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Layover

By: tantraplanet



Daniel had noticed the dark-haired woman when she first boarded the plane back in Salt Lake City. She took a seat a few rows ahead of him and he could see the edge of her if he leaned out of his seat a little, which he did, just to satisfy his curiosity. She carried a leather satchel and a camera case, and wore a pair of heavy black shoes, the kind with thick knobby soles, good for roughing it or for looking like you might rough it if you needed to. But what really interested him was the way the woman's hair fell like a tea-colored waterfall down her shoulder. 

Daniel wondered how it would feel under his fingers, how her hair would smell if he buried his nose in the woman's neck. Or, better yet, how would it feel to have her hair hang down around him as they kissed.... As this reverie washed over him, Daniel felt his breath settle for a long moment deep in his lungs, then felt it rise up slow, and savored the fleeting remnant of spring fever that could still make him swoon, from time to time. Of course, he didn't dwell on the feeling, since he knew it wouldn't do him any good to get too turned on now, thirty-thousand feet up in the air and still hours from home, so he sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the square of darkness outside his window. Out there, the world was wrapped in the velvet cloak of a moonless night. The dark-haired woman slipped out of his thoughts, her shadowy image wafting away to mingle with the invisible clouds. Now thoroughly relaxed, Daniel clicked on the overhead light and reopened the book he'd been reading.

Later, when the plane landed in Memphis, where Daniel had to transfer to the flight that would take him to Durham, he noticed the woman with the beautiful hair again. She walked ahead of him down the concourse of the somnolent airport, her satchel over one shoulder, her camera case in her other hand. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, and Daniel had a hard time adjusting his pace so that he didn't overtake her on the way to the distant gate. She was tall and slender, with a nice little ass, the muscular kind that you can get from riding a bike or running. 

Her hair swayed to and fro against the small of her back, nearly hypnotizing Daniel, who was already feeling a weird buzz from traveling in the middle of the night. He enjoyed the view until, about halfway down the ramp, the woman suddenly stopped and turned to face him, a questioning look on her face. Daniel pulled up short, momentarily worried that he had been found out as an amateur stalker. But, no, the woman wanted to know if she was heading toward the right gate. She told him when he caught up with her that she had never been through this airport before, that she was looking for Gate 9. She showed him her ticket as she explained her confusion. Daniel smiled and told her, no, she was fine, Gate 9 was just ahead, that he was heading there himself, for a flight to North Carolina.

They walked the rest of the way together, after they introduced themselves. Her name was Laurie, and she was a photography teacher at an art school in Raleigh. He told her a little about himself, that he owned a bookstore near the university in Durham. Laurie nodded and said, hey, yeah, the one with the cool old stained-glass window, and Daniel said, yes, that's the one. They laughed a little about the small coincidences of life, then took seats next to each other in the passenger waiting area near Gate 9.

They weren't there long, however, when an announcement came over the loudspeaker, a voice breaking the peace of the deserted concourse to tell the few travelers that Flight 219 was delayed by a snowstorm that was hovering over the mountains to the east. Daniel checked with the attendant on night-duty, and found that there wasn't much chance of anyone going anywhere until at least that afternoon. Laurie shook her head in a show of frustration, then her mood brightened when Daniel suggested they go get something to eat, perhaps a late-night dinner, or an early-morning breakfast, whichever she preferred. Sure, she said, that would be good. They were both traveling light, and had nothing to check, so they left the gate and ambled up the concourse in search of an overnight restaurant.

The only place open 24 hours was the cafe in the lobby of the airport hotel. Daniel and Laurie served themselves to a corner booth, then ordered coffee from the lone elderly waitress. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, Daniel still feeling a little spark of excitement somewhere down the length of his spine, a kind of wonderment from knowing he was actually in the company of the woman who'd caught his eye before. During their conversation, Daniel asked Laurie about her work, and she pulled a black-bound portfolio from out of her satchel. Passing it across the table with a sly grin, she said, "Well, normally I wouldn't show this stuff to a complete stranger, but I guess we're not really strangers anymore...." 

When he first flipped open the portfolio, Daniel was a little shocked, though he quickly got over it. The book was full of images of nude women, with an emphasis on close-ups of shaved vulvas. They weren't pornographic pictures, more like abstractions, studies of shape and light, so that each vulva was more like a flower than anything to do with sex. Daniel wasn't exactly aroused, but he was fascinated by the variety of forms a vagina could take. 

Laurie said, "I know, it's like Georgia O'Keefe...right? She painted all those orchids, made them look like vaginas...except always denied that's what she was doing. Well, the thing is, I think my work's more about celebrating the beauty of the feminine anatomy, without hiding anything. Kinda like saying 'yes' to sex, you know? Instead of being embarrassed about it like some artists used to be, like O'Keefe was. Though, god knows why I'm telling you all this...." Then she smiled in silent acknowledgement of how quickly two people can become friends, if the mood and place are right. Daniel smiled back, and a thought floated up into his consciousness which made his heart beat a little faster as he considered the possibilities...

An hour later, Daniel and Laurie were in a room on a middle floor of the airport hotel. They had decided together that it would be pretty unpleasant to spend the next ten hours waiting for their late plane in the hard plastic seats by the gate. Daniel had suggested that he might grab a room, take a nap or something...and Laurie had tugged gently on his sleeve and said, "Well, you know what we could do...?" When he heard what she had in mind, Daniel felt like he had crossed over into some new kind of universe, one where beautiful women didn't just evaporate away like waking dreams. He told her that he liked her idea very much, and so they had gone, hand in hand, up the elevator and into this cozy little room that looked out onto a field of winking red and blue lights.

They stood at the window a while, watching the dark shapes of jets rumble down the runway like sleepwalking elephants. Then Laurie took Daniel's face in her hands and they began kissing, slow at first, then with more heat, and Daniel then knew for real how good Laurie's thick silky hair felt against his neck...

After they had both shed their clothes, they settled onto the big bed and rolled around for a while, exchanging sloppy wet kisses, their hands roaming all over. Daniel licked a trail down Laurie's shoulder, inhaling the sweet perfume of her tawny skin along the way. Then Laurie opened her legs wide to let Daniel dive into the sopping-wet cleft of her sex. She moaned happily as Daniel nibbled and sucked on her swollen clitoris, then began to knead her own nipples under her fingertips as he tongue-fucked her warm throbbing hole. Daniel pressed his hardon into the mattress, making a wet spot on the sheets where his sticky precome flowed out. He was close to an orgasm even though Laurie had yet to touch his phallus, but he knew he could hold on for a while, especially since he enjoyed eating pussy so much.

Laurie began to pluck at his hair, then moaned loudly and pulled him off her twitching vagina. She said, "Wait, wait...let me get my camera...I want you to take a picture...hold on..." Then she rolled off the bed, one hand pressed hard against her dripping snatch, the other rummaging around through the pile of clothes on the floor. She grinned at Daniel when she found what she'd been looking for, then tossed him her camera case, saying, "Would you? I'd love it if you would shoot some pix of my cunt." Daniel was so aroused by now that he would have agreed with any wish or desire she might express. He nodded and wiped the pussy-juice off his mouth with the back of his hand. Laurie said, "If you want, if you don't mind, I'd also like to take a picture of your cock...you look so good like that." Daniel glanced down at his engorged member, which bounced up and down at the base of his belly, and said, "Yes, anything, yes...but first let me get a shot of your sexy little twat..."

He knealt between Laurie's knees and looked through the camera's viewfinder at the lovely pink slit of her sex. Laurie splayed her netherlips apart with the fingers of both hands, giving him a better look at the rosy aura around her tunnel. She teased out her pearlescent clit from beneath its wrinkled hood, and thrummed it lightly with her thumb, moaning as she did so. Daniel composed a shot as best he could, framing Laurie's erect nipples and her pale thighs within the field of view. Then he clicked the shutter, which let a flash-image of Laurie's excitement burn its way onto a silvered plastic tongue of film, a mirror image of the picture that was now deeply imprinted in Daniel's mind.

They played like that for an hour or more, taking turns posing for each other. Daniel stroked himself to the very edge of coming, then spread his ass wide to let Laurie photograph his nether hole. Once he squirted a creamy dollop of jism right onto the macro lens, and they both laughed as Laurie licked it clean. Then Laurie finger-fucked herself an inch away from the camera, while Daniel looked through the viewfinder as her gorgeous vulva spasmed through one "o" after another. Daniel felt himself melt with pure lust as Laurie's milky come flowed out of her trembling slit. 

After an hour or so, they were finally out of film, and dawn was blooming over the greasy tarmac outside the steamed-up hotel window. Laurie tossed the camera aside and said, "Now, how about we just fuck each other silly?" And Daniel agreed that sounded like a very good idea. He lay back on the bed and Laurie straddled his aching cock, sliding up and down on it with a wet squelching noise. He bucked his hips to force his manhood deep into her slippery hole, then reached up to massage Laurie's full sweaty breasts. 

They fell together into a nice slow rhythm, then raced each other up the slope of an all-consuming orgasm. Daniel felt his cock fill with electric sparks of pleasure, then felt his warm swift seed erupt from his pulsing glans. Laurie cried out as her muscles rippled with a sympathetic vibration. She jumped up and down on his cock, milking him of every last drop of come. Daniel reached around Laurie's hips and squeezed her ass hard, pressing her down to where she ground her clit into his pubic bone. They both took their time coming down, while giggling quietly at how wild they'd been.

Later that day, rested and content, they dressed and headed back downstairs to rejoin the real world. They found that their flight was due within the hour, and when it arrived, they managed to swap seats with a couple of other passengers, so that they could sit together as the plane glided over the snow-covered hump of the Smoky Mountains. They talked on a more intimate level now, and made plans to get together more often for some recreational sex and nature photography. When they parted at the airport in Raleigh, they shared a long deep kiss, which carried with it the taste of semen and honey and sweat. With a wicked grin, Laurie promised Daniel that she would send him a set of the photographs they'd made together. Then they said goodbye, very reluctantly, though both knew it would only be a matter of days before they were entangled in a warm embrace again...

Layover



Bob's grand plan was a layover in Denver on his flight from Chicago to Los Angles to see an old flame living near Denver. The flight was to arrived in the morning and he was going to leave again on another flight that evening on a different airline. This was the only way he had been able to arrange the layover he wanted. He had paid a little extra for this, since it was a one way flight, it really wasn't all that much more. He thought it was going to be worth it when he bought the tickets. Bob boarded the L1011 and found his seat; row 21A, a window seat with only one seat next to it. 

Pam had just spent two days in Chicago at a seminar and was very happy to be on her way back to Denver and home. It had been hot and humid. Hot was okay, Denver could get hot. It was the humidity that was killing her. She had slipped into the ladies room as soon as she got to the airport and removed her bra. She really didn't need one and wasn't fond of wearing one, but in the business environment it could get very catty if a woman didn't have one on. She didn't like flying but had a book with her to keep her busy during the flight. Pam boarded the plane and started looking for her seat; 21B.

For a short time Bob had harbored the hope that no one would take the seat next to him. That hope was short lived. A woman came down the isle with a carry on bag and her purse reading the seat row numbers and stopped at his row. She was dressed in a tight short skirt and a very loose silk top that wasn't tucked in and sandals. She was small breasted, and the way her breasts were bouncing and the way her nipples were poking at the material of her blouse he thought that just maybe they weren't restrained by a bra.

She had a small carry on bag that she wanted to put in the overhead compartment, but before she put it up there, she wanted something out of it. She put it in her seat, and while still standing in the isle, bent over in his direction to dig something out of it. While she was bending over, he had a very nice view all the way down her front. His first guess had been right. There was no bra. He had a nice view of two very nice small breasts with their very sexy long nipples. It was cold on the plane, and her nipples were very erect. She didn't seem to be able to find what she was looking for, so while she looked in her bag, he enjoyed the view. Finally she gave up and just put the bag in the over head compartment and closed it.

Pam knew he had been looking down her blouse a few seconds after she had bent over, but decided what the heck, he's cute, let him look. Her breasts were small, but she was proud of them. The combination of the silk blouse rubbing on them and the cool air in the plane made her nipples were very erect. She thought her breasts looked better when the nipples were sticking out. Her blouse was loose enough and just low cut enough that he was probably getting one hell of a view of her chest. She couldn't find the book she was looking for, and stirred around in the bag a little longer than necessary to give him a real eye full.

Bob now had a rather obvious hard-on. He moved in his seat to try to hide it, but he thought she had noticed from the smile that came over her face as he moved.

She has seen his predicament all right and was quite pleased with herself for having causing it. Maybe the extra time she had spent bending over was worth it. It was time to find out who owned that newly sprouted erection she had just created, "Hi, I'm Pam." she said with a smile.

"I'm Bob, nice to meet you."

"You just going to Denver or all the way to L.A.?"

"I'm going to lay over in Denver for a few hours, then I am going on to L.A."

"Why are you stopping in Denver?"

"I am going to surprise an old girlfriend. It sounded like a good idea up until a few minutes ago, but I have been wondering if I shouldn't have called her first."

"It is summer and people do go on vacation or make some other plans." or go on a hot date she thought. Speaking of hot dates, she wouldn't mind a hot date with this guy herself. She had liked the looks of him the first time she laid eyes on him. That was why she had let him have a good long look down her blouse. She had noticed years ago that that really got a guy's attention.

They talked and flirted all the way to Denver. He found himself wishing that she lived in L.A. so he could ask her out, and she was hoping that the woman he was looking for in Denver would be out of town when they got there. It looked like lust at first sight, but neither one thought they could really do anything about it.

The plane finally arrived in Denver and they waited until those who were really in a hurry got off the plane. She was ahead of him in the isle and he took the opportunity to admire her shapely ass and legs as they left the plane. Well, he thought, the one I am going to see looks just as good.

She thought she felt eyes on her bottom as she walked down the isle, so she walked by placing one foot almost directly in front of the other. It made her bottom wiggle more than in normally would.

They said good-bye when they got out on the concourse. He headed for the phones and she for the baggage claim.

Bob was going to surprise Sarah with a call from Denver International Airport, but the surprise turned out to be his. He had called her at work and got her answering machine instead. The ugly part of the surprise came when he got the message. She would be out for a week on vacation. He tried her home number in desperation; no answer. It had never occurred to him that she might not be there. He had had a bad feeling about this as soon as he sat down on that airplane.

He was stuck in Denver for the next few hours alone. It was now time to collect his bags. He didn't know if Pam would still be there or not, but he hoped so. Maybe she wasn't in too big a hurry and would at least have lunch with him. He figured it was a long shot, but since he was looking at quite a few hours here by himself, it was worth it. Come to think of it, he didn't know if anyone was going to meet her at the airport. She might have something as disgusting as a boyfriend show up!

Pam got to the baggage carousel and waited and waited. She hadn't been the last person off the plane, but she had expected the bags to show up a little faster than this! She was hoping to see Bob again, but expected him to show up with some tall blond on his arm. Damn blondes anyway. Only a blond could get a guy to do something like pay extra for a layover in a town to see her. No, wait, he was going to call the blond, assuming it was a blond, and she would have to drive out here. She might get to see him for a few minutes after all, not that it really mattered if he was going off with blondie. No one was coming out for her, her car was in the parking lot. Bob had gotten her excited during the flight. Nothing he had said or done, it was just that she liked him and well, it had been a long time since she had had a man between her legs and she really wanted that right now. Getting herself off only went so far. There was nothing like the real thing. There was just something about him. She was starting to have fantasies about what it would be like to be in bed with him while she waited for the bags. What it would be like to have him eating her, sucking on her nipples, and to finally have him between her legs. She was having such a good time in the fantasy that she thought she felt herself starting to get wet.

