from the garage to the hallway and into the elevator that would take us to her third-floor apartment. She caught me checking her out while we rode the elevator, but neither of us said anything. Her breasts looked full and firm in her t-shirt and her stomach flat. Her arms were toned, but not bulky and her quads, hamstrings, and calves had beautiful curves that matched her ass in those jeans.

As soon as she opened the door to her apartment, she pointed to a hallway straight back and said, "Guest room is on the right. Bathroom in the hall." As I made my way back to the hall, I noticed that her dining area had been converted to a gym, with interlocking rubber mats covering the floor, a chin-up bar mounted on the wall, and a stand with those adjustable-weight dumb bells in the corner. The wall had a poster of a workout schedule, but also another poster of grappling moves, holds and contact points.

"Krav Maga," she said. "Israeli self-defense."

"Oh. Okay."

"Drop your bag off. I'll change and show you a few things."

"I don't..."

"Oh, come on," she laughed. "Don't be a big baby."

"All right," I said as I walked to the guest room.

"Put on something comfortable," she called out as my door closed.

In a couple of minutes we were both back in her home gym. I was in my standard evening t-shirt and gym shorts, and she had opted for a sports bra and tight lycra running shorts. Her physique was unbelievable.

For the next twenty minutes she showed me blocks, holds, contact points, and basic self-defense moves. I caught on pretty quickly, and she laughed every time she told me to try a move on her, but I timidly imitated the hold.

"Come on," she laughed. "I ain't gonna break." Even though I would apologize after each move, she would smack my chest or shoulder and reply, "You're doing great."

"Well, you're very good at this. How long have you been studying?"

"I don't know. A few years. Some training from the academies, but I go twice a week to a class. It's fun and keeps me in shape. Okay, one more move and I'll give you a break," she laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Get behind me and put your hand around my neck and the other arm around my waist. And don't be shy," she said, backing into me, pressing herself against my stomach. "Get a good grip."

I did as she said and in a flash I was on the floor, a knot in my stomach and the only part of me she was holding was one of my thumbs, which had my arm twisted in a grotesquely painful contortion. I heard her laugh lightly as she released me and helped me to my feet. I obviously looked sheepish. I certainly felt foolish, having been beaten so thoroughly for the past nearly half-hour. 

"How you feeling?" she asked, more sympathetically than I would have expected.

"A little humiliated," I smiled. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water and tossed me one. As we opened them, she sat on the couch next to me and said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but working out gets me pretty worked up." She took a sip of her water as she looked me in the eye. I took a peek and noticed her nipples poking through her sports bra.

"Well, uh...I wouldn't mind a chance to regain some masculinity." I took a sip of my water, smiling as I brought it to my lips.

"Then why are we still on the couch?"

"Because you scare me a little bit."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Kind of."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she laughed.

"Yep." I laughed in return.

"Come and get it," she said, standing up off the couch and making her way to the hall. I was on my feet in a flash. 

As I rounded the corner into her room, she stood with one hand on her hip while the other hand pulled her pony tail holder free. "I've been waiting for this for a long time." As I approached her, she had that crooked smile on her face as she eyed me over without a hint of shame. "I used to finger myself to thoughts of you all through high school." I was standing right in front of her now and she was rubbing the front of her thigh as she talked. "I waited for you to ask me out, to a dance, prom...hell, just to sit next to me at a pep rally or lunch, anything. I had thought about asking you out, but figured you wouldn't want to."

"And here we are."

"Here we are," she breathed. 

I was on her in an instant. Our tongues wrestled and I doubted she could escape my grasp now if she wanted to, which I suspected she didn't. Our hands were all over each other. This was the first time I had ever wanted to touch April Barrett, but now I wanted nothing more. My hands cupped her ass and pulled her against my raging hard-on. She moaned into my mouth.

I pulled away for a second and reminded her, "It's been a while. I don't know how long I'll last."

"I don't care. Just fuck me." With that, our mouths reconnected. She stepped back long enough to yank her pink sports bra over her head. Her tits bounced free and quickly settled into their perfect place on her perfect form. The bright pink areola and nipples were on prominent display against her pure white mounds. I quickly found out that they were a perfect handful and I also discovered that she was sensitive in her breasts.

She pulled my head down with little resistance from me, forcing her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and licked and bit, drawing moans and cursing from her. She gripped my hair in her strong hands, refusing to let me leave, as if for some reason she thought I would. I alternated back and forth and suddenly stopped when I realized that as much as I loved her tits, that wasn't what I really wanted. I stood up and shoved her back onto the bed, bringing a grunt, followed by a quick smile when she saw me undressing in a hurry. As I pushed down my shorts, my shirt on the floor, I said, "I can't eat your pussy through those shorts.

I thought I was fast getting undressed, but I had nothing on her. When I stood up from pushing my shorts and underwear off my feet, she was already stripped naked and rubbing her pussy, her eyes ablaze. Those blue eyes burned with a passion I had never seen before. I don't know if it was that she wanted me that badly, or if she just wanted to get laid that badly and I was just fortunate enough to be here for it. It didn't matter; I reached out and grabbed her feet, quickly dragging her to the edge of the bed. She laughed when I did it, but her laughter was cut off when my mouth quickly covered her pussy. I immediately felt a hand on the back of my head, forcing me into a place I wanted to be.

After a day at work and a rigorous workout, she was hot and musky...and I loved it. I was used to women making sure they were clean as they would excuse themselves to the rest room in preparation for our time together, or maybe they would wave me off, embarrassingly asserting that they hadn't cleaned up (often our passion would get the best of us and we would just jump on each other), so oral sex was off the table.

Not April, though. I quickly realized that it turned me on. She didn't stink, wasn't unclean, just musky and salty and I guess it appealed to the animalistic need in me. As I knelt on her carpet and pressed my face into her dripping, slippery, smoothly shaved cunt, she was growling her approval and demanding more from me. My own desire was dripping onto her carpet, I soon discovered. With a scream, April's hips forced her against my face and she convulsed in mid-air for a short time before crashing back onto her bed.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "That was fucking amazing."

I stood up, giving her the first good look at my erection. I knelt on the bed to make my way toward her head for a blowjob, but she stopped me with her foot on my chest.

"No blowjob for you yet. I want to feel that cock in me. If you're going to be quick, I want to make sure I get to fuck you. On your back."

I lay on my back and she quickly straddled my waist, her perfect tits bobbing as she settled. She planted her feet so she was squatting over me, put one hand on my chest and curled her head so she could watch me pierce her for the first time. She didn't even hold my dick in her hand. Instead she just aimed her hips, captured the head and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on me.

"Damn!" she whined. "You feel good, Burton." She lifted herself up and down smoothly a few times before dropping onto her knees and falling forward onto me. My hands cupped her ass and she ground herself onto me, pressing her breasts into me while we kissed. We were fully connected. She rolled her hips as she used me for her own pleasure, apparently stimulating her clit on my groin. As she worked, however, it stimulated my cock from every angle as her insides caressed me, especially around the coronal ridge.

"Oh my god, April. You feel amazing. Why didn't I do this in high school?" I laughed.

"No idea, but I'm glad you're doing it now," she breathed. She began to gasp and forced her tongue back into my mouth, apparently building to her own climax. Mine was approaching more quickly than I had hoped, but I was looking forward to it anyway.

"Fuuuuu....!" she screamed, forcing herself down onto me, clenching at me from the inside. Her hips convulsed on me and she tried to control her whispered demands, but I could tell they were forced. Her lips brushed my ears as she whispered her staccato request. "Cum in me. Fill me up. Please, Burton. Cum in my pussy."

