1 comments/ 32763 views/ 2 favorites Flying High By: romanticwench Aaron listened as the flight attendant droned in-flight safety instructions to a half-coherent lobby of tired commuters that sat aboard flight 709 from Dallas to Los Angeles. It had been a damn tiring week and all he wanted was to get home, hit the familiar sheets of his own bed and sack out for a weekend. He didn’t want to think of another advertising campaign for at least three days, the last one nearly killed him. But it had been a success and he was feeling triumphant, if not completely exhausted, as he boarded the Red Eye home. Normally he didn’t care for the Red Eye flight, but this time he took what he could get just to get home for a relaxing weekend. He took advantage of the fact that there was no one sitting next to him to flip open his briefcase and fumble through the contents within. He had stopped at the magazine rack before boarding the plane, and hid a few adult magazines within easy reach. After a long stressful weekend, he had more than just a few urges that needed tending to, and given his last girlfriend gave him his walking papers a month before, it looked like he was left with only one option: a dozen magazines and a huge bottle of lotion. He wasn’t all that depressed about it. His hand gave him a lot less lip and was generally easier to maintain than the abundant females who cruised in and out of his life. So he decided once they were airborne, he would peruse through the magazines he’d bought and languish in the building anticipation, only to release it with a blinding load when he got a moment alone. When they say that anticipation was the mother of all aphrodisiacs, they weren’t kidding. And Aaron planned to use it to the fullest. He hadn’t cum in, geez… what had it been? Two weeks? He was surprised that his balls hadn’t burst. His cock let him know just how neglectful he had been by rising at the mere thought of the activities to come. He was relieved when the long minutes of takeoff had passed, the overhead lights had been extinguished and he could flip through the magazine unobserved. The flight attendants didn’t bother with a drink request because many of the commuters had already snuggled down in their seats to grab a nap during the five-hour flight to Los Angeles. There were no layovers, just a clear shot across three states in the dead of night. In truth the flight was only about half full, and there were only a handful of people down toward the back of the plane where Aaron now sat. Right near the bathroom, but he felt he could read his magazine cover to cover without any interruption. In fact, the only other person in spitting (or hitting) distance was a beautiful blond who sat two aisles up. Now that he was scouting his surroundings to ensure privacy, he was struck by how gorgeous she was. Her long blond hair streaked down her back and over her shoulders, partially covering her ample breasts that were barely contained in the tight shirt she wore. Her long legs seemed to pour out of the black leather miniskirt she was wearing, and as she crossed her legs he could tell she wore no stockings. Just beautiful, bare, tanned, healthy toned legs that seemed to go on forever. He could almost imagine how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he …. Enough of that. He shook his head a little. It HAD been a long time since he’d cum. Here he was fantasizing about some stranger across the aisle. But as his eyes traveled back her direction he could hardly fault himself. Even from just a profile he could tell this wasn’t some ordinary girl. This was a girl that wet dreams were made of. Aaron sighed a bit before grabbing a magazine. As gorgeous as she was, there were true sex goddesses waiting for him amidst the shiny pages of the full nude photo magazines he bought. At first all he did was thumb through the pages, looking at the photos. There were stories scattered intermittently through the pages, but he wanted to see flesh. Lots of bare, wet flesh. He wasn’t disappointed. Page after page of big breasted wanton babes whose eyes beckoned him from the pages, their long, snakelike tongues licking full pouty lips as their red tipped fingers pressed their breasts together, opened their legs and promised a haven for his cock. Some pages were gals doing their solo thing, some pages were two girls locked in passionate embraces, sucking each other’s wet pussies and fulfilling his fantasies. Some pages even had a lucky bastard hard and buried to his balls in their sweet cunts that Aaron could only imagine the heat and the tightness. His breathing was shallow now as the magazine hid the rock hard bulge in his trousers. Then, a face. Legs. Full bare breasts. Long blond hair. He looked once, then looked again. Then his incredulous eyes shot to the woman sitting two aisles away. No way. It couldn’t be! He looked back down at the magazine just to be sure. It WAS her, the resemblance was hard, and by hard we mean ROCK hard, irrefutable proof that she was the lady he was mere walking distance to touching. Talk about your anticipation! It was enough to make Aaron nearly shoot his wad right there in his pants. He groaned a bit as he tried to maneuver in his seat to relieve the pressure of his hard-on in such tight constraints, and the lady across the aisle turned almost absently at the noise. Aaron could barely breathe when their eyes met. Such smoky blue eyes surrounded with dramatic black makeup. She looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of this magazine and appeared for the sole purpose of fucking him. He fumbled a bit and dropped the magazine, which of course, fell open to the very page she was spread-eagle. Her eyes were amused as they watched him quickly attempt to recover the magazine, and it was clear how excited he had become from reading it from the tent currently hitched in his pants. A smile tugged at the corner of her full red lips as she turned away from his embarrassed gaze. Aaron sighed in relief, even though now it was painfully obvious she knew he was looking at her naked in that magazine and clearly aroused by it. It shouldn’t embarrass him, he decided. She should feel flattered at her effect on him! After all he hadn’t held a gun to her head to make her pose nude, she did that of her own free will. Unless this chick was a complete idiot she had to realize a guy would read this magazine and get a full on case of blue balls just from the scorching look she was giving the camera as her hand dipped to play with her own pussy. Aaron licked his lips, which had become dry. He turned the page to find her now posed on her hands and knees, both her cunt and her ass begging for his dick as she threw a smoldering look over her shoulders. He could almost image just grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving himself deep inside, his hard cock lost in the slippery pink vice of her pussy. He couldn’t help it, he groaned again, this time as his hand slipped down to rub his hard, throbbing cock through his pants. Through barely opened eyes he looked back over at the gorgeous girl sitting so near. He watched as her long legs crossed and uncrossed. He watched as she arched her back in a languid stretch, her hands drifting down over her shoulders and across her breasts. He blinked once…twice. Was she doing that on purpose? He had his answer a few moments later when her fingers pinched the nipple until it was a hard nub making its presence known through the sheer fabric of her top. He watched as she threw her head back, her blond hair falling back over her shoulders. Deftly he unzipped his pants, the magazine open in his lap and hiding the bulge beneath. It was sheer heaven as the bare flesh of his hand gripped the hot flesh of his cock, thinking first of the picture in the magazine before turning his full attention to the real life version. He watched as her tongue ran over her slightly parted lips, and he heard a soft moan come from her throat. Then in wonder he watched as the hand that had brought her hard long nipples to life slid down to her bare thighs. Oh she wasn’t…was she? He nearly came at the thought. Her legs parted more and her hand disappeared under the leather skirt. Somehow he just knew that no underwear would restrict her searching fingers from the wet folds hiding there. A volt shot through him as she turned her head and stared at him, fingering herself, knowing he was jerking off under the magazine. Boldly he removed the magazine and let her see his rock hard cock in its entire splendor. He wasn’t massive in the porn star sense, but he knew he had been blessed with both length and girth. Her eyes widened at how he filled out his own hand, and another groan escaped her lips. Just as he had prepared himself to shoot off right there in the seat for her to watch, he was stunned when she removed her hand and straightened in her seat. At first, he thought maybe someone was coming toward their end of the plane, but one quick glance down the aisle dispelled that. Then he thought maybe she was playing with him, trying to get him all hot and then leaving him out to dry. For a slight moment he became angered, but that went away when she rose from her seat and approached him. He couldn’t speak or breathe. If she had said anything to him at all it would have only been met with guttural moans. She didn’t say anything at all as she slid her finger, the one that had been lost in her glorious cunt, around his lips. She smiled as she disappeared into the bathroom. What should he do? Should he follow? Should he sit there and jerk off and then forget everything and get a few winks in? As a red blooded American male in his sexual prime, he did the only thing he could have done. He tossed the magazine aside and went to fuck the real thing. The bathroom had been left unlocked and he slipped through the door only to be pressed against it once it was closed. There were no words, just her tongue down his throat as she kissed him hard. She had already tossed her shirt aside, and her leather skirt was lifted over her firm ass. As he suspected, there was no underwear to discard. He grabbed her and pulled her tight against him, rubbing his hard dick against her through his pants. She groaned, her hand immediately going to cup his impressive erection, thumbing the head through the fabric of his underwear before stripping him in hunger. Despite their cramped quarters she managed to fall to her knees and took him into her mouth. There was no teasing; she stroked him in and out of her mouth, sucking him until he thought he would burst. Roughly he grabbed her and made her stand. He wasn’t going to blow his wad on some measly blowjob even if it was by a porn queen. She smiled, understanding what he wanted. She turned her back to him and bent over the basin to offer her perfectly round ass. Just like in the magazine her look over her shoulder said it all. She wanted his dick and she wanted it NOW. He grabbed her by the shoulders and poised his dick at her dripping wet pussy. With one hard, quick thrust he buried himself to the hilt and was met with a surprised but lusty scream. He smiled a bit as he thought of waking the other passengers, but at this point he didn’t care. Have him arrested, he was going to fuck this woman until he came buckets full. Ferociously he dove in, again and again, her hungry hips pressing to meet each thrust, her pussy clamping down on him and he drove her to cum again and again. It was fast and furious. He was fucking her hard, riding her with unquenchable passion and lust until he just couldn’t handle it anymore. With one final thrust, burying himself to the balls in her tight wet quivering pussy, he unloaded in her with a loud moan. Neither moved for long minutes afterward. Then, in keeping with the whole encounter, neither spoke as they broke apart and he pulled his pants up and zipped them. When he emerged, he was surprised to find one of the flight attendants in his seat, the magazine he had been reading open in her lap. The look in her eyes was unmistakable. She may have come to find out what the problem was in the restroom, but she had quickly forgotten once she got lost amidst the hot bodies in the magazine. He smiled as he asked for his seat back, and she moved back toward the front of the plane. When his porno fuck partner emerged a few minutes later, the flight attendant made a beeline for the vacated latrine. She stopped only momentarily to find his cock bared in offering before smiling her invitation. He sighed happily as he followed suit, locking himself in the bathroom once more. Aaron never got any sleep that Red Eye, but he didn’t mind much. He had all weekend to sleep. And Aaron booked nothing but Red Eye flights from that day on. Flying High On a red eye flight I sit in my assigned seat somewhere close to the engines. The passenger load is light, and shortly after take off the lights dim. I am alone in my particular row and since I have no one to start a conversation with I lay my seat back somewhat and doze off. It's not long before I wake up again, only to find myself eye to eye with a man who has sat down next to me. He murmurs a quiet hello and hesitantly I respond. Taking my hand he offers, "I saw you sleeping and you seemed to be having a good dream...I couldn't help but watch. Do you mind?" Without waiting for a reply he places my hand on his thigh, near the crotch in his jeans. "May I kiss you?" he whispers. Sighing softly I lean toward him, offering my mouth. My hand creeps to the growing bulge behind his zipper, and groaning he kisses me harder, plunging his tongue inside my mouth much as I would like to feel his dick plunge into my wetness. Soon we are rubbing each other, trying desperately to crowd each other in our seats. He lowers them further until we are stretched as far as possible. His hand squeezes my breasts through my blouse; my nipple is a hard pebble poking his palm. His hot breath fans my neck and he moans into my ear, "do you feel how badly I want you?” In response I wrestle with his zipper and button. Reaching inside I grab his dick fully into my hand. His flesh is hot, the skin stretched over a burgeoning cock head. Taking him by surprise, I kneel before him and begin sucking him. I love his salty taste, and I devour him. Choking with shock, he grabs my head in his hands, not to stop me, but to urge me on. I can feel him trying to control his breathing, his outbursts of pleasure. At this point I am reminded of just where we are, but I am too far gone to care. While still holding him in one hand and licking his shaft, I surreptitiously pull my mini-skirt to my waist. I run my fingers along the front of my panties; I am wet, soaking straight through my thong. Pulling aside the damp material I begin fingering myself. My lips are plump, my clit swollen. Six, seven strokes, and I cum, moaning around his dick. I have to have him! Carefully, and checking to make sure we are not being observed, I make my way back up and I carefully straddle him. Hunching down as much as possible I once again pull my thong to the side and slide down onto him. His guttural "oh fuck" is like a cannon shot; I pause again in case someone has heard and comes to investigate. After a few tense moments I turn back to him with a sly smile and begin riding him. My teeth clamp onto his neck; a way for me to control my sounds of pleasure. We are frantic now, his hands cupping my ass and urging me to a faster pace. "Oh, god, you feel so good," I praise him. I grind on him, mashing my pubes into him. Side to side. Back and forth. Were it not for the location I would beg him to fuck me from behind. But time is running out. I can feel myself begin to surge to completion; I have lost the ability to do anything more but grind, grind. His soft, crude words encourage me. His hands guide me to an even