0 comments/ 10423 views/ 0 favorites Flight of Fancy By: Imus My RedHeaded Muse asked me for a story, and how could I deny her this... or anything? Why do hotel suites all look the same? It doesn't matter whether it's Marriott's, Sheraton, or whatever. They all make you forget where you are, which city, which time zone. But I knew exactly which time zone, it was Eastern Standard Time, this wasn't the Australian version, but the American. The city... let's say it's just somewhere on the East Coast... with good points and bad... with some very boring people and some exciting folks. And I? I was spending time with someone very exciting, someone who had grabbed a piece of my heart and held it hostage since we met.. a long time ago. Someone who had, for so long, been a scribble on a page and now I was learning to love in real life. The day had been like a number before, a discovery of time, of space, and of heart. But even more than others, it had a certain tension, the sort that one feels before dawn breaks, or before a thunderstorm strikes. The kind of tension that presages a release of pent up energies... almost elemental in its nature. We held each other tight as the elevator made its way to our eyrie high above the traffic noise. Your perfume as intoxicating as the first time I felt it. Your curves melting into me like heaven's own pillow. I didn't know what the evening might hold but I knew it would be good. Your eyes are shut, and your sensual mouth is smiling as if to itself, the kind of smile of a cat that knows it will eat the canary... Walking into the suite felt almost domestic. You drop your shoes lying by the front door... make your way to the couch and turn the TV on. I can't even remember what we talked about. I remember going to the kitchen counter, picking up the bottle of Glenfiddich and pouring out a couple of glasses worth. It was one of my many small and pleasant surprises that you also liked scotch whisky. The TV was blaring out a message of violence and nihilism, Schwartznegger I think. I brought you your glass and then sat on the floor between your legs, relaxing in the embrace of your thighs and calves. Your hands caressed my hair and I pushed back against them, enjoying the feeling. Your fingers felt warm as they traced a path down the back and then sides of my neck. It reminded me that my neck was sore, and I purred with pleasure at your touch. 'Why don't you take your shirt off and I'll massage your shoulders?' you said innocently. My response became a muffled noise as I took the hem of my polo shirt and pulled it off over my head. The room felt somewhat chilly as I nestled once again within the embrace of your legs. Your fingers took on renewed strength as they sought to dissolve the knots buried in my muscles. 'Hmmm... gawd you're good at this!' I luxuriated in your effort as your hands worked magic on my shoulders, and neck. The pleasure of your touch was working its magic, and I became increasingly horny. I turned within your legs, kneeled, and reached forward to rest my head on your breast. Your arms reached around me, cradling me and pulling me towards you. My head rested on the think film of silk of your blouse. For once you were dressed in silk and skirt, rather than tee-shirt and jeans. Your skirt was black and short, but not outrageously so. It suited you so well that I wondered why you didn't wear it more often. I reached up and kissed you, bringing my soul to touch your lips. It was a wonderful kiss, slow, warm, our tongues teasing each other in nature's own dance. I said 'There's something I want you to do, and I don't want you to ask questions... but it will be fun'. You looked at me expectantly, not knowing what could be in my mind. 'I want you to go to the bathroom and take your bra and panties off... that's all. Take your time and then come back out'. With a puzzled look, you said 'OK' and got up... walking slowly to the bathroom. I watched you go, entranced by your figure.... When you closed the door, I went to the stereo and put on some slow blues music, then reached for the dimmer and turned them down to a slight glow. There was candelabra on the table, and I light the three candles, adding their light to the room, which now appeared to be bathed in a warm half light. The door of the bathroom opened and for a second your figure was outlined in the bathroom's sharp light, your breasts heavy and now covered only by the sheerest of silk. You turned the light off and walked towards me. Your nipples already hard and pushing little bumps on your blouse. There is a wonderful cadence to a woman walking with no bra on. It reminds me of an ocean as the breasts move with their own rhythm and bounce. I bring my finger to my lips in the universal sign for quiet. I take your hand and draw you close as we slowly dance to the music that fills the air. 