She didn't even get a chance to say anything else. With one hand on her ass, I held her in place, forcing the two of us tighter together, and with the other hand on the back of her head I held her chin to my shoulder. Gush after fiery gush forced its way out the narrow tunnel before breaking free into the heat of my first-time lover's womb. She practically screamed in my ear, her breath hot on my neck. I don't know if it prolonged her orgasm or forced another one out on the heels of the previous climax, but she came again.

She went limp on top of me, but I wasn't having that. I rolled us over, knowing I was still hard, and probably would be for a while. I had only told her I would be quick; I didn't even hint that I was only good for one time. I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed.

When I rolled us over, she gasped, but was smiling. "There. I came in your pussy. Now I want you to suck me clean before I fuck you for real."

"Oh, yeah," she muttered breathlessly as she scrambled to her knees. I was in her mouth in an instant, listening to her moan around me, one hand on my balls as she supported herself with the other.

"How do you like the taste of our cum mixed together on my cock?" I demanded.

"MMMmmm," she moaned, pulling off me just long enough to say, "I love it," before forcing herself back onto me. I was still rock hard. I had always been that way, but it had become more difficult to do as I have gotten older. That's part of my reason for taking care of myself: good blood flow for erection quality. April certainly seemed to appreciate it, and I was glad she did.

I grabbed a handful of her bouncing red hair, at the back of her skull and began thrusting into her mouth. She groaned and put both hands on the bed to balance herself as I used her mouth for my own pleasure. She looked up at me, looking straight into my soul. It was almost like she was daring me as her mouth curled into a smile around me.

I held her in place and pressed forward steadily, causing her to lurch and her eyes to turn red. I backed out for a second and she took a deep breath before I pulled her onto me again, pushing into her throat. Again she lurched, but a hand grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth. Suddenly the tightness of her throat gave way and the last inch of me disappeared behind her lips. She was such a whore. I thought she deserved to know.

"Fucking whore," I spit, my words dripping with venom. 

"MM-HMM," she affirmed, trying to nod, but trapped on the meat lodged in her mouth. I pulled us both away forcefully.

"Are you a whore?" I demanded.

"I'm a FUCKING whore!" she replied with contempt.

"Take my cock in your whore throat!" I drove it back in with my full weight, pulling her onto me by the back of her head. Her tongue forced its way out to lick at whatever she could find. Her face was red, eyes dripping tears, but every time I would pull her away she would smile and demand more. I couldn't believe this! If she wanted to she could kick my ass four kinds of sideways and yet here she was allowing herself to be used, even demanding that I abuse her. I had never seen anything like it.

I pulled out and pulled her up to me, wiping the tears from her eyes before pulling her for a kiss. The kiss was somewhat gentle and she eased into it. I don't know, maybe I was trying to settle her down to protect myself or maybe I was worried about her somehow. Her arms went around my neck and as we kissed, I caressed her back and ass. That ass was perfect. Hell, her whole body was perfect. How was she still single?

I kissed across her face and ran my tongue along her ear. I whispered, "I want to fuck you again." She shuddered and whimpered. "From behind."

She nodded frantically, pulling away and said, "Okay," almost out of breath. She was fast. She didn't just get on her hands and knees to face away from me. She pressed her hips back at me and dropped her chest and face to the bed, making her look even more lewd. She brought her hands back and spread her cheeks apart, distorting the lips of her pussy, the glowing deep pink lips against her otherwise porcelain-white skin. "Come fuck me," she said. "Drive that dick straight in." She was calm, but obviously impatient.

I quickly settled in behind her, aiming my prick with one hand, while the other rested on her hip. I pressed forward quickly but smoothly, hearing a long moan escape from her lungs, ending with a muttered, "uh, god, yeah," tacked onto the end of it.

I loved to watch a woman's cunt embrace my cock. Always have. The contrasting texture, the open invitation of her pussy that somehow still seems to be invaded by the aggressive hardness of my member. And when I would pull out, it would almost seem as if her lips were begging me to stay, clinging to me, reaching for me. It's an unusual and beautiful dance. And here I was once again, enjoying the opportunity with a stunning redhead, her full pink lips begging just as all the others had.

Withdrawing slowly I heard another groan as her labia pulled at me, streaking me with wetness. It wasn't long before I was railing her in earnest. She was constantly talking, demanding, grunting, and as I worked harder or longer, her vocalizations increased and became more insistent. She was beginning to convulse a little and I was moving more easily as she became wetter. With both hands on her rump, I was plowing into her fully, pulling all the way out quickly until just the head was in her, and then slamming back into her until my balls smacked into her lips.

I couldn't help it. It was right there, shiny and smiling at me. I moved my hand over just a little and pressed my thumb into her ass, watching it quickly disappear behind the wrinkled ring. "OH FUCK!" April screamed, her ass and pussy gripping me before her orgasm wrestled her to the mattress. She collapsed onto the bed, pulling off of me, I believe unintentionally, and I watched her involuntary contraction giving the image of her trying to hump the mattress. She had one hand under her, rapidly running across her clit and her other hand gripped the bedspread in her fist.

"Fuck, Burton," she laughed, rolling over, still stroking herself. "You could warn a girl."

"Okay," I laughed. "Here's a warning. I'm gonna fuck your ass before I cum in your mouth." I moved forward and grabbed her ankles as I said it.

"You are, huh?" she said, not giving any resistance.

"Yeah. I am." I grazed the head of my cock up and down her lips as she pulled her legs back some more.

"What if I don't want you to fuck my ass?" she teased.

"Oh, you want me to. I know you do. You're a fucking whore."

She groaned as I pushed into her pussy, nodding as she said, "I am. I'm a fucking whore."

She was dripping still and I was covered with her cum, a white creamy ring encircling the base of my shaft and a matching froth at the bottom of her pussy.

I pulled out and never lost contact with her as I pushed down on the top of my cock, picking up some of her natural lubricant on my trip downward. She gasped and her eyes closed when I brushed her backdoor. Without waiting for an invitation I pressed forward with a firm pressure, insisting on entering. She winked at me as I suddenly popped in. 

"You bitch. You were locking me out," I smiled.

"I had to keep some sense of control."

"Are you done being in control now?"

"I'm done," she smiled. "Come and get it."

I buried myself quickly and smoothly in her tight ass, letting a groan escape as a flood of colors burst against the back of my eyelids.

"I told you," she grunted. "It's a very tight fit."

"So tight."

"You feel fucking huge. Damn," she strained.

We began working in unison as I pulled out and pressed forward and she dropped her heels on my shoulders. This gave her one free hand to stimulate her clit and finger her pussy, and one free hand to play with her nipples. She was frantic in her movements, riding several orgasms, clenching me with her sphincter muscles as I steadily fucked into her. She continued to flood our union with juices as they ran down from her constantly leaking pussy.

I couldn't take it any more. "I'm about to blow," I belted out.




Flight Delay



"You promised!" she said as she rolled her hips away from me and caught me in her mouth. Holy shit! She was sucking my cock that was covered in her pussy juice and had just been in her ass. She was going to town on it, too.

I was as sensitive as I'd ever been and it didn't take long for the fire to force its way out of my stomach, flying past my balls and railing out the head of my cock. I don't know that I had ever actually screamed during an orgasm before, but this time I did. I couldn't help it.