quicker pace. And then it hits. My orgasm erupts in a white-hot flash behind my eyes. My muscles squeeze around his dick, triggering another small explosion. "Yeah, oh damn" he pants. Hurriedly he pushes me off and down before him again. Eagerly I take him into my mouth, bobbing and licking frantically. Moments later I feel the hot rush of his cum hitting the back of my throat. My hand milks his flesh, drawing out the last drop. Briefly we pause to share a wicked smile, before straightening our clothes. We talk the rest of the flight about nothing in particular. We do not exchange names. Later, during deplaning, as we approach the terminal, I feel a firm hand caress my ass, knowing before I look back that he will be gone. I wake up with a smile, my hands between my legs as I feel the dissipating tremors of my orgasm. Flying High The hectic week at work is finally over. Sitting down, I can feel the tension leaving my body as I close my eyes and relax thinking about the trip to Europe. As I open them, I see an attractive woman, poised and in control, looking at seat numbers as she walks. I glance at the vacant seat to my right next to the window. Much to my surprise, she stops at my row, looks at the seat numbers again, and stows her bag overhead. The man next to me and I get up so she can get take her seat without crawling over us. She is dressed in a short skirt and a white blouse, with a blazer over it. We share bits and pieces about ourselves as we eat. Afterwards she asks for a blanket and goes to sleep as the lights in the plane go down. As she moves around in her sleep, she presses against my elbow and I realize that she is not wearing a bra. Soon she places her hand over mine, and as she moves about takes my right hand, eventually pulling it under the blanket. Her skirt has ridden up and she lets my hand rest on her thigh for a couple of minutes, inching my hand higher as she moves about. Then twisting in her seat, she brings my hand up against her pussy. I am surprised that she doesn't have any panties on. I pull lightly on the hair there, and begin to rub up and down her slit, feeling the wetness. She moans, and I wonder if she is awake, although she still appears to be asleep. I look around, and the man to my left gives me a knowing smile. Now I start touching her clit, rubbing lightly in small circles. She moans again still holding my hand. I stop for a few moments not wanting to awaken her. When she relaxes, I continue. She starts to move her hips against my hand, and her breathing gets faster. I slow down and then stop. I insert my finger into her cunt and she grips my arm with both of her hands. Then I start teasing her again by rubbing her clit, stopping when she is ready to cum. Again starting, then stopping, 'til her eyes pop open and she whispers "please". "Please what?" I ask her wide-eyed. "Please, I am ready." "Tell me," I respond. "You know I need to cum," she says with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. "I will, but I want to see your pussy when you cum," I reply stroking her clit again lightly. "But the man next to you..." she whispers. "I will not bring you off unless you do as I ask," I tell her stopping with my hand. "Please not that," she says, "people can see me. I will do you in the bathroom if you finish me now." "It has to be my way, or not at all," I tell her. The gentleman sitting beside me nods. "I would appreciate the view," he smiles, his pants tenting. "I guess you bare yourself or you don't cum," I tell her. I stroke her clit slowly to bring her mind back to the business at hand, then stop as her hips move against my hand under the blanket. She opens her mouth to negotiate then stops as our eyes meet. She hisses "OK. OK. We'll do it your way, but do it quickly." Looking around, she moves the blanket back off her legs. She rises slightly and I pull her skirt up to her hips completely exposing a neatly-trimmed bush. Her legs are spread as far apart as possible, with her left leg laying over my right one, and I begin to rub her clit. I reach over with my other hand and pinch the nipple of her nearest tit. Her movements now become fevered, and she closes her eyes again. One hand grips my right arm slowly increasing the tempo on her clit, and the other grips the fingers rolling a nipple between them. As she gets ready to cum I stop again. Her eyes fly open shooting daggers. She looks around again and says between clenched teeth "I have done everything you asked, now what?" "Look at me when you cum. I want to experience as much of you as possible." She nods her head, turning slightly in her seat and fixing her gaze on me. I resume rubbing little circles around her clit while pinching her tit a bit harder. Her eyes are fixed on mine and her breathing becomes labored. Her thighs clutch open and shut on my hand, eyes glazing over, but squinting open into mine. I increase the speed of my fingers still more. Then the hood covering her clit is pulled back, I dip my finger in her wetness, and press more firmly as I make my circles. She pushes up with her feet, raising her hips off the seat. "Now," I whisper firmly. Her body spasms against my hand, nails digging into my arm. She tries desperately to keep quiet. No sound at first, then long hoarse breaths break from her convulsing body. I continue rubbing her clit, slower now and ease the pressure on her nipple. Her first orgasm rolls into a second, her face contorted and eyes now squeezed shut. The eroticism of the moment washes over me as I watch a beautiful woman in the throes of orgasm. Her moans have disturbed a couple ahead of us who turn to see what the commotion is all about. When she relaxes in a heap, our voyeur starts to clap softly, smiling, and his companion follows suit. Becoming instantly red, she throws off my hand and yanks down her skirt, turning toward the windows still heaving and shaking. As soon as everyone else settles down, she turns to me with a half-smile on her face and that soft, after-sex glow. Our eyes meet, her hand finds mine, and I begin to hum "I Love Paris in the Springtime...." Flying High Conningsby was one of those war time aerodromes that had undergone continuous expansion so now its buildings were a hotchpotch of different styles and eras. It had grown into itself, and its aircraft recognised this. There were the state of the art fast jet fighters in hangers alongside the more stately vintage aircraft. The big four engined bomber over shadowing its modern counterparts. I was here for the vintage aircraft, my interests in them ridiculed as I was a young female, but it gave me pleasure, so what the hell? Right now I was stood in a hangar, trailing behind a guided tour as I marvelled up at the black skinned behemoth towering over me, her sleek lines silent and still like a hunter. "You'll miss the tour," a man said quietly. Glancing after the tour in the far distance of the hangar, I shrugged and turned a smile on the man. "I'll catch them up," I said with a shrug. "I was just admiring the Lanc." And him. He was tall and cute and that Scottish accent of his was divine. "She is quite something," he said as he turned to look up with me. "A wonderful ride." "You've been up in her?" I asked in jealous awe. He raised his eyebrows then looked pointedly down at his arm where the airman's insignia were sewn to the flight overalls. "I'm the Gunner." "You lucky bastard," I breathed as I gazed up at the Lanc again. "True," he admitted with a rueful grin. "The tour has just left the hangar." "Oh!" I turned to look at the door as it swung shut and blushed. "I really must catch them up." Not that I wanted to. "Well," he said slowly. "I could give you a closer look at the lady herself, then get you back to the visitor centre in time." I looked after the tour, then made a fast decision. "OK," I agreed with a dazzling smile. "I'm in your hands." His eyes glittered at that, but I pretended to ignore it and followed his tall frame towards the covered wheels. Running my fingers over the struts, a gentle sigh passed my lips as I gazed up at the wing over my head. "Sounds like you are enjoying this," he said as he watched me closely. "She's beautiful," I answered with a flash of a smile. "You are so lucky." "I am," he agreed as he glanced up at the cockpit. "Come look at this." Leading me towards the tail, he swung open the entrance hatch and waved me forward. Resting my hands on the edge, I leaned forward on tiptoe to look up into the fuselage. "Want to swap lives?" I asked seriously "No thanks," he laughed. Wrapping his hands quickly around my waist, I barely had time to draw breath for a scream before he lifted me off my feet and into the hatchway. "Budge up," he ordered as he braced his hands to either side and pulled himself up behind me. "Should we be in here?" I asked nervously. "Hell no," he laughed. "But I'm in charge of shutting up shop today and the door is locked behind us." "Wow," I breathed. Turning around, I looked up the fuselage, everywhere painted a pale grey. "No-one will ever believe this." "I should hope not," he said as he squeezed past and began to make his way up towards the nose. "This ever gets out I'm busted out the service." "My lips are sealed," I promised as I followed him. There was a curious smell of leather, oil and something quite metallic as I made my way deeper into the belly of the bomber. Clambering over the main spar, I tumbled into his hands as he caught my balance. Smiling nervously, I shivered at his touch and prayed my suddenly hard nipples didn't show through my T-shirt. "This is where the Radio Operator sits," he explained as he clambered up under the pilots position and into a small cubicle. "I'm impressed," I said as I surveyed the nerve centre of the bomber. "How many flights have you done up to now?" "A few," he said with a frown. "Would have to check my flight logs to be sure." "Ah well, I'll never find out the answer then," I teased with a flirty smile. "That's up to you," he said with a disarming stare. "What?" "Have you any idea how cute you are? I'm used to seeing middle aged men and geeks round here. You are cute," he added to reinforce the statement. "Me?!" "Yes, you," he said, and moved forward, capturing me against the bombers frame. "What's your name?" "Catherine. My friends call me Cat for short." "Cute," he declared again, and kissed me. For a moment I was shocked, then the electricity between us took over and I dove into the kiss. My tongue twined with his as his hands wrapped about my waist again and he leaned up against me, his body hard against mine. Sliding a hand around his neck, I smiled against his lips as he groaned deep in his throat. He tasted so damned good. "What's your name?" I whispered as we broke apart. "Mike," he said as he ran a finger around my hairline. Placing a kiss on the end of my nose, I giggled as it was so at odds with how he looked in military uniform. "Are you here with anyone?" "On my own," I answered instantly. "No boyfriend?" "Not any more," I said with a shrug. "Even better," he said, then he moved in for another kiss, this time softer and deeper. We took our time, tasting and testing one another as we settled in to a more comfortable position in the fuselage. "Cat?" "Hmm?" "If I make love to you now, will you try and stop me?" I looked up into his glittering eyes and felt myself melt. He was so damned hot. By way of answer I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me in a hot, hungry kiss. Sliding down onto the main spar, I pulled him up against me, my legs either side of his hips as his arms went around my waist and cradled my buttocks in his large hands. I moaned softly as his fingers dug into me, flexing and testing me as he deepened the kiss. Sliding his hands up my back I gasped as he moved them around to the front and cupped my breasts, his thumbs gliding over my taut nipples. "So hard," he breathed as he looked down at them, a glitter of need in his eyes. "So aroused." "You are sure no-one will come in?" I asked as I glanced back down at the patch of light through the entrance hatch. "Positive," he agreed. "I locked up the hangar." Nodding at this, I leaned back and took hold of the waist edge of my shirt. Pulling it up my body, I dragged it over my head and tossed it away. Pulling my shoulders back, I thrust my breasts up towards him, the soft lace of the bra highlighting the erect nipples. "God yes." He bent his head and took one of the nipples in his mouth, the lace wetting with his saliva as he rolled and teased it with his tongue. Moaning softly, I stroked my fingers on the back of his neck, pushing them down inside his overalls and shirt. Without moving his mouth from my breasts, Mike unzipped his overalls and pushed them down to his waist for me. Pressing my hands to his lower back, I slowly slid my hands upwards, feeling the hardness of the muscles under them as he went stiff at my touch. "I think I want this off," I said as I pulled his T-shirt from the waist of his overalls. Dragging it up his body, I tugged it over his head and threw it to join mine. Looking at his torso in the shadows, I ran my fingers over his chest then pulled him back into a kiss, pressing my breasts up against him. "That feels so good," Mike whispered as we leaned against one another, enjoying the touch of bodies for a few moments. "Feels very good," I corrected with an impish smile. "Now somebody mentioned making love to me." "Sorry to keep you waiting," he teased. Pulling me up against his body, he kissed down my neck and across my shoulder, taking his time to carefully place the delicate kisses. Reaching the bra strap, he slowly slid it off my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my skin as he did so. Sighing softly, I leaned in to kiss his throat, my tongue touching his hot skin as I did so. "Cat," he breathed as he closed his eyes to control himself. "You like?" I asked as I slowly licked up his throat. "That feels amazing," Mike told me. Looking into his eyes, I held my breath at the look of pure glittering lust in them. They mirrored mine. Diving into a hot kiss, I reached behind my back and flicked open the bra. Tossing it aside I guided his hands to my breasts and together we played with them, teasing and twisting the nipples and kneading the flesh. By the time we moved on I was breathing in short ragged gasps, my body heavily aroused and desperate for his touch. When he reached down to unfasten my trousers I did not even give a token protest, I just needed him so badly. Raising myself as he tugged the jeans off, his fingers played with the edge of my lace panties, the rough skin of his hands sending shivers the length of me. "You are so wet," Mike whispered as he nibbled on my ear, his teeth gently tugging at me as his hand carefully cupped my hot sex. Gasping loudly, I closed my eyes and ground myself down into his palm. Chuckling, he eased me back so I leaned against a support strut and placed his mouth back to my breast. "Mike, please," I begged softly. "Soon," he promised. Moving his hot mouth lower, I wriggled as he circled my belly button, then he was even lower and his hot wet tongue was pushing my panties deep into my pussy, working the rough material up against my hard clit until I was moaning and panting for release. "You are so horny," he said with a hot smile as his hands closed on my hips and his tongue went to work again. Writhing on the beam, my legs opened wider. Placing my feet up on the airframe, I ended up leaning back with my feet higher than his head as I opened myself completely to him. Placing a hand to the back of his head I pushed his face into my pussy as I moaned softly. My body was on fire and all it wanted and needed was for this sexy airman to screw me. Looking up at me, his glittering eyes held mine and a wicked smile spread over his damp face. "You are so damn