'I want you to close your eyes" I tell you, 'and pretend'. I ask you to imagine that we are at a party, just a few friends drinking, laughing and dancing'. As I spoke I traced the fingers of one hand up from your waist, slowly moving towards your breast. Your eyes were still closed, your imagination filling the scene with the suggested reality. With your arms around my neck, my hand cupped your breast, caressing it lovingly. I whispered in your ear 'they're watching'. I reached for the front of your blouse and undid one more button from the top. I heard your breath catch in your throat. My fingers caressed the smooth skin of your cleavage, my fingers looking for and finding your nipple, and finding it hard and erect. I undid another button, and yet another. I felt your breath come faster and shallower. My hand is pushing the material away from your breast and exposing it to the light.... Any observer would see you brazenly displayed. I tell you 'more of them are watching... and not just the men'. I turn slightly and bring my arms down your sides, one hand caressing your ass, the other playing with the front of your thigh. My right hand drops slightly and dives under your skirt, placing my hand against the cheek of your buttock. It feels so hot. I am sure you can feel the unseen observer's eyes on my hand on your ass. The material is riding up and you are almost completely exposed. My other hand is similarly busy, also diving under your skirt and caressing the hair on your pussy. Emboldened, my middle finger pushes into your folds, seeking your clit. It feels fiery hot, moist and enflamed. I play with it, gentle circles that send flashes of colour through your skin. I whisper in your ear that most people are watching you, their conversations quieted as they see your growing pleasure. Your cunt seems to draw my fingers in , one, then two, glistening in your moisture as they dive for your prize. I tell you softly that I want to taste you, here, whilst the party is going on. I lead you to a couch as the conversation around us resumes. I sit you down, with your skirt lifted and your bare backside touching the upholstery. I kneel between your legs, and plant a kiss on your inner thigh. How can we do this without being spotted? I move your skirt aside and place another kiss, higher on your skin, feeling your pussy hair tickling my cheek. Throwing caution to the winds I crouch lower, move your legs further apart and use my tongue in one sweeping motion raking the length of your cunt, feeling the wonderful taste and musky odour of your arousal. I plunge my tongue deep within you using it as a sort of cock for your pleasure, and then rising, aiming for your clit which deserves and gets special attention. I pause for a moment, and your eyes open wondering at the interruption. I move forward and kiss you, sharing your taste with you before once again seeking the pleasures of your cunt. I can feel your clit erect under my fingers as I lave the full length of your labia with my tongue. My fingers keeping your clit enthralled whilst I explore and learn your depths. I have a wicked half-smile on my face as explore even further... Lower I go, as the very tip of my tongue touches the skin just behind your cunt. Your perineum is so sensitive, I blow gentle wafts of breath upon your skin there and I feel your whole body catch its breath. I hear you moan gently as if lost in a reverie all of your own. Lower still... The dark rosette of your ass waits there as if in expectation. I contemplate this treasure as I kiss the skin around it gently and lovingly. I touch it with the very tip of my tongue, and your body arches as if struck by electricity. My tongue continues its work, lubricating the flesh, teasing it with feather touches that are magnified by the location of the touch. I lick one of my fingers and place it on your rosebud, caressing and pushing for entrance as my tongue once again seeks your cunt. Your hips rise to meet my lips as they play with your clit, and as they fall they impale you upon my finger, driving deeper within you. My tongue teases you as it dares you to hump higher for a flick on your clit. I tell you 'Do you want to cum?... then fuck my finger with your ass!' You moan and push your cunt to my face even more energetically... 'Are you going to cum?... in front of all these people?' I ask you in a whisper. Your reply is a half-moaned 'yes!'. 'Well... not yet!' I respond, giving your belly one last kiss, taking my hands away. I lean over and whisper in your ear 'you've been having fun and now is my turn, I want you to take my cock deep in your mouth and make love to it' but we need a bit of privacy' I say continuing the fantasy of making love in the midst of a crowd.... I take you by the hand into the small kitchen area, and make you kneel before me. The kitchen counter hides you from the party at large... but only just. 'Take my pants off!' I ask you as you immediately reach for the belt. My trousers fall and crowd around my ankles as you slip my briefs over my engorged cock and down my legs. Your hands caressing the skin of my ass as you do it. I look down and meet your eyes, as you lean forward and touch my glans with your tongue. You want to tease, but I want to fuck. I thrust my hips forward driving my penis into your mouth, your lips barely managing to keep your teeth from the sensitive skin. I feel your lips closing around me, drawing in me in,... I move back slightly and you again draw me in, deeper this time, and I feel your tongue playing with me, teasing my skin mercilessly. You take it out of your mouth, slurping, and licking it like an ice cream cone, your hand cradles my balls alternatively caressing and teasing with your fingernails.... That sensation is simply indescribable. You take me in once again, so deep I feel your throat upon my glans.... Your nose just about rubbing my abdomen.... I simply didn't think it could go in so