She swallowed most of what I gave her. Her hand continued to work herself over as her other hand stroked me into her mouth, her tongue slapping against the head in her mouth as I unloaded into her. She continued to play lightly when I was done and began to go soft. I was sensitive and started laughing, getting a laugh from her as I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me.

I lay on the bed and she cuddled up next to me, her breasts pressed into my side and her leg draped over my thigh. She kissed me on the cheek and I stroked her back.

"That was probably the best sex I've ever had," I said, out of breath.

"I told you I'm up for almost anything."

"So, uh..." I cleared my throat. "I'm flying back in from Sydney on Sunday."

"Burton," she laughed, "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "I guess I am."



Flight Delay



This was written at the request of a lady I met on Lit. Hope it is what she wanted!!

*****

Lucy sat at a table by the window in the almost deserted hotel bar. As she sipped a glass of Chardonnay she glanced out the window at the blowing snow on the nearly empty street. 

"Just my luck," she thought, "My flight home cancelled due to weather and now I am stuck here another night."

She should have been halfway home by now and headed to the arms of her man, but instead here she was alone and feeling sorry for herself. As she glanced around, she saw that there was one couple at a table on the other side of the room, and a couple of young guys in suits seated at the bar.

As she took another sip of her wine, she noticed that the one young guy seemed to be checking her out. She quickly averted her eyes and wondered why a 30 something would be looking at someone who was over the half century mark in her life. Not that she was in bad shape or anything, far from it. She kept herself in good shape and she knew she had a great set of legs that the guy could obviously see from where he was seated. It was flattering that she still got the odd look from guys and it made her down mood lighten a bit.

She saw the fellow talking to his friend, and then saw the other guy turn and look in her direction and smile. Again, she averted her eyes, but a smile came to her lips and her mood brightened even more. 

A few minutes later, the waitress walked over to her and put down another glass of wine. She was about to protest that she hadn't ordered it when the girl said, "Compliments of the gentlemen at the bar."

Lucy looked over at the two who had now swivelled around in their chairs and were holding their glasses up to her in a toast. She smiled at them and held hers up in return. 

Lucy glanced back at the window and saw that the wind had picked up and it was almost a total white out now. When she looked back, she saw the two fellows from the bar walking in her direction. As they approached, she smiled as she thought, well, a little company on this miserable night might brighten things up.

"May we join you?" asked the taller of the two men, "You looked a bit lonely all by yourself."

Lucy nodded and the two men sat down at the table with her. The taller of the two introduced himself as Rob and introduced his friend as Ryan. Lucy gave them her name and said, "Yes, I was feeing a bit lonely and stranded here with this storm."

As they chatted and got to know each other a bit, Lucy couldn't help but feel pretty flattered that these two young handsome guys had chosen to approach her. Rob was tall, probably 6'2 or more, with a slim body, dark wavy hair and beautiful brown eyes. Ryan was around 5'9" with a more muscular looking body, red hair and green eyes that seemed to twinkle when he spoke. 

She found out that Rob was 31 and Ryan 29 and they worked as investment counsellors for a large bank. They had been in the city for a conference and like her, their planes home had been cancelled. She smiled when she heard their ages and thought to herself, "I'm old enough to be their mother."

Both were fun loving guys and their banter made her laugh. Another round of drinks came and although Lucy knew she was feeling a little tipsy, she thought 'what the hell' and took the third glass of Chardonnay. 

Lucy loved it when the guys made flattering comments about her and her appearance. As the evening wore on, and more drinks were consumed, some of the comments became a bit more sexual, but by then Lucy was feeling pretty uninhibited from the wine and just smiled and giggled. She was enjoying this, it was making her feel young and desirable, something she rarely experienced.

The waitress, came by and told them that they were going to close the bar early so that the staff could get home before the streets were completely impassable. Rob suggested that they move up to the mini suite he was staying in and asked the waitress to bring a bottle of Chardonnay and some glasses.

Lucy, at first told them that she didn't think she should join them, but with the alcohol clouding her judgement, it didn't take much convincing by the guys to get her to change her mind. Rob paid the bar tab and the three headed to the elevator.

On the ride in the elevator, Lucy started having second thoughts about going to Rob's room with them and told them that maybe she should just head to her own room. But they were having none of that and again talked her into joining them for at least "one drink".

When they entered the suite, Ryan headed to the fridge and took out a chilled bottle of wine. Lucy sat on the couch, still a bit unsure about being here with these two young guys. Rob sat down beside her on the couch and leaned close and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. The kiss took her aback, she wasn't sure how to react. Both of the guys had been polite and respectful all the time at the bar and this little peck on the cheek certainly wasn't aggressive. Lucy just sat there without reacting and in a moment Ryan was handing her a glass of wine. 

The three of them chatted some more, again the guys being flattering and occasionally a little risqué, but the wine had loosened Lucy up enough that she just giggled at some of their comments. Rob sat close, and when he spoke he liked to have physical contact, his hand on Lucy's shoulder or his fingertips against her forearm. 

After a little bit, Rob leaned in and gave Lucy another kiss, this time lightly on the lips. Maybe it was the wine or maybe the flattery, but this time Lucy returned it. It was all the invitation Rob needed and his arms slipped around her and he kissed her long and deeply. It was the first time in years that anyone but her husband had kissed her this way and she found it exciting. Rob's lips were soft and his athletic body felt good as it pressed against her. 

Lucy let herself enjoy this experience, thinking, "it is only a kiss."

She knew it was wrong and she should get up and leave immediately, but something inside of her made her stay. Her mouth yielded to Rob' and she felt his tongue play with hers. "God he is a wonderful kisser," she thought.

And then she felt his hand, sliding up her side, cupping her breast. Things were going to far and she needed to leave. She broke the kiss and pulled away, telling him that she had to leave. 

"Oh come on, Lucy," Rob told her, "You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did."

"I might have," she replied, "but it is wrong and I have to go!"

"I think you should stay," Rob exclaimed with a grin, "It will be fun!"

Lucy pulled out of his arms and stood to leave. She was feeling so tipsy, but knew she had to get out of the suite right now.

As she turned to head to the door, Ryan stood in her way, holding up his iPhone so she could see the picture on its screen.

He has snapped a shot of her and Rob kissing, with Rob's hand cupping her breast. 

"You wouldn't want your hubby to get a copy of this would you Lucy?" he said with a smile, "You wouldn't want him to start thinking that you fuck around every time you go out of town?"

"You, you wouldn't!" she stammered now in a bit of a panic. 

Her husband was a great guy, but he had always been an extremely jealous type. And he had accused her of screwing around once before with a co-worker and even though she hadn't done anything, it had taken a lot of sweet talking on her part to convince him otherwise. And tonight she wasn't thinking all that clearly, the wine clouding her judgement.

"Just relax," said Rob, "It will be fun, and the way you kissed me tells me that you want some fun too!"

"Why did I let myself get into this situation?" Lucy thought as she pondered her options. 

She moved toward Ryan, trying to grab the phone from him. "Delete that pic!" she screamed at him.

Ryan pulled the phone away. "Relax," he said with an evil smile on his face, "Just cooperate and you have nothing to worry about!"

Lucy was in panic, if that picture got to her husband or maybe her boss the shit would hit the fan big time. "Please," she begged, "Just delete it, I shouldn't have come here with you two!"

She sensed that Ryan and Rob weren't the nice guys she had thought, something had changed and they were set on getting what they wanted, and what they wanted was her. She was trembling, almost in tears, and when Rob tried to hug her, she pulled back, slapping his face.