sexy," he told me as he kissed his way back up my body. Reaching my breasts he bit down on them gently, but it was enough to make me scream softly. Almost instantly his mouth was on mine, silencing me Kissing him hungrily I dug my fingers into the material of his overalls and struggled to push it down and over his hips. Giggling as his strong fingers linked with mine, we pushed the material away and then I pushed his boxers down. His erection came free and stood out long and hard towards me. He was bigger than average but he looked so bloody tasty I had to suck him before I could go any further. Sliding off the spar, I knelt down between his feet and leaned back to kiss the underside of his shaft, my tongue running over the hot skin and tasting the salt. He was so hard and hot, and I swore I could feel the blood pumping into him under my hungry tongue. Running my fingers up the back of his legs, I kneaded his buttocks as he had done mine until it was his turn to moan and gasp for me. "Shit," he muttered and grabbed me. Gasping in surprise, I gripped his arms for support as he set me back onto the spar. "Cat, I have to have you," he explained as he stared down at my glistening pussy. Stripping off my panties, I wriggled back up against the strut, I spread my legs wide for him and rested my feet back up against the airframe. Reaching down, I opened my pussy and ran a finger over my hard clit several times, a heavy shiver running through my body as I did so. "I need you," he breathed as he moved his hard cock up against my pussy. Sliding his fingers into my juices, he smeared them over his shaft then pushed forward slowly, forcing my body to give way to his. Pulling his face down to mine, I kissed him hard, my moans of arousal lost in his mouth as I swallowed his. Panting heavily as the passage of his entry sent shivers of pleasure through me, I pulled my legs as wide open as I could, knowing that his hard length would bring me even greater pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I buried my face into his shoulder and held on tight as he thrust deep into me. We both shivered at the sensations it sent coursing through us, and then he moved slowly, easing his way out of me and back in. At first my body was resistant to his size and depth, but then it gave way and I got wetter and hotter as he drove into me time and again, his hands curled around my backside to hold me still as his hot mouth trailed kisses over my face and neck. "Harder, please," I begged. Tipping my head back, I groaned as he slammed into me, my breasts swaying with the force "God yes," Mike growled. Forcing his way into me, his shaft seemed to grow bigger and harder as we screwed as hard as we could. A heavy shudder ran through me and my thigh muscles tensed. Grabbing Mike I dragged him down into a kiss and held him there tightly as I began to come, my body wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. Shaking hard, I clung on to him for support as all strength went out of me, leaving only the waves of pleasure still rippling through my core. Growling, Mike went rigid under my fingers, his cock jerking in me as he came hard. Pulling him to me, I held on tight as he shuddered. Slowly relaxing, he gazed into my eyes and ran a shaking hand over my face, brushing my hair away. Kissing me softly, he chuckled as I giggled and snuggled close. "Fucking hell," he breathed. "And I thought today was going to be quiet." Flying High Jocelyn Michaels ran as fast as she could through Chicago's O'Hare Airport. All the usual roadblocks of a busy day had delayed her. Work was a bear in the morning, meetings ran late, traffic on I 294 was typical and security was jammed. She could hear the wheels of her carryon clicking over the tile grout in time with her pumps ... she was now regretting not changing into more practical tennis shoes at some point in the dead stopped traffic on 294. Signs rushed by, people shot her dirty looks as she brushed shoulders and bumped into other luggage being pulled along at a slower pace. Of course her gate was at the end of the solar system ... somewhere between Neptune and the now demoted Pluto. As she rounded the corner to her gate she could see the flight attendant shutting the door to the jet way and panic struck. "NO!!" was all she could get out as she saw the flight attendant smile smugly at her, now running in her pumps and looking ridiculous. The attendant stopped briefly and impatiently told Jocelyn she was too late, the manifest was set, the cabin doors were closing. Looking Jocelyn up and down, she also told her that perhaps next time she'd leave more time in her schedule to make her flight on time. Jocelyn was so stunned at the woman's rudeness, she didn't even think of a good comeback. She did however notice a little nametag with wings that said "Libby". Perhaps when she wasn't so tired and frustrated and in serious need of a drink she would write the blasted airline and tell them where "Libby" could stick it. This trip to Houston was not a big deal, a routine visit to a client whose website she maintained. Her personal service was the main reason she still made a good living doing site design. No one was a number or just a paycheck. Knowing her clients gave her good insight into what their website should say about the people behind it. Checking with the airline, Jocelyn relegated herself to a later flight and a lot less sleep. She booked the only available seat, it was on the 9:30pm flight. It was 6pm Chicago time, so not only did she have hours to kill in the airport, she wouldn't land in Houston until close to midnight. Could be worse, but it should have been better. Needing a drink and a rest, Jocelyn settled into the comfy airline lounge. She stopped at the bar, then sunk into a couch with a Grey Goose on the rocks and some bar snacks she'd stuck into a napkin. She'd slammed about a third of her generously poured drink when she was interrupted by what sounded like a very bemused male voice. "You can do better than bar snacks you know, the buffet has fruit and cheese and lots of other good stuff." Jocelyn turned to face this voice, and in doing so spilled a couple of precious sips of her $12 vodka into her lap. This stunt was followed shortly by her jaw hitting the ground. She'd review later, but this was by far the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen ...and he was sporting a smile that made her want to fall over with her legs open. His hair was literally the color of spun gold and his eyes were an impossible blue. To make matters worse, he spoke with a ridiculously sexy accent that sounded German. His ring finger was bare (not that it really meant much) and the perfectly pressed pilot's uniform he was wearing was the cherry on top of this ridiculously male sundae. "Umm, I – I hadn't really looked around yet and the snacks were out when I ordered my drink," she stammered. "Thanks for letting me know." She turned away and closed her eyes, wiping the vodka spill from her lap, telling herself that was an idiotic response and that if he didn't stop looking so irresistible she might ask him if she could eat her snacks off of his wide, sexy chest. Jocelyn just wasn't good at impromptu. She was hit on often enough, men seemed drawn to her pretty face and ample curves, but after that she could just never seem to find an engaging or clever response that kept a man interested. Hoping he would have walked away by now, Jocelyn turned around to find him still standing there, smiling that smile. "You could ask me to sit down", he said with a grin, and yep, that accent was German. Jocelyn smiled and sighed. "I'm being rude. Please do sit down. I'm a bit harried as it's been a really long day and I've missed my flight to Houston. And, thanks to "Libby", I'm kicking back waiting for a later flight." When she said the rude flight attendant's name, Jocelyn made quotation marks with her fingers and it made him laugh. God, she liked his smile. And she thought she saw a hit of amusement in his eyes. "Well your tardiness is my good fortune then isn't it? I'm being forward, but I saw you walk in and order that drink. You looked like you could use something more than bar snacks to soak up that bowl of vodka you ordered." Jocelyn laughed and sat back. She had ordered a double and well yes, the glass was kind of big. He was putting her at ease, and she felt like he was looking at her like she was the buffet. The eye contact was hard to break. "I'm Jocelyn," she said. "I really do thank you for the suggestion. I've been on the go all day and I'm starved." He introduced himself as Tomas Miller, and escorted her to the small but nicely appointed buffet. Once seated again on the lounge sofa, he took a swig of his Heineken and continued talking. "I have a bit of time ... I'm hitching a ride on a flight home later. What do you do that has you traveling?" Jocelyn told Tomas about her company, her design background and how she enjoyed the creative process. He talked about his upbringing in Germany, how the German Air Force had brought him to New Mexico and eventually led him to a career as a commercial pilot. Jocelyn had never had such easy conversation with any man, and the fact they never looked away from each other hadn't escaped her. In fact, she didn't seem to bore him at all! Lust was building, drinks were flowing and she was becoming smitten with this guy. His laugh was so full, so genuine, it alone was captivating. She stole glances at his hands, so nicely manicured and strong looking. His lips were sensual, and she loved his 'flyboy' crew cut. His eyes were an impossible blue, his eyelashes long and blonde, but everything about him was masculine. He just emanated sexiness. She noticed him doing the same to her ... he would stare at her mouth, then glance at her breasts, then back to her eyes, as if daring her to notice him noticing. At one point her hair fell out of its cropped style into her eyes and he brushed it back, letting his finger slide along her cheekbone as he pulled it back from her face. "Oh my goodness," Jocelyn commented as she broke their tension looking at her watch. "It's getting close, I better get to the gate." The time had flown by so quickly. "You never said where you were going tonight," she added. "Is home New Mexico?" He smiled so wryly her gut clenched. "What is that smile for?" she asked with a nervous giggle. With a bemused laugh he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the couch. "I'll walk you to your gate. Let's see whose there, perhaps I can get you a nice upgrade." "Sweet!" she mused to him squeezing his hand gently. He squeezed it back, and to her surprise he leaned in slowly and deliberately kissed her. It wasn't long, there was no tongue, but it sent sensual waves through her body from her lips to her toes. His lips were so soft and they lingered on her in such a way that she felt her panties go moist in an instant. She let go of his hand to grab her bag, but he was already on it, pulling it behind waiting for her to catch up. Geez, she thought to herself, a gentleman too. There has got to be something wrong with this guy. A big bag of toenail clippings in his closet, or he's wearing women's lingerie under his pilot uniform. No matter, he would walk her to her gate and they would exchange numbers or emails, and that would be the end of it. This was just an amazing flirtation in an enormous airport. He probably did it all the time. She'd always been told pilots were notorious womanizers, but something in her hated letting him go. They arrived at the gate, and most of the passengers had boarded already. He walked up to the counter, and Jocelyn rolled her eyes as she saw the girls talking to him grow pink faced and giggly. She understood, and couldn't really cop an attitude; she'd been that way all night with him! A few nods, and a "have a nice flight captain" later, he was back at her side, once again pulling her bag behind him imploring her to catch up. "What's the deal?" Jocelyn asked impishly. "Am I to ride in steerage or can I sit with royalty in first class?" Stopping dead in his tracks he turned to her and winked. "You can sit with me in first class, though I have no royal blood in my veins." All at once it registered, though how she could be so dense she hadn't a clue. "You live in Houston?? You were on this flight all along?" He laughed hard out loud and held her chin in his hand. "It was but an amazing coincidence this is the flight I was hitching my ride on. But now that we've spent time talking, perhaps it was meant to be." He kissed her hard this time, moving his hand from her chin to the back of her neck, pulling her face to him. Jocelyn's mind raced from being so happy for more time with him on the plane, to the fact that they could potentially spend the night together in Houston. What a day!! She wondered what was going on in his head. Tomas took her hand and as they strolled down the jet way he was perplexed. This woman was absolutely captivating to him. She was a blue eyed blonde like himself, but there was something exotic about her. She was naturally pretty, wore little make up and sported a sexy cropped haircut that framed her face at her chin. She laughed easily and looked at him like he was the only man on earth. Women liked him, he knew ... but Jocelyn's eyes held more than lust in them, and that was unusual. He liked American women for their forthright, say anything attitudes, and this woman was a mix of everything he liked. It had only been a few hours, but if he hadn't been flying to Houston he would have gotten on the flight with her anyway ... he needed more time with her. Once in the air, the flight to Houston literally flew by. Stolen kisses, giggling, touches ... Tomas needed to be professional since he was in uniform, and it was fun holding back. He knew that once they landed they would be running to Jocelyn's hotel room as fast as their feet would carry them. Checking into the hotel felt like sitting at baseball game through a 3 hour rain delay. When the paperwork was finally done they sprinted to the elevator, and once the doors closed Tomas quickly pinned Jocelyn to the mirrored wall, holding her face in his hands, admiring her perfectly pink lips. Then he kissed her hot and hard, grazing her pert nipples with his fingertips as he reveled in her luscious curves. He was rock hard himself, his cock straining for release. Jocelyn could feel it too, loved the feel of his hardness pressing into her hip as he devoured her mouth. The elevator chimed and they exited, still kissing, still groping, lust growing. Jocelyn fumbled for the room key, and slid it into the door. With her back to him, Tomas pushed his hard on into her ass, practically falling on her when the door fell open. They stumbled in to the room, but he caught his balance quickly and pulled her to the bed where he rolled on top of her. Suddenly he stopped and was totally still. He did nothing but look into her eyes for a long moment. He ran his thumb along her lower lip and held her gaze. "God you're beautiful," he whispered, so low she could barely hear it. Jocelyn just smiled at him and sucked his thumb into her mouth, giving him an alluring taste of what would come later. Tomas enjoyed watching her mouth circle his thumb, then his index finger, then on down the line until he couldn't stand one more moment of not kissing her. He placed his mouth on hers, their lips barely touching, his tongue making the slightest yet most erotic contact Jocelyn could remember. She moved her head towards him to deepen the kiss, but Tomas backed away skillfully, teasing her. Jocelyn laid her head back onto the pillow. "What a tease you are captain," she said with a devilish smile. "Two can play at that game you know, and I'm warning you now, I can be merciless." Tomas took her wrists into his strong hands and moved them over her head. "Well my dear," he cooed in his sexy Euro accent, "as soon you escape, you can begin your assault. Until then, I am in charge." The feel of her under him was amazing, a perfect fit. Her curves were lush and soft, her breasts full in his hands. He put both of her wrists in his right hand, and with his left began unbuttoning her blouse. He could see the lace of her pink bra, the swell of her creamy skin pushing out of the cups, the dark circles of her hard nipples reaching out to him. He sat up and straddled her so he could get a better look. He left her top on but unbuttoned, opening it fully to reveal Jocelyn's ample cleavage. She was looking up at him with deep desire, and it was all he could do not to just rip her skirt off and bury himself inside of her. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her again while he worked deftly at the button and zipper on her skirt. He glanced down to see her panties were also a soft pink, lacy but sheer at the same time. He could see she was totally shaved and his hard on renewed itself with fervor. Jocelyn was beyond wet. She could feel the heavy dampness between her legs and reveled in it. Tomas's kisses were sending her into the stratosphere. Never in her life had she been kissed so thoroughly, so perfectly. She was moving her hips slowly into him as they continued to kiss, burning for his cock to be inside of her. She quickly removed his tie and his shirt, pulling his white undershirt over his head, hating that his lips had to leave hers while she did it. He was as hot as she knew he would be. His chest was smooth and broad, his stomach hard and flat, and best of all ... each muscular bicep was tattooed full circle with a dark blue barbed wire pattern. She slowly sat up so she could get his slacks off, then slid to her knees before him. He stood up while she kneeled in front of him, her fingers flying through removing his belt and sliding his slacks down his gorgeous legs. Black boxer briefs clung to his thighs, and the outline of his extremely hard cock was mesmerizing. He put his hands on her head and pulled her face gently to his groin, where Jocelyn enjoyed the hard feel of him through his briefs. She felt around to his ridiculously cute butt, and slid his briefs down his legs, smiling when she saw what was waiting for her underneath. This guy was every romance novel's hero, in the flesh! Never before had she wanted to give a man so much pleasure. Tomas held her head in a gentle way, but pulled her to him with an authority she loved. The tip of his nicely shaped cock was glistening with pre cum, and it warmed her to know he was as worked up as she was. Cupping his heavy balls, she let her tongue slide over his head so she could taste him, and it was heaven. He was salty but sweet, and the groan he let go as she touched him was sexy in a way she had never heard before. She loved this submissive position, as if it were her lot in life to serve him. That idea had never appealed to her before, but something about the way he looked at her made her want to give him his every desire. She also noticed how she had to open her mouth quite wide to take him, something she'd never had to do before. Tomas watched Jocelyn move towards him with her tongue, and thought he might lose it instantly like a schoolboy. He was beyond excited, and the feel of him in her mouth was exquisite. She licked and stroked so slowly, looking up at him so he could see the delight in her eyes. There was nothing more erotic than watching a woman suck him that truly enjoyed doing it. She was quickening the pace, using her hands on his balls, ass and anything else she could reach. The urge to cum was building fast, and it was with quiet restraint he stopped her. Jocelyn felt him reach down and turn her chin up to him. He helped her up, and laid her down on the bed beneath him. He kissed her again, running his tongue slowly around her lips. She was still in her panty set, and never before had she wanted to be so naked so fast. As if on cue, Tomas slid her bra straps down her shoulders, and reached around to undo the clasp. He did it one handed which was sexy and sure, but also made her think to herself that this was a man that knew how to handle women, probably from tons of experience. It made her feel a bit a common, that perhaps she was just one in who knew how many, but her pulse quickened thinking this guy knew what he was doing, and she would benefit from it. Tomas let go another groan as Jocelyn's breasts spilled from her bra. He was beyond proficient with women, and had seen more breasts than he probably should have, but this woman was put together like a dream. She was full and heavy, and he loved the way they fell a bit to the side as she lay underneath him. Her nipples were a rosy pink, and they puckered to a wonderful shape and size, just begging for him to suck and lick them as she had so unselfishly done for him. He made eye contact with her, then bent his head to her nipple as he held her breast in his hand. Jocelyn gasped as she felt the heat and moisture of his mouth upon her, and she involuntarily moved her hips into his hard on. He pulled her into his mouth, and the sensation was hot and quick ... a direct line to the faucet of her pussy. She could literally feel herself dripping into her panties. He used his deft hands to squeeze her other nipple, and within minutes Jocelyn was moaning, moving her hips a bit more quickly into his as he pleasured her. Her nipples were beyond sensitive, and she was sure if she kept rubbing her mound against him she would cum quickly. Tomas loved her reaction to him. He wanted to wait, wanted to go slow, but the way she moved underneath him, the look on her face as they kissed, it was more than he could stand. Sliding to his knees, he pulled her panties down quickly. They had barely passed her ankles and she let her legs fall open, long beautifully shaped legs that ended in the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. She was totally shaved, her skin smooth and blushed a rosy red with her excitement. Never had he seen a woman so wet, her thighs literally drenched with her clear, sweet juice. He wanted to dive in and taste her, feel her wetness on his face and tongue and then kiss her so they could share. He wanted to hear her scream, feel her pulse beneath him as she came hard. "Tomas" Jocelyn panted, "for God's sake please, please fuck me now. I know that sounds slutty but I need you inside of me." She could not believe those words had just come out of her mouth. What kind of woman was she?? This man was bringing out a side of her she had wanted to possess, but had always been too inhibited to express. She decided then and there that this night would be the night she was going to have it her way. Tomas grinned sheepishly. "Slutty in the right places, and in the right proportions is every man's dream," he cooed. "I wanted to fuck you in the lounge the moment I saw you." His sense of humor made her laugh out loud. "Help me find it Tomas," she whispered. "No holding back, no inhibitions ... I want you every way I can have you. Do things to me no one has ever done." With that he rose in front of her, pulling her to him by her ankles. He pulled her legs up on to his chest, and kneeling before her drove his cock into her quickly and forcefully. She was so slick he slid in easily, all the way to the base of his thick shaft. He began to fuck her hard, pounding her so that she grunted with every stroke. He loved watching her large tits bounce and sway as he gave her every inch he had. He knew he was pushing her limits, feeling her inner core push back at him as he gave her his full length. Flying High Jocelyn breathed in deep as he simply impaled her over and over. He felt huge, thick and long, but the sensation was amazing ... a fullness she didn't ever want to let go of. She felt swollen and drenched, and she began to feel every stroke of him pushing her towards an earth shattering release. Tomas had never felt so at home inside of any woman. Her velvet core suckled him, emanating heat and juice and desire in quantities he had never known. Making eye contact with her was touching him deep inside, her smile was intoxicating. He thought about what Jocelyn had said about doing something she'd never had, and pulled out of her in one swift motion. Jocelyn gasped as he pulled out, and opened her eyes questioningly. He said nothing, just simply pushed her legs apart, and lowered his handsome face to her now very drenched, very swollen pussy. Thank God she had shaved that morning! She'd had men down there before, but what Tomas was doing was almost unbearable. She could feel his hands parting her, feel his tongue probing her entrance and fucking her like he'd done with his cock. She found herself grinding her hips into his face, and delighted in his groans as she did so. His use of his tongue and fingers was like nothing she had ever experienced. He still held her open, now using his hands to finger fuck her while he nipped at her clit. She couldn't hold off cumming for much longer, and was wondering how she could make this night go on forever. She was trying desperately to hold off when she felt the oddest sensation ... was he slowly filling her ass with one of his fingers? Astonished, Jocelyn felt discomfort at first, no one had ever tested her there, but then as he slowly moved his finger around her sensitive hole, slowly stretched her, she found it to be the most erotic moment of her life. The licking, suckling, and his fingers filling both her pussy and ass was overwhelmingly erotic. Without warning, her orgasm exploded from her as she screamed his name, writhing and bucking against him to milk every last contraction from it. She could feel the pulsing, pounding heartbeat of her release around his finger, which he still had inside her. Never considering herself fragile, Jocelyn thought she actually might faint from sensation overload. Tomas almost lost it as she came, and that was a new development. He could have easily cum without touching himself he was so beyond turned on. Feeling her cum on his tongue, feeling the pulse around his fingers, he marveled at how her body had responded to him. He looked up to see Jocelyn recovering, and moved slowly to her. She pulled his face to hers, and they shared her sweet nectar with abandon. "I want to make you cum Tomas," she purred. "I want to see you cum." Then a devilsh look overtook her face. "I'd like you to cum all over my face." "Oh my God," he growled involuntarily. There was nothing more he'd love to do than to cover her angelic face in loads of his cum. And as worked up as he was, it was going to be a lot. Without thinking, Jocelyn pulled him up to straddle her chest, and began stroking him. He joined her, cupping his balls and stroking himself along with her. She reached around and let her hands explore his ass, and an intoxicating feeling came over him as she found his sensitive hole as he'd done for her. With just a little bit of her finger coaxing him, he gave one last stroke and unleashed himself upon her face and neck, stream after stream of his own hot juice covering her soft silky skin. He'd wanted to last longer, but she made him lose all sense of control. Bless her heart, the ass thing had absolutely pushed him over the edge. Jocelyn loved watching him stroke himself and hadn't considered how sexy it would be to see a man pleasure himself. The heat of his cum on her face was erotic, and again she loved the submissive position it put her in. Tomas looked beyond sexy as he came, all his muscles tightened as he let it go ... she could see how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him. Once the last drop had fallen, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, kissing her violently on the way to the shower. He grabbed a small towel from the countertop and wiped her face, eliciting a giggle from her that warmed his heart in the oddest way. He started the shower, and pulled her in after him once the water was warm. Jocelyn handed him the soap, and between kissing and touching, caressing and loving he washed her thoroughly. She was entranced by the way he looked at her. She washed his hair, and when they got out towel dried it for him. It felt intimate and natural, like they had been doing this for years. Crawling back into bed was just as natural, Tomas pulling Jocelyn close to rest her head on his chest. He marveled that after years of flying ...and all the women that had crossed his path, this woman was an amazingly natural fit. If he was honest with himself he knew he'd never felt anything like it before. It had been mere hours, but it was clear this woman would become an important part of his life ... maybe even a permanent part. As he was drifting off, he made a mental checklist of more things he would introduce Jocelyn to when they woke up in the morning. He also made a mental "note to self" to thank Libby, his ex-wife. He'd divorced her for lots of reasons, but never in his wildest dreams did he think her bitch-on-wheels attitude would ever do him any good. He'd almost told Jocelyn about his ex when she mentioned the nasty flight attendant named Libby, but now he was glad he didn't. Who knew, it might be a great story to tell Jocelyn on their 25th wedding anniversary. Flying High Tabby found her seat on the Airplane and managed to fit her carry on under the seat ahead of her. She was one of the first to board, because she had a window seat. She liked the window, no one could sit next to her on that side and she could crawl away from what ever was seated next to her. The only disadvantage was if she had to get up to use the lavatory. Settling into her seat, she collected her book and i-pod from her purse. She was set on tuning out everyone around her. With the headphones in her ears, she opened her book. Ah... a novel she could really sink her teeth into. It was Vampires, sex and chocolate all wrapped up into one book. A tingle nipped at the bottom of her stomach and straight down. Looking out the window she could see the mountains from the tarmac. It was always so nice to visit Colorado again. With a sigh, she thought about last night. Wow! What a night! She had not anticipated seeing Jim again let alone. She blushed profusely at the thought of what she had done. Why were things with him always so... Spontaneous? She closed her eyes replaying the previous night in her mind. It was so hot and exciting. Oh how she wanted more of him. Too bad this stupid flight was so early in the morning. I could have asked him to stay the night in my hotel with me. If only. His huge size had filled her so completely. It was almost painful at first, but once he was inside of her. She felt like she could orgasm right there just thinking about him. Closing her legs together she had to stave off her desire. What am I thinking? I'm not usually like this. It wasn't that she was wearing jeans or anything constraining. Quite the contrary she knew she wanted to keep her clothes loose and without metal for coming on the plane. So, here she sat in her thin cotton Yoga pants, a loose t-shirt and a wire free bra, thinking of the man, she had in the park the night before. I hope the passenger that sits next to me doesn't notice how turned on I am. This was a fleeting thought as she looked down for a moment to see her nipples were sort of pushing little points through her thin bra. Ugh... why did I wear this one? Turning up, the singer on her i-pod she did not hear when her neighboring passenger arrived, but she felt him. For some reason without even turning her head, she knew it was a man. He was situating his carry-on in the overhead compartment before sitting in his seat. She turned her book over so he could not see the trashy vampire romance she had selected for