deep.... My eyeballs are just about rolling back into their orbs with pleasure.... But this is not where I want to go today.... I pull back out, and you look up at me puzzled. I tell you ' I want to make love to you, right now! Right here!' I take you by the hand and help you to your feet, push you against the counter, bending you over it and exposing your beautiful behind. I reach over, pull your skirt down and off. I move behind you, between your legs and touch your cunt. It feels hot and wet, and as I do you move against me, wanting me inside you. I feel aflame as I thrust in slowly delving deeper into you, with my hand reaching around you to play with your clit. You match my thrust and we begin to move int that primordial rhythm of love. I notice a bottle of massage oil, left over from a previous evening's games. I reach over and pick it up, stopping for a second, with my prick barely within you. I pour a thin stream of oil over the crack of your ass, and watch it trickle down your skin, and onto your pussy. The feeling of the warm oil is sensual, and as I commence to push into you once again I feel the oil permeate our lovemaking. I reach for the thread of oil on your skin, gathering some on the pad of my thumb, and bringing it then to your rosebud, oiling and caressing the sensitive skin. My thumb seems to have a mind of its own as it starts to probe your nether depths in time with our lovemaking, wantonly lubricating your hole. Without slowing down, I lean over close to your ear and whisper 'You know what I'm going to do now?... I'm going to fuck your ass!' Your only response is a louder moan, incoherent but very erotic! I pull out and move my cock to the entrance of your ass, now gleaming with lubrication. My glans pushes into you, stretching the outer skin and the ring of muscle just inside. I urge you to relax your ass, as I watch my cock start disappearing within you. I reach around once again and recommence my work upon your clit. I whisper to you 'c'mon! if you want to cum then fuck my cock with your ass!' You suddenly push hard against me and my penis disappears completely within you, stretching your ass to an obscene size. The feeling and the tightness was hallucinogenic... causing starbursts which clouded my eyes. An agonized moan of pleasure escaped my lips, merging with a keening sound coming deep from your throat. I somehow notice that you still have your blouse on, the front held together by two remaining buttons. I grab hold of each side and tear it open, exposing your breasts to the light. Your eyes are still clenched shut as you play along with the fantasy... imagining a roomful of people watching you being used in such a way. I tell you 'Someone is asking. What's going on there?... I want you to answer him.... Tell him what you're doing!'. You whisper indistinctly... so I smack the cheek of your ass and tell you 'louder! So they can hear!'. You just about scream out the words 'He's fucking my ass!... and... and I'm loving it!' With that, the orgasm I felt building within you explodes and as it triggers mine, I drive my cock as deep as humanly possible within you I explode, coating your insides with my cum. Both our breaths come ragged to our throats... as I hold you close to me, luxuriating in the afterglow... Flight of Fancy Here is another story I wrote for a sexy TV friend to enjoy. This is one of my earlier efforts and my style has developed over time to involve a more dominant TV partner and experience. Please do let me know what you think and also if you are an ascertive TV/CD interested in trading stories! ************************************************ Boarding the plane I take my seat and cannot help noticing the beautiful young woman sitting next to me. She introduces herself as Mary Jane and I take her hand in mine feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. We chat and get to know each other as the plane takes off for the overnight flight. Soon the lights are dimmed and the blankets handed out. We talk in whispers, faces close together and I stare deep into her sparkling eyes. I feel her hand slide under my blanket and stroke my cock through my chino's. Her tongue dances in my ear and she whispers "follow me Markie if you're game." I watch she slides out of her seat and I admire her long slim legs as she walks down the aisle on her 4ins spiked heels towards the toilet cubicle. I quickly follow not caring who sees us. I slip into the toilet after Mary Jane closing the door. She pivots me around so that I'm astride the toilet and taking my face in her hands, she kisses me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth kissing me passionately. My hands slide down the contours of her body cupping her sexy ass and pulling MJ close to me. She unbuttons he crisp white blouse exposing a black lacy bra and pushes my head down to her breast. I lick and caress her nipple through the sheer material and feel it harden between my lips. She pushes me down so that I'm sitting on the toilet seat and I watch as she pulls up her short black skirt revealing a matching black lacy g-string and sheer black holdups. She turns around bending forward and pushing her delicious arse into my face she parts her cheeks with long painted fingernails. "Lick my arse Markie, stick your tongue inside me and make me hot" she moans. Running my tongue around her tight pink ring as she moans