"Oh, your going to be a feisty one are you?" he said as his strong hands grabbed her arms and held her.

"Just give us a little show and you can go!' he said with a smile, "I could tell from that kiss that you are a horny one!"

Lucy's head was spinning, the wine had clouded her judgement, she didn't want this, she didn't want anything to do with these guys, but they had that picture, and her business card that she had given them down in the bar. She knew they could find out more and somehow get that damning photo to her husband.

She tried once more to reason with them, but they refused to listen. "OK she snapped at them, I give you your little fucking show!"

Rob stepped back, giving her some space. She could feel their eyes on her and her hand trembled as her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly she undid the buttons, the lacy flesh coloured bra now exposed to their eyes. She almost said 'fuck it' and was going to head for the door, but she saw Ryan snap another picture and knew she couldn't take the chance now.

She pulled off her blouse and laid it on the chair beside her. Her fingers found the button and zip of her tailored skirt and she shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. She knew that her dark bush would be visible through the sheer flesh coloured panties. "Maybe that will turn them off," she thought.

Ryan was snapping more pictures and Rob gave a low whistle of appreciation as she bent over to pick up her skirt from the floor.

"Will that do!" she snapped, "Have you seen enough?"

"No, we want it all baby, the full monty!" exclaimed Ryan.

"No, I think I am going to leave," she said picking up her skirt and blouse and moving away from the middle of the room.

"I don't think you are," said Ryan, holding up the phone again. "What would your hubby think of this one?"

Lucy looked at the screen and could hardly believe what she saw. There she was her skirt at her ankles, with what looked like a smile on her face. She knew it was a smirk of disgust but that wasn't how it would be interpreted by her husband. And to make it worse, the mirror behind her reflected the two guys in the room with her.

"Now put those down, and lets get on with the show!" Rob ordered.

She wanted no part of this, but what could she do. They had those fucking compromising photos, both that she had seen making it look like she was a willing participant. And she was afraid that if she didn't do what they wanted, they might force her anyway. She placed the garments back on the chair and moved out into the centre of the room.

"That's it, just do what we ask and we'll delete the photos after we're done."

She kicked off her heels, and put one foot on the coffee table as she rolled down one of her stockings. She glanced at the two men and saw them grinning as she continued undressing. The second stocking followed, then her garter belt. She stood there for a moment in just her bra and panties.

The men were smiling and obviously found her attractive. She didn't have big breasts, but her's were well formed and not saggy. Her legs and ass were her best features, her husband always had told her she had the legs of a thoroughbred. 

Ryan kept taking pictures while Rob did the talking. "Turn around babe, show us that sexy ass!.. take off that bra!"

Lucy reached back and unclasped the bra, then let it slide from her body, baring her breasts to their eyes. 

"Look at those big nipples!" exclaimed Ryan, making her feel like a piece of meat on display. "Now the panties!"

Her dignity was long gone, so she slipped her fingertips into the waistband of the sheer unties and slid them down her hips and off, leaving her standing naked and on display.

She saw the guys move close, and she shivered as they run their hands over her body. She closes her eyes, feeling helpless. She feels lips against her neck. She tries to pull away, but a strong hand holds her arm. 

"You've had your show, guys, now please delete those pictures and let me go to my room!"

"Well now we have more pictures, lots more, so I think the ante has gone up, don't you?" Ryan says with a grin on his face.

"Yes, Lucy," adds Rob, "now you need to do some sucking and fucking to get us to delete them!"

Lucy's eyes widened at Rob's crass comment. "Oh my god," she thought, "they are going to rape me!"

She felt a hand slide over her thick bush, fingertips moving up and down her slit. She trembled, wanting to just flee, but afraid of the consequences if she does. These guys might be blackmailing me, but no one would understand if they saw those photos. 

Lucy closed her eyes and whimpered as a thick finger entered her.

One of the guys had moved away, but soon was back, touching her and he was naked now as well. His erection pressing against her, his hands moving, exploring. She felt helpless, but knew that if she did not comply they might get rough with her, and she didn't want that. Her spirit was broken and she felt herself giving in. 

Her hand reached out tentatively, finding the hard cock with her fingertips, moving them up and down its length. She opened her eyes and saw it was Ryan. Rob was a few feet away, removing his clothes as well. She had never been with more than one man in her life, and only with her husband these many years.

She tried one last feeble attempt to talk them out of it, but they were having no part of that, they wanted her, wanted to use her for their pleasure.

Lucy felt a strong hand on her shoulder, guiding her down, down to her knees, two erect cocks bobbing in front of her face. "Suck!" one of the men growled.

She took one of the cocks in her hand, bringing the head to her lips, opening her mouth, taking him in. She had not sucked anyone but her husband in so many years, and now far away from home in a stranger's hotel room she was about to suck two of them.

She was trapped, she didn't want to do this, but the consequences of her husband seeing those pictures would be devastating.

She felt she had to comply with their demands, and she hoped they would, after they were satisfied, keep their word and destroy all the photos. She would be their whore to save her marriage.

She began bobbing her head up and down on the first cock, swirling her tongue, just like her husband taught her, taking it deep into her mouth.

"She know her way around a cock!" she heard Ryan say, and knew it was him in her mouth. 

Maybe they will cum quickly, she thought and she could get it over with. She pulled her lips back, keeping just his cock head in her mouth and she began sliding her fingertips up and down the shaft. She heard a soft moan and then, "Holy fuck she is good, you got to feel this!"

With that, Ryan pulled his cock from her lips and it was quickly replaced by Rob's. His cock was longer, but not as thick as the first one. She began sucking him, then felt his hands in her hair, gripping and guiding her. He was rougher than Ryan, fucking her mouth and almost making her gag. She was being used, treated like a whore.

As Rob's cock pushed in and out of her mouth, her feelings of anger and disgust were joined by a tingling deep within. Although she had been forced into this situation, some animalistic instinct was making her excited by what was happening and about to happen. 

Rob gripped her hair tighter and pulled her off his cock, "You need a good fucking Lucy, you probably haven't had one in a long time!"

With that he directed her down onto all fours and moved in behind her, giving her bottom a slap as he spread her legs and then thrust his cock into her from behind. Ryan had moved in front of her and pushed his thick cock against her mouth, which she instinctively opened to take him in. For the first time in her life, Lucy was being used by two cocks, not by her choice, but by circumstances beyond her control.

Lucy's mind and body were conflicted. In her mind, she was disgusted by what was happening, being forced into sex by these two "punks". Although she it knew this was wrong, her body was reacting in a totally opposite way. Her nipples were taut and tingling, her pussy wet and slick as Rob's cock thrust into her. She was passing the point of any resistance and her will was broken, all she could do now was cooperate and let them use her for their pleasures.

Her lips tightened on the thick cock that was in her mouth, her tongue swirling around Ryan's hot flesh. She was sucking his cock in a way she had not done in so many years, even with her husband. 

She pushed back against Rob's thrusts, feeling his cock sink deep as he fucked her. She felt his hand caressing her buttocks, then sliding around to seek and find her now extended clit. As he touched it, she moans around Ryan's cock, sending sweet vibrations along the length of it. Her hand moved up, finding Ryan's heavy sac, her nails running over the ridges of his flesh. 

Then, the men moved, switching places and Ryan's thickness entered her, causing a loud moan to escape her lips before Rob's cock filled it again.

She could tell the men were nearing the edge, their movements quickening, deep growls of pleasure escaping their lips. Her own body was responding, as she too was enveloped by a wave of pleasure. 