the trip. I can still smell Jim's aftershave. Hating, not being able to hear, she turned down the i-pod and looked forward not wanting to glimpse at the man next to her. She was still too hot and bothered by her daydreams of last night's encounter. She nearly jumped when a hand touched her arm. Whipping her head toward the offensive hand, she caught the identity of the man next to her. Her eyes widened when she saw, Jim! "I didn't realize you were on this flight?" Her voice was breathless as she yanked the headphones out of her ears. "Like wise." "Are you going to KC?" He nodded, "I live near there." He gazed at her body noticing her loose clothing and how her round breasts were pointed through her shirt slightly. I could take her here. He mentally licked his lips trying not to salivate on her. He could barely sleep last night thinking of her. And here she is! "Are you staying in KC?" She should have remembered that from the night before, but so much happened. "I'm there this week. My job sends me a lot of places. I was just happy to get to Colorado for the weekend." "I'm happy too." He said with a wink. "Now about that interest?" She laughed and their discussion turned to other more innocent topics. After all, they did not know who might be listening to their conversation. The flight was short, but they ran into some turbulence due to a storm that was doing damage to the middle of Kansas. She was grateful to have Jim's hand to hold while the cabin bumped around. It was a longer flight then it was supposed to be, but eventually they landed in KCI and she let out the breath she did not realize she was holding. Her hand was sweaty in his but he did not seem to mind. "Thank you for holding my hand," She said to him as the plane rolled along the ground. "Anytime." He did not let go of her hand right away and grinned again. "You still owe me interest." This made her giggle as she wiggled her hand away from him to put her unused book and i-pod away. "You..." She stopped not knowing what sort of time crunch he was on and she realized she was not exactly dressed to go anywhere outside of Fast Food. "Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows from behind his glasses. That expression was so hot! "Oh, nothing." "You want to go to an early dinner with me?" He offered seeming to sense that was what she wanted. She nodded unable to say more, "But perhaps I should go to my hotel and check in and change before hand." She pulled at her t-shirt. "I really only wear this stuff for traveling, because I hate the idea of being stopped at the gate." He laughed, "Well you look great." His compliment made her blush again. Why am I blushing so much today? I was so willing to... last night. She could not even admit, she had had wild passionate sex with this same man the night before. After off loading the plane they went separate ways so she could get her rental car and he could pick his up from the long-term parking lot. Since, she knew her way around Kansas City, she let him know to meet at her hotel on the Plaza. They could probably find somewhere nice to eat there. She said she would text message him with her room number, so he could meet her at her room while she put her luggage away and changed. She was pleased with the room her company reserved for her as she walked in the door. It was a one-bedroom suite with a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. She sighed with longing at the idea of having him in this room. Pulling out her cell-phone, she sent him the text message to come find her room. An evil thought slipped through her mind as she put her luggage in the closet and hung her suits for the week's business meetings. She would simply be naked when he arrived. The thought of him ravishing her body again was too irresistible and she stripped her clothes off. Her nether regions got wet just thinking about his response to her. She lay back on the bed and put her hand between her thighs and started to rub her clitoris with her fingertips. Closing her eyes, she thought of his mouth and tongue taking the place of her fingers. How divine the sensation was in her mind. She rubbed harder catching her breath in gasps as her other hand touched her bare breast and pulled at the nipple. "I wonder how many times I can cum before he arrives." She thought naughtily in her mind. Her fingers rubbed her bringing her higher and higher. She would soon... "Ah..." she breathed. But his knock on the door interrupted her. Released from her peak, she jumped off the bed ready to tear him apart. She ran to the door and checked the peephole. He was there and alone. She opened the door and made sure to keep the door between her and the hall. "Come in," she cooed. He hastily entered the room and she closed the door behind him. "Nice room." He commented before turning to look at her nude body. "Oh, you are ready to continue with the interest." "Only if you are." She offered as she stepped forward and kissed him wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. She wanted more than his mouth but was content to start with it. When she let go of him, she suddenly felt funny standing completely naked with him. Why did I feel compelled to do this? I mean last night in the dark it was one thing, but the sun is still coming through the blinds. "You are beautiful." He had to take a long pause and calm his growing bulge. This was more than he could have hoped for. His hands started to move over her curves feeling her soft flesh under them. She shivered at the sensation of his touch. I've wanted him so long and now here we are again. I want to make it better for him than it was last night. She put her hands on his belt and started to unfasten it. The material of his pants was strained against his erection and she wanted it in her mouth. Right next to the closed door she pulled his pants to his ankles and kissed the tip of him as she kneeled down. His feet were confined to his clothing so he was now hers. Wrapping her mouth around him she consumed him with fervor. His flesh felt so wonderful and hot on her tongue. She pulled back and scratched the bulbous tip with her teeth. Checking his reaction to her biting she continued to lick and suck on him like a luscious treat. All she wanted was to see his expression as he released in her mouth. He would do that today and not get away with putting it over her chest. Although being covered in him on the way back to her hotel after they parted made her feel so seductively dirty. It made her want him more. Using her hands, she worked him in and out of her mouth moaning as she took him. The moans were almost animalistic, because she knew this was one of her powers as a woman. She could make him orgasm on her command. Well... maybe not like that but it sure did feel good to cradle his testicles as they tightened while he stiffened. For a split second she wondered if she really wanted to swallow him, but that was too late as he cried out releasing into her mouth. The salty bitter taste hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him. He kept cumming and she kept sucking on him, not able to get enough of the groans he was making. His orgasm filled the room with his endorphins and her mind swam with the excitement. Although, she remembered he was quickly aroused again last night. Can I keep up with him? "I can sure try." She mumbled as she stood grinning at him. He opened his eyes from his ecstasy as she kept her hand moving along his length. "Try what?" Not answering she pulled his face to hers and kissed him again. She felt like every part of her body would die if she did not get more of him. Her hunger was suddenly insatiable. Releasing him from her hand, she started to strip him he was still clothed and now it was time to feel his skin against hers. She pushed his shirt up and over his head. His glasses moved with the material but he quickly adjusted them. He was so good looking with those glasses! Again, she kissed him sharing her passion with him. He had to know, she wanted this possibly more than he did. It was like twenty years of pent up sexual frustration. Frustration she had let him go! Kneeling before him again she kissed him as she helped him remove his shoes, and then the material trapping his legs. He was now naked. This was utterly delightful for her. She stood and winked and ran away from him, hoping he'd take the hint and chase her. She always loved a rousing game of chase and possibly being tagged by his hard cock inside her would be a delight for being caught. He took the hint and ran after her as she ran around the small living room and through the double French doors into the bedroom. She wasn't going to let him catch her too easy and jumped over the bed but that slowed her down. He caught her by grabbing her wrists and pushing her back down onto the bed across it so her feet still dangled. His face met hers and they kissed letting their tongues join and dance. She wrapped her legs around him and felt him right at her entrance. She wanted him, but was not done playing games. This was her moment to have fun with him and enjoy his body joined to hers. But, what fun is it, without a little bit of foreplay? Kissing him more, she then wiggled out of his grip and slipped away. He caught her again on the couch this time she tried to slip away but managed to mash her womanly scent right in his face. His mouth met her nether lips and she moaned. She was sitting with her buttocks on the back of the couch as he licked and nipped and sucked at the folds of her skin and clitoris. To hold her in place he slipped two fingers inside of her and started to rub looking for her G-spot. Which when he found it, it made her body instantly start to spasm. She moaned as she stopped thinking coherent thoughts. He was making it feel so good. Playing off of her fascinating reaction, he kept at the mysterious spot inside her as he continued to suck and nip at her clitoris. Her head lulled back and she felt almost faint, because the sensation was sending wave after wave of pleasure screaming through her body. This was the one spot she could not resist and when combined with external stimulation it controlled her. She lost count of her orgasms as he helped her down onto the couch continuing to stimulate her sensitive areas. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she grabbed his shoulders. "Now!" She ordered. He almost didn't listen to her wanting to see how many times she could be taken over the edge. She pushed his face away from her and pulled it simultaneously to her face kissing him and tasting herself on his lips. The smell and taste drove her to the edge of her sanity and she used her ankles to pull them around his back and herself to him. She was not going to play anymore he was going to be inside of her. He entered her instantly. Her body shuttered at the slight pain from having been stretched by him the night before, but she had to have it. The pain flowed quickly into another orgasm this one brought on just by the mere sensation of having him inside her body. Since her body was quivering around him from the time he entered, he had to take several moments to pause or be swept away too quickly by her. She let him as she reeled in the waves her body was producing. Everything about her was shaking with excitement. She had never been more ready in her life to take someone to the next level of passion. When he started to move in and out of her it was slow. Soon with her joining him and sharing in the rhythm he sped up to keep pace with her hips. Her zeal was overwhelming and no matter how much he tried to restrain his passion it soon bubbled up and spilled over like a teapot boiling. He yelled out her name as she returned his with the same squeal of delight. They ended as a tangle on the couch, their dinner plans forgotten as they rested together panting. Her body had not given up the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm and she wondered if in a few minutes he'd be willing to take another year of interest off. Flying High Chapter 1 It was winter vacation during my senior year of high school when my sister invited me to spend the holidays with her in Chicago. I'd never been to a city that size and just the thought of it was pretty exciting. I knew she lived in the heart of the city where I could just walk around and see the sights. Also I knew that there was plenty of bus service as well. So, I was really psyched. What eighteen-year old kid from Norman, Oklahoma wouldn't be? The big city, the bright lights. And I knew there would be several times while I was there that my sister would be flying, she's an airline flight attendant, and I could really explore the city on my own. She lived with another flight attendant, Brenda, she'd said her name was, and that she'd be gone when I flew in. So, on the nineteenth, my parents took me to Will Rogers Airport on the outskirts of Oklahoma City and I got on a flight that went to Chicago nonstop. Now, you may have flown all over the world but, for me, it was something new and I must say, it was pretty exciting to sit at the window and watch the takeoff and, two hours later, the landing. It was a toss-up which one was more fascinating. I really didn't have any checked bags so I went right out and there was Debra, my sister, waiting for me. I hadn't seen her in almost a year and she really looked terrific in her uniform which she still had on as she'd just returned from a flight that afternoon herself. We hugged and she began gushing about how grown-up I was looking and how I was turning into a 'hunk.' That's the first time I'd ever been called that and chalked it up to her not having seen me in so long. But I did tell her how pretty she looked in her uniform and asked her if she gets guys asking her out a lot. "Oh, yeah, some, but it's hard to tell which ones are married. I know some are, you can see their rings and all and they just make a pass anyway. But that doesn't get them far. Most aren't cute, eligible hunks like my little brother," she said as we caught a bus to where her car was parked. We got to her place, parked in the garage and took the elevator up to her apartment. As soon as we got inside, I went right to the long window across the main room and looked out at the city. The view was amazing to small-town kid like me. "There it is, The Windy City, David. Welcome to Chicago, I think you'll have fun here." "Yeah, this is so cool and so, not Norman, Oklahoma," I told her as I stared at the city out there, all busy and bustling, just amazing to this eighteen-year old country bumpkin. I was a fairly sophisticated kid, actually, really into computers and other kinds of technology, but the city below me seemed amazing, just thrilling. She told me to put my stuff away and that I'd be sleeping on the sofa when she was home but when she was scheduled, I could use her room. "I'll be leaving tomorrow about noon but Brenda is due back tomorrow night late. I've got some stuff in the freezer, pizza and stuff, for tomorrow night but tonight I'm taking my little brother out for Italian food, Chicago's got great food, just wait." So, I put my things away and went back to look out the window. Debra came out of the bedroom over to me and stood next to me looking out. "This is so exciting, I just can't believe I'm here," I gushed. "Well, there are muggings, killings every day; being up here, high above it all, it does look great. And in a lot of ways it is. But there's a dark side to it all as well. You just need to stick to the really populated and well-lit areas at night. It's not Norman, Oklahoma." We went out later to an Italian place where the people seemed to know my sister. The food was just the best, some things I already knew about but they had lots of things I'd never heard of. I'd told myself that this trip was going to be one where I