gyrating her hips within the confines of the cubicle. I push my tongue deep inside her tasting her sweet delight before she pulls away. Turning around I watch as she slowly pulls her panties to one side and gasp as I see her big hard cock spring out. She grasps my head in her hands before I can react and thrusts her magnificent throbbing dick deep into my mouth. I feel her hot hard girl cock push past my lips and along my tongue as she slides into my throat. I gag and try to pull back but the toilet's too small. I try to relax and give myself over to this new experience with this incredibly hot lady who is fucking my mouth. She grinds her hips as she builds up a slow and steady rhythm. I cup her cum filled balls and with my other hands grasp the base of her beautiful tv cock wanking her as she slides in and out of my mouth. I feel her fingers running through my hair as I concentrate on making her cum, wanting to taste her hot seed in my mouth. I feel her cock begin to twitch in my hand and she pulls back squeezing my cheeks together so that I open my mouth. As I stare at her delicious cock I hear her whisper "stick out your tongue Markie I have a treat for you, make sure you don't spill a drop of my precious cum!" She stands over me wanking her cock into my open mouth and then moaning loudly her penis explodes spraying her hot silvery jizz over my tongue. I close my lips around her head as her cock spasms in my mouth pumping her cum down my throat whilst wanking her into my wanton mouth. I swallow every drop licking and sucking her dick until she begins to go soft in my mouth. She slips her semi hard cock back into her sexy black g-string and readjusts her skirt tucking in her crisp white blouse before turning briefly to check her makeup and hair. She then opens the door and begins to walk out. She stops and turning back to me she says "Clean yourself up hun! You had better get some rest because I'm going to fuck your tight pussy ass before this flight is over." Flight of Fantasy Another delayed flight, another last minute connection. I rush through the terminal building, the display screens showing 'gate closing' for my next flight. As always, I seem to have to travel the entire length of the concourse, and my way keeps being blocked by slow moving crowds. "Why does this always happen to me?" I scream to myself. I arrive at the gate as the last couple of people are passing through the final security check. Having done the obligatory 'shoes off, belt off, do you want me to drop my pants too?' routine I am through to the boarding area. I drop my bags, collapse breathless onto a seat and close my eyes. After a couple of minutes I look around. There is the usual mixture of business suits and holiday casuals but the flight is obviously not going to be full. I am just about to close my eyes again when I see her. She is a couple of rows away, her face just showing over the top of a magazine, but what has caught my attention is that she is looking directly at me and laughing. For a moment I am taken aback, and then I realise that my anger and frustration has been only too visibly displayed, and maybe I need to be mocked. Whatever the intent, the result is to make my stress evaporate. I look across to her, smile and mouth the words, "Thank you." She smiles back and then drops her eyes back to her magazine. I look at her face as she reads and see that the smile has not left her lips. The boarding announcement is made and immediately a long queue forms. I will never understand why people are so keen to get into a seat that they will be trapped in for the next eight hours, especially when the flight is only half full. Once the queue has diminished to just a couple of people I get up and collect my bags. She is still reading her magazine and as I pass I enquire whether she is going to wait for the next one. She laughs and gets up, following me down the air bridge. I thank her for helping me see the funny side of my situation. She laughs and says, "You looked ready to burst – I could see you needed some relief." I look at her, trying to work out how much to read into that double meaning. Her sparkling blue eyes and cheeky grin tell me plenty. I ask her name and she replies, "Emma." Typically the airline has crowded all the passengers into the front of the plane and the rear is almost empty. I have an aisle seat and Emma is sitting a couple of rows behind. As soon as we are airborne I have a word with the flight attendant and then move further back. As I pass Emma I tell her I'm moving to find some more space and privacy. She raises her eyebrows and smiles. I offer to buy her a drink for what she has done. We both laugh, knowing that for the next few hours all the drinks will be free. She looks me straight in the eye and whispers, "Maybe later." I find a few unoccupied rows and choose the central seats just in front of a bulkhead. Nice and peaceful, and room to lie down if I want to. But at the moment my thoughts are on other possibilities, and the tantalising thought of Emma joining me. I start to do some work, but my mind keeps wandering down paths that make it difficult to concentrate. I notice Emma pass me on the way to the toilet and our eyes meet as she passes. I carry on reading and soon become engrossed in studying a particularly complex bit of technical argument. Suddenly something drops into my lap. I look up to see