Bob saw Pam standing by an empty baggage carousel with a good number of others from that flight. For once he was quite pleased that the bags hadn't shown up yet. It was about time something going wrong had worked in his favor. Even more important, there didn't appear to be anyone with her. "Hi Pam!" he said coming up behind her.

"Hi." she said, "Get in touch with your friend?" She thought she knew the answer, but there was always hope. She was sure he was going to say that blondie was on the way.

"Nope, I should have called first. She's on vacation and won't be back for at least a week."

Great! Tough luck blondie, with a little luck I am going to get laid by your boyfriend. If I don't, it won't be for lack of trying. "So, uh, what are you going to do now?" she asked. Wanna come home with me and screw all afternoon? she thought to herself.

"I don't know. I guess I check these bags on the other airline whenever they show up here and then, well, I don't know. Find a way to kill about five or six hours I suppose. What are your plans? Do you have the rest of the day off or do you have to go back to work?" He had never thought to ask her what she was going to be doing for the rest of the day, and now hoped that she didn't have to go back to work or do something that was going to leave him stranded in this airport for six hours. He was giving her his best lost puppy act, hoping she would take him home with her.

The carousel finally started up and the bags began to appear. "I have the rest of the day off." She said. "I guess I will just get lunch somewhere on the way home and then take it easy for the rest of the day. Nothing planned." She hoped he would take the lunch bait. Please take the lunch bait!

"If you have the time, would you have lunch with me?" Hot damn, she was free for the afternoon. There was hope for this day after all.

Yes! He took the bait! "Sure, I'd love to." She tried to act very calm about it. If you snooze you loose blondie. She had the wicked notion of asking him if he would like to come over to her place and just eat her instead of going somewhere, but she decided not to.

"Is there anyplace nice to have lunch around here?"

"Heavens no, we are out in the sticks. Half way to Kansas! I know of a nice quiet little place not too far from where I live though." First you feed me and then I will take you home and play with you! She thought this day had hope too.

"Do you have a car here or will we need a cab?" he asked as his first bag appeared.

"My car is in the parking lot here."

When the found all of their luggage, he checked his back in with the other airline and helped her carry hers to her car.

"Where are we going?" he asked as they left the airport.

"Do you like Mexican food?"

"Sure, that'll do just fine."

"Okay, I know a nice place on Mississippi in Aurora that's nice and it's usually pretty quiet. It's a little early, but we can have drink first and then have an early lunch there. A place called Senior Ric's. Not overly fancy, but nice." Then I can take you home for desert. she thought.

The arrived at Senior Ric's, had a drink, and then ate lunch. If she ever had any reservations about taking Bob home and getting into bed with him for the afternoon, she was loosing them fast. She was very horney and he was looking better all the time.

Bob was becoming very infatuated with her the more he talked to her. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off her. He was horney and he found himself wondering what she would look like undressed. It was cool in here and he noticed her nipples poking at the material of her blouse again. He was dying to see what they would look like with nothing over them. He paid the lunch tab and they walked back out to her car. "Well, I guess you can take me back out to the airport so you can have the rest of the day to do whatever you want." he said, all the while hoping that she would invite him over to her place. Oh please invite me over to your place! he thought.

Oh shit, she thought, we can't have this. You aren't getting away from me now! "You can come over to my place with me and lounge around there a little if you like. It would be nicer than those seats at the airport I would think. I have few beers in the fridge, at last they won't cost you three buck apiece if you want one. I have a few things to do there, like unpack, but you are welcome to come over there and watch TV or something."

Yes! "That sounds a whole lot better than the airport."

At her condo they unloaded her bags and went inside. She took her suitcases into her bedroom and set them on the bed. She took him out to the kitchen and found a cold beer for him and gave him the clicker to the TV. "Have fun, I'm going to unpack quickly and be right out. I think I will slip into something more comfortable too." she said as she headed for the bedroom. Damn, he hadn't made a pass at her yet. She was hoping he would. Maybe he just needed a little help.

"Take your time." This, he thought, is where the chick slips into something slinky in the movies. He wasn't sure what she was going to change into since this was real life, but he was pretty sure he could kiss off the movie version. Real life probably meant jeans and a T-shirt; it was hot out, maybe shorts and a T-shirt. He settled into the recliner, turned the TV on, and started flipping through the channels. He really wanted to come on to her a little more, but felt a little awkward doing it in her house and really having just met her. It would have been different if she had come over to his place, but then maybe she wanted him to and that was why she had invited him over here. He was confused and hoped she was give him a clue.

Pam unpacked quickly and then slipped out of her skirt and blouse. She was now standing there in her panties and sandals. She kicked the sandals off. Earlier she had thought of coming out with nothing on but a teddy, but now was wondering what he would think of her if she did. Oh damn, she thought, this all sounded so good in the car. These games people play are such a pain in the ass. It would have been a lot easier back at the airport if she could have just said gee, I sure would like to fuck you, would you like to come home with me and fuck me? She just wanted him in bed so badly. I know he has to be a great lover. He just has to be. Slowly a plan formulated in her head. First she took off the undies and used a tissue to dry herself. 

Christ she got wet thinking about him! Next she put on a teddy. Not her most risqué, but one that was pretty sexy. It was dark purple, almost back-less, low cut in the front, had a lot of see through lace to it, and had spaghetti straps. It was French cut at the leg openings, but not outrageously so. The material over her breasts, bottom, and crotch was solid so it wasn't all that inviting in spite of being very form fitting, or so she thought. I did the laundry a few days ago, so what is there in the laundry room that I could go by him to get? Ha! I have another loose skirt in there. She left her room with her heart beating a little faster and walked by the recliner on the way to the laundry. "You might know I would leave what I needed in the laundry room."

Bob had been flipping through the channels while he wondered what she would come out in that was more comfortable. He just about couldn't believe his eyes when she did come out. "Wow! You look very nice like that!" he blurted out, and couldn't believe he had said that. I must sound like a complete ass to her, he thought. The "wow" and the "like that" were too much. None the less, he was sure the clue he had been looking for had arrived.

She stopped by his chair feeling rather flattered. His eyes had just about come out of his head and his jaw dropped like a rock. She did have his undivided attention. "I was just on the way to the laundry to get a skirt I left there."

"You can stay like that if you like. I won't lay a hand on you and promise not to drool." Oh shit, why did you say that? he thought, especially the last part. You sound like some high school kid. Shit, he was always putting his foot in his mouth around her. He also wondered how he was going to hide the fast growing erection in his pants.

"You won't touch me?" We're going to have to work on that, she thought.

"Not unless you want me to." By now he was sure she did.

"Hmm....if you were just sitting there in your undies, I might have a hard time keeping my hands off you." Well come on, that's an invitation, take it! she thought.

"No," he teased, "you would be a perfect lady, avert your eyes, and act like I was sitting here fully dressed."

"Try me!" she hissed.

He thought that invitation was as plain as day. "Well, lets just see." Bob quickly stood up, slipped his shirt, pants, shoes and socks off, and sat back down. He was now sitting in the recliner with just his briefs on. The briefs were doing a very poor job of hiding his erection.

She leaned over and pulled the side handle on the recliner. The seat back went back and the foot rest came out. She climbed on it, putting one knee on each side of his waist and planted her bottom high on his lap facing him. "Do you think a perfect lady would do this?" she grinned. She could feel the bulge in his briefs pressing up against the very bottom of her teddy. He was going to feel so good inside her. She had him right where she wanted him. She was going to get laid now. Eat your heart out blondie!

His hands went to her waist and then slid up the soft smooth skin of her back pulling her down to him. "Probably." he said as their lips met. He felt her lips open as they kissed and he slipped his tongue into her warm inviting mouth. His hands roamed over the soft warm skin of her back. As they kissed, he could feel her crotch press down on his covered erection. He wanted to be inside her so badly.

She had her elbows up by his head as they kissed, giving his hands free access to her body as they kissed. She felt his hands slowly slide back down her back and over her thinly covered bottom. She felt his hands caress her bottom through the thin material of the teddy, then slide off to the side and slip under the edge of the leg openings. Those sexy hands now slid over the bare skin of her bottom and down toward her opening. Now he's going to see how wet I am, she thought as a finger got to the very back edge of her sex. "Take me back to the bedroom." she mumbled as they kissed. "I want you so bad."

He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He had his hands under her ass as he carried her back to her bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed.

"By the time I got to the phones I was hoping that girl I was calling wouldn't be there so I could spend a little time with you."

"I have had the hots for you since I let you have a good look down my blouse when I got on the plane." she said as she slipped his briefs down his legs, letting his erection spring free.

He took her hands and got her to stand up. "You mean you knew I was looking down your front?"

"Not right way, but once I saw you looking I kept looking for a book I knew wasn't there just so you could have a better look." He slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulder. The thin material covering her breasts didn't fall away.

Bob reached up and slowly pulled the teddy off her breasts. "Did you notice that I was getting hard looking down your blouse?" Bob looked at her beautiful nipples. They were just as long, sexy, and inviting as he thought they would be. He leaned over and took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

"Oh.....that feels so good. Yea, I noticed. I thought the fact that I didn't have a bra on probably had a lot to do with it." She reached between them and found his hard cock. She ran her hand up and down the hard shaft. Her touch made him moan.

"It did." His hands slid down her body taking the teddy with them. He let go of it as it crossed her hips and it slid down her legs and landed in a pile at her feet. He switched to the other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"Oh God you get me hot." she moaned.

He moved a little. She felt one hand slide around to her rear and cup an ass cheek and the other came around to her tummy and then slid down to her bush. A finger probed into her wet slit. It slid over the wet outer lips then parted them and found her swollen clit. A soft moan escaped her lips as he touched it.




Layover



"Sit on the edge of the bed." he said softly. "I want to taste you."

She did as he asked, but then lay back and spread her legs wide. All modesty had left her. He had full access to her sex. She was his and just wanted to feel his tongue on her aching clit.

He knelt down and made himself comfortable between her legs. As his head went to her crotch he inhaled deeply, smelling the sexy clean scent of her sex. She was hot and he knew he was going to enjoy this. His tongue touched her near her opening and slid its way up her moist slit to her swollen clitoris. He felt her jump as his tongue ran over her sensitive clitoris.

She knew she was going to love this. His tongue had touched her clit and she had almost come right then. She could feel his delightful tongue working up and down her sex. First it probed at her opening and then it worked its way up her and spent time teasing and pleasing her clit. When she was almost over the edge he would stop and suck on her inner lips, still teasing her, but giving her a chance to calm down. She lay there enjoying this. It was everything she thought it would be. Pam pinched and pulled on her nipples with both hands as Bob worked his magic between her legs. He had brought her almost to the point of coming and then had stopped her several times. He was good at teasing a woman.

Bob had really loved teasing her and not letting Pam come, but he wanted to be inside her so bad he wanted her to come now. He slipped two fingers into her very wet opening and now spent all his time with his tongue rapidly going over her clit. She was moaning louder now and he could tell she was about to come.

Pam couldn't take it any longer. The two fingers going inside her were the last straw. She started coming. "Oh.....oh Bob, I'm....coming. I'm coming! Her body lurched as the orgasm started.

Bob was holding onto her with one hand and moving his fingers in and out of her as her orgasm started. Her legs were pressing against his head now making it difficult for him to keep his tongue in contact with her clit but he managed. She seemed to be having a very intense and long lasting orgasm. He kept his fingers and tongue moving until it was over. Finally he withdrew his fingers and gave her whole bottom one last long lick with his tongue. Her sex juices sure were sweet.

"God that was great!" Pam said as Bob came up from between her legs. "I haven't come like that in a long time."

"Slide up on the bed." he said. "I need to be inside you awful bad right now. By the way, do you have any little stretchy covers for my little friend here?"

"In the night stand drawer." she said. "And thanks for putting one on."

Bob opened the drawer and found her condom supply. He got one and opened the packet and was about to put it on when Pam stopped him.

"Here, I'll do that." she said taking the condom from him. She kissed the end of his cock and then put the condom in place and rolled it down the shaft. "I wish we didn't have to use these," she said, "but....."

"It's okay," he interrupted, "I really can't feel it when I am inside a woman anyway."

"Okay," she said stretching out on the bed, "how do you want to have me?"

"How do I want to have you?"

"Sure, doggie style, me on top, you on top, spoons? You just got me off better than anyone has in one hell of a long time. I want to make you feel that good. What position do you like best?"

"I guess I can be on top, but I don't know how long I will last. You have gotten me so hot and bothered."

"Don't worry, I won't last long either. We have time to do it again and take our time."

Bob got between Pam's legs and buried himself deep inside her. 

She wrapped her legs around him high on his back to make sure he went all the way into her as he started to pump away. Pam couldn't believe how fast her second orgasm was building up. In what seemed like no time she was ready to explode again. "Oh Bob, this feels so good. Fuck me hard Bob, fuck me hard. I'm going to come again. I'm almost there!" She could feel him swelling inside her and knew he was very close too.

He picked up the pace. He buried his face in the side of her neck and slipped a hand under he ass. Her perfume was faint, but very sexy, and she was very wet. They were making wet slapping sounds as their bodies came together. His hand felt her juices at the top of the crack of her ass. He was ready to come. "Oh Pam," he moaned, "I'm coming, I can't wait any longer! I'm coming!" He felt the first load of his come rush up his stiff cock and into her. The first one was followed by what seemed like and endless stream of spurts of come. She was moaning and thrashing below him as she came too.

When it was over, he just lay there on top of her supporting most of his weight on his elbows. The were both breathing hard. Her legs were spread wide and flat out on the bed now as she caressed his back.

"Was that a good one?" she asked as he rolled off. "It sure sounded and felt like it was."

"I haven't had one like that in a long time. Yours?" He grabbed a tissue from her night stand and removed the little rubber stretchy thing.

"Just as good as the first one. We have to do it again before I take you back to the airport." She snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest. Her hand wandered down his body and caressed his now limp cock and then his balls.

They talked for a while. Small talk, just two people very much enjoying being with each other for the afternoon. He had his arm around her and was caressing her back. She continued fondling a part of him that had just made her feel very good.

It wasn't more than about ten minutes before his cock started to show signs of life again. Pam began to stroke it now and watched gradually grow longer and harder. She slid down his body and took the head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head a few times and then took it deep into her mouth. Now she could feel him getting very hard very quickly.

"Time for another one of these little items." Bob said as he reached over to her night stand and got another condom.

Pam took it from him again and slipped in over his now fully erect cock. Then she got on top of him and while he held his cock straight up for her, she sat down on it. She felt it slide all the way into her. When she had lowered herself onto him as much as she could, she could feel the tip of his cock just brush her cervix. Mmm...a perfect fit. she thought. She began to ride him, slowly moving up and down on him and feeling him sliding in and out of her.

Bob just lay there and watched her moving up and down on him. He had his hands on her hips as she moved. It was a very erotic sight watching himself going in and out of her. Her nipples were very hard and her breasts were bouncing a little as she moved.

Pam reached up and began to slowly pinch and pull on her nipples. She was feeling wonderful. She wasn't as desperate to get off this time and was really enjoying the feeling. She could tell by the expression on his face that he was enjoying having her on top and he liked watching her play with her nipples. "Feeling good?" she asked.

"Yea,.......You are so sexy! I just love looking at your naked body and watching you play with your nipples." She just grinned and continued moving up and down on him for another few minutes. Then he said, "How about we try it doggie style some?"

"Okay, I like that too." She got off him and got on all fours next to him and waited for him to get behind her. As he entered her, she put her head and shoulders on the bed and reached back with one hand to caress his balls.

Bob got behind her and slipped himself into her. He held onto her hips as he moved in and out. The sight was wonderful this way too. Her whole ass was sexy. It just had a nice shape to it. He found this angle very erotic when he saw himself going into her and coming back out. Her inviting little crinkled anus was there too. It looked very tempting, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to ask her about going into there the first day he knew her.