was going all out to try new things and I ended having two appetizers and a pasta that were out of this world. Deb and I walked around the fancy shopping district near the Water Tower and I saw more super-expensive stuff than I ever imagined existed. She even took me into a woman's lingerie shop that was giving me a hard-on with all the stuff on display. Welcome to Chicago, I thought. Then we walked some more and ended back at her building, went up and I got ready for bed. It had been a long and exciting day. She kissed me goodnight telling me that she'd probably be gone by the time I woke up and to stick within a few blocks of her building if I went out. I did plan to check out a game shop I'd seen and made a note to remember how to get there. So, the next morning about eight-thirty, I woke up and got some breakfast. Then I did the usual things like shower and stuff, watched some tube and went out. I was back for lunch after spending time in the gaming shop and made some lunch. She had told me they had a pool and workout spa that I could use so I put on my trunks and went up to the pool level and swam for about an hour. After that, I went out again, walking around a while then back to her place where I had a pizza and watched some DVDs she had. Then, tired again, I went to bed on the sofa, forgetting that she'd told me to use her room when she was traveling, and went soundly to sleep. I heard something the next morning, like someone was in the kitchen and looked at the clock. Nine-twenty-seven. I got up and was sitting there on the sofa when out of the kitchen came a beautiful woman in a nighty. It had to be Brenda, my sister's roommate. "You're David," she said as she approached me with her hand outstretched. "I'm Brenda, your sister's roommate. Welcome to Chicago." I had to stand up, that was the way I was taught growing up but seeing her had already given me an erection. I hadn't jacked-off since I'd come to Chicago so I was helpless to control my runaway horniness. So, I was kind of stooped a bit trying to minimize my showing as we shook hands. She was standing there in what I've since learned was a baby doll nighty, a white lace one which contrasted beautifully with her dark, tanned skin. Most fascinating were her dark nipples showing through making me even harder. "I'll bet you're hungry, come on, I'll make you breakfast," she said and turned to walk to the kitchen. What a figure. She was Playboy material for sure. I pulled on my chinos and went to take a pee and was soon in the kitchen watching her make toast and eggs. It was when she brought my plate over and put it on the table that I saw the tops of her wonderful boobs. If she knew she was giving me a show, she sure didn't seem to care. Right as she sat the plate down, her eyes looked up and caught me staring down into her nighty. She looked down and saw the top was gaping open, then said, "Ooops, guess I gave you a little show, sorry," and stood back up. Softly I said, "I'm not sorry," and grinned. "Well, I suppose that's a compliment and I thank you for it. Did you like what you saw, David?" "Oh, I liked it very much," I managed to squeak out. "So, what kind of girls do you like? Are you a 'breast-man,' is that it?" I couldn't believe I was sitting there with this beautiful, scantily-clad woman talking about whether or not I liked breasts. "Um, yeah, I guess so." "Does your girlfriend have big breasts?" "I...I really don't have a girlfriend." "Oh, I don't know why you don't, David. You're really a cute guy." "Well, I don't know, I guess...well, I don't know why." "Maybe you're too shy? Do you think that's it?" "Yeah, maybe, yeah, I think so." "You know girls are a lot like guys, they want to be complimented and they like a guy who will kind of take charge and be more sure of himself. So, what would you say to me about what you see and what you were looking at when I sat your plate down. Just go ahead and tell me, I won't be mad. Just try telling me what you're thinking." She was right, of course, I was too shy with girls and maybe I should just do what she asked. "Well, when you bent over, it was like I could see everything and you're really pretty there." "What did you see, tell me in detail?" "Um, your breasts." "How about my nipples? How did they look?" " I saw them, yes. Nice." "Come on, David. If you do better, really try, I might just pull the top off altogether." If you're wondering if I had a stiffie, well, it was one of a lifetime. "I saw your breasts and they're really beautiful, so large and full and your nipples are so sexy, all hard and sticking out." "What would you like to do with these nipples?" she asked as she pulled her right breast up out of her nighty. I thought I'd faint right there. "Um, touch them, feel them, suck on your nipples, lick them," I said trying to keep myself sane as my heart raced pumping blood southward. "Tell me more, David. Your sister won't be back until tomorrow morning." "I...well, I'd love to get you out of your nighty and just kiss you all over," I said trying to think of something, anything to keep this going. "Where is it you most want to kiss me, David?" she asked as she leaned forward still with her right breast in full view. Well, I'd never done anything in sex at all but at least I'd listened carefully to the guys I hung around with when they were going on and on about it. God, what do they call it...cunneylate? I couldn't think of the long word to use, all I could think of was "I'd love to eat you out. Give you oral sex." I did get it out at least. "Have you ever given a girl oral before?" "No, but it's something I really want to do. A lot." I added that last to kind of seal the deal, so to speak. "We have the rest of the day and all night together, David. I'm guessing you haven't had sex yet, right?" She said 'yet' like it might be just around the corner, oh, my lucky day. "No but I really want to. And I couldn't have a more beautiful girl to do it with than you, Brenda," I said as I slid my hand over to take hers. I really thought I needed to make some physical move. She took my hand and moved it to the breast that was out. My heart didn't quite stop but I almost thought it might. She was smiling at me as my fingers flexed around her firm, full breast as her other hand reached under the table to grip the bulge in my pants. Chapter 2 "Mmm, I'll bet I know what's in here making your pants swell all up," she said jokingly. "I think you should let me see what's in there," she said nodding to my crotch. "Come on, let's see," she said as she pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned the waistband to pull my pants down and off. "Oh, this is nice," she purred as her hand rubbed back and forth across the bulge in my briefs. "Let's see what you've got under here, David," she said smiling up at me as I lifted my butt up as she pulled them down and off, my dick springing free. "Oh, my. Such a nice young cock. Has it ever been sucked?" My heart was racing as I told her it hadn't. Without a word, her head dipped down as her lips slid over the crown and began softly sucking while her hand caressed my balls underneath. I'd jacked-off I don't know how many times, lots and lots, and nothing, I mean nothing, ever felt that good before. She just sucked softly sliding her wet lips back and forth over the tip. "Oh, that's awesome, I've...I've never felt anything that good in my whole life," I gasped. She kept sucking and rubbing her soft, wet lips over me as I panted in ecstasy. Then it hit. I had almost no advance warning as I began cumming in her mouth. She was only working on the end of my cock so some of my cum had leaked out the sides of her lips. When it happened, it happened suddenly, I began shooting my cum into her mouth and she just kept sucking and sucking. She took every drop, then lifted off and wiped her tongue around as more oozed up from me. She licked until there was no more. She sucked a little more then raised her head and pulled me down to kiss me sliding her tongue inside my mouth as I held her boobs. I was in heaven. And I had until the next day with her, my sister wasn't getting back until very late. "I think you were kinda horny, David. That better?" "Oh, lots better, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me," I told her and I pulled her head to mine and kissed her hard. During that kiss, her mouth opened and her warm, soft tongue came into my mouth. I'd not done a lot of kissing but now I tongued her back as my hands fondled her boobs. "There's more that can happen to you, David. Have you had sex before?" Yes, I realized that maybe this was the prelude to asking me if I wanted sex with her and I knew I did, I mean, who wouldn't? So, I answered her honestly. "No, but I would love it to be you, Brenda." "Oh, our boy is coming out of his shell. Well, come follow me," she said as she got up and walked down the hall to her room. As we entered, she stopped and turned to me, saying, "Well, I'll just leave everything up to you, David, you're on you're own, I don't plan on stopping you from pretty much whatever you want to do with me. Have fun." Up to me? Well, here it was. She sure seemed willing to let me, well, I guess even have sex with her. But, truthfully, I was doing all I could to keep from shaking to death. Yes, I was scared. I was an eighteen-year old kid, never done anything in sex and here she is, a grown woman, at least my sister's age, no doubt well-experienced in sex and brimming with self-confidence. I knew I had to start somewhere, I had to do something, so I put my arms around her and kissed her. Her mouth opened just a bit so I went ahead and slid my tongue inside as we held each other closer. Then I backed away a bit and looked at her, then took the hem of her nighty and pulled it up as she raised her arms helping me take it off. Beautiful, stunning, just as pretty as any girl I'd ever seen in Playboy, that's for sure. My hands took her breasts, they were firm and full, so warm and soft. Then I knelt down on one knee and took her panties and pulled them to the floor as she stepped out of them. I was face-to-pussy with her, she was all smooth and shaved clean, her plump slit dewy with moisture. I leaned and kissed her softly there, then licked in her groove as she looked down at me. "Mmm, that's nice, David." I stood up and asked her to get in bed with me which she did. She was on her back so I knelt there next to her leaning over her kissing and licking her body from her neck down. Her nipples were awesome, hard and erect, wonderful to lick around and suck on. As I leaned over her sucking one, I felt her hand take my cock, I almost fainted. She didn't do anything, just held it, softly squeezing me every once in a while as I kissed down her body. I got to her abdomen and was really getting excited. Her pussy was right there, next in line. I moved that vital few inches, then kissed softly followed by a lick along the crevice between her legs. Her knees parted widely, I knew it was an invitation so I moved down below her, between her long, beautiful legs to begin licking up and back tasting the first pussy of my life. I knew then that I would always crave the taste of women. Her hands came down to pull herself open as I lapped and flipped my tongue around where she opened to that lovely mysterious passage where I wanted to put my cock. "Mmm, good, David, feels good, right in there, oh, yes," she cooed as she moved her hips around while I tongued up into her. "Mmm, you make my pussy feel so good, I'm really glad you came to visit." As much as I wanted to put my dick into where I was licking, I was just loving giving oral sex. When I'd heard guys talking about it, well, I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. I knew I wanted to fuck, that was easy, but putting my mouth and lips and tongue down there, I wasn't so sure. Oh, now I was, it was such a beautiful place to kiss and the effect it had was more than I thought it would be. She really loved it and it kind of made her crazy. "More, oh, yes, YES, um, make me cum, oh, so close," she groaned then she began shaking and cried out in a way that almost sounded like she was in pain but it was just the opposite. But I kept doing what I was doing, licking and driving my tongue in and around her open pussy until she screamed and locked her legs around my head pulling my face hard into her pussy. What had happened was incredible, so strong, so intense. I'd never given a girl or a woman an orgasm before, I had no idea what it would be like. I just imagined it would be like when I cummed. Oh, this showed me how wrong I was about that. She let my head loose and pulled me up on top of her, kissing me over and over. "Mmm, oh you...you were good, David, you must do that to a lot of girls back home," she said still trying to get her breath back. "I've never done it before, this was the first time I've done that." "Oh, you're already as good as most guys. Mmm, I'll have to show you a few things so you can even be better," she said as she held me tight. I couldn't really help it, I was on top of her, her legs were kind of open and my dick was right between her legs. So, I kind of pushed. "You trying to fuck me, David?" she said. "Oh, no, I just...I didn't mean to..." She interrupted me with, "You can if you want to, I think I'd rather enjoy it about now." "You really mean it?" "I really mean it. Yes. Have you done it before?" "No, this would be my first time," I admitted. "Oh, Jimmy McWilliams," she sighed. "Who?" She laughed and told me then that he was the first boy she ever had sex with. It was her first time and his as well. And that the second virgin she'd ever had sex with was going to be me and she told me to go ahead and push into her. I couldn't believe she said that. I'd really thought she was kidding me about sex earlier, I mean, I was eighteen, a kid, even a small-town kid, and she was a mature professional woman in a good-paying job and probably had all kinds of business guys all over her all the time. And she was telling me to go ahead. Chapter 3 I pushed my hips forward and felt myself slip between her pussy lips, all nicely moist from my licking her and I just pushed right up into her all the way. It was that moment when I realized just how wonderfully the female body was constructed to receive the male to the absolute joy of both. Nothing equals it. "Mmm, nice, David, you like it so far?" "Oh, I...I...you feel incredible inside, it's just wonderful," I stammered as I began moving back and forth. Oh, that was simply the best feeling of my life. No wonder everyone does this, I thought. My dick was in heaven. She was smiling at me as I rubbed and squeezed her firm boobs while my dick went back and forth. There was no way I could hold out from cumming, it just felt too good and, yes, I went off inside her after only a couple of minutes. "Oh, uh, oh, I did it. I'm sorry I was so fast. I've just never..." I got out when she pulled my head down and kissed me fucking my mouth with her tongue. "Don't worry, David, it's fine. I pretty much expected it, after all, you're pretty excited, right?" "Oh, am I. This is just the best thing in my whole life." "You still feel pretty hard to me, so let's just go on," she said softly as I moved my hips back and forth. She was smiling up at me knowingly as I went in and out of her. Then, she said, "Hold on, I want to get on top," and she gripped me tight and rolled us over and got up to begin fucking me up and down as I held her wonderful breasts. "Oh, I like this, I get to play with these," I told her. "I like it on top, too, you'll find that out, David, and you can pinch my nipples, that really gets me hot. Or nibble them," she said as she leaned forward to touch a nipple to my lips which I opened to take it in and suck. Flying High "Bite on it, do it pretty hard, David, go