Emma's back view as she moves back to her seat. Her skirt is close fitting and clings tightly to her neatly rounded backside. I look down into my lap and gasp in surprise. There, in a tight little ball is a pair of silky red panties. I grab them quickly in my hand as a flight attendant passes, and as I hold them I feel that they are warm and damp. I look up and see Emma standing by her seat, looking back at me. Gazing into her eyes I lift my hand to my face and breath in the scent of her pussy, feeling my cock hardening as I do so. She smiles and licks her lips, then turns and sits down. I feel incredibly turned on and at the same time very frustrated. I suddenly realise I have lost control of the situation. She has deliberately stimulated me and now I am at her mercy. Will she just leave me like this, or will she deliver what she has suggested? I can hardly sit still, and whatever I do fails to relax me. I try to continue with my work but cannot concentrate, I try to watch the film but get quickly bored. In my mind I keep seeing the vision of Emma rubbing her hands over her panties, stimulating herself through the silky material, before removing them. Did she bring herself to climax? I think not, so she is probably feeling as horny as I am. My eyes close and I try to drive the visions away. The next thing I know I open my eyes to find the cabin in darkness. A few passengers still have their reading lights on or are watching the film. I realise I have been sleeping, and also realise that something has woken me. I look up and see Emma looking down at me. "I thought you would wait up for me," she said, "I brought my blanket." I quickly move across to make room for her, pushing up the arm between the seats as I do so. She slides down into the seat and as she does so her skirt ride up so that her pussy is only just hidden. "I brought you something to drink," she whispers in my ear. Taking my hand in hers she guides me between her legs, placing the blanket strategically. My finger runs along her lips to find she is already very wet. As soon as it is coated with her juice, I bring it to my mouth and my tongue reaches out to taste her. I gaze into her eyes as I lick the juice from my hand. "Are you going to share?" she asks. My finger returns between her legs finding more of her honey, and then comes up to her lips. I watch as she runs her tongue along its length, feeling her touch on my finger, and my mind imagining the same sensations along my hard cock. She moves close and our lips meet, their contact lubricated by her slippery sweetness. I pull her closer still and our tongues dance together, exploring each other. My hand returns between her legs and slides back and forth along the length of her lips, as soft as a breeze. She sighs and lifts herself, trying to increase the pressure but I am ready and move with her. She groans in frustration. Still I keep up the rhythm and she starts to shake with desire. Then slowly I press more firmly, maintaining the back and forth movement. My finger slips between her lips and runs over her swollen clit. Her body jumps at the first touch and her breathing becomes ragged. She pushes against my finger and this time I return the pressure. My finger circles her clit and I kiss her deeply as I feel her body tensing. Her climax comes in long shuddering spasms and I hold her tight as her body writhes in pleasure. She collapses back in her seat breathing deeply, her eyes closed, her lips smiling in contentment. For a few moments I wonder if she is asleep, whether even at this late stage she is going to deny the throbbing hardness in my pants. Then she opens her eyes, takes my hand and whispers, "Come with me." Uncertain of what she has in mind I stand awkwardly, my erection uncomfortable and very obvious in its constrained space. She looks at me and laughs, "Don't worry, you will soon be a lot more comfortable." She leads me back past the toilets and through a curtain to the rear galley. Clearly the flight attendants have decided to only use the front galley and this one is not being used. Emma turns to face me and quickly frees my throbbing erection from my pants. She drops to her knees and immediately takes me into her mouth, her tongue lapping the precum from my head. Holding my balls in one hand she gently squeezes and tugs, whilst her tongue probes my slit. She can tell how desperate I am, as my cock jumps at every touch. Giving a final long suck, she releases me and stands up. "Fuck me," she moans. She turns around and leans down, her hands gripping a low shelf, her arse towards me. I need no further invitation and lifting her short skirt, slide my cock along the length of her lips. She groans loudly and grabs my cock, thrusting it towards her pussy, desperate for penetration, but I hold back, only allowing her to press me against her entrance. My hands reach round her body, one sliding between her legs from the front to find her clit, the other pinching a nipple through the thin material of her blouse. My busy fingers rub and squeeze, flick and roll and her body shakes with desire. Only then do I satisfy her longing. My cock pushes against her entrance, her pussy flowing around my head and shaft as I penetrate her fully in one deep thrust. Hours of sexual frustration are focussed into the moment, and the intensity of that thrust drives us to the limit. My cock pounds in and out as I