As Bob pumped into Pam her whole body moved. Her nipples were just touching the bed and the movement of her body made them brush back and forth on the bed; it felt great! She was slowly building up to another orgasm. She could feel in it coming. Her breathing a little faster and she was moaning a little now. He made her feel so good.

Bob was happy to see that Pam was getting ready to come. He was getting ready to himself. This was going to be another great one. He was careful not to go too deep, but started to pick up the pace and really pound into her hot body. It was very erotic to see her ass ripple as he slammed into her. She was very sexy from every angle and he considered this to be a great view of her.

When Bob had picked up the pace, Pam knew he was getting close. She was just about over the edge herself. She had wanted to hold off until he was ready, but when he started to really pound at her bottom, she couldn't hold off any longer. "Oh God.....Bob, I'm.....coming. I'm coming! Yes!" Another great orgasm started.

Bob heard Pam's orgasm start, her muscles clamped down around his cock and that started his. "Oh Pam, I'm coming too!" He felt the first load of come shoot up his cock and deep into her. He tried to keep pumping in and out of her as he shot load after load of his hot come into her sexy body. He couldn't believe how great this felt and how erotic she looked. This orgasm was so intense that he could only pump a little during the height of it. He hoped it was enough for her.

Pam was coming so hard she thought she was going to pass out from it! She moaned and screamed as she came. When it was over she was breathing hard and could barely talk.

When Bob's orgasm was over and it looked like Pam's was too, he finally withdrew from her and lay on the bed next to her. She was on her back now and breathing hard. He just lay there on his side, admiring her beautiful body and slowly running his hand over her tummy and feeling her soft bush. A little later he looked over at the clock. It was getting late. "I hate to find you, feel you, fuck you, and fly, but I guess we should be getting dressed and out to the airport."

She looked at the clock on the night stand. "Yea, it is getting late." Maybe is was a good thing he did have to go. If he stayed, she would have made love with him all night and walked into the office bow-legged and exhausted in the morning.

They didn't talk much on the way back to the airport. She was going to miss him terribly and he really hated to leave her. It had been a wonderful afternoon that neither would soon forget.

"By the way," she finally got the nerve to ask, "was that woman you were going to meet here today a blond?" She was just dying to know now.

"No, she's a brunette, much like yourself."



Layover



edited by Dick Harding

I'm at the Denver Airport and I'm in between flights. My connecting flight has just been canceled due to bad weather and it looks like I've got at least a 4-hour wait for the next available flight. I wade through the mass of frustrated travelers for to the nearest phone booth to alert my office that I will be delayed. As I'm walking to the phone booth, I notice a strange, yet familiar face...It's YOU! You, the tempting internet paramour I have been casually corresponding with over the past year. What are the chances!? You are travelling on business and are experiencing the same weather delays, and with a mischievous grin I think to myself, 'what a shame'!

I quickly get my wits about me and play it cool as I can, making sure I've caught your eye. You know it's me and you can't believe it either! Appearing composed, you follow me over to the phone booth with a smirk on your face. We enter adjoining booths with nothing but a thin sheet of glass between us. I am facing you as I start to dial my office, with my back toward any voyeuristic passerby. 

I'm wearing a tight-fitting, crisp, white cotton blouse and a short professional skirt, no panties, just garters for my silk stockings. You can see how excited I am to be in your physical presence. I can see your restrained arousal, and I try miserably to keep calm while talking to my office. With each rise of my chest, my nipples brush against the tightness of my blouse and as my breathing becomes heavier, my nipples become noticeably erect.

Immediately after hanging up, as I am contemplating my next move, the phone rings! You are a wily one, aren't you! You've managed to get a peek at the number in my booth and called me up! "So we finally come face to face," you say. I'm taken aback by the mere sound of your low, sexy voice; frozen in delight looking into your piercing eyes. I quickly try to break the spell of your hypnotic gaze and regain control. 

With a daring glance, I slowly graze my nipples with my index finger, languidly tracing circles as my stare melts your will. With each labored breath over the phone I can feel you surrender to me. Seeing you in person, in the state I've longed to see, hard and yielding, gets me dripping wet. I cannot conceal my complete longing for you and I barely retain my composure. 

I watch your eyes trace down length of my skirt and notice just below the hem--my shapely, muscular, thighs and that glistening elixir,which in my excitement is starting to pour down my thighs. I have to keep rubbing my legs together to thwart my wetness from reaching any further. And with that, you make the suggestion my body has been aching for, we start off to find a nearby hotel room.

I start out of the booth before you, walking slowly but surely, to exit the airport. I deliberately drop my bag, bend over before you, revealing my garters and giving you a sneak peek of what I have in store for you. Walking on, you pick up your pace a bit and I stop short. You run into me gently but with enough force so that I feel you--and I FEEL you! I let out a low gasp, but keep it together and continue walking.

Once outside of the terminal I hail a cab. Upping the ante, you casually ask which direction I'm headed. What a coincidence! We seem to be going the same direction and I allow you to share the ride with me, sitting on separate sides of the cab of course. We only have a few minutes until we reach the hotel but I'm finding it nearly impossible to be out of contact with you. 

I slip out of my high heel, slowly inching my way over to your side, and run my foot up your pant leg. You become slightly agitated as I gently trace your leg and I notice you shifting in your seat a bit. I keep doing it, occasionally looking over at you and staring straight into your eyes while casually caressing my nipples. I nonchalantly unbutton my blouse a little more, exposing my bountiful cleavage, I hear you clear your throat and adjust in your seat once more.

After arriving at the hotel, you see to the room while I head off to the lounge. I really need a cocktail at this point, something refreshing to take the edge off, so I sit down at the bar counter. You enter the lounge, quietly sitting down next to me and order a glass of wine. Even though we are under a bit of a time constraint, you begin to strike up banal conversation, pretending like we've never spoken. I reach under the counter and put my hand on your leg and feel you tense up a bit as I continue up your thigh, yet still engaged in the conversation. 

I'm reaching up your inner thigh until I'm almost to your hard-on. I know you are hard because our numerous cyber sessions revealed to me what excites you. And there is no way that you would be immune to my erotic ploys, especially in person. You ask for the bill and quickly pay it, grabbing my hand and whisking me off to the elevator. 

The elevator is full. I'm hoping everyone gets off the elevator, and eventually my wish comes true. I can't stand it any longer! I've got to have my hands on you, I've got to taste your mouth. It's only a short ride, but I am all over you. There is a chance of detection, but you don't seem to mind a bit. 

We reach the room, completely breathless, bags dropped haphazardly, making our way to the bed. I want you BAD! and I passionately push you back on the bed, straddling you, fervently unbuttoning my blouse. I hike my skirt up to reveal garters and you catch a glimpse of my glistening pussy. You can't stand it any longer and pull me closer, your hands wildly caressing my breasts. 

You reach up to pinch my nipples, we both let out a moan and I collapse onto your bare chest for a moment. We start kissing, our tongues probing deeply, frenzied, in and out of each others mouths. I'm grinding my hips against your rock hard dick and you look at me with breathless desperation, wanting to be set free. Because I am so hungry for your cock, I oblige. 

I take off my bra then make my way to your legs, tracing my way down them with my erect nipples, bringing you to the edge of the bed to behold your majestic member. I touch the soft wet tip of your cock with my fingers and look up at you with my hungry eyes. I've GOT to have you in my mouth. I commence licking your shaft with my tongue, exploring every inch until eventually devouring you. 

I'm slowly bringing you in and out of my mouth, staring into your eyes and listening to the rhythm of your breathing. I'm so fucking hot and distracted by my pulsing clit, but I still keep my focus on you. I'm dripping all over, but remain in the moment until I feel you stiffening. I'm stroking your shaft and sucking you off faster and faster until you give me all you've got. Moans escape from your lips, and I drink you down.

I'm on fire, kissing my way back up to your lips, all the while rubbing my insatiable body on yours. Once you've caught your breath you begin to feel your way to my hot, juicy cunt. I'm straddling you and your hands are making their way up my sopping thighs. I tweak my nipples while staring into your eyes and then lower my tits into your mouth. 

In, then back out again, grazing your cheek as they go. I want your hands so bad my hips are arched towards them and you tease me by touching my clit very lightly, then stopping. I'm whimpering, my body aching, wanting to feel your fingers inside of me; clit throbbing and begging for your touch. You start to slide your muscular fingers in to my slippery slit and I let out a breathy "yes" in your ear. 

I can hear your breath in mine and it gets me hotter. In and out slowly...1, 2, then 3 fingers until you are fucking me, really fucking me, and I begin to buck against your hand. You press your thumb against my clit and I'm just saying yes over and over while my legs begin to shake and give way. I lay down, pulling you on to me while you continue fucking me and concentrating on not breaking stride. 

Having better leverage you really go at me, harder and harder like a jackhammer, as I grab tightly on to your arm. I gasp and quiver, squirting all over your hand, caressing your arm to give thanks for all that I've received. You bend down to kiss me, collapsing on me. We lay intertwined, catching our breath and reveling in this amazing chance encounter. 



Layover



They had been looking for her. Well not exactly her but some descendants of her Grandmother's family. It was romantic in a way. During the First World War a man and a woman fell in love. The man was Canadian and far from home defending the boarder of a country he had barely knew existed before being sent to the front lines. The woman was Danish and had seen not only the blood of her family spilled, but that of her countrymen as well. There had been enough blood spilled to fill a lifetime and then some.

He had tried to protect her and had been wounded in the skirmish, in thanks she had hid him from the enemy and nursed him back to health. They fell in love and from that love a child was born never know his father. Only a month before his birth, during an air raid his father had died.

The father was Brianna's great uncle. His son carried on his name, as did his children and theirs. At the passing of their beloved great grandmother they realized that there was a family out there that needed to be united. And so the search had begun...

She had flown to Denmark to spend Christmas with them. Despite the language barrier it had been wonderful. She had seen several pictures of her great uncle; she had copies to pass on to her relatives in Canada. It was the first Christmas in a long time that had been filled with only laughter and warmth, the spirit of good will and peace.

Her lips curved up slightly at the memories while she watched the goings on of the airport. This is how he found her. She looked content and possibly sad, it was hard to tell. He slowly scanned her face, his eyes momentarily settled on the hint of cleavage showing at the V of her sweater before he took his seat. 

She turned and smiled at him in greeting, nothing more then good manners but it gave him a chance to study her eyes. Were they blue or gray? Perhaps there was a hint of green or turquoise; it was hard to tell in the dim lighting in the plane cabin. 

Finn leaned forward to stow his briefcase under the seat. Her scent was intoxicating, something light and fresh. It was very subtle; she didn't bath in it like some women he knew which only made him want to be closer to her. He wondered if her hair smelt the same, or that tender spot behind her knee which he accidentally grazed as he came up.

He apologized and began to ask her the monotonous questions one asks when flying. Was the trip work or pleasure? Where are you going? Have you been here before? Every question was answered in a cool and polite manner. She didn't return many of the questions or ask anything else. Finn could tell it was going to be a long flight. Her scent was already making his loins tingle.

The flight was supposed to be a non-stop to New York but after only a few hours the passengers were awoken from there semi sleep to be told that there was a problem with the plane and that they would be landing in Iceland for repairs. They arrived at the gate for what was hopefully only a short stop but luck was not on their side. The plane was grounded and its passengers stranded until the morning.

Finn was treated to a nice view of Bri's jean clad bottom as he followed her and the others to the flight desk. They had been seated near the back of the plane and were the last two off. They were told that there were no flights leaving until late the next afternoon. 

Being the last off the plane had its ups and downs depending on how you looked at it. The only hotel by the airport was booked solid because of bad weather in several other regions, shutting down airports and redirecting planes to this one. Because they were the last off the plane they were the last to get rooms. There was only one left however, causing a slight problem.

Brianna didn't know what else to do. She knew she couldn't spend the night in the terminal, she had to sleep and her back wouldn't be able to take a night on a bench. Finn did the only thing he could think of.

"Why don't you share a room with me? I'm sure there will be lots of room and I'm a gentleman, nothing to worry about." He watched her face as she ran through all her options before nodding in agreement.

"Thanks." She murmured. She couldn't help but feel nervous and apprehensive. He was a stranger, all be it a very handsome sexy stranger. And she definitely couldn't knock the accent. What was it about men with accents? Were they all sexy? She let the bellhop take her overnight bag at Finn's request. Finn's hand was warm on the small of her back when he directed her to the hotel's dining room.

"Let us get something to eat." He said. It seemed that the other passengers had the same idea. The dining room was very crowded and loud. Brianna didn't really want to be alone with Finn but she also didn't want to be in that room. Why did Europeans have to smoke so much? She was sure you could cut the smoke with a knife it was so thick.

"Ah, you know what? I think we should just grab something from room service. I'm not really in the mood for a crowded restaurant. Ok?" her smile was radiant when he agreed. 

It turned out that the room wasn't just a room but a suite, complete with its own dining area and a love seat. But before her nerves could settle she looked into the sleeping area and saw that there was only a king size bed instead of the customary two beds. What now?

"Listen, if you like I'll sleep on the floor out here. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He wasn't looking forward to it, but he couldn't stand to see the look of apprehension that had come into her eyes at the sight of the bed.

You're a grown woman. Don't be such a baby, she thought. "No. That's ok." She turned to face him; he really was handsome. "We are both adults. And I'm sure we are both capable of spending a night in the same bed. Can you order me a cheeseburger and whatever on the side? I'm going to take advantage of that huge tub in the bathroom." She grabbed her carry on and barricaded herself behind the bathroom door.

Finn placed the order, and for good measure he ordered a bottle of wine in the hopes of soothing Brianna's nerves enough to let her sleep. He could hear the tub filling with water. He wondered what he would find if he opened the door. Would she have used bubble bath? Would there be any windows in the blanket of suds for him to catch a glimpse at her lush body? Would the water cover her to her neck or just the tops of her lovely breasts? 

His body responded instantly, becoming more sensitive and hard. His heart rate went up another notch when he heard her moving around in the water. Was she washing some intimate spot on her body? He wondered if her skin was soft and creamy everywhere, he wondered if she had pinned her hair up off her slender neck or if her honey blonde hair was damp and curling around her pretty face.

Finn gave himself a mental shake. His pants had become rather uncomfortable and he ached for release. He realized he didn't just want an easy release; he wanted to be buried deep in her body. He wanted to make her want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted to hear her soft voice call out his name when he brought her to that sweet deliverance. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone rang, back to business it seemed.

Brianna heard the soft ring of a phone and was thankful that it wasn't hers. She didn't need the hassle of trying to explain her bunk arrangements to her friends. She could just hear them now. Is he good looking? Does he seem like a nice guy? Are you hoping that he'll try something? Despite the fact that it was all very juvenile she laughed. Leave it to her friends to cheer her up no matter where she was.

She lay back in the tub and closed her eyes. She could hear Finn's voice as he talked on the phone. He was speaking in his language, it like the accent was charming and soothing. He really was handsome; she couldn't help but wonder what his body looked like beneath that suit. There had been moments when she'd had to stop herself from straightening his tie, which would have been an interesting task since he towered over her.

Her feet were beginning to look like prunes, it was time to get out and face him. She patted all the water off her skin and used the towel to partially dry her hair before pinning it up. She always packed her carry on with everything she would need for a night just in case such an occasion arrived. She creamed her skin with moisturizer and brushed her teeth before slipping into her pajamas. Since she would need her toiletries in the morning she decided to leave them and a few other things on the vanity. Hopefully Finn wouldn't mind.