ahead." I did, hoping I wasn't hurting her, then she said, "You can do it harder, go ahead," and I bit down more and she whispered that it was just right. She remained bent down over me so I could suck her boob but her hips were moving up and down on my happy cock as I blissfully laid there still in awe at my good fortune. It was feeling like my dick was electric as she slid up and down on me, then I felt my whole body spasm as I cummed up into her, "UUH, UUH, UH, oh, omigod, I'm cumming so good," I cried out as she raised up and pushed her pussy hard down on me, twisting her hips around and around getting herself off. "OH, OH, OH, good, so good," she screamed and began fucking me straight up and down as fast as she could. "Oh, that's so good, I can't stop, I can't stop," she groaned and she just kept fucking me up and down. "Mmm, still hard, oh, feels, oh, good, good, oh, fuck, get me off again, so close, oh," she moaned and she just fucked me silly into a second orgasm for us both. Then she lay over me, kissing me, telling me how good it was. "Mmm, David, I'm so glad you're visiting your sister. You're what, a senior?" "Yeah, I go to college in the fall." "LIke eighteen?" "Yeah, I hope that's okay?" I answered and she laughed. But she kept my cock inside her as I felt her clenching her pussy over and over keeping me hard. "I like how you do that with your pussy. I didn't know girls could do that." "Mmm, yeah, it's just to keep some feelings going, keeping you hard. Maybe we'll go again? You up for that?" I couldn't believe how sexy and hot my sister's roommate was. I'd really never dated much but what I had done I found mostly that girls kept putting you off about sex, this one wanted it like crazy. Talk about heaven. "Oh, I'm up for whatever you want, Brenda. I'll do anything you want." "I'd love it if you gave me oral again. It was nice last time," she purred and I told her I would. She moved up off me, pulling her pussy up off my dick, letting it fall back on my abdomen, making a wet, slapping sound. Then she rolled over and spread open as I got down between her long, tanned legs and began licking all around. I started down around her knees licking upward on her inner thighs, taking wet laps getting closer and closer to her pretty opening that was waiting for me, wet with my own cum glistening in her slit. "Mmm, feels nice," she cooed as I licked nearer and nearer. The skin near her pussy was so soft and smooth and warm, I could just stay here all day, I thought, slowly licking and lapping nearer and nearer my ultimate goal, the entrance to her love garden whose pleasures I'd already relished so wonderfully. I was now up near where we both wanted my tongue but I didn't give her that yet, I wanted her to really want it. "Mmm, oh, lick me, my pussy, I'm so ready," she groaned as she reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. "In there, inside," she implored, "inside, inside." I moved to press my tongue hard up inside her and wiggle it around, flicking it this way and that which was making her twitch and shudder as I kept at it. "OMIGOD, DAVID, OH, OH, UH, UH, oh," she cried out grabbing my head, pulling my face into her as she shook my face back and forth across her wet pussy. "Oh, that was so good. My god, you're eighteen, you do that better than any man I've ever had." I got up and she pulled me to her and kissed me over and over thanking me for such a wonderful orgasm. She reached down to grip me, saying, "Oh, baby, you're hard again. Maybe I really like eighteen-year old guys, come fuck me with that, you sure make me horny," and I got between her legs as she guided me right up to her slit and I pushed right in and began doing what I'd come to love so much. I might have come to Chicago to see my sister but, well, I was now kind of hoping her return flight might be delayed. I mean I love my sister but look what I was doing. I had this hot sexy woman that just couldn't seem to get enough of me. I always knew that guys were horny but this was the first female in my experience who was just as horny as most any guy and maybe even more. "You're really hard, David, I love the way you feel in me, fuck me again, honey, then I'll take you out to lunch and we can take a walk and come back and fuck some more. Would you like that?" Right then, her cellphone rang on the bedside table. She picked it up, just as calmly as if she'd been reading the morning paper, whispering to me, "Don't stop, David, just keep going," looked at the display and added, "oh, this is good," clicked it on and said, "Hi Deb, you in between flights?" My sister, it was my sister calling her as I fucked in and out of her roommate's pussy. She grinned at me, saying, "Oh, nothing much. Yes, he's nice, I like your brother, thought I'd take him to Luigi's for lunch, then walk around a bit, show him some of the big city. Then, oh, maybe figure out something to keep him occupied the rest of the day." Her other hand reached to my nipple and began to roll it between her fingertips, pinching it softly as she went on, "Yeah, he's nearby, you want to talk with him?" She grinned up at me saying, "Sure, here he is," and handed me the phone. "Deb keeping you out of trouble, David? She said she's taking you to lunch in a bit." "Yeah, she's nice. Showing me some of the things they do here in Chicago. We're going out to lunch then do some more stuff," I said, struggling to keep from laughing as my dick slid back and forth. "Well, she knows her way around, she's lived there three years," my sister said as I thought that she sure knew her way around all right. "Well, you're in good hands, little brother, she'll show you the sights. I get back in the morning, early, and I'll see you then," she said and we ended our call. "She said you'd show me the sights. I sure like everything you've shown me so far, Brenda," I laughed as I moved back and forth. "Well, I could hardly tell her that you were fucking me for the umpteenth time today, could I?" she laughed. "No, I guess that would have been too much for her to hear. But I've loved every second of it. I'll just never forget all this, Brenda, not ever." We did no more sightseeing, just sex the rest of the day. Then I helped her make supper and we never bothered with clothes, just having fun with each other the whole time. I never knew sex could be so intense and constant. It was heaven. I slept with Brenda that night, we had sex a couple of times during the night, and she woke me the next morning, shaking my shoulder, telling me, "Um, your sister's home, David, she's got to know you've been in here with me all night, okay? Just be ready for her to know what we've been doing." I lay there, now wondering what I was going to face when I went back out into their apartment. Also it had occurred to me that I had no clothes in Brenda's room, so I asked her if she had some kind of robe or something I could wear. She went to her closet, getting out something for herself and came back with a man's robe for me. I slipped it on and she asked me if I was ready. "Well, no matter what she says, Brenda, it was worth it," and I took her in my arms and kissed her. Perhaps for the last time. We opened the door and there was Debra sitting on the sofa watching us come out of Brenda's bedroom. "Good morning. Looks like you two have gotten pretty well acquainted while I was gone." "I...what happened, Deb, was my fault, not Brenda's," I quickly said trying to cover for my sister's roommate, after all, she had to get along with Deb long after I went back home. "Fault? Oh, David, don't get the wrong idea. I know Brenda would be pretty hard for any guy to resist and a young guy like you, at your age, full of hormones. Hey, I don't blame either one of you. You're getting to be a pretty sexy guy, little brother." "Oh, he is that, Deb. Your brother is on his way to becoming quite the lover," Brenda told her. "Oh, really, that's interesting. I certainly respect your opinion, I surely do." "Too bad you're brother and sister, though not every family makes that exception. After all, having some fun together isn't the same as starting a family together, now, is it?" Brenda added. "Well, I guess I need to rethink our sleeping arrangements now that you two have hooked-up," my sister said. "Hey, I'll share him with you, Deb. He's a nice guy to have around." "That might just gross him out, after all, I'm his sister, Brenda, that's pretty extreme." I was listening to this and, truthfully, well, maybe it sounds awful, but my sister is very good looking. And, now I've had sex and knew how wonderful it really was, so I found myself saying, "It wouldn't gross me out in the least, Deb. Maybe it would you but not me. I think you're pretty hot." "I think you two should do it," Brenda urged. "Come on, we're talking having some fun here. We could all go naked if you decided to," she added. "Think of the fun we'd all have." My sister looked at me, asking, "You don't think it would be too weird? Sex with your own sister?" "Come on, David, you up for doing this?" Brenda said. "Yeah." It was all I could get out. I really couldn't say any more. Brenda pulled her robe off, telling us, "Come on, guys, it's time to have some fun." I started, too, quickly getting the robe off to stand there next to Brenda with my dick like a flagpole. "See, Deb, you're brother's really cute and look at his equipment." Now my sister started taking off her clothes, it was really going to happen, I was going to have sex with my very own sister. Chapter 4 "I can't quite believe this is happening but, well, this girl is horny and what I see in front of me looks awfully good. My little brother has grown up quite nicely. And you say he uses that pretty good?" my sister asked Brenda as she reached over to take my dick in her hand. "I guess we need to go to my room with this," she said, tugging me toward her bedroom door by the cock. "Wanna watch me do my little brother?" she asked Brenda who followed us in to my sister's room and sat on her chair. "Let me do the honors, David, for our first time," Deb said as she motioned for me to get down on her bed, then she got up next to me and swung up over me, reached behind her to hold my dick while she began pushing down on me. My hands were all over her beautiful breasts. As she was rocking up and down on me, she leaned forward to bring her nipple to my mouth which I immediately took in to suck. "Wow, what would Mom and Dad think, little brother, if they knew we were fucking?" she said, laughing. I let loose of her hard nipple for just a second and told her, "I don't plan on telling them and I assume you won't be telling them either." "Hardly. But this brother/sister stuff is kind of fun," she panted as she kept moving up and down on me. "You two look so sexy and hot. It's incredible. I did have a girlfriend once that was doing her cousin and another that regularly had sex with her uncle who was only about a year older than she was. So, I guess it's probably happens more than most people think." "I'm sure loving it. I can't believe all this has happened to me. First Brenda, now you, Sis. I mean I'd never even had sex before, now, look at this. I'm doing it with my sister and I've got her roommate sitting here naked that I've been having sex with. Wow, how lucky can a guy get?" "Lucky enough that I'm gonna want you after your sister gets you off," Brenda said, her legs wide apart as she rubbed her wet pussy while my sister fucked me. "I guess we'll have to work out some way to share David while he's here with us both. I'm scheduled out tomorrow for an overnight. Are you here?" Brenda asked my sister. "Yeah, and I plan on keeping little brother busy. It's nice having a good hard cock right here in our own apartment. We've got our own fuck-toy-boy," my sister giggled. "Wow, it's nice to be in such demand," I laughed as I laid there being so wonderfully pleasured by my sister rocking up and down on me. "I'm sure willing to let you two use me for whatever you want. How can I lose?" I gasped as my hips arched up to spurt my cum deep into my sister for the first time. "Oooh, my little brother's cumming. You look so sweet," she said as she went faster over me, now sliding more easily on my still-hard dick. I hope you're not thinking that sex with your own sister isn't hot and sexy for you're surely wrong, at least in my case. Hard to believe but it was even hotter than my sex with Brenda. I was hoping that this would continue for the rest of our lives. "Boy, you sure don't get soft after you cum, little brother. Not like that last pilot I had. He had to keep stopping to pull it out so I could suck him back hard. This is so better," she moaned. "Don't forget, I want him next, Deb. I like your little brother, too. And, remember, I had him first," she laughed. "Was Brenda your first to have sex with?" my sister asked me. "Yeah, what a start, huh? And now you, too. I'm the luckiest guy on earth." "Maybe you are, Davie, maybe you are," she panted as she pushed down on me to begin twisting back and forth on my cock, her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure. "Mmm, umm, get me off, little bro, get me off, yeah, yeah, here I go, I'm cumm...oh, OH, UH, UH, oh, oh," she cried out as she thrust up and down over me as fast as she could, then dropped down, kissing me over and over. "Oh, David, that was good, really good. Oh, if Mom only knew how good your hard cock is, I'll bet she'd fuck you too," she laughed. "Geez, there's a thought. I think I'll just stick to the two of you for now, I think you're about all I can handle." They both laughed as Deb suggested that I let Brenda take over and she pulled up off me as I watched my wet, shiny dick disappear up into Brenda as she lowered down on me. There it was again, that new, wonderful, exquisite feeling of a pussy tightly sliding up and down slowly over me as my hands enjoyed her generous breasts. This was heaven for sure, I thought, hoping it would never end. "You look happy, little brother. I'll bet you're loving all this pussy you're getting. I should probably call Bethanne to see if she wants some of my little brother's cock." "Who's Bethanne?" "Oh, another flight attendant, horniest girl I've ever known. Would you like to meet her? She'll fuck your dick right off," she said laughing. "Would I be crazy to say yes?" "Maybe, she's a nympho for sure, she just loves fucking. Should I call her?" I didn't get to answer because Brenda did first, "Oh, yeah, she'll fuck him until he drops. Let's see if she'll be around when we're both here. See how David likes three horny babes. How's your cock, David? Up to keeping three of us happy?" "I don't know, I've never done it before. But, well, I'd like to try," I panted as Brenda rocked up and down on me. Deb picked up her phone and punched a few buttons. "Hey, Bethanne, it's Deb Foster. Yeah, I'm home. I've got something you might be interested in. I know you like guys a lot and I've got my little brother here visiting and Brenda and I have been fucking him non-stop but he wants more. He wants to test his limits." Brenda had stopped fucking me as we listened though she was certainly keeping me entertained flexing her pussy muscles on my cock while she sat on top of me. "Yeah, he's older than ten, my god, girl, you are kidding, right? Ten?" She covered the phone to tell us, "She says she won't fuck boys younger than ten. What a slut, huh?" then turned back to Bethanne. "He's old enough and is really cute." Brenda began sliding up and down again as Deb listened. "It's kind of long and slender. Oh, you'll love it. Brenda's fucking him right now. Um, sure, here he is," she said. Then, to me, she added, "Here's Bethanne, David, she wants to talk to you," and handed me the phone. "Hi, this is David, Deb's brother." "Hi, David, Bethanne. Deb tells me you're a horny boy. Is Brenda