She heard a loud grunt and felt Ryan's hands grasp her hips and she knew he was cumming deep inside of her. She instinctively clamped down around his cock, as he pumped her hard and deep. 

As Ryan continues to fuck her, she feels Rob's hands in her hair and she feels his cock pulse and ropes of his thick creamy cum shoot into her mouth. She tightens her lips around his shaft and tries to swallow as much of his big load as she can. 

The two men use her until they are drained, and then their cocks slip from her and they lay back spent beside her. 

Lucy's disgust for what they have done quickly returns and she moves away from them, gathering up her clothes and quickly dressing. Both of them just lay back, smiling at her. 

"Well," she says indigently. "you've had your fun, now delete those pictures for me!"

The two men look at themselves and then at her and they laugh. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Rob exclaims, "We'll just keep those for now!"



Flight Delay Ch. 02



The cold Colorado winter wind gusted outside, then calmed. What a luxury to be living in California he thought. But, the room was warm, and their two naked bodies nestled together in the heated ambience. Her body, pressed against his, stirred slightly and she sighed, then curled her knees a little and tightened her arm over his shoulder, but still seemed to be sleeping. He thought of the first time they met on-line.

The message popped up on the screen. "What's under the robe?" it flashed. Her screen name was pussykat. He smiled, always happy when a mature woman pmed him. "Just the usual stuff" he typed. Then a long conversation started; it seemed so natural. They talked regularly, when time allowed, and they would drift away, come back, and drift away again. The conversation always included sexual innuendos, and eventually they made love—so satisfyingly that the inevitable happened, and they decided to meet "just to have lunch," and here they were, naked in bed, basking in the reverie of their fantastic sex.

His thoughts caused a swelling between is legs. It was still wet from the combination of his semen and her natural juices that flowed so freely, the air redolent with their mixed scent. Soon the swelling became a full erection, straining against her closed legs. His fingers gently traced lines up and down Katherine's bare arms. She sighed again, and kissed his shoulder. There was no need for words. They'd used words so many times to express their loving on the screen. Now it was just soaking up the closeness, enjoying the moment.

She moved her hips and slid her left leg over Teddy's, massaging her calf up and down his hairy leg. The space allowed his hardness to spring free from its confinement. He moved his hand over her smoothly contoured hip, down her leg, then crossed to her inner thigh. She purred like a kitten, a pussykat he thought, as his fingers tiptoed up her soft thigh, feeling the heat and wetness that he both left and created just moments ago. She looked up demurely and chuckled whispering "I'm still pretty wet down there darling." His fingers parted her warm lips with a tiny click, touching what felt like warm aloe. "Two fingers please" she said with a devilish smile, as if ordering a glass of scotch.

She bucked her hips, backing away when he probed deeply, then slamming forward when he pulled back, his fingers worked inside her spongy wet pussy, making delicious slurpy fetching sounds. He imagined the image of his fingers surrounded by her slippery pink walls, and rejoiced that her wetness was so lusciously added to by the semen so recently shot from his balls. 

Brought back to reality by the sensation of her fingers wrapping themselves around his cock he whispered "Oh baby, stroke it." She moved the loose skin over his rigid shaft, and his heart fluttered when she said "I want to taste you Teddy." 

Feeling devilish, he took his sopping fingers out of her pussy, and began to gloss her lips. She puckered and pecked his fingertips, then opened her lips and sucked them deeply inside her mouth, squeegeeing, the white exotic residue with her tongue. He pulled his fingers out with a "pop" and slid them back inside her pussy, at the same time melting his lips into hers, then sliding them back and forth through the glossy, redolent coating. 

Their passion was fully aroused as they kissed, tongues playing wildly, now breathing as one. Saliva leaked from their mouths and down their chins, the delicious musky odor of their co-mixed fluids enhancing their excitement. He felt the rough area inside her vagina, and began pressing to locate her gspot. She lay still in anticipation, and then wiggled when he found it, bucking as his fingertip found the slight bulge which grew with his repeated pressing and releases. She worked her hand up and down his cock as her legs spread and came together, wanting to give him pleasure as her sodden pussy bucked against his hand. 

When they came up for air, she brushed her long hair back, holding it out of the way of her face, and covering his rigidity with her mouth, plunging until his head touched her soft palate. She gagged slightly, and then pulled back, grasping the base of his cock, moving his skin down, stretching it as her lips squeegeed his shaft. He felt the skin on his bullet shaped helmet stretch tight as she pulled downward, the slit opening, her tongue probing and licking the precum clean, squeezing her fingers and milking him, then filling the hole again, and cleaning it. Finally, with gulps and moans, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft while her tongue spread the sweet balm over the tight skin of his head.

He thought that he wouldn't be so sensitive, having taken the edge off his excitement in their initial coupling, but the urgency between his legs was building for another release, so he cramped the muscles around his anus to forestall a premature explosion. He realized that her mouth had felt the bulk of a cock many times before; she appeared to love pleasuring a man in this way, tantalizing each erogenous spot of his electric maleness. 

Katherine made use of all her oral assets: lips, tongue, teeth, ridged roof, and soft pallet; even tickling his head with her uvula. Her lips and mouth moved elegantly up and down his shaft, laving it with her copious saliva, while making satisfied, yet muffled sighs, breathing loudly through her flaring nostrils; at the same time fondling his balls, and even giving them a devilish squeeze. Her head moved wildly up and down, her hair getting in the way, wrapping around the wet shaft. She pushed it back again with her hand, moving faster and faster. She was in control of this phase of their love making. Her hand moved off his balls, and her finger pressed in as it found the soft spot toward his anus. I was free now to experience a deeper orgasm than he was accustomed. The dam held, but every nerve in his body shuddered in ecstasy.

Ted was free to experience a deeper orgasm than he was accustomed. The dam held, but every nerve in his body shuddered in ecstasy. He couldn't believe the spasms that started in his balls, moved to his anus, contracted his toes, and caused him to gulp in air and release with a "holy shit! Oh baby, baby!" His usual high when he ejaculated was not the same. This time he stayed high, not experiencing the usual lassitude, which required precious minutes to pass. The sensation in the head of his cock increased, instead of diminishing, and his eyes widened like saucers as Katherine's mouth continued to devour him, her own excitement being expressed in high pitched, but muffled screams. God, she really loves this he thought.

She released the pressure on his spot, knowing that he would stay hard now, but allowing her to taste a modicum of his sperm that oozed the length of his shaft. She raised her head and smiled at him, licking his white essence, appearing like a model in a milk ad. The look in her eye told him that she was not yet finished with him, and she positioned herself between his legs, coaxing him to raise them. She lifted his balls out of the way, spread his cheeks and coated the balm of his manhood over his wrinkled anus, her tongue tip circling, which caused an "sssss, ooooh, Jesus!"

Having satisfying her oral fetish for the time being she thought I want that throbbing cock inside me again, and lowered his legs to the bed, his veined cock standing upright. She straddled him, walked on her knees to his erection, taking it in her hand, then raised to position herself above it. She lowered slightly, wiggling his cock along her slippery groove, find the entrance to her love tunnel, wiggled again, forming the socket and then, let her self sink slowly down, impaled on his rigid manhood. As she went down, her spongy walls felt his bulk filling her, exciting the nerves of her tingling vagina. Her lids closed and her eyeballs rolled up as her lips formed a small oval, which allowed an almost whistled "oooooooh." 