She heard a soft knock signal that their dinner had arrived. She folded her arms over her breasts and leaned against the doorway to the living area to watch the set up. Her eyes skimmed over Finn; she noticed that he had removed his jacket and tie, his sleeves were rolled up and he'd unbuttoned the top two buttons. His skin was golden beneath the white dress shirt; she imagined that he spent a lot of time outside. Her mouth began to water when she wondered if the rest of him was just as gold.

She cleared her throat to let Finn know that she was in the room. When his gaze fell on her his heart stopped. She was wearing a simple black cotton tank and black drawstring yoga pants that rode low on her hips. Soft tendrils of hair curled at her temples and the nape of her neck. Her skin was pink from her hot bath and her eyes looked lazy and seductive. Her lips were soft, moist and very kissable. Finn's heart was in his throat. He wondered if falling in love was supposed to feel like this.

Brianna watched him tip the waiter. His movements were so graceful and smooth. "It smells wonderful." She commented before sauntering to the table.

"We got a complimentary bottle of wine out of this whole mess too." He came up behind her and pulled out her chair to seat her. He leaned forward just a bit, his lips so very close to her hair. It smelled like lavender and something else... roses perhaps. He stole another look at her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were firm and the perfect size. 

"Thank you." She had felt his breath on her hair. She had felt his eyes on her body; still felt them as he poured her a glass of wine. She lifted her glass of wine in a toast when he took his seat. "Well... here's to an eventful day, Salute." Their glasses clinked.

Dinner was wonderful, the conversation was good and they were both kept amused by the others casual looks. Brianna was leaning back in her chair swirling her wine in the glass. Finn was watching her toes, she had them painted a bright purple and was wearing a silver ring on one of them. He was in the middle of picturing them in his hands when the power went out.

"They would have a back up generator wouldn't they?" Finn could hear the apprehension in Bri's voice.

"Not necessarily. I'll see if I can find the phone and call down to the front desk. Maybe it's just this room." He cursed when he stubbed his toe on the desk. After a brief conversation with the front desk he made his way back to the table. Brianna heard him coming but she still jumped when his hand brushed her shoulder.

They don't have a back up power source. They told me that the heat won't last and where to find extra blankets." His hand trailed down her arm and linked loosely with her fingers before drawing her to her feet. " I suggest we try to get some sleep."

Brianna slid between the cool sheets and tried to stay as far away from the middle of the bed. She felt the bed sink under Finn's weight when he came back from the bathroom. He had only had a brief case with him. She wondered if he was wearing briefs or boxers. Get your mind out of the gutter, she thought. They murmured their goodnights and went to sleep.

Brianna slept fitfully. She had woken up freezing and decided to make the treacherous journey to the closet to get another blanket. Finn could practically hear her teeth chattering. 

"You'd think you Canadians could handle a little bit of cold." He remarked.

"Yeah well this Canadian has always been easily chilled." She shivered when she climbed back under the covers. "My feet are usually the first to go and once they do its impossible to stay warm." She rolled over onto her side to look at him. A beam of light from the crack in the curtains fell across his shoulder. He was looking at her too, she was certain of it.

"Give me your feet." She reluctantly did as he asked. She hissed when his warm hands closed over them. "They are like ice. Why didn't you say something before?"

"I didn't want to wake you." Was that her voice? It sounded so husky.

"I never sleep well when I'm in a hotel. Come here." His arm snaked between the sheets and closed around her waist to pull her against him. She gasped but didn't object. She rolled over on her other side putting her back to him; he curved his body around hers and nestled her bottom against his groin.

He had to stifle a groan. If he just shifted his hand a few inches he could cup her breast. She had taken down her hair before bed; the scent was even stronger then before. He felt he was drowning in it.

"You're hair smells so wonderful. It's a different scent." He commented. 

She sighed. The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath on her skin were giving her butterflies. When she unconsciously nestled her bottom against his groin she felt his hardened sex pressing against her. The liquid pull of arousal began to warm her blood. Her breasts became firmer and her nipples hard; she arched her back and moved against Finn. The invitation was subtle but not missed.

Finn's hand splayed over her stomach to pull her bottom against him. His lips brushed over the nape of her neck. A soft moan trapped in her throat and her skin pebbled with gooseflesh. She gasped when his warm fingers slid under her top to cup her breast; she reached behind to fist her hand in his hair when his thumb skimmed over a nipple before gently squeezing it. 

Brianna wriggled in his arms to lie on her back. Their eyes met and held as their mouths tentatively met for the first time. The kiss was feather soft; his lips were warm and firm, her eyes drifted semi closed when his tongue traced the outline of her lips before he deepened the kiss. 

Finn slowly explored her mouth, drinking in the flavors, savoring the different textures. He groaned when her tongue sought out his, shy at first but as she began to become more comfortable she returned his kiss with full measure. His body trembled with the need to have her, to make her his but he held onto the threads of control. He wanted this to be drawn out; he wanted her to be limp from pleasure before he took her.

Her breathing was ragged, her heart out of control, her body running on instinct. Her hands left his hair to travel over him. She slowly felt every muscle, reveled in the feeling of them bunching under her touch. His skin was so warm and smooth; she desperately wanted to feel him against her with out the cotton barrier. He must have sensed her needs because he broke the kiss and worked his mouth down her neck and over her chest before lifting her top over her head.

He looked down at the milky white skin, the firm globes with rose crests stood proudly to tempt him. When she reached up to pull him back to her he caught her wrists and placed her hands over her head. 

"Don't move," he commanded before leaving the bed to open the drapes and bath her in moonlight. He looks like a Greek statue, was all she could think. He was completely naked, his sex stood prominently against the flat of his belly. Her mouth began to water at the thought of having him, of bathing him with her tongue and taking him inside her.

"My god you are exquisite. I want to see all of you this way." He pulled down the quilt and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her bottoms and slowly slid them over her hips. He revealed a tuft of curls, he could smell her scent and he wanted nothing more then to taste her. He kissed the arches of her feet before he finished his task.

"Roll onto you stomach." 

"Finn..." her voice was thick with arousal, she wanted him now but did as he asked.

She felt his hands kneed the muscles of her shoulders, his cock brushed over the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted her hips to encourage him to move lower and take her and heard his breath catch from the contact. His lips began a moist trail down her back, he hands were squeezing her bottom and he put his knee between her legs to open them. He could see her toes curling as his mouth neared her ass.

He took his time before he spread her firm globes. She jumped and moaned when the tip of his tongue touched the bud of her anus. He slowly circled around it, increasing the pressure ever so slightly until it penetrated her tight hole. He made love to her with his tongue for what seemed like hours. She was soaking wet when he turned her onto her back and covered her with his mouth.

His fingers worked into her and pressed gently on her g-spot to stroke her fires higher. His other hand slid between the cheeks of her ass until his fingers pressed against her anus. He slowly worked a finger inside of her and shuttered when the muscles gripped him. 

He could hear her panting and calling out to him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. His fingers worked her as his tongue flicked over her clitoris, sucking and nibbling on it as he drank in her flavor. Her fingers fisted in his hair and she called out as she tumbled over the edge. Her body pulsed around his fingers as she went limp on the bed.

"Oh god, Finn..." she whispered. She pulled him up to her and kissed him, tasting her on his lips. Her hands trailed over his flesh until she felt the thick hair around his sex, she slowed her movements and moved lower to cup him. Her hand skimmed up over his hard shaft before closing her hand around him. She could feel him pulsing; his heart beat rapid from his arousal. She desperately wanted to feel him deep in her...

Finn caressed and squeezed her breasts until he felt his tip touch against her wet core. He shuddered when she arched up to take it inside her, his hand fisted in her hair as he inched his way into her tight hole. He could feel her gripping his shaft, sucking him in deeper to oblivion. 

Her nails lightly dug into his back and shoulders as he slowly took her. Her breathing was shallow and she was licking and kissing his neck. He groaned when he filled her to the hilt; he slowly eased out of her until his head was nestled at her lips before he drove into her again.

He kept his pace slow at first despite her hips urging him to move faster and harder. He made love to her mouth, his tongue matching the movements of his hips. Her soft body moved in time with his, matching him stroke for stroke, urging him to take his pleasure.

He felt it begin from deep inside him, he desperately wanted to hold off and continue the torture longer but Brianna sensed that he was close and wouldn't let him stop. She whispered naughty commands to him, telling him how much she wanted him to come. His control snapped when she lightly bit his neck, his hips piston harder and faster. Her name was on his lips when he finally came hard, taking that final stroke before spilling into her. 

He was vaguely aware of her quivering around him, milking him as she came again. He collapsed on her until he could catch his breath, her hands were soothing him and her lips were leaving a trail of feather kisses on his shoulder. 

"I must be crushing you..." he murmured before reaching under her to cup her bottom and roll onto his side, taking her with him without leaving her.

She sighed in contentment. "I don't mind. You're amazing." He brushed a few strands of hair off her face and looked at her features. She had incredibly long eyelashes.




Layover



"You make me amazing." He commented before looking up to the window. It was snowing heavily. "I have a feeling that we aren't going to be able to leave tomorrow."

Her chuckle was soft and sexy. "Is that so..." she followed him as she moved him on his back, the feel of her inner walls squeezing around him from the movement was starting to make him hard again. She rose above him, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips when he began to get harder still. "I think we can find something to keep us amused."

God he loved this woman...



Layover



Lisa and Steve made their way to the airport, excited that they were going to be meeting up with a friend they had been talking with online for the last few weeks. His layover was only an hour, but they figured that if they pushed it, this meant the three of them could spend about 30 minutes together. And they planned to use this time as best they could. 

Steve was driving and couldn't help but be turned on at the moment. His wife, Lisa, was dressed to kill. She had on a tight black top, a black half-cup bra that lewdly exposed her tits, and matching crotchless panties under a tight mini skirt. To say that she was dressed for the occasion was a slight understatement. 

Steve pulled up and they both started looking for Mike outside his supposed gate. They hadn't met before, but had been trading pictures back and forth, so they knew what he looked like. Suddenly, Lisa opened the door and hurriedly got out. She smiled as she ran towards their friend, throwing her arms around him, and giving him a passionate kiss. Steve watched still from the car, his erection dying to get out of his pants. 

"So good to meet you!" Lisa said as they broke their kiss.

"Likewise." Mike said, beaming back. "You look fantastic – better than your pictures!"

Lisa blushed. "That's our car." Lisa said, motioning to Steve still sitting in the driver's seat. "Let's go!" 

Mike and Lisa made their way back, Mike putting his luggage in the trunk before the two of them getting in the back seat together. Mike reached forward and shook Steve's hand. 

"Good to meet you Mike." Steve said, shaking his hand firmly. 

"Same here…feel like I already know you guys pretty well" Mike said, smiling at the both of them.

"I have a surprise for you." Lisa said, a sexy smile forming on her face.

"Yeah?" replied Mike. "And what would that be?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself…but I'll tell you that it's under my skirt." She said. 

Mike smiled at Lisa, and then looked at Steve who was pulling away from the terminal and entering a parking garage. Steve made eye contact through the rear view mirror and nodded his approval. 

Mike reached over and rubbed his hand up and down Lisa's exposed thigh. She slid his hand under her dress and immediately felt her crotchless panties doing little to conceal her dripping wet pussy.

"God damn!" Mike said, his fingers gently slipping between Lisa's wet pussy lips. "You're soaking wet!"

Lisa just smiled. "Well, couldn't help thinking about what we're about to do on the ride here." 

Mike looked back up towards the front seat and saw Steve's eyes focused on the rear view mirror. He had tilted it down and Mike was sure that it was focused on his fingers pumping in and out of Lisa. 

"I'm not really sure how to start all this…I think this will be the first time I actually play with anyone during a layover." Mike said, smiling and continuing to work his fingers in and out of Lisa. She was now leaning back, her eyes closed as she enjoyed Mike's talented fingers working her over. 

Steve finally pulled into a remote parking spot in the back of a nearly deserted floor and turned around to watch them. "This is a first for us as well. But something we've wanted to try for a while." He said.

"You sure you don't want to come back here and join me?" Mike asked Steve, who was now staring at the two of them over the raised arm rest.

"It's fine. I've been dying to watch you enjoy her." He said smiling. 

Mike needed no further encouragement. He leaned over to Lisa and kissed her deeply, his fingers still pumping gently in and out of her wet pussy. She responded by wrapping her hands around his head and kissing him back passionately. They made out for a minute or so before Lisa released from the kiss, and reached down to Mike's lap. She rubbed what she knew was a very nice sized cock, feeling that it had become incredibly hard from their playing.

Mike continued working his fingers in her sweet pussy as Lisa slipped down the zipper of his pants and pulled out his cock. She leaned over, forcing Mike's fingers out of her, and slipped his cock into her mouth. Hungrily, Lisa bobbed her head up and down Mike's throbbing tool, giving him an incredible blow job. Mike leaned back a bit, his attention drawn to the motion of Steve's hand in the front seat, excitedly jerking himself off while he watched his wife going down on Mike's big cock. Mike smiled, happy to show off like this and really loving the feeling of Lisa's hot mouth working on him. 

Right before he was about to cum, Lisa finally came up for air. "I want you in me!" she said to Mike, her eyes glazed over with lust. She then got up as best she could in the back seat and straddled Mike's lap, facing him. She reached down between her legs and gripped his extremely wet stick and guided it up to her waiting pussy. Lisa placed it between her lips and slowly started lowering herself down his impressive tool. 

Mike moaned as he felt his cock slipping slowly into her. He pushed up her shirt, and started playing with her exposed tits. He felt her finally resting on his lap, his cock completely buried inside her. She looked at him for a second and then kissed him deeply. While they made out, she started lifting and lowering herself on his tool. He felt his orgasm building. Mike broke from their kiss and warned her "I'm going to cum if you keep fucking me like this." 

This only seemed to encourage Lisa. She started slamming herself harder and faster up and down Mike. She forced their mouths together, devouring his lips and tongue as she bounced up and down his cock. 

"I'm cumming!" Mike moaned into their kiss. Lisa kept right on fucking. He exploded in ecstasy. 

Lisa felt his orgasm deep inside her, which triggered her own. She started to cum, and cum hard. She kept forcing herself up and down his pulsing cock, feeling the combination of their juices lubing her up more and more. Eventually she felt his cock stop pulsing, and start to go soft inside her. She pulled off him, pivoting on her right knee and sitting down beside him with her legs spread lewdly. Lisa started rubbing her fingers around her cum-filled pussy, driving them deep insider herself, and pulling them out, covered in Mike's cum.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned as she played with herself.

"God damn that was hot!" Steve said from the front seat. "Next time you're in for a layover, let's make it a few hours." He said smiling, and turned around, starting the car. 

Lisa kept playing with herself until they exited the garage, and then she simply closed her legs and pulled her shirt down. Mike had put his cock back in his pants, where a noticeable wet spot had developed. They pulled back up to the gate and both he and Steve got out of the car. 

"God damn you have a hot wife!" Mike said as they met at the trunk, pulling the luggage out of the back.

"Thanks." Steve said with a smile. "Next time, we get to play longer!" They then shook hands and parted. Steve got back in the car and looked at his wife in the mirror. 

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." He said to his wife as she absent mindedly rubbed herself. She just smiled back at him and brought herself to another intense orgasm on the way home. 

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This is my first time trying to write a story like this...please send any comments/e-mails.



Layover



I have been a pilot for North Pacific Airlines for over ten years now. For the first eight years my private life was nobody's business, but then I came out of the closet. Or rather, I was forced out of the closet, much to my discomfort. 

It had been on a flight to Seattle. We were laying over and flying back to Chicago the next morning. I was rooming with my co-pilot, Kevin Sully, in the Belford Hotel. The flight crew took the bus into town and Kevin and I checked into our room, while the flight attendants checked into theirs. 