feel her pussy tightening around me. My hands grab her hips, pulling her hard against me, plunging so deep, feeling my head press against her cervix. She lets out a cry as her orgasm explodes, thundering through her body in overpowering waves. I climax deep inside, thrusting again and again as I fill her. Her pussy pulses and sucks, milking me dry. We cling together, shaking and gasping, my cock twitching in the echoes of its ecstasy. I hold her tightly as we slowly recover, my cock still inside her. Then I slowly withdraw. She stands and turns. Our mouths meet in a gentle, thankful kiss. As we straighten our clothes we here the announcement of our imminent arrival and the request to return to our seats. "Goodbye," she whispers, and is gone. Flight of Fantasy .....once on board I noticed her straight away, hell why not, all the men had, something about her poise, even from behind I knew, sometimes you can just tell, she was as tall as myself, very slim with collar length blonde hair and as I approached she turned and we had to squeeze passed each other in the aisle and there we were, face to face, hip to hip and as I predicted she was gorgeous, luscious even and I very rarely use such a word, she had deep green eyes and a perfect gleaming smile which simply took my breath away. Later we chatted as she served the drinks and food and my ex (boyfriend – please lets not go there!) told her I was nervous of flying (I'm not its the crashing that scares me) she bent low at the waist, a little too close for my own personal space, she had a subtle, clean smell about her and I couldn't help but turn my face to hers, inhaling her aroma softly, our eyes locked and she gave me a huge smile, my heart missed a beat and my nipples tingled and in a very sexy Irish accent, said, she would make sure I was okay, was I reading to much into that look? because it lasted a lot longer than was comfortable and in the pit of my tummy I started to get that warm feeling. Later in the flight with all the lights dimmed, it seemed I was the only person awake, my ex had started to snore like a pig, when Rhianne, so her name tag told me, appeared and asked me if I was having trouble getting to sleep, I think I replied that I wasn't tired but in truth I couldn't sleep, I had been watching her lithe figure and long legs walking up and down for the last four hours. We chatted with me flirting outrageously while she was being miss professional, I didn't think she even noticed. Our chat started to disturb the guy in front so she leaned in close put her lips to my ear and told me to follow her to the back of the plane, for a second I felt her hot sweet breath in my ear and was I imagining it or did she just flutter her tongue along the inside edge of my lobe, she couldn't have done, not in front of everyone, but the hairs on my neck told a different story, my nipples instantly hardened and that warm feeling between my legs started to seep through to my panties. I felt captivated, unable to move until she turned and I watched her leave, my gaze following her long legs, she turned and noticed and then gave me an encouraging smile, motioning with her eyes for me to follow and before I knew it I was on my feet doing as she had asked, I felt intoxicated, almost hypnotised. We entered the galley at the end where she stood aside as I entered and then pulled the curtain across behind us, as I turned she was there, our faces almost touching, her sweet breath on my lips. I was aware of my lips and mouth being dry and for a second, was it a second? it seemed an eternity, we just stood there looking at each other not a word was spoken. Was she mocking me? All I can remember are those eyes, they were the deepest emerald green and so very beautiful, I was lost. I felt her hands first sliding around my waist, her eyes never left mine, as if seeing how I would react, well it was no use asking me I had left all rational thought in my seat, she took this as a yes and her lips brushed mine for a brief second before she pushing me firmly against the cabin wall and her lips greedily kissed me, her kisses only eased up as she forced my lips open further so she could slide her hot tongue into my mouth, she chased my tongue with her own our breathing becoming louder as she eased my thighs apart with her leg, grinding her toned thigh between my legs. As we broke for breath we both watched as her left hand undid three of the buttons to my blouse and then she slid her left hand inside, at first she spent an age gently caressed my tummy with her fingertips, grazing them along my flanks, slowly, agonisingly slowly, she let her fingers drift higher, effortlessly slipping beneath the confines of my bra and encompassing my breast, cupping it then squeezing and rolling my hard nipple which by now were aching to be touched. Then she became not so gentle making me moan and pant into her mouth. She took her right hand from my waist and slipped it between my legs firmly rubbing, squeezing me through the material of my jeans, I hoped she couldn't tell how hot and wet I was, she would of course because I knew I was leaking and could feel how sodden my panties were. I wanted to pull her head down to my breasts, I needed to feel her hot, wet, sexy mouth and tongue on my nipples which were throbbing and aching but she pulled away slightly, gave me a knowing smile and slowly drew her long nails