Teddy gasped "oh fuck!" as he felt his cock being covered and embraced inside her. He bucked up to meet her, watching her eyes close and her lips whisper her ecstatic pleasure. Their bodies slapped together, and then settled on the bed. He hooked his legs over her calves, and opened his arms as she laid her body on his, her breasts flattening on his chest. 

Their eyes met, and lips smiled. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this Katy?" he said. She smiled and nodded, as if she knew. "I've looked at your picture" he said "read our chat's, both those where we made love and not." 

She kissed both of his eyelids. 

"I've thought of you so many times, while he stroking my hard cock, imagining my hand was you..." he said.

She kissed his lips, pushed up on her knees, her tight and luscious pocket gliding up his engorged shaft, until her vaginal sphincter held the knob of his head, and then dropped. "Aaaah" he moaned, and continued through clenched teeth "I've spurted my semen, covering my hand, feeling my cum shoot inside you so many times..." Again Katherine recoiled, then dropped hard, impaling herself on him "Aaaah...Oh baby to feel you on me like this, to know that I'm inside you...Jesus!"

"Ooooooooh" she said all the way down, until her bottom slapped on Teddy's legs, just barely feeling his balls rising in the cleft of her cheeks; her breast sagging down with gravity and then bouncing up.

"You have very sexy breasts" he said, holding up his hands, fondling them as she continued her slow bucking ride.

She continued moving up and down, "ssssing" with each retraction and "oooohing" with each penetration, loving the feel of his hands pressing on her breasts, circling them and increasing her excitement as she rode the delicious carousel. She felt his fingers testing the softness of her breasts, her mind full of his cock moving in and out of her like a piston, turning the motor of her libido, not realizing that he had begun rolling her nipples, like a radio dial, searching for the right program. Her eyes were closed, feeling his fullness massaging vagina, almost touching her cervix, with each return to the saddle.

He couldn't believe how long he stayed hard, realizing that Katherine's expertise in shutting off his valve when she was sucking his cock, was responsible for this long and lovely copulation. And he'd never felt such excitement, with each impalement, on the nerve endings of his glans.

With his eyes closed he felt her soft, slickness stroke him so soft. It was as if when she covered him with her allness, he felt a surge in his balls, his tongue, toes and finger tips—total enervation. He looked up and couldn't stop his words "I love you Katherine" as his fingers began squeezing her nipples. He knew it would hurt, but knew also that it would fill her with ecstasy, and he squeezed harder still.

Katherine felt the fire of pain in her nipples. She breathed deeply as his fingers squeezed hard, raising on her knees, the head of his cock almost out of her pussy. The pain in her nipples intensified, and then she felt a numbness, which excited her. She sat down hard, closed her eyes and threw her head back, her nostrils flaring with her torrid breath. Raising up again, feeling the head of his cock brushing her g-spot, she moved her hips back a little, and worked the distended glans against her bulging sac. 

As his hardness rubbed against the front of her Yoni, she worked his head against her g-spot, feeling it become more sensitive and swollen. She felt her orgasm building, and wanted him to cum with her, so she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his lingam, and, as she moved up and down in sharp jabs, she masturbated his exposed shaft, commanding "cum for me baby, cum, let's do it together."

She felt the rumbling begin deep inside her, knowing that she was going to ejaculate from her g-spot, and she sat down hard, burying him deeply inside of her. His legs and butt tightened, and he raised up trying to fuck her, as he grunted "uh,uh,uh." She was in full slide, moving up and down, gritting her teeth, making "sss, sss,sss" sounds anticipating her release... She felt it coming and fucked with wild abandon, feeling, feeling... "Oh God, Teddy!" Her spot released and she gushed.

He could hold back no longer, and, at Katherine's invitation, came with intense pulsations, once, twice, three times, and then, his balls spasing one more time, leaked the last remains of his reservoir into her sodden pussy. She kept fucking him, up and down, now running on the remains of her passion. 

Both felt the surge of each other's ejaculations; He the initial warmth of her essence, just before his seminal surges; She the release of her sac, and then the pulsation of his cock. The separate juices flowed and then mixed, her urine-like ejaculate mixed and thinned his thicker semen. The result was silky. Their repeated strokes forced liquid through her tight ring, sending a fetching bubbly flow down his shaft, which seeped into his pubic hair and sagged down his scrotum.

Exhausted, she fell upon his body, at first kissing passionately, then drifting off into darkness. He luxuriated in the warm, soft weight of her body, smelling the copious musk, now leaking past his receding promontory, her sopping—soft walls lovingly embracing his limpness. As he drifted to join Katherine in satisfied slumber, he remembered her breathing slowing, and then becoming almost nonexistent, but for her satisfied sighs.

to be continued...



Flight Delay Ch. 03



I heard her screaming my name “Oh God, Teddy, yes, yes!” then awoke with a start, feeling a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and the beautiful flight attendant, with the dark hair and dimpled cheek, was shaking me.

“We’ll be landing at LAX in just fifteen minutes sir.”

My dream was so real. It seemed that our loving would go on forever. I hoped that I’d not been talking in my sleep. The aching hardness between my legs seemed to have a memory of its own. My skin was stretched tight, and there was a burning sensation, both inside my urethra and at the underside of the purplish helmet. I shook my head, lifted my tray table and brought my seat back to its upright position. 

“Nice dream, huh?” she said, stealing a lightning glance at my crotch, winked, and moved down the aisle. 

As the plane began its descent my mind went back to the motel in Detroit, and I remembered waking from my orgasm induced slumber. I was lying on my stomach, my balls beginning to ache with more activity than they’d known since my honeymoon. I seemed pinned to the bed, and could feel her legs straddling my back, the warm wetness of her sodden pussy vibrating in a small circle just above my butt. I could feel her hand moving, touching my back, and I heard her labored breathing. I began to move.

“Stay still Teddy” she said, as if talking through clenched teeth. “I’m almost there” she gasped urgently as her hips started shaking me from side to side, and she began stifling muffled “uh, uh, uhs.” 

I felt her hand stop, realizing she had two fingers inside her, pressing her swollen gspot. I knew what she was doing, having discussed this fantasy of mine on line so many times.

“Ohhhh Godddd Teddy” she exploded, as her body froze, then quivered and raised. 

I can’t remember whether I heard the muted sound of the rushing liquid first, or the feel of my back being sprayed with warm water. But I knew that she had ejaculated on my back, gushing the flow which existed in but few women. Her soft ass settled on the small of my back, and she began moving the liquid up and down. Now I could feel her flaccid wet labia, on the back of my neck, on my left shoulder, then my right, spreading the exotic mixture of her female lubrication and the delicate urine-like aroma from her tantric sponge.

“I want to smell like you” I told her that night, three months before, “I want you to wash my entire body with your pussy.”

“Is this as good as you thought it would be?” She asked as she turned me over, lowered her pinkness to my forehead, then, cadging backward, washed down my nose, across my lips, chin, neck, and now my chest. I could hear the soft sibilant noise of her delicate lips as they slathered their sensuous surfactant.

As if floating in ethereal amniosis, I lay there feeling a soft buzzing in my ears with the sensation of tiny Lilliputian fingers tickling my body. It was more than titillation, it was a complete massage, the kind that few mortals would ever experience. She continued down, now sliding over my right thigh, the wetness making a wet abrading sound on my plentiful leg hair. When she got to the arch of my foot, she raised slightly, held my big toe, and lowered herself on it, my toe feeling the warm sponge. Then she repeated on the left leg, fucked my toe with three slow plunges, and then moved backward on her elbows and knees. 