really fucking you right now?" "Yeah, I'm laying here and she's squatting over me, going up and down." "Oooh, I wish it was me. How old are you, Davey?" "Eighteen." "Oh, I like eighteen-year old boys. I can come over now, if you want. I live in the same building and I'll just slip on a robe. I'm usually naked when I'm home. I can be up there in just a few minutes. Just need to freshen up and put on some lipstick and dab a little fragrance between my legs, okay?" I covered the phone and asked Deb if it was okay for her to come to our apartment, they both said it was so I told her to come right on up. "My pussy's already wet, be right there," she said and I clicked the phone off and laid back as Brenda fucked me so beautifully. Her breasts were just perfect, large and round and firm, I just loved them. She bent down to place a nipple on my lips which I greedily sucked in. Soon, the doorbell rang and Deb jumped up and let in Bethanne. When she walked in the bedroom, she smiled, walked over to the bed where Brenda was fucking me, stood there, smiled and dropped the robe to the floor. Bethanne was tall with long, glossy jet black hair down below her shoulders. Her breasts were huge. I now know they're DD's and they were full and high with the lightest pink nipples I'd ever seen. "So, this is David. Looks like Brenda's making you a happy boy. Try to save some for me. I was getting myself off when your sister called. So I'm more than ready." Brenda looked at her, then said, "Look, Bethanne, I've had more of David than either of you, here, you take over," and she lifted up off me actually making a low popping sound as her pussy came off me, then got down as Bethanne got up over me lowering down as Brenda held my dick steady. The sensation as she slid down on me was luscious, like eating the best ice cream I've ever had, smooth and creamy-feeling. Then she began moving straight up and down on my cock, stopping at the top, keeping just the head inside her pussy lips so she could move her hips around in a circle giving me the best feelings I'd ever had. "Mmm, oh, that feels so good," I moaned as she smiled down at me knowing how good she was sexually. "Deb, your little brother can come visit any time he wants. Even if you're not in town. I'll keep him at my place and I'll keep him busy, too," she laughed while her pussy tightened as she pulled up and relaxed on the way back down like she was sucking me with it. Then she started that thing with the tip of my dick, rotating her pussy around it. Oh, man, that was it. "OMIGOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," I cried out as she began fucking me faster and faster. "Mmm, yeah, yeah, oh, YES, YES," Bethanne squealed as she pushed down hard on me dropping down to kiss me over and over but her hips never stopped moving up and down over me. "Look at your little brother now, Deb," Brenda said, "you're gonna send him home a well-experienced young lad." We all laughed as Bethanne pulled up off me and let me go take a pee which I urgently needed. It took me some time in the bathroom to let my cock lower its excitement level so my pee would flow but I was soon back with my three naked women. "I want to see him fuck his sister. I've never seen that before," Bethanne said. "It is hot, I watched them do it the first time. Yeah, they should do it again. Loverboy is still hard," Brenda said feeling my cock as I grinned at them. Things couldn't get better than this, I thought as my sister moved up over me, looked down and asked, "Ready for a little more sister-pussy?" "Oh am I ever. I'll dream of this the rest of my life," I eagerly told them all as their hands rubbed over me while Deb pushed down onto me. Flying High "I bet you will, David, you'll never get any hornier, hotter women that we are, even if one of us is your own sister," Bethanne said. "I've just totally forgotten that she's my sister. Right now she's the hottest woman on the face of the earth," I panted as Deb scissored up and down over me. Bethanne moved closer and slid her hand up under my sister to play with my balls while Brenda dropped a nipple to my lips. This was simply heavenly. All three of these beautiful women were in excellent physical shape and they each seemed to just love fucking up over me enjoying being in control of our sex and being the aggressor. It was something I'd never even thought about, that a woman might want to be the dominant one but, since those first times with my sister and her two friends, I've learned a lot about sex and, especially, about women. The rest of my stay with Deb was just a continuation of happy, ecstatic sex with these three beauties. When Deb took me to the airport and kissed me goodbye, not in a brother/sister way, either, but in a hot, groping fashion, I was crying, yes, I just never wanted to leave her arms again. But I had to. I did Skype with my sister and each of her friends after that, masturbating on camera for them while each would get off for me. It wasn't what I wanted but, look, it was all there was. The next time I saw Deb was when she came home for vacation and, thankfully, our parents both worked so we spent all day in bed together renewing our love affair. We even went on video cam with Bethanne in Chicago letting her watch us fucking with Deb on top, the way my sister so loved us together. I did go visit my sister again over the holidays and was again so wonderfully entertained by my sister and her two friends. So, my eighteenth year, a disaster for some teens, was the peak of my life so far. I'm now nineteen, in college at a small university near Chicago and spend every weekend with my sister, in her bed or, if she's on a flight assignment, in the bed of Brenda or Bethanne or Susan. Who's Susan? Oh, that's Bethanne's younger sister who also is a flight attendant for the same airline. And she's wilder and hornier than Bethanne. Talk about lucky. Flying High and Higher The cabin lights of the plane were already dimmed when the stewardess rushed her in and guided her through the half-empty plane to the back row. She decided to ignore the reproachful looks of the passengers whose plane she had just delayed by 10 minutes. The plane had almost left without her and this was not an experience to be repeated, she reminded herself as she stored away her luggage. It was a miracle that she had been allowed to check in at all, which might have been partly to do with her dotted red and white dress, big smile and pleading look at the teenaged steward at the check in desk. The air inside the plane was nice and fresh and the blue leather seats felt smooth and cool on her skin when she let herself fall back into them. Leaning back, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and relaxed. 'Is this place taken?' she heard a warm voice behind her. She looked up and caught an inquisitive pair of brown eyes smiling at her. She felt a sting in her stomach that irritated her. 'I think it is.... Have you checked your ticket?' she said coolly whilst trying to meet the gaze of his eyes. 'Oh that is a shame.I was looking forward to talking to you.' He came closer to her accidentally brushing her shoulder with his arm and she could see his radiant golden brown eyes closer up and smell his warmth. His shirt was immaculate and she could see the outlines of his strong arms and big hands. She could not help imagining the touch of these hands -- strong and manly.... She blushed. 'Hhmmm.... I don't think anyone is going to sit there, so if you insist.' 'I insist!' he replied with a smile and sat in the middle seat moving past her. She stretched her legs out into the corridor and snuggled up under her blanket whilst the plane took off. She was trying to switch off and relax, but could not help eying him from the side. He must have rushed onto the plane after a long day of meetings, because he was still wearing his suit and tie -- both of alluring blue fabric that she wanted to feel with her fingers. He looked relaxed with a five o'clock shadow showing on his cheeks. His hands rested on his legs -- tanned and covered with dark hair. Her gaze followed the line from his strong chin along his soft neck trying to guess whether his chest was as manly as his hands were. He caught her eyes and she blushed. 'Do you come to New York often?' she asked trying to compose herself. 'I am actually from Chicago -- the windy city. But I spend a lot of time in NYC through my jaaab.' She wanted to ask him about his job, but felt that whenever she was alluding to the topic, he became shy, like a schoolboy, and skilfully avoided answering the unasked question. It made him a vulnerable, yet mysterious appearance. They started talking about New York and the time they had spent there, when he suddenly cried out: 'Oh look.... What a beautiful view... the sun and the sea. You don't get that in London too often, do you?', he exclaimed and leant over his seat to get a better view and turned toward her smiling - 'you must take the window seat to enjoy this view -- you can even see some boats!'. Bemused by his enthusiasm and insistence, she moved to the window seat. Squeezing past him, she could feel his knees brushing her legs and his hands that supported her frame remained on her hips a moment longer than necessary. The warm pressure sent trickles down her spine. His eyes smiling at her and she could not help but feeling trapped by these eyes that pinned her down to her seat and gently taking every layer off her. She abruptly turned away to look outside the window. 'It is true -- you can see some boats' She was leaning against the window, when she felt his body gently pressing into her from behind, as he was trying to catch a view out of the window of the plane. His head was close to hers, their cheeks almost brushed. Whilst leaning forwards his arm brushed her chest and a ripple of excitement went through her whole body. 'Yes' he said quietly 'the boats, the radiant blue sky and the ocean beneath us. Gorgeous -- just like you!' She was lost for breath for a moment when she could feel his fingers gently stroking her neck following the frame of her shoulders up - touching her hair... she gave out a quiet moan leaning back into him. His hand lifted her chin and gently turned her head around. She got lost in his warm brown eyes and could feel his whole body humming and buzzing with excitement and joy before relaxing into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm and she felt as if she was going to fall into him -- his arms securely holding her. He came for more tasting her, kissing her, pulling her closer. 'Would you care for something to drink?' the stewardess looked slightly embarrassed. They both looked at each other and laughed out loud. 'Orange juice, please. No ice' she managed to say breathless. 'And a water' she added glancing at him. 'You are gorgeous' he said gently touching her cheek 'I saw you talking to this steward trying to convince him to check you in. You looked so flustered and desperate to get on this plane -- I could not have refused to check you in myself.' She looked embarrassed. 'Yes, turning up late at airports is a very bad habit and it is slightly stressful to always have to convince people to let you pass -- first at the check-in and then to fast track you at security. Somehow it always works though.' 'I can see why. Your story did sound very convincing -- getting on the wrong metro line, having your credit cards cancelled... you must have had a nightmare getting here' he whispered and pulled her close to him. 'You are making fun of me' 'Not at all' he smiled. 'I have to pay for the privilege to get fast tracked. I am always flying first class.' 'What are you doing here at the back of the plane then?' she looked at him inquisitively. 'Well, what do you think I am doing here?' he whispered looking around the plane. The cabin lights were dimmed and the few people sitting two rows in front of them had fallen asleep. His fingers gently touched the inside of her arms... 'I came here to get you...' he said in a low voice fixating her eyes, his fingers continued stroking the inside of her arms. 'To get me?' she asked hesitantly. 'Yes, to get you -- close to me' his voice sounded more insistent as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him 'very close...' he whispered as he pulled her even closer. His embrace was almost forceful -- holding her very tight -- laying her down onto her seat and across the three seats of her row. She offered no resistance. '... and you want me to get you too' he whispered in her ear holding her. 'I... No! Not here -- the other people' she was breathing heavily trying to push him away from her. 'Oh yes. Here, and now!' he whispered whilst using all his force to hold her securely. His weight was pinning her down and she could feel his fingers slowly following the outlines of her body: her sweet neck, her soft arms, her curvy hip and her lean yet muscular legs. She held her breath when his fingers started stroking her legs and she flinched when he touched the underside of her thigh. 'No, be careful' she answered looking up to him mesmerised and half heartedly tried to push him away. 'I don't care. I came to get you and I will.' he continued whilst his hand gently found his way under her skirt and started stroking the insight of her thigh. Her heart was racing and she could feel his fingers slowly working their way up and pushing her pants aside, feeling her with his fingers. She moaned softly. 'Shhh' he covered her mouth with his hand looking around the plane, but everyone still seemed to be fast asleep and only the lady two rows in front of them had stirred her head a little. 'I am going to drive you crazy' he whispered whilst losing his hand under her skirt again. 'Ohhhh!' she whispered pleadingly whilst opening herself to him. 'Yeeees' she moaned let herself be rocked by the movements of his fingers. 'You want me to rub your pussy? His hand was rubbing her faster and faster. 'Yes...' 'I am rubbing your pussy and I am driving you crazy you little witch. I will rub you until you melt in my arms and beg me to stop, but I am not going to stop until you are completely worn out.' His voice was hoarse and he was holding her very tight. 'Ohm YES, please don't stop. AHHHH. YES' She screamed out and twisted in his arm pressing herself back into him. He was holding his hand over her mouth whilst his other hand continued stroking her. 'AHHHHHHH' She tensed up against him and finally relaxed in his arm. She was lying very still in his arms and he was holding her very tightly, whilst he was gently stroking her back, rocking her in his arms. 'It is OK, sweetie.' His voice reassuring and warm 'it is OK'. 'I have never... before... I don't know what happened' her voice got lost. I know. It is OK. Are you feeling good? She nodded quietly. 'I am feeling very good as well and I am not running around seducing women on planes either. Just you; I could not resist, OK? She nodded again quietly and smiled at him. She was leaning her head against his chest and felt the fabric of his shirt coolly against her skin. 'Can I tell you something?' she looked up to him questioningly. 'Of course -- anything' 'I like writing sexy stories and something like this might happen in one of my stories, but I never thought that it might happen in real life.' she told him hesitantly. 'Sexy stories?' he asked surprised 'Yes... about my fantasies. What is your favourite fantasy? 'Other than meeting a beautiful woman on a plane and being allowed to get close to her? He said laughing quietly. 'Yes...' 'Maybe going home with her and meeting her sexy friend' he said and then hesitated 'I am sorry -- I should not have said that' 'It is OK. We all have our fantasies and I like the idea about the sexy friend...' she murmured cuddling up against him closing her eyes and she was soon fast asleep.