It was a small room with twin beds, but adequate for the two of us. North Pacific doesn't put the staff up in luxury hotels. We all met down in the dining room and had dinner, and if it had been late at night as usual, I would have gone right up to bed after dinner, but it was very early and I had the whole night ahead of me, and to tell the truth, I was feeling a little horny. 

I knew there was this boy bar across town, and I really wanted to go and see what I could pick up, and maybe stick my dick into. I told Kevin I was going to go out and have a few drinks, did he mind? And he said 'no' so I went. I knew he would go right upstairs. He had just recently married a scarce month before the stork arrived, and I knew that he would just go up to his room, and would not want to accompany me, thinking that I would be going out to pick up some girl to lay. He would not want to commit adultery, I was sure.

I hailed a taxi and took it across town to the Silver Buckle, which I had noticed on several previous trips, but had not had the chance or the nerve to go into. Plus, I usually land late and have to fly out early, so I don't get much chance to fool around. But now I had that chance. I got out of the cab in front of the Silver Buckle and paid the driver. I looked up and down the street for a few minutes before going in. The street was pretty empty except that I saw a few guys going into the establishment across the street, the Precious Pussycat. I could tell from the signs out front that it was an adult establishment that offered adult entertainment, such as girly lap dancing. Not my thing.

I went into the Silver Buckle and went up to the bar. I was wearing a gray wool sweater over a tee shirt, and a pair of gray slacks. I had taken off my flight uniform, the one with my nametag on it. You can't be too careful. I ordered a beer and soon got into a conversation with a friendly young Seattle man who was standing next to me at the bar. We hit it off really well, and it didn't take me long to decide I wanted to fuck him, and I hoped he wanted me to fuck him. 

He said his name was Terrence Grant and he worked in advertising. I asked him if he lived in town, and he said 'yes,' which was good, and then I asked him did he live alone, and he said 'yes' which was also good, and I kept hinting that he should invite me over to his place for a drink, and maybe a little something more. "I don't live in town," I told him. "I'm only here overnight and sharing a hotel room with another guy, so I can't invite you back to my place."

"Usually I don't like to take people home," he said, "but you seem to be an all right guy, I hope, so I guess, yeah, I guess we could go up to my apartment and have a drink."

"Great," I said. It had only taken me three hours to get to this point, and I didn't have all night. I had to fly out in the morning, and I did have to get back to the hotel and get some shut-eye. But I really did want to fool around a little first.

Terrence and I walked to the door, and I don't usually do this, but I was feeling so horny, and he was so cute, and I just wanted to grab him and kiss him and start getting into the mood, so when we got out on the street, I turned to him and pulled him against me, and started to kiss him. The street was empty, so it was okay. 

He started kissing me back, and it was like we didn't want to let go of each other. I was rubbing my hands all over his cute round behind, and he was kind of feeling my prick through my pants. Good. It was settled. I would be the one to fuck him. 

Suddenly someone screamed at me from across the street "Hilton, you fucking faggot." It was my co-pilot, Kevin Sully, coming out of the Precious Pussycat with some blonde bimbo on his arm. Oh, my god! I froze mouth to mouth with Terrence. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. On the other hand, here he was a newly married man with this blonde babe, obviously going to commit adultery, which is breaking a commandment. 'Thou shalt not be a faggot' is not a commandment, so who was he to cast stones? 

"You fucking faggot. Do not come back to that hotel room tonight. I am not going to hole up in the same room as some queer. Keep out of my way," he expounded, and since he was bigger than me, and I didn't want to have a big scene in the hotel, I decided that I would spend the night with Terrence.

"You don't mind if I stay here all night, do you?" I asked Terrence when we got up to his apartment.

"No. No. That's great. Stay here," he told me. 

We didn't have any drinks, even though we were supposed to have been going to his place for a drink. We went right into the bedroom and we both got undressed. He was a neat little package. White skin, with rosy cheeks, and even his asscheeks were rosy. And he had a beautiful ass, I couldn't wait to get my cock in there. The two of us fell on the bed, and started kissing. We sort of picked up where we had left off in the street, when we had been so rudely interrupted. Terrence was a great kisser, and I was getting so turned on. My dick was so hard, it was almost hurting me. 

"Suck my dick," I told him, and he immediately complied. I lay there on the pillow while he knelt over my crotch and took my pecker into his mouth. I just relaxed and let him do his work, though I knew I didn't want to come in his mouth. I was saving that for his beautiful ass. But it was all just a little bit spoiled by what had just happened in the street. I mean, I was really disturbed. I kept thinking about it and remembering it, and wondering what was going to happen, because I knew Kevin was going to tell everybody that I was queer, and this was so fucking upsetting that I almost lost my hard-on, but Terrence just wouldn't let me go down. He really loved sucking dick. 

Finally, I eased him over on his stomach, and laid him flat, and stuck my dick between his beautiful rosy cheeks, and I felt it slowly sliding into him. He had certainly been well-fucked before, and it felt so great. That body heat surrounding my stiff dick. Nothing like it. So great. I fucked him so slowly, hardly even moving. It felt so great, I wanted it to last the whole fucking night. We just kept up a nice slow fuck for almost an hour, and then I felt I couldn't hold it off any longer, and I shot my cum out into his rosy ass. He turned his face to the side, and we kissed, and then we both fell asleep, with my dick still inside his butt.

The next morning, I kissed Terrence goodbye, and said I hoped we would meet up again soon, and he said he hoped so too, and then I took a cab back to the hotel to pick up my uniform and the rest of my gear. Thank heaven that Kevin was not in the room.

I took a cab out to the airport and boarded the plane. The rest of the crew was already on board. Madge and Penelope, the two front flight attendants turned their faces away when I came on board, so I knew that Kevin had opened his big mouth. Fucking bastard. I took my seat in the cockpit, and he was sitting next to me, and all the while I was checking the instruments and getting ready for take- off he kept saying things like "Fucking faggot," and "pervert," and "disgusting queer bastard," and other nice things.

He told management that I was a queer and that he never wanted to be put on a flight with me again, because he wouldn't bed down next to a fucking queer. Management was very nice about the whole thing. After all, North Pacific Airlines does offer domestic partner benefits, so they're not entirely intolerant. Still, not having a domestic partner and the need to avail myself of those benefits, I had been entirely happy keeping my private sexual proclivities to myself. 

So, I kept my job and everything was just the same as it was before, except now I never flew with Kevin Sully as my co-pilot, and also I was 'out'. Every one knew all about my sexual orientation. Well, okay. It was kind of a relief not to have pretend all the time that I had all these phantom girlfriends and was a big ass man. Well, I was a big ass man. Just not a woman's ass.

And for a long time I never had any trouble. My co-pilot/roommates were perfect gentlemen and never mentioned the subject. Of course, they were careful to undress in the bathroom, but I completely understood. 

But one day, I was piloting this flight to Cincinnati, I had been supposed to fly with one of my regular co-pilots, Gilbert Rand, but he suddenly came down with the flu, and they assigned me a new co-pilot, with whom I had never flown before. 

"Hi, I'm Cal Sutton," he said as he came into the cockpit, his right hand outstretched. We shook hands. He had quite a grip.

"Hilton Rogers," I told him.

"I know. Great to meet you," he said, and he flashed a big smile displaying an even row of very white perfectly-formed teeth. He was a good-looking guy all right. Tall, muscular, dark, with thick black hair. But he was my co-pilot and not a possible sex partner. And also, I noticed this big gold wedding band on his left hand.

I started my instrument check, and Cal just kept chatting away. He was distracting me. I was trying to ensure the safety of my 173 passengers, and he's sitting there telling me all about his beautiful sexy wife, Joyce, and his two adorable children, Jacob and Franz, 7 and 5, whose pictures he just happened to have right there in his wallet, which he whipped out to show me. Pretty wife. Cute kids. I went back to my duties. He continued to rhapsodize about his family life, and the barbecue they had had last Sunday, after which the kids went home with their grandparents, and he and Joyce got it on really hot and heavy. And that Joyce was just a firecracker. So good in bed. He was such a lucky guy. And on. And on. And on. I had to listen to this throughout the whole trip. I wondered if he had heard about me, and wanted to establish the fact early on that he was extremely heterosexual and attached.

We landed in Cincinnati at ten p.m. and the whole crew took a minibus over to the Airport Harley Hotel, where we were to sleep. There were four flight attendants, and Ellen and Daisy got to room together, as did Harriet and Carla. I had Cal.

We got up to the room.

"I'm bushed," I told him. "I'm gonna sack out right now."

"Me too," he said.

I took off all my clothes except my jockey shorts, because I slept in those, and I climbed into the bed near the window. He took off everything, even his boxers, and then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, after which he came out and stood in front of the night table between the two beds, reading the breakfast menu, and other literature. His cock and balls were literally six inches from my face. Obviously he wasn't aware that I was the company faggot. He even reached down and started scratching his balls, "Got a little itch," he explained, but I could almost swear he was getting a little bit of a hard-on. I couldn't watch all this and keep my composure, so I turned on my side to face the window and closed my eyes.

"Turn out the light when you're finished reading," I told him.

"Sure thing," he said. And after a few minutes, I heard a click, and I could tell that the room was dark, and I heard him climbing into his own bed, the one nearest the door. 

I was just on the verge of falling asleep when he spoke.

"So what's it like?"

"What's what like?" I asked.

"You know. Having sex with another guy."

How was I supposed to answer that question. What a stupid question. 

"I like it," I told him.

"I bet it's really hot."

"I guess so," I told him.

"I often wondered what it would be like, you know, to suck another guy's cock."

"I think we should get some sleep," I told him. I really didn't want to pursue this any further. But he continued.

"I bet it's really hot. You know. To have another guy's stiff dick in your mouth. I always wondered what it would be like. Maybe someday, I'd like to try it.'

"If that's what you want," I told him, trying to end the conversation.

"Do you like getting your cock sucked?"

"Of course," I said impatiently. He was just not going to let up. Was he trying to torture me? "Who doesn't like to get his cock sucked?" I asked him.

"That's right. Nobody. That's who."

"Right," I said. "It's getting really late. We have to fly back to Chicago in the morning."

"I know. I know," he said. "It just seems like such a great opportunity."

I didn't say anything, so he just kept on.

"I know you really like to get your dick sucked, and I was just thinking that maybe I could do something for you."

"Like what?" I asked, knowing very well where this was going.

"Whatever you want," he told me. "I'd be willing to do whatever you want. Like if you wanted me to suck your cock, I would do it for you. I know I'm just a stupid inexperienced straight man, but I wouldn't mind trying it to help you out, if you really want to get your cock sucked."

The cock he was referring to was getting harder and harder, but I tried desperately to head off an uncomfortable situation. "No. That's very sweet of you," I told him, "And I appreciate your offer, but I think we should turn in."

And then I heard his bed creak, and I knew he had stood up and was standing right behind my back with his big prick dangling, or maybe it wasn't dangling now. I was not going to look. But then I felt him sitting on the edge of my bed, and I felt his hand reach under the blanket and touch my back. It kind of gently moved down and brushed my asscheeks, and at that point I turned and was lying flat on my back, and his large hand reached into my jockeys, and closed around my considerably large erection. It was inevitable.

"You got a big cock," he told me, appreciatively.

"Yeah," I said. "I know."

"Man. That's some big motherfucker. I wonder if I could even get my mouth around that thing." 

I didn't answer him. I just lay there helplessly as he stroked and stroked my dick. Then he kind of moved down on the bed and threw the blankets down on the floor. Then I felt him tugging at my jockeys. I raised my ass off the mattress so that he could get them off. I felt his five o'clock stubble brushing against the sensitive head of my penis, and it was not entirely unpleasant. He was rubbing my cock up and down his cheek. Up and down. Up and down. 

"I wonder if I could even get my mouth around this big motherfucker," he wondered, and with that I felt the warmth of his mouth encircle my 'big motherfucker.' 

He started to lick and suck and savor it, and he was making little happy mewling noises the whole time. 

"Oh. This is so great. This is so great. I love it. I never knew cocksucking could be so great. I'm in love with your dick, man. Do you mind?"

"I don't mind," I assured him, after which he continued to slurp and slobber. Man. He really did love to suck dick. He then started to explore my balls, and lavished a great deal of affection on each of them, and he licked the inside of my thighs from my kneecaps all the way up into my pubic area, which tickled, but felt really good. And now he was going back to my dick and sucking it for all he was worth, and I was starting to feel like he was going to make me come, and my hips started bucking up toward his face, which made him suck all the harder, and then I felt the bed rocking a little, and I knew that he was jerking himself as he was sucking me, and we were both making crazy moaning noises. And then it happened. I blasted. Right into his mouth. And he gobbled it. He gobbled it and swallowed it, and almost screamed, because at that very moment, I knew that he also was shooting off his load.

"That was great," he told me. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," I told him. "It was really great. But we'd really better turn in now." Regretfully he released my softening penis, and crossed over to his own bed. I had to get up and pick my blankets up from the floor and tuck them in, after which I got into bed and closed my eyes. I don't know how long I had been sleeping, but it was still dark out, so it certainly wasn't morning when I heard him.

"Are you awake?" he asked me.

"I was sleeping," I told him. "You woke me. What do you want?"

"I was just thinking how great that was. You know. Me sucking your cock and all that. It felt really good. Right?"

"Yes," I told him.

"Just thinking about it is giving me another hard-on. Are you getting another hard-on?" And when he asked me that, I started to get another hard-on.

"A little," I told him.

"Great," he said. "Let's do it again."

"What?" I asked.

"I'll suck you off again. I wouldn't mind. Swear to god." And suddenly he was over by my bed and the blankets were back on the floor and he had hold of my cock again. He really gave the best head I think I have ever had, so it would have been stupid not to take advantage of this opportunity. I just let him suckle on me for ever so long. Finally I shot off a second load, and so did he.

"We have to get up early," I told him.

"I know. I know," he said.

I remade my bed and fell back to sleep. I mean now I was really tired. And then again.

"Are you awake?"

"No. I'm sleeping," I told him. "Go to sleep."

"Just one more time," he said. "Wouldn't you like just one more blowjob before morning? Tell the truth."

"The truth is that I'm really very, very tired. No I do not want another blow job. Go to sleep. Please." He didn't answer me, so I just lay there waiting for what would happen next, but pretty soon I could hear very heavy even breathing and I knew that he was finally asleep. Good. Unfortunately, I was so agitated by this whole situation at this point that I never closed my eyes again. I was really tired, flying back to Chicago. Not good.

And the whole trip back he never shut his mouth. About Joyce, and what a great fuck she was, and how her pussy was so tight around his dick, even after the two kids. And not a word about that he had sucked my cock twice and begged to do it a third time, the night before. Life is strange.

My regular co-pilot, Gilbert Rand, recovered from the flu, and I flew with him as well as with other co-pilots during the next several months. I didn't see Cal again until the day I was supposed to have a vacation day, but one of the other pilots, Reggie Nichols, had an attack of appendicitis and had to be rushed to the hospital, and North Pacific called me, and asked me to take over his flight to Toronto. They asked me, but they were really telling me. I called a cab to drive me right out to the airport. And when I got on the plane, and met the rest of the crew, among them was my co-pilot, Cal Sutton."

"Hi there," he said brightly. "We meet again."

"So we do," I answered.

No sooner were we up in the air and on our way when he started with the barbecues and the family picnics, and Joyce, and the kids, and by the way he was going to be a daddy again.

"Congratulations," I told him.

"Yeah," he said. "We don't want to know in advance, but this time we're really hoping for a girl."

"Well I hope you get lucky," I told him.