I could see the redly chafed clam between her legs, seeping with the wetness of her passion. Still on her knees she straightened her back, then walked backward awkwardly, and bent at the waist. Her hands took my partially swollen penis, and I winced again as she began sucking the softish head between her lips. I hardened further, and she began sucking me in an exquisite motion. At the same time she bent her legs as her cheeks and ass spread. I saw her lips part with a liquid click, stretching a gossimer string between them and breaking it. 

Her pussy and anus were a work of erotic art: reddened large lips, with pink ginger-like petals in between, spreading to show the fuck opened hole, glistening pink insides showing it’s marvelous contents. Her wondrous gash was topped by the pinkish brown moue, spoked by her delicate wrinkles. And, it seemed to be pulsing, bulging out, and gently sucking back in. The other end of the sensual slit was decorated with her fleshy node, covered partially by a soft protective sheath, the glistening pink head peaking out. I watched her soft bottom lower to my forehead, until the redolent clam pressed against my lips, and the spoked anus touching the tip of my nose.

Together we licked and sucked, wiggled and bucked, until her bottom vibrated, and she tensed, as my body went ridged, and my semen flowed from aching balls into her covering mouth, and her body went limp on mine.

It was as if we were one organism now. Our breathing matched, as did our heartbeats. We were melted together, she laying on top of me, weightless, almost buoyant. I could only see her legs, the contour of her ass, her reddened puffy lips with the tiny bit of clitoris peeking out. I wanted to spoon with her, to caress her, to fondle her soft breasts…and we did.

As we lay together neither of us drifted off. We were alone in our thoughts but together in the rest of our allness. We were afraid to talk, knowing that our talk might be futile; both committed to our marriage. This liaison was never supposed to have taken place, but karma demanded it. As we lay in silence we both dwelt on the karma that might allow it to happen again.

She dropped me off at the airport, with a smile on her lips, and tears in her eyes. I got out of the car and started to talk. “Shhh” she said placing her index finger on her lips. With a lump in my throat I waited for her to say something. Her eyes welled as she whispered “I know” and the car started moving forward. I nodded and closed the door.

I opened the door to my house, and heard “Hi honey, did you get any new business?”

“Well, nothing immediate. This is going to require a couple more trips I think.”

She walked to me with a smile, and hugged me tightly. “Welcome home sweetie.” Placing her head on my chest she paused. “I love your new cologne.”

the end.



Flight Delay Fellatio



Cancelled. Delayed. Re-routed. Holiday travel can be aggravating and that day was no exception. It was two days after Christmas and I was stuck in Washington Dulles Airport...my flight home had been cancelled and the next one was five hours away.

I walked around the terminal aimlessly for awhile, looking for a good way to kill some time. There were few options: a newsstand, a fast food place, and a bar. With five hours to kill, getting trashed seemed a good an idea as any.

I took a seat at the bar, ordered a beer and waited for the time to pass. Sitting next to me were two pilots, unmistakable in their crisp uniforms and airline lapels. Thankfully, they were just drinking coke. 

I didn't pay much attention to them initially, but did hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

"The plane's sitting by the gate ready to go, they just won't let us take off for another five hours," one of them mumbled. "We won't get to New York till midnight," said the other.

New York? That's where I was going. I looked over at my neighbors and got a better look. Both were older, perhaps in their fifties. One was particularly tall, maybe 6'3", while the other was around my height, maybe 5'8." Both were handsome in their own way. 

The shorter pilot had a somewhat stocky, but fit build and a full head of salt and pepper hair. His clean shaven face and light blue eyes gave him an almost youthful appearance, albeit distinguished. The taller pilot, in contrast, was bald...although it suited him. He had a prominent nose and a muscular build...I could see his thighs tautly filling out his pants. His eyes were dark and contrasted his paler skin.

They were both the opposites of me in appearance. While they were older and distinguished, I still looked like a college student. Even though I was approaching 34, I had a youthful face and a slim build. Particularly in the sweatshirt and jeans I was wearing, I looked ten years my junior. My darker olive skin also set me apart from my bar-stool neighbors.

When I heard them mention New York, I interrupted their conversation and introduced myself as Max. The taller gentleman was Frank and the shorter one was John. They were, in fact, the pilots for my flight.

Both were friendly and with one beer in me, I found myself more gregarious than usual. Our conversation was light and topical, and I found Frank and John to be good company. We had killed about an hour chatting away, and were wondering what else there was to do.

Of course, my mind raced with naughty possibilities, but nothing to me indicated that either John or Frank were into gay sex. And save for a few glances at Frank's crotch, I gave no indication of how much I loved to suck cock.

John asked me if I'd ever been inside a cockpit and I replied I hadn't. They told me the plane was docked on the runway and they'd be happy to show me around if I wanted.

With four hours to go before take-off, I followed John and Frank through the gate and onto the runway, where we boarded the plane. It was empty, of course, and we all settled into the tiny cockpit. My new pilot friends sat by the controls while I sat in a seat behind them.

They showed me some of the controls on the dashboard. As we chatted amicably, Frank got up and closed the cockpit door and leaned against it—standing right next to me. I entertained many lascivious thoughts as Frank's crotch was now inches from my face. Enough so that my quick looks at Frank's crotch became more frequent. But again, he didn't seem to notice.

Frank checked his watch and sat back down in his pilots seat and exclaimed, "Well that's the cockpit." 

Our conversation came to an awkward lull. In silence, John and I made eye contact for a few seconds...his eyes then slowly went straight to his own crotch and then back to me. I was absolutely stunned and couldn't quite believe it. I looked to Frank for explanation only to find him stroking his cock through his pants.

For a few moments, I was frozen...almost apprehensive at what was transpiring. As much as I fantasized about having fun with these guys, I didn't really think it was going to happen. But here they were, ready for action, and I was too much in shock to do anything.

My uneasiness quickly turned to lust as Frank unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants to reveal a stunning display of manhood. His breathtakingly large cock was pointing straight up—his equally breathtaking ball-sac was hanging low over his trousers. My mouth watered.

Without saying a word, I crawled over to Frank and got a closer look at his beautiful member. It was uncut and shaved and looked to be a good eight inches long. I kissed his shiny cock-head.

I looked up at Frank, maintaining eye contact as I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and then over and under his ball-sac. I then traced my tongue back up his shaft—when my tongue reached his cock-head again, I gave him the sluttiest smile I could muster and then proceeded to devour his cock.

As I massaged his balls, I bobbed my head up and down on his penis. His groans assured me I was doing a good job, so I kept at it. For the next twenty minutes my mouth and lips engulfed every inch of his cock as my tongue danced around his shaft. And when Frank couldn't take it anymore, he gave me what I needed.

I had his cock all the way down my throat...his balls were tickling my chin as my nose was against his pubic bone, buried in his sparse pubic hair. I could feel the head of Frank's cock against the back of my throat. Frank grabbed onto my shoulders, thrust himself even deeper, and unleashed a stream of cum that I expertly swallowed.

Frank must not have cum in days. His load kept pouring down my throat, and while I was able to swallow most of it, some of it accumulated in my mouth and dribbled down my chin. When Frank finally let go of every last drop, he collapsed into his chair...his slowly softening cock covered with a mixture of his cum and my saliva.

Frank looked at me and proclaimed, "That was the best blowjob I have ever had." I smiled a shy, yet gleeful smile. I'm a damn good cocksucker and I'm proud of it!