across my breast and then across the hard bud of my nipple, for a second there was pain but that gave way to unbelievable pleasure which made me moan out loud uncontrollably, at this, she removed her hand from between my legs and clamped it over my mouth her hot breath in my ear telling me teasingly to 'shush sweetheart', after which she licked the inside of my lobe once again with the tip of her tongue, my legs buckled instantly but she supported me by squeezing her thigh even harder between my legs. Even though her fingers hadn't been inside my jeans they still carried my tangy musky scent, she saw the look on my face and smiling, caressed my lips with her fingers briefly slipping them inside my mouth the taste was familiar to my dry tongue. The whole time my hands hadn't moved from her waist, I had no control, least not my mind which was racing with what she was doing and the fact that there was two hundred people on the other side of that flimsy curtain. She slid her hand to the front of my jeans staring into my eyes as she opened the buttons and slid her long fingers inside and down the front of my panties smiling as she found how sticky with moisture I was. She curled her hand to cup me and used the tip of one finger to just rub the entrance to my hole slowly at first but quickly getting faster her finger seemed to be playing in my juices almost taunting me as she dipped her head and slipped a swollen nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and rasping the tip with her tongue My heart was racing, I had never ever been that wet before. My panting was out of control I couldn't stay quiet if my life depending on it and she hadn't even slid a finger inside me. When she did it wasn't one it was two, effortlessly they slipped inside, pressing and twisting them to get them deeper, the heel of her hand in permanent contact with my pubic bone and clit and as she thrust her fingers in and out at a rapid pace so her palm rubbed and stretched my clit, I was in heaven, nothing else mattered anymore other than her making me cum. The panting of our breath seemed to fill the small space but I was aware of another sound even louder, it was the sticky, slurping sound her fingers made squelching in and out of me. Her palm was rubbing my clit even harder, the pleasure was almost unbearable when I felt the first sign of my approaching orgasm, she felt it to because she took her hand from my breast and slid it up my neck from the nape deep into my hair, she entwined her fingers and pulled with enough force to make me gasp and arch my back, at which point she slowly licked along my neck to my ear, where she began to calmly whisper to me, asking me if I liked what she was doing, how she loved how tight and wet I felt, telling me how turned on it was making her, how much she would love to have me on my knees licking her, how much she wanted to smear my face with her cum ...... I was so close I could mentally feel myself reaching for it, willing myself to tip over the edge hardly able nor daring to breath when suddenly there was a noise and she quickly moved away, by the time I realised what was going on she had pulled back the curtain and was having a conversation with someone out of my sight. She looked back at me, gave me that devastating smile and left. I waited but the moment was gone, stolen from me, I looked down at myself, my blouse and jeans open, the enormity of what had happened hit me and I quickly got myself together and returned to my seat where my ex was still fast asleep. As the time ticked by slowly I couldn't settle I was too wound up I was aching inside, my tummy felt heavy and I could feel my soaked underwear sticking deliciously to me. No one seemed to be awake, everything had fallen silent so I reached across and pulled the blanket off my ex and slipped it over my legs, I undid the buttons and put my hand between my thighs letting my finger slip through the wet folds, swirling around, anointing it thoroughly before sliding a little higher to my clit. I slowly rubbed just below and to the right of my clit, I felt it instantly build, it took no more than twenty tight circles and I had to place a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream It wasn't an orgasm it was an eruption, it engulfed me, and I was carried along, immersed as the clenching coils of pleasure washed over me, the sensations took my breath away, my back arched in my seat, my hips lifted high, every muscle in my body screamed as if waiting to be released, my eyes were screwed shut as the feelings swept my body, only as it started to subside did I feel the on-rush of the second one, less intense than the first, but my fingers between my legs fought and succeeded to prolong it, and as I rode the wave yet another washed over me, this time more comforting than intense leaving me breathless and almost dream-like. Only when I opened my eyes did I notice Rhianne, she was ten feet away, watching, the smile on her face said she had seen it all. * my first attempt so please feel free to comment Lisa Flight of Fantasy This is my story for the esteemed viewers of Literotica, I would like to share this event with you. Last June I was returning from by business visit to Dubai, by flight to my home city of Mangalore, we were being served snacks and coffee, as it was being served the flight went through an air pocket and shuddered, which