It was after nine p.m. when we landed in Toronto and disembarked. We took a minibus to the Airport Harley Hotel in Toronto, where we would spend the night. I really knew in my heart that something was going to happen. That I was going to get my cock sucked, and Cal did not disappoint me. As soon as we were in bed, he said "That was really terrific."




Layover



"What?" I was playing dumb.

"You know. When I sucked your cock on that flight to Cincinnati. You really liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes," I said. "It was great."

And in a flash the blankets were on the floor, and he was on my bed, and my dick was being rubbed lovingly against his facial stubble, after which he sucked it all in. Man did this guy suck good cock. He was driving me up the wall. And he liked it so much. He was moaning and crying and gasping all the time he was sucking me. Then he lifted his face off, and I saw that he was staring into my eyes.

"I wonder what it feels like" he wondered.

"What?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"You know. To have a cock up your ass. I wonder what it would be like to have a big motherfucker like this up my ass. I bet it would really be interesting. I bet it would even feel good," and before I knew it he was straddling my waist and lowering himself onto my upturned stick. I didn't protest. I let it happen.

"Man. That's a big motherfucker," he said, but he was not going to let that stop him, he kept pushing and sitting and rising and licking his hand and wiping the saliva on my dick and pushing down again, and now little by little I felt it was going in. The walls of his ass were clutching my stiff dick, and he was starting a rising and sitting motion. I began to raise my hips up to his asscheeks to help him. 

"Oh, man," he said. "This feels so fucking great. I love it. I love your big dick in my ass. Oh yeah man. Oh yeah."

After a few minutes of this, I felt him reaching around my body and rolling the two of us over, so that now I was on top of him, lying along his back.

"Fuck me, man. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I fucked him. And it was really great. I mean I'm an ass man, and this was a great piece of man-ass. What more could I want?

"I'm fucking your hot hole," I told him. "My long dick is way up inside you, way up inside your hot asstunnel. Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah man. I love it. I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me. And he started moving his ass with such exuberance, that he almost knocked me off him. But I hung on and rode him for all he was worth. What a great fuck.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come." I told him.

"Shoot it into me," he told me. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me. Maybe I can get pregnant, and maybe between Joyce and me, one of us will have a little girl. Fuck me. Shoot your load into my hot ass."

"AAAAAGGGHHHH" I screamed as I blasted out into his masculine womb. Wouldn't it be funny if he actually did get pregnant? What a blast. Would they make me pay child support? 

He squeezed his asswalls around my softening dick, and wouldn't let me withdraw until he shot his own load. His channel clutched at me, as he raised his hips and reached his left hand under and jerked himself to completion. He screamed, as I had, as his seed shot out onto the sheet. Wow!

We both got up and went into the bathroom and got into the shower together. "Thanks, man," that was really great. "I loved having your dick in my ass. Did you like having your dick in my ass?"

"It was great," I told him.

"100% virgin," he assured me. "You're the first."

"It was great," I assured him. 

We both dried off and got into our own beds, mine near the window and his closer to the door. I had had a great sexual release, and in a few minutes I fell fast asleep.

"Are you awake?"

"No. Go to sleep."

"Don't you want to do it again?"

Jeez. This guy was a real pest. I just wanted to get some shut-eye now.

"Please," he said. "Just one more time. Please." He did not even give me a chance to refuse. In a second the blankets were on the floor and his mouth was around my dick, which was getting stiff again, and in such a short time. Well. If he wanted it that bad........

When he got me good and stiff he lay down on the mattress, and raised his long legs in the air. He was in a 'z' position. "I want to try it this way," he told me. "I want to look into your eyes, while you're fucking me. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. I liked that position too. I fed it into him and began to fuck. "MMMMMMMM" he crooned, obviously enjoying it. "MMMMMMMMM. MMMMMMMM. MMMMMMMM. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me."

"I'm fucking your hot ass. My big cock is up inside your hot ass. You like it?"

"I love it. I love it," he cried. And suddenly his hands which had been pressing down on my buttocks grabbed my face and brought it to his in a hot man/man kiss. There was tongue. There was saliva. There was more tongue. It was great. And the whole time I was pounding into his ass, and his heels were touched against my buttcheeks urging me ever inward. I couldn't take too much more of this. "AAAAAGGGHHH" I cried and shot another load into his hot rectum.

I put my palms on the mattress to raise myself off him, to give him room to reach between us to jack off his own hard member, but he didn't.

"Don't you want to shoot?" I asked him.

"Not right now," he told me. "I just like having your cum inside me. I wish I could have a gallon of it."

"I'm afraid that's it for the night," I said. I pulled out and walked into the bathroom to wash up. He followed me.

"That was fantastic," he told me. "Didn't you think it was fantastic?"

"Yes, it was fantastic," I assured him. 

I went back and remade my bed and climbed in. I turned toward the window and closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep, as I heard him climb into his own bed.

"Are you awake?"

Oh, no. What the fuck did this guy want from me?

"No. No more. I'm all fucked out. That's enough."

"But just one more time. I was thinking maybe spoon position."

"Go to sleep," I yelled at him. "Leave me alone."

"Please," he persisted.

"I can't," I said. 

"Please. Please." 

"You fucking pest," I screamed at him. "Leave me the fuck alone. I'm sorry I ever let you have my dick in the first place. You're like a leech. You latch on and don't let go."

That seemed to do it. He finally let me fall asleep. In the morning we both got dressed in silence, and took the van to the hangar and boarded the return flight. We sat side by side on the trip back to Chicago, and neither of us ever said a word. I guess I had hurt his feelings. But jeez. Enough is enough. Maybe it was better not to be speaking than to be physically stalked all night long.

And then I didn't get him as a co-pilot for a very long time. One day I ran into a fellow pilot in the airport, Jim Campbell, and he ran over to me and said "Hi, Hilton."

"Hi, Jim," I said. "What's happening?"

"Did you ever have that guy Cal Sutton as a co?" he asked me.

"A couple of times," I told him. "Why?"

"Well, I had him last week on a flight to Sacramento, and the craziest thing happened."

Dare I ask?

"What?" I dared.

"Well, we got up to the hotel room and I got into bed, and damned if the guy doesn't crawl into bed with me and start sucking my cock. I mean the guy has a wife and kids just like me. My first instinct was to ball up my fist and give him a bloody nose, but all of a sudden I realized that this was just a great blowjob. Maybe the best suckjob I've ever had, so I gave in and let him suck."

"Wow!" I said.

"And that wasn't the end of it. Before I knew it he was sitting on my dick which was in his asshole. I never thought I'd ever do that kind of thing. Now I know why you guys are gay. It was so hot and tight. I came like a maniac."

"Wow!" I said. I really didn't know what else to say.

"And it would have been all right, but the guy tortured me all night long. He kept wanting to get my dick into his mouth and ass all night long. He was a fucking pest. It was really great, but I hope I don't get him as my co again. The guy is exhausting. Did he do that to you?"

"Yes," I admitted. "He's a pest, all right, but he is a great fuck."

"Yeah," he nodded. We shook hands, and he dashed off to get a taxi.

And the months were passing, and I was very, very busy, and not getting much, and I was horny as hell, but I had all these late landing flights and couldn't go into town, and I couldn't even jerk off with my co in the room.

Just when I was thinking I would go crazy if this went on much longer, I got onto a plane, a flight I was taking to Des Moines. I walked into the cockpit, and there in the co-pilot seat was my good friend, Cal.

"Cal," I said jovially. "Glad to see you, man." 



Layover



I liked George immediately, and not just because she was a girl named George. Georgina "George" Kelly and I met on our flight from Seattle to Chicago. I'd been there on business, she visiting family. She was fascinating. She was a travel writer and editor. Her job was to visit tourist sites, hotels and restaurants and evaluate them for new or updated travel guides. I was a travel fanatic as well so we spent the whole flight discussing where we'd been and where we were desperate to go. She was able to recommend great deals and places to visit.

But more than just having things in common, I was drawn to her magnetism. She was very open and friendly, and had an affectionate way of touching my arm to emphasize her points. And I'll admit it is hard to dislike someone who is that gorgeous. She had beautiful shiny chestnut hair, intense light blue eyes, and an engaging smile. I love my wavy, dark red hair but it will never shine the way hers did. 

She, too, had recently ended a long-time relationship, though hers was with a girl. George told me it had been her first and only relationship with a woman and now she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for so she was staying single. I didn't pry but I was secretly dying of curiosity of what it was like, I'd never been with a woman. Unfortunately that would have been a little too intimate for two people who'd only met three hours ago.

As we started our descent into Chicago O'Hare Airport, we exchanged contact information. We both lived in Manhattan. In fact, we were both connecting to the same flight, but our seats weren't together. It was a tight connection and we'd need to practically run to make it. 

George handed me her business card with her email address and cell phone number. "We'll get together for drinks next weekend. Give me a call later in the week." I felt my stomach flutter when she smiled at me. I knew it was just my curiosity over her experience, but it made my cheeks feel warm anyway.

"I definitely will! It will be nice to hang out with a girlfriend who isn't just focused on meeting a man." 

Her throaty laugh was charming. The way she tossed her head back drew my eyes to her long, graceful neck. I wished my skin was so smooth and creamy looking. My eyes slid down her neck to her rounded cleavage. I quickly glanced back up and realized she'd caught me looking. I busied myself packing up my carry-on bag.

******

"Are you kidding?" I asked the airline check-in woman, barely concealing my annoyance. 

"I'm very sorry, ma'am. But we can get you on the first flight tomorrow morning."

I looked over at George who shrugged back at me. We'd just been told that our flight to New York was overbooked and since we were the last two to check in, we were the lucky ones to get bumped from the flight. And they couldn't get us on another flight until tomorrow.

"Again, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. Of course your hotel stay tonight will be on us and we will also provide vouchers for your dinner." I could tell the woman behind the desk was just hoping I wouldn't throw a fit. I knew it wasn't her fault.

"Thank you. That would be very helpful."

She issued our new tickets for tomorrow, gave us our vouchers, and directed us to our hotel. Of course, also casually mentioning that our luggage would be waiting for us in New York.

George and I laughed at our situation and agreed that at least we were fortunate enough to have good company. We walked to the airport hotel and went to check-in to our rooms.

While the hotel receptionist was looking for two adjoining single rooms, I sighed, "It's too bad I don't have my swimsuit, I could really use the jacuzzi right now."

The blonde receptionist overheard and offered, "If you two are traveling together, I'd be happy to upgrade your two single vouchers to a suite. All of our suites have jacuzzi baths and there are two separate beds."

I glanced at George who laughed, "That sounds perfect if it's okay with you! I could use a good soak as well."

I turned to the receptionist, "We'll take it!"

******

"George," I shouted from the bathroom, "Look at this jacuzzi! You could fit four people in here!"

I heard her call in response, "I'd check it out but I'm afraid I can't leave this fluffy bed!"

I ran out and flopped onto my bed as well. "Do you want the jacuzzi first?"

George rolled over and her eyes met mine, "Well if it can fit four people why don't we just take one together?"

My heart leapt in my chest, "But we don't have suits, George." I felt my cheeks heat up again.

George giggled girlishly, "You are such a prude! But we can wear our bras and panties. It will double as doing laundry, since we don't have fresh underwear for tomorrow."

That made perfect sense, so while George ran the bath I used our dinner vouchers to order room service. We'd decided on an assortment of hors d'oeuvres instead of entrees and a bottle of wine. Better make it two, I thought, it had been a long day.

I did feel prudish and shy as I stripped down to my sheer black bra and panties. I carried some plates into the bathroom where George was only wearing a lacy red demi bra and matching boyshort-style panties. I tried to keep my eyes focused on her face when talking to her. But my eyes seemed to drift to the way her breasts swelled over the cups of red lace. And I couldn't help but notice how her tightly toned abs gave way to her softly curving hips, especially when she bent over to adjust the jets. I quickly poured us both glasses of red wine and spread out the food on the side of the tub.

We both climbed in and slipped into the hot bubbling water.

"Ohhhh, this feels so good." I sank down in my seat and rested my head on the edge. I arched my back to stretch it, causing my breasts to rise above the churning water. I saw George notice my nipples poking through the sheer material and sank back under the water.

******

Two bottles of Cabernet later we were giggling and splashing. George had been telling me of her last boyfriend and the crazy things they would do. He'd been a bit of an exhibitionist and it had led to some interesting situations for them.

With a bottle of wine in me I finally asked what I'd been dying to know. "George, what is it like? I mean, to be with a woman?"

She chuckled, "I've been wondering when you'd ask."

I sat up and turned to her, "You have?"

"Of course, you've been holding it in, trying to be polite. It's positively adorable!" She rubbed my thigh for a moment in reassurance. "It's okay! I'm not offended. Honestly? It's much more sensual with a woman." She tilted her head back against the porcelain. "Don't get me wrong, being with a man can be raw and passionate and hot. But a woman knows your body as she does her own. She's soft and slow and sexy." George's eyes were closed and her hand slid over her throat. "It's completely different. It's... incredible." 

I don't even remember moving but suddenly my hand was on her cheek and I was kissing her. Her eyes never opened, her mouth just sought mine in return. I was struck by the softness of her full lips. Her hands moved around my back as I leaned into her. It felt so strange when my breasts pressed against hers, the wet lace of her bra scratching against my bare skin. 

As her tongue stroked mine, my hand moved down her face to her breast. I ran my thumb over the curve of her breast feeling her nipple pushing through the lace. I pressed harder against her nipple, making George moan into my mouth, grab the back of my head, and deepen the kiss.

I slipped my left leg over hers so I was straddling her left leg. I traced patterns in the roof of her mouth with my tongue and nibbled her lips. She reached around me and unhooked my bra. I pulled away from her.

"Are you okay?" George asked, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

I smiled and pulled off my bra, exposing my breasts to her hungry blue eyes. I took her hands and placed them on my tits. "I'm fantastic," and I leaned in to taste her lips again. I savored the red wine lingering on her tongue and tugged her bra straps down her shoulders. My mouth migrated along her jaw and down her velvety throat.

George laughed breathlessly, "I'm so glad we got kicked off our flight." I pushed the lace below her breast and licked her nipple. "Oh, make that REALLY glad!"

I giggled and looked up at her. "I have been trying so hard not to ogle these beautiful breasts all night!" I sucked the mound of flesh into my mouth.

George giggled, "Trying very unsuccessfully I might add."

I responded by pressing my palm against her lace-covered pussy. George groaned and thrust her hips to meet my hand. I pressed harder and lightly bit her nipple.

George pushed me away and stood up in the water. 

"What?" I asked, disappointed.

She climbed out of the tub and extended her hand to me, "Let's move this to the bed."

I smiled and let out the breath I'd be holding. I grabbed her hand and let her guide me to the bedroom.

George reached up and unpinned my hair, causing the fiery curls to fall down my back. I watched as she let down her dark hair and removed her bra, her blue eyes never leaving my green ones. 

Her ivory breasts were paler than the rest of her tanned skin, full but firm with rosy pink nipples. They swayed slightly as she slowly pushed me back onto the bed. She lay between my thighs and ran her hands up my stomach to my breasts.

I arched my back against her touch, "Oh, George."

Her mouth followed her hands, kissing their way softly up to where her hands were massaging my tits. Looking into my eyes, she circled her tongue around a nipple before sucking it into her mouth. I felt my own moisture flood my still-damp panties and hooked my feet behind her ass, pulling her to me, feeling her heat against mine.

She felt my eagerness and pulled back a bit. "I'll show you what it is like to be with a woman." She released my tits and wiggled her way back down my body, her nipples tickling my stomach. Her eyes met mine again as she hooked her slender fingers under the slim black band of my panties. She pulled them down slowly over my hips. I held my breath as she bared my pussy to her view. Keeping her eyes on mine, she slid her hands up my thighs to the bare skin between them.