John, who I had almost forgot about, chimed in, "That was the best I've ever seen, that's for sure." The sizeable bulge in his pants was proof enough that he did, in fact, enjoy the show.

I would have shown John exactly how good my blowjobs are, but there was a knock at the cockpit door. Frank quickly zipped up and answered the door...it was a flight attendant telling us that our flight was going to leave sooner than scheduled, and they needed time to clean up the plane. 

I quickly tried to wipe up any remaining drops of cum from my face as I left. The flight attendant, a pretty blonde woman, looked at me suspiciously as I left, but didn't say anything to me.

About an hour later, the plane boarded and I took my seat. I had cleaned up before boarding the plane, but could still taste Frank's cum. It put a lewd smile on my face.

After the plane was comfortably in the air, they started the beverage service...the same pretty blonde flight attendant, Beth, handed me a bottle of water and then whispered into my ear, "John wants to see you in the cockpit...after we're finished serving drinks, I'll let you in to see him." I wondered if she knew.

A few minutes later, Beth tapped me on the shoulder and I followed her to the front of the plane. She opened the cockpit door and let me in, and then closed it behind her as she left. John had the co-pilots seat turned towards me and wasted no time. He pulled down his pants and unveiled his manhood.

John's cock wasn't particularly long...like me, had had about six inches. But he was very thick. My hands, albeit small, could barely get around the circumference of his shaft. 

I gave John the same service I gave Frank—a lustful coquettish blowjob. With intermittent eye contact and testicle massage, John was a very happy man. I playfully slapped his shiny erect member against my lips before I deep throated him. And with John balls deep down my throat, he unleashed a magnificent river of cum. 

Amazingly, he had even more cum than Frank. For what seemed like well over ten seconds, he spurted load after load down my quickly swallowing throat. The first few seconds I was able to take it down, but after that it all gushed out of my mouth. My chin was coated with John's semen.

John laid back in his seat and gave me the same compliment that Frank had, "That was the best fucking head I've ever had." I loved hearing that. Frank, who was amazingly not too distracted while flying the plane, concurred, "you're an amazing cocksucker Max."

After he said that, I wanted to help myself to Frank's cock again, but there was another knock at the door. Beth, without waiting for anyone to respond, just walked in. John still hadn't pulled his pants back up and I was sitting on the floor with gobs of cum on my face. I was mortified.

But Beth, without so much as batting an eye, told us to get cleaned up as we were about to land soon. Red-faced, I wiped my face and walked back to my seat.

As I was leaving the plane, Beth pulled me aside and whispered into my ear, "You must be amazing...I didn't think anybody sucked cock better than me!" She handed me a scrap of paper with her number. "Call me," she said. "We'll have to compare notes sometime."



Flight Delay Fellatio Ch. 02



I was nervous when I called Beth. No women knew of my appetite for cock, and Beth more than knew – she had seen cum dripping down my chin. But rather than being horrified, as I would imagine most women would be, Beth was complimentary.

Beth and I met for coffee in a quiet diner on a Saturday evening. Seeing her, I was reminded of how pretty she was. She had a natural, youthful quality about her – no make-up, long straight blonde hair, and an effortless smile. Her skin was pale and slightly freckled, and here eyes were a beautiful cornflower blue. Her kind, relaxed demeanor put me at ease.

I was surprised at how shapely Beth was – her flight attendant uniform didn't do her justice. She was wearing jeans and a tight sweater which highlighted her healthy backside and generous bosom. She was about my height (5'7") and her body was fit and belied her age (I couldn't believe she was actually 40). She was a very sexy woman.

We chatted for awhile about innocent topics – I was surprised to find that Beth was married to Frank! After an hour or so, our conversation finally turned sexual. She was very curious as to how I became such a consummate cocksucker. I shared my history with her: My first cock in a porno theatre when I was twenty, my bathhouse adventures, internet hookups, and my otherwise very ‘straight' lifestyle. She was fascinated by my sexual life.

"What attracted you to cock-sucking in the first place...did you just wake up one day and decide you wanted to suck a cock?" she asked.

"Kind of," I replied. "I used to visit this porno theatre in when I was in college and one day I noticed two guys going at it in the bathroom. I was disgusted at first and ran out of there. But I couldn't get the image out of my head, and soon I had fantasies about doing it myself. So one day, I went back to that porno theatre, found a nice looking guy, sat down next to him, and sucked his cock...I've been hooked ever since."

"That's amazing Max," she said. "What is it about giving head that you love so much?"

"Well, it's everything." I thought about it for a second. "I love the feel of a cock against my lips or playfully slapped against my face. I love the texture of cum...feeling it on my tongue or dripping down my face. But I think most of all, I just love the slutty feeling of being on my knees and servicing a guy."

"We have a lot in common," said Beth. "Do you like women too?"

"Oh absolutely," I replied. "I love women...as much as I love sucking cock."

Beth smiled broadly and invited me back to her place. As we walked into her apartment, she held my hand and led me to her soft living room couch. She kissed my cheek and then worked her way down to my neck, which absolutely drives me crazy. I kissed her back...we spent the next hour leisurely exploring each others mouths.

Her soft full lips complemented mine perfectly and we would have been content spending the night kissing. But of course, we moved on to other things. My hands found their way under Beth's sweater as she firmly grabbed my backside. In removing her sweater and bra, I unveiled the softest, most beautiful breasts.

They were lightly freckled with large areola and erect nipples. They had the slightest wilt to them, which I found incredibly sexy. My hands couldn't encompass their ample size, but my lips and tongue explored every inch of her magnificent chest. By the time I worked my way back to her lips, we had undressed completely.

Beth took the lead now – she firmly rolled me onto my back and crawled between my legs. Sitting on the couch, I felt Beth kiss her way up my legs. On her knees, she rested her arms on my thighs. She looked up at me with her big sexy eyes as her spectacular breasts fell between my knees.

"I want your cum," she whispered. My cock, erect as it has ever been, twitched in anticipation. 

Beth leaned forward and licked my smooth ball-sac. She skillfully massaged each testicle in her mouth, gently pulling my scrotum. Working her way up my shaft, Beth was generous with her tongue. She sensually let her saliva fall onto my cock and then licked it off as if she were a cat drinking water. It was extraordinary.

I didn't think I could last much longer, and Beth knew it. She easily deep throated my six inch cock and furtively bobbed her head up and down. I let out a deep, satisfying groan and experienced an extraordinary orgasm. My whole body trembled as I came and my hyper-sensitive cock could barely take Beth's continued attentions. She wouldn't let my cock out of her mouth until she got every drop.

She did, in fact, get every drop. And when she crawled on top of me and kissed me, I could taste myself in her mouth. We kissed leisurely, yet passionately. And when my recovering penis grew into its full length, Beth grinded her pelvis onto mine; and I comfortably slipped inside of her. She fucked with a sensual, energetic rhythm – bouncing on my cock with glee. 

After bringing me to the verge of another orgasm, Beth decided it was she who wanted to be fucked. She rolled off of me and gracefully fell onto the floor, coaxing me on top of her. Lifting her left leg over my shoulder, she guided me inside of her and commanded firmly, "fuck me".

I obliged. After thrusting quickly for several minutes while Beth played with her clitoris, she came. Her orgasm was beautiful and uninhibited as she let out ferocious moans of joy that also sent me over the edge. I managed to pull out before exploding and coated her stomach, chest and even her chin. I felt the warmth of my cum between us as I collapsed on top of her.

She kissed me on the lips and mused, "Great cocksuckers are always a great lay."