took the airhostess by surprise and spilled the coffee on my dress and she fell on my lap, upon which she got up and said sorry for the fuss that she had created, she then brought me a napkin to clean of the coffee on my dress and again said the same thing, sorry. I told her that if she really felt sorry she should promise me a date at which she agreed and gave me her address. After landing, I took a cab to the nearest good hotel and took a room and had a good shower and changed clothes, upon which I thought of visiting Maria (the air hostess who fell on my lap). I reached her flat and rang the doorbell, within a minute she opened the door, she was wearing a pink T-shirt and jeans, her hair let loose, she looked awesome, very different from the airhostess I met. Entering inside she introduced me to her colleagues and roommates Divya and Farah after a couple of minutes of polite conversations we took leave of them and entered a disco, where we danced and then ate of the cafeteria, this done we ventured back, suddenly it began raining cats and dogs so I asked Maria to come over my room if she considered herself safe with me, on which she agreed and we went to my room. Entering she took off her shoes and put her feet on the sofa, at which I complimented Maria over the beauty of her lovely feet and gently began caressing her feet moving my hands to her ankles and calves, I kissed her toes very lightly and then with hunger and passion, while running my hands over her feet and calves, suddenly she sighed and shifted her weight and opened her knees slightly My mouth tongue, hands and fingers now showered her feet and toes with kisses, caresses nips and licks, her knees opened fully and I kissed her thighs over her jeans, moving up I kissed Maria delicately all around her vagina over her jeans, this made her say that she had many beautiful things to show me, I told her, "take a bet you cannot show me your beautiful thing!", she took this as a challenge and asked me to undress her, I did just that, the sight of her nude body exited me intensely, her lovely breasts seemed most inviting and I was obviously very hungry. Cupping her breasts she said, "look at these beautiful things" I took her in my arms and kissed tenderly on her lips and said that the most beautiful thing was her heart, which she could never show me, although I could feel it. Hearing this Maria hugged me tight, and then told me that she was a virgin and would like me to deflower her. To this I told her was something for which she would be complimented all her life and was one of the secrets of a happy married life, again on hearing this she was moved and thanked me for the concern. Moments later, she was ready for the safe game and we began kissing each other like mad. Our tongues began wrestling furiously after which I kissed her cheeks, neck and shoulders, then I feasted on her ripe tits, sucking the erect nipples one by one. After this I moved down to her belly, navel and the vagina, kissing and licking the twin valleys between her thighs, later I bit through her pussy hair to savoir the sweet mound of Venus. As my passionate lovemaking went on she kept urging me on through the silent and urgent language of her gestures and the twisting and turning of her body. Hear moans had now become very passionate and breathing quickened, watching the response of her body I kissed the lips of her closed vagina with more fervor then very slowly and lightly, I touched her vagina with the tip of my tongue. Moving her body forward and pulling me towards her, she made my probing tongue penetrate her slit deeper. Finally unable to se her sweet agony that I caused her I started probing her cunt in all corners, finding her clitoris I began sucking it is a frenzy of passion. By this time Marie's face and breasts were flushed with sexual excitement, her nipples hard and erect and tiny beads of sweat were beginning to appear on her lips, nose, forehead..........A more exotic picture of sexual excitement I could never think, a spring of vaginal juices seemed to erupt from deep within her valley as I applied my tongue to her vagina and I drank as much as I could. Later we changed our positions and she took my Tarzan in her mouth and used her tongue to the maximum effect all along my shaft, then moving to the crown, she swallowed the entire thing in her mouth and sucked vigorously, thereafter she posed the tip of the tongue in the crack of my shaft, licking the pre cum from it. Then I asked whether Tarzan could kiss her pussy for which she said go ahead, placing Tarzan over her pussy by hand, I moved him up and down her vaginal walls and rotated him a little bit inside her virgin cunt to give him a fare share of the virgin, but took care not to penetrate her. We again changed positions and she again took my doc in her juicy mouth and moved her lips and tongue in a expert manner like a champion cock sucker. Within a couple of minutes I exploded a load full into her virgin mouth and she swallowed all my cream with gusto after which she went off to sleep, I held her close to my chest and dozed off. Hai dames of all age's sizes and shapes, you can mail me if you have any doubts I guarantee to help and I am here to serve you with my body and mind. Waiting for your reply, comments suggestions, erotic mails and of course contact numbers for personal effects. Bye till my next episode.