I gasped as her palm grazed the very sensitive skin of my pussy lips. Never looking away from my face, she sank down until her lips touched my pale skin. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along the soft crevice of my lips. All I could do was spread my legs further to give her more access. She wrapped her arms behind my thighs and pressed her mouth to my pussy, stabbing her tongue into me.

My thighs tightened and quivered in her grip as she pushed inside me. I rolled my head back and into the fluffy down pillow. I was barely aware that my hands had moved to my breasts, squeezing them and stroking my swollen nipples.

George now had two fingers inside of me. I gasped as she nibbled on my clit. I reached down to thread my fingers through her hair as she soothingly sucked on the tender nub. I wiggled under her as the waves of orgasm grew in my stomach.

"Jesus," I moaned, thrusting my hips into her. I shook from the powerful orgasm, grinding against her face. As I felt a lethargic calm slide over me, I tugged on her hair to bring her mouth up to mine. Her nipples grazed my stomach as our mouths met. Her tongue stroked mine and I could taste myself on her lips. I sucked my sweet tanginess off her tongue.

"George," I whispered against her swollen red lips, "That was...." I struggled to catch my breath.

George laughed, her tits vibrating against mine, "Thank you sweetie." Her eyes met mine. "But we aren't done yet."

She slithered up my naked body until she was straddling me. Her tits stood out prominently and the red lace of her panties scratched my skin. I could not refrain any longer and leaned forward to devour her luscious tits. Cupping her left breast, I flicked her nipple with my tongue before swallowing the flesh into my greedy mouth. I slipped my free hand into her lacey panties. Her smooth pussy was soft and wet.

When I pressed my finger against her clit, she moaned and fell forward, driving me into the pillow and her breast into my mouth. She humped my hand, riding my fingers. I gasped for air as I switched breasts, nibbling on her hard nipple as she fucked my hand.

"Oh god, I'm cumming," George tossed head back and rocked before me, her tits bouncing. I saw her stomach muscles tense right before her moisture flooded my hand. Her neck and chest glistened from her exertion as she tried to catch her breath.

She looked down at me, her chestnut hair curling around her pale tits. I stroked her clit one last time before withdrawing my hand. I kept my eyes trained on hers as I sucked one of my fingers into my mouth, savoring her juices.

George leaned down and kissed me. She chuckled against my lips, "We're still not done yet, honey."

I laughed. "Thank god we missed our flight!" I kissed her back.



Layover



"Candy with grain inside," was the clue. I sat tapping my pen on the first square of the eight-letter entry, which already had an "L" in it, unable to imagine what kind of candy had grain in it. The crossword was a good distraction from the frightful turbulence the plane was experiencing.

It was in the seventies, and I was in my late thirties. Well, actually, I was forty.

I was on the first leg of a fairly long flight to the Pacific Northwest from the Front Range of the Rockies, a hop from Colorado Springs' Peterson Field to Salt Lake City's hub on a noisy old Frontier 580 turboprop. Those planes were built like tanks, but they didn't have the speed or altitude to get above bad weather, so it seemed every flight was a grudge match between airspeed and nausea.

So far, I was okay, but I was hoping we were nearing SLC or I might lose the contest AND my lunch.

Our family was in the midst of moving our son, Denny from our home out to Salem, Oregon. Denny and his dad, my husband Frank, had left the day before yesterday in a U-Haul rental van to take all of Denny's things and a selection of furniture from our house to set him up in his new apartment. He had found a job there, and not coincidentally, Salem was where a certain girl he had met in college lived. With any luck at all, Frank would meet me at McNary Field and we would have a chance to see our son's new home (and maybe this woman who was trying to steal him from me!), before Frank and I flew back home to Colorado.

But it wasn't a direct flight. I was scheduled to stop in Salt Lake and after a one-hour layover, connect with a flight on another 580 (ugh!) to Portland then some kind of "commuter" hop to Salem.

We finally cleared the Continental Divide, and the turbulent updrafts associated with that at about sunset, and I could sense that we'd started our long descent into Salt Lake.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Captain Williams, your pilot today. We have been informed by Salt Lake flight controllers that the Salt Lake City airport is experiencing heavy lake-effect ice fog this evening, with zero visibility and potential for dangerous wing icing. We have been directed to divert to Hill Air Force Base in Ogden for our landing. Hill is not at this time experiencing fog conditions. The Air Force Base is equipped for our safe arrival and, as soon as conditions may permit, for departure on the hop over the lake to SLC International. We are sorry for the inconvenience."

A general hubbub of conversation in the passenger cabin followed this announcement, then the p.a. clicked on again: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Captain Williams has turned on the seat-belt sign for the beginning of our descent into Hill Air Force Base. Please return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, extinguish all smoking materials, and return your seat backs and tray tables to the upright position. If you have removed any carry-on luggage from the overhead bins or from under the seat in front of you, please stow it back away at this time and prepare for landing!"

"Licorice," the man in the seat next to me whispered in my ear.

"Excuse me?" I said, turning to look at him as I cinched my seat belt tighter around me. We had exchanged a few words early in the flight, the minimum courtesies necessary for strangers who are seat-mates on a relatively short flight. 

He was a distinguished-looking man of maybe sixty or so, with a full head of grey hair and a thin grey moustache, dressed in a neat, pinstriped, Navy-blue business suit. I had introduced myself as Vic Meadows; "Short for 'Victoria,' of course," I had said, "but nobody calls me that ... it's always just 'Vic'!"

"Not Vickie?" My companion asked.

"No, I hated that nickname as a kid, so my brother started calling me 'Vic,' and it just stuck."

"I like it!" he said, "It fits you!"

He had introduced himself as Arthur Manville. "Long for 'Art,'" he had said, "but nobody calls me that. It's always just 'Arthur'!" I looked at him for a beat or two wondering if he was ridiculing me, then realized from his charming gap-toothed grin that it was intended as a gentle tease, so I laughed lightly, as did he. We had exchanged a few more pleasantries then retreated into our own thoughts and amusements, neither of us looking for a chatty trip.

But now, Arthur Manville was whispering "licorice" in my ear, and I thought perhaps he had lost his mind.

"Licorice," he said again, louder this time. "The candy with grain inside. The word 'rice' is inside the name of the candy!"

Finally realizing what he was talking about, I looked at the crossword puzzle now resting in my lap, my tray table having been stowed as directed. "Oh! Yes! Thank you! I never would have figured that one out!"

"Sure you would have," Arthur said. "I've been watching you plow through that like nobody's business. The New York Times' Friday puzzle in ink? You'd get it pretty soon. I just couldn't resist ... I love a corny clue."

I laughed right out loud at his terrible pun, and he smiled in gratitude that I'd got his little joke. I filled in his suggested answer, then folded the paper in half again, clipped my pen to it and put them both in the pocket of the seat in front of me so I could concentrate on not letting the plane crash.

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We had been sitting on the apron outside a C-130 maintenance hangar on the Hill Air Force Base flight line for over an hour. Out the window, we could see five other civilian airliners – another Frontier 580, two Continental 707's, and two TWA 727's. They were all lit up inside, attached to ground power units, and we could see the tiny faces of passengers inside each plane peering back at us.

After Arthur's help on the "Licorice" clue, we had struck up a closer acquaintance, working together on the puzzle and also chatting about our ruined travel plans, our families, and our lives in general. Arthur was married, too, and was traveling trying to get financial support for a new company who intended to produce computers for use in the home.

I had heard about "home computers," but I couldn't imagine a use for them. My own acquaintance with computers was through my work at the University, where I occasionally assisted one of my department's administrators to input data on a terminal connected to the school's IBM mainframe. What could a family possibly want with a computer in their own home?

"Oh, no, Vic!" Arthur explained, "These new computers aren't at all like what you've seen at the University! Our new computer is a little box about the size of a typewriter. It has a built-in keyboard, and you connect it right to your TV set! You can connect it to other computers using your phone, but mostly, it will just run programs without being connected to anything!"

"Programs?" I asked. I had a general idea what programs were, but what kind of programs would appeal to a normal family?

"It can keep your checkbook, draw pictures on the screen, do math problems, and play all kinds of interesting games!" Arthur was obviously very excited about his new venture, and I tried to seem supportive without letting it be too obvious that I thought he was nuts.

Little did I know.

I was soon in over my head on the subject of computers, and Arthur kindly steered the conversation to our kids. I went on at length about my son and how well he had done in college. I explained about how happy Frank and I were that Denny hadn't gotten drafted and sent to Viet Nam, how we were helping him move to Oregon, and how we were suffering acute separation anxiety, as Denny is our only child. Arthur showed genuine interest, and listened sympathetically. He seemed to know exactly the kind of questions to ask and the things to say to get me to tell him more about my family and our situation.

When the stewardess (yes, they were still called "stewardesses" in those days) announced that they would be serving complimentary wine, beer, and cocktails, I realized that I had been monopolizing the conversation for over an hour since we had landed. We glanced outside to see that several additional civilian airliners had queued up on the apron.

As we watched the drink cart coming down the aisle, Arthur resumed quizzing me gently about my husband, our home, my work, and so-on, and I realized that he was practicing his profession on me. His job was making people feel comfortable and to like him, so that he could get them to invest in his company or buy his product. Arthur certainly wasn't trying to sell me anything or get me to do anything, but as far as getting me to like him, he was doing a terrific job.

Nothing is more attractive in a man than knowing that he thinks YOU are interesting and attractive! And, even though Arthur was probably twenty or more years older than me, I was becoming more and more aware that he was a very attractive man. I was a little embarrassed that, at forty, it felt really very nice to know that attractive men could still be interested in me.

We both chose wine, and from the limited selection of tiny bottles available, we each got a good California Merlot, served with cheap plastic tulip-shaped wine glasses. As we were enjoying our first few sips of wine, I tried to turn the conversation toward learning something of Arthur's life and family and work, but I found it very hard, as he was skillful in re-directing me to my favorite subject ... me.

The speakers crackled to life again for a new announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, conditions in Salt Lake City are improving, and we are told that the runways will be open again in about half an hour." There was a small cheer from around the cabin at this point, quickly subdued when the announcement went on, "Unfortunately, the aircrew of this flight has expired." There was a very worried rush of talk among the passengers at this news, as it sounded as if they were dead. "Federal Aviation Administration rules limit the length of time that the crews of an airliner can be on continuous duty, and this includes the pilot, co-pilot, and flight attendants on this plane. As of twenty minutes ago, this crew has exceeded the legal limit for in-flight duty permitted in the interests of flight safety."

Arthur saw some of the other passengers leaning down, pointing out the windows into the night and whispering among themselves. We could for the first time see the water of the Great Salt Lake, and in the distance the sky glow and a few twinkling lights of Salt Lake City across the lake. The fog had apparently lifted.

One of the 707's and two of the more recently-arrived planes started to taxi out to the active runways, preparing for the hop over to the civilian airport.

"Unfortunately, Ladies and Gentlemen, because regulations prohibit your crew from flying this plane this evening, there will be a delay while a fresh air crew is brought in for the remainder of your flight. We are told that this applies to several of the other flights which have landed here at Hill with us, who are under the same restrictions. We are also informed that replacement crews will become available no sooner than early tomorrow morning."

At this point there was general groaning, open complaining, and some loud grumbling throughout the passenger cabin. "What?" someone said. "Oh, for Christ's sake!" shouted another in frustration. "We can SEE the airport out the damn window!" a man in "first class" (a joke in a 580) said loudly. "Can't we just get a BUS over there?"

Although the Captain was still on the flight deck at the front of the plane, it was as if he had heard that comment. "There is insufficient ground transportation available to drive all of the passengers now at Hill AFB over to SLC International. For those of you who absolutely must get to Salt Lake tonight, I'm afraid your only choice is to try to arrange for a cab at your own expense."

General angry grumbling.

"For the rest of you, we at Frontier offer our sincere apologies, although we remind you that this inconvenience is the result of weather conditions and safety regulations beyond our control," said the Captain. "The Air Force is providing two small shuttle busses to move the over five-hundred passengers in this situation remaining here on the base, into Ogden for the night. This process will take about two hours, although I am pleased to tell you that passengers from this plane will be the first to be shuttled into town."

"Although Frontier is not usually responsible for accommodations required due to weather conditions, because of the further delays due to the air-crew expiration, Frontier will provide all passengers with vouchers for dinner, breakfast tomorrow, and over-night accommodations. Due to the number of passengers involved, facilities in Ogden will be filled to capacity, so we are requesting that, as the flight attendants circulate vouchers to each of you, any passenger who is willing to share a room please indicate this to the stewardess. If you choose to assist us in this way, you will also be given a voucher for free fare on a Frontier flight of your choice at a later date."

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A couple dozen of us were milling about in the lobby of a nice old Best Western motel on US89 in the outskirts of Ogden. The stewardess who had accompanied us had given the desk clerk all of our housing vouchers and then had left with the bus driver to get another load of passengers.

The overwhelmed night manager in front of the registration desk was trying to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please! May I have your attention, please, and we'll get you into your rooms as quickly as we can!"

The group settled down, and the man, who looked to me like he was no older than a high school student, spoke to us again.

"My name is Myron, and I'd like to welcome you to the Ogden Best Western Inn, even though I know you probably don't really want to be here!" A polite laugh confirmed his assessment. "We were given your accommodation vouchers by Frontier Airlines. First, we will register families and folks traveling together into our larger rooms. Then, we have sorted those of you who expressed a willingness to share a room but are not traveling together, by sex ... uh, I mean, by gender, and we will be putting you together in two-bed rooms. Each room to be shared has two full-sized beds, so no one has to share a bed with a stranger!" he finished, clearly a little flustered.

This got a bigger laugh.

"The rest will be accommodated in single-bed rooms. I'm sorry to say that there are simply no additional rooms available, so if you are unsatisfied with the arrangements and can't work them out for yourselves, please let me know, and we will have the shuttle stop by and pick you up again to go to a different lodging."

"There is a good, full-service restaurant in our facility," the clerk said, pointing across the lobby to a hallway with a fancy sign indicating a restaurant was in that direction, "and they will, of course, honor your meal vouchers tonight and tomorrow morning."

"As I read your names, will you please come forward, and one of these young people," and here, Myron indicated two other, even younger-looking clerks behind the registration desk, "will see to your registration and direct you to your rooms." 

The two clerks started yelling out names of families and couples traveling together. These people struggled to the front, hefting their carry-on bags (no cute little "wheelies" in those days!), and went quickly through the registration process. Each group was issued a key and a map, and they wandered off to find their rooms.

Eventually, one of the clerks called out, "Arthur Manville and Vic Meadows?"

I groaned inwardly at my foolishness in using my nickname; this gender confusion had dogged me all my life when people read or heard my nickname instead of my full name. I had reserved my airline tickets using "Vic," but it never occurred to me that that might cause an embarrassing problem like this. I looked at Arthur in alarm, but he was grinning at me. As we pushed our way to the front, Arthur said, "Just let me handle this ... we don't want to go back on that shuttle!"

Arthur stepped up to the desk and chatted briefly with the clerk, but there was too much noise in the lobby for me to hear what he was saying. Arthur signed something and the clerk handed him two keys and a map.

"So what's up?" I asked. "What did you work out?"

"C'mon! You'll see!" Arthur said, grabbing me by the elbow and guiding me through the remaining passengers crowded around the front desk, and back out the front door of the building.

We toted our carry-on bags down the sidewalk between the parking lot and the row of rooms to Room 172, which was quite a distance from the lobby and restaurant. Arthur unlocked the door and gestured for me to go in ahead of him.

The room was actually a small, open suite. There was a living area furnished with a big color TV, a sofa, a love seat, an overstuffed chair and a small dinette set, a breakfast bar with a sink, one of those new microwaves, an under-counter refrigerator and a little two-cup coffee pot. There was a sleeping area separated from the living room by the low wall of cabinets and the countertop of the breakfast bar, containing a wide dresser, one of those folding luggage stands, and two full-sized beds, and of course, a nice, clean bathroom near the entrance.

"Wow, this is NICE!" I said. "Is this your room or mine?"

"Well, VIC," Arthur said, emphasizing my masculine-sounding nickname by exaggeratingly lowering his voice, "here's the thing. This is OUR room."

I just looked at him for a long time trying to understand what he had just said. "OUR room?" I asked. "What do you mean, OUR room?"

"I didn't want to get bumped to another place and have to wait for maybe hours, so I finagled this big suite room for us. You can have one of the beds, and I'll sleep over there on the sofa!"

"Oh, I don't know, Arthur! I'm a married woman!"

"Please, Vic, I know you're married! I'm married, too! But I just want to have some dinner and get some sleep tonight. If either of us goes back to the office, they'll send us back out on that damn shuttle again, and who knows how long it will be before we get a room in this little town!"

"Uh, gee, no, Arthur." I said, still trying to politely let him know that this was a really bad idea. "You seem like a really nice guy and all, but I don't really even know you! I'm pretty sure I'm not ready to SLEEP WITH YOU!"

"No, no, no!" Arthur said. "Of course not, and I'm suggesting no such thing! Let's just step inside here," he urged me into the room, closing the door behind us ... we had been discussing this uncomfortable situation while standing half out in the freezing night air. Other stranded passengers were passing us, looking at us oddly, trying to figure out what the problem was.

"If you were sharing a room with another lady," Arthur said, "you wouldn't know her any better than you know me! You know my name and so does the airline and the motel, so if you're worried about me stealing your wallet or something, I could hardly get away with anything like that!"

"Well, Arthur, it's not really stealing my wallet that's giving me concern!" I said. "I'm just more than a little reluctant to share a room with some married man I just met a couple of hours ago!"

"Aha!" Arthur said, his face lighting up. "So, it's not that you're unwilling to share a room with some other married man, but it's just that we haven't known one another long enough, is that it?"

I flashed him a look that would melt metal before I realized that he was teasing me again. I felt myself blushing deeply.

"Look," Arthur said, in a quieter, more conciliatory tone, "nothing's going to happen tonight. We both just need a place to sleep! We can take turns in the bathroom and I, for one, have decent pj's in my carry-on, so I can't see that there's really any problem. Don't you think that you can trust me?"




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"Arthur, I suppose I can trust you, but what happens when my husband finds out that I'm sharing a room with another man?"

"Well, he doesn't HAVE to find out, actually, unless you tell him." Arthur said. "But, actually, that is probably the best idea ... you need to call your husband to let him know what's happening anyway. Why not just let him know our situation? I'd guess he'll understand!"

I decided that that was a good idea; I would call Frank in Salem and tell him what my situation was, and he would surely tell me to get out of here right away!

I got through to my son's new number, and Denny answered. "Hi, sweetie!" I said, "is your dad there?"

"Yeah, just a second, mom. He was just about to leave for the airport. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. We had a screw-up here in Salt Lake City, and my flight's delayed until tomorrow evening. That's why I want to talk with your dad."

I could hear Denny shouting "Dad!" with his hand over the mouthpiece. "It's mom!" In a couple of minutes, Frank's voice came over the phone saying, "Hi, hon! Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, this whole thing is just a royal screw-up, but nothing dangerous!" I said, thinking, 'Well, nothing dangerous except the sleeping arrangements, maybe.' I described the sequence of events and explained that we were stuck in Ogden until at least tomorrow morning. I knew that the only connecting flight from SLC to Portland was the one I had been scheduled to take this evening, so even after we flew over to SLC, I would be stuck in the airport tomorrow for almost twelve hours.

"So, Frontier is putting you all up in a motel tonight?" Frank asked.

"Several motels, actually, I guess. We weren't the only plane stuck here with an expired crew. There's passengers all over town, I think!"

"Well, okay," my husband said, "as long as you're safe and sound! I'll just meet you tomorrow at the same time, same place. You got everything you're gonna need?"

"Well, Frank, there is one other thing!" I said, gathering my courage to tell him about our embarrassing lodging situation. "They doubled us up with other passengers." I waited to try to phrase this next part correctly. "And as you know, I bought my tickets as 'Vic' Meadows!"

Again, I waited, hoping he would guess the implications of what I was telling him. Frank was well aware of the weird confusions that occurred to me ... to US ... regularly because of my unusual nickname.

Suddenly, I heard hardy laughter on the other end of the phone. "They've put you in with a GUY, haven't they?" my husband asked.

At first, I was miffed that he would laugh at my predicament, but I couldn't help seeing the humor in the situation.

"So, Vic, is your new roommate a mad rapist or some young heart-throb?"

"No," I answered quietly, so Arthur wouldn't hear and be insulted, "he's a nice older businessman. I'm sure he's a nice enough guy, and he's married with a family himself. There are two beds and all, I just feel really awkward sleeping with another man!"

"Oh, for crying out loud, Vic! Nobody's asking you to SLEEP with him! You're just sharing the room! If he seems decent enough, just get dressed in the bathroom and scoot into your bed. Don't worry about it!"

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Arthur and I had dinner together in the restaurant attached to the motel. I just couldn't shake the notion that I was doing everything I would be doing if I WERE having an affair.

Here I was having dinner in another town with a good-looking, interesting guy, and afterwards, we were going to spend the night together in a motel room. It was creepy. And also, kind of arousing.

I think Arthur sensed that talking about his family and his job might help put my mind at ease, so that I at least knew as much about him as he did about me. He said that he and his wife had two sons. One was living in Denver, was married and had three kids. The other had died in Khe Sahn a few years ago. I was all over myself apologizing for mentioning how relieved we had been that Denny had avoided getting drafted, but Arthur said that he just wanted to tell me about himself a little, and that he was glad our son was safe. And he also said something that really set my mind at ease about his character.

"Talking about Mark doesn't make me sad. Not any more. It's a terrible thing for a parent to lose a child, but not talking about it doesn't make it hurt any less. I will always love my son, and I will always resent losing him in this stupid war, but I love to tell others about him. We're still so proud of him, and thinking about him just reminds me of what a great boy he was!"

We lingered over our meal for what seemed like a long time. It wasn't that great of food, but it was okay, and we had nowhere to go and nothing much else to do. And we both seemed to be enjoying one another's company very much.

Every so often, in the back of mind, I couldn't help thinking 'If I WERE going to have an affair, Arthur would be exactly the sort of man I might have an affair with.' But, on the surface, I tried not to show any excitement about spending the night with this man. I didn't REALLY want anything like that to happen.

Did I?

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Neither of us was interested at all in watching television. Arthur set himself up on the dinette with some paperwork from his briefcase, and I finished my NYT puzzle.

Then I took my carry-on into the bathroom and went through my bedtime routine of washing my face, brushing out my hair, brushing my teeth, and putting on my dowdy flannel nightgown. I was often embarrassed about how fuddy-duddy my choice of nightwear was, but flannel gowns are so warm and comfortable, and Frank said he thought they were sexy. I knew that was a white lie, but I appreciated him for saying it.

And tonight, a frumpy, baggy, shape-less nightgown was just the ticket, actually.

I gathered up all my stuff and came out into the open combination room, and Arthur took his turn in the bathroom. When he emerged in a few minutes, he was wearing a neatly-pressed set of flannel men's pajamas and slippers. I almost laughed out loud. We looked like a matched set of old married people.

Which we were, I guess. We just weren't married to each other.

After some small pleasantries, I climbed into the bed closest to the bathroom, and Arthur started to take blankets out to the living area to make-up the sofa.

"Oh, no, Arthur!" I said to stop him. "That's silly! If you were going to attack me, you could do it just as easily from the couch as this bed! Go ahead and sleep in the bed and get some actual rest!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Vic!" Arthur said, putting his bed back together. In a few minutes, he also climbed in and turned out his light.

"Arthur," I asked, "do you mind if I maybe leave on the bathroom light so I can find my way in there if I have to ... you know. I can pull the door almost closed!"

"No, that would be fine, Vic. Good idea!"

Once I got the lights the way I wanted them – bathroom on, bedroom and the rest off – I climbed back into bed once more. I could tell by his breathing that Arthur was already asleep.

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But I didn't sleep well at all.

I think I spent all night waiting for him to tip-toe over to my bed and try to slide in next to me. If I did drift off, I startled awake every time Arthur rolled over or stirred at all. Once, after a few hours, Arthur did get up, and I thought to myself, 'Well, this is it! Now he's going to rape me!'

But Arthur just wobbled his way into the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear that distinctive male dribble for a while, then the dark bedroom flooded with light as he opened the door, then dimmed again as he pushed it back, almost closed and went back to his bed.

I was ashamed to realize that I actually felt disappointed.

As I lay there in the dim light that edged out of the bathroom, my imagination couldn't stop playing mental movies of what might happen. I pictured Arthur transformed into an angry, muscle-bound thug with a huge sex organ, enormously erect, dribbling in anticipation as he lewdly threw back the covers I was actually cowering under, and forcing himself on me and into me.

Or again, I imagined that he might quietly slip into my bed, spoon up next to me, and I would feel his member hard and insistent pushing itself into the seam of my buttocks, forcing the flannel of my nightgown deep into me, until it finally gave way and Arthur entered me through the tear and took his pleasure.

When I realized that I was embellishing these fantasies with the assistance of my fingers between my legs, I was mortified. I rolled over and tried to remember in detail exactly what we had packed into that rental van that Frank and Denny had left our house with two days ago.

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I guess I must have slept eventually, because the next thing I knew, the telephone was ringing with our wake-up call. I glanced over at the flip-numeral clock radio and saw that it was still only six a.m. The airline wanted everybody up and fed in time to get us over the lake and back onto our itineraries.

"Arthur, do you think I'll have time for a shower?" I asked.

There was no answer. I got up, and turned on some lights, only to find that Arthur had already gotten up. All of his stuff was gone, but he had left me a note on the bathroom counter:

"Good morning!

I'll see you in the restaurant! –

A.M."

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I decided I'd rather have a shower than breakfast if it came to that. I would have over twelve hours to cool my heels in the SLC airport once we got there, so there would be plenty of time to get something to eat, but just this one chance to take a shower.

Arthur was waiting patiently in the motel lobby just outside of the entrance to the restaurant fifteen minutes later when I got there. There was a trolley beginning to fill up with the passengers' carry-ons as they got moving, in anticipation of the arrival of the Air Force shuttle bus.

"The bus won't be here for another twenty minutes," Arthur said. "The restaurant's pretty efficient ... let's go get something to eat!"

"Oh, Arthur, I didn't expect you to wait for me! You should have had your breakfast!"

"I had some coffee," he said, indicating the complimentary pot provided by the motel. "I didn't want to eat alone when I knew YOU would be here soon!"

I'm sure I blushed with the implied compliment.

We were seated immediately, and were able to eat most of a nice breakfast before we saw the shuttle bus pull up outside.

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I was sitting in the lounge of the Salt Lake City airport, trying to work on a new puzzle. I had been to the newsstand and bought a collection of New York Times' crosswords to keep myself busy during my long wait for my flight that evening.

I had also called Frank again, and told him that my "roommate" ("Your room-WHAT!?" Frank joked.) had been a perfect gentleman, and that I was safely in the SLC terminal, waiting patiently for my flight to Portland later.

When we arrived after our short flight of maybe fifteen minutes, Arthur and I had exchanged goodbyes as Arthur headed for the long-term parking to get his car for the drive home to Evanston, Wyoming where his company was based.

But my mind wasn't really on the crosswords. The pornographic movies of the night before kept replaying in my mind, and I wondered if I would always regret not stepping out of character for a few hours with Arthur and having a fling. That time in the motel in Ogden was like a slice of my life set apart from everything else, a time I might have used to make myself an intimate, secret memory which would last the rest of my life.

I would stare off into the distance, imagining what might have been, then try to force my attention back on my puzzle. The images of Arthur this morning were not of the threatening, muscle-bound cartoon of my sleepy night-time imagination, but a more realistic image of a handsome, older gentleman making patient, soft, romantic love to me.

I shook my head and was pondering the clue to a three-letter entry, "Last of the Mohicans," when I was very startled to hear someone hiss directly into my ear. I leaned away, and spun my head to see who had done this, only to see Arthur, leaning over the seat behind me, smiling at my distress.

"E-S-S," he said. "The last letter of Mohicans."

I grinned and stood up to greet him. "Arthur! I thought you had a long drive ahead of you! What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stand the thought of you spending the day here alone, just doing crosswords or something!" Arthur said. I'm sure I blushed again.

"Surely, you're not going to sit here with me for nine hours?" I said.

"Absolutely not!" Arthur said, serious now. "I rented us a room."

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Everything I had feared and longed for the previous night, we did with one another during those hours together in Arthur's room at the Airport Marriott.

Arthur had been true to his word and made no advances on me when we were stuck in the same room by misfortune the night before, but when he invited me to spend the day with him, I found no will to resist him at all.

It took only a few minutes to get to his car outside in the short-term parking. It was a BMW, which didn't mean anything to me then except it seemed like a nice car.

The Marriott was several steps nicer than the Best Western, and our room was beautiful and tastefully appointed. The bed was oversized, something new then, a "king-size" bed. It seemed like it was made for sex, and I blushed again when I first saw it. It was already turned down, ready for the two of us to ...

When we arrived, Arthur took my coat, carry-on and purse, and simply wrapped me up in his arms. His embrace was so strong that I involuntarily bent back, my stomach pressed tightly into his, as he leaned forward and kissed me for the first time.

I was overwhelmed. I knew what I was about to do ... what WE were about to do ... and I was ravenous to begin it, but I hardly knew how to start. I had only ever been with my husband, and the build-up from our first kiss to our first intimate encounter had taken months. Even now, Frank patiently courted me for hours before we retired to the bedroom together.

But Arthur was not patient that day. Not at all.

He broke our kiss, and simply began to undress me. He quickly unbuttoned down the back of my wool dress, not unduly fast or at all violently, but with no hesitation. Once we were alone in that room, Arthur and I said nothing to one another before he began removing my clothes.

Soon enough, my dress was a puddle around my ankles. I was embarrassed to be standing there in my slip, knowing that he would soon see my hose with the runs in the top, my practical cotton bra, and my frumpy white cotton panties.

But Arthur didn't seem to care. He worked with speed yet patiently, slipping straps aside, urging my arms to raise when he needed to remove something, knowledgeably releasing my brassiere catch, rolling my hose down my legs, and finally, turning me to face him, slipping his thumbs under the elastic of my panties and slowly lowering them, watching my body as he teased himself with his first view of my sex.

I was shivering, but not from cold. My nipples were standing out prominently, and I could feel that I was lubricating between my legs. When I was fully naked, for the first time naked before a man other than my husband, Arthur sat back into a spindly-looking chair and just looked at me, his hands resting lightly on my hips. His eyes scanned frankly up and down the front of my body, pausing at my face to smile gently, then again at my breasts, my tummy, my pussy, my calves.

Every woman dreads this moment, I think. A man, a new man, making his candid appraisal of your body. You've had no warning time to lose that few pounds you think you must, or time for the red marks from your over-tight skirt or bra to fade. You wonder what he will do now ... will he dare turn his back on you and say, "Uh, I just remembered, I've got something I've got to do," then leave you to your shame?

But no.

Arthur stood up and gathered me into his arms again, and this time our kiss became that open-mouthed tangle of tongues that somehow old married couples don't seem to bother with much. The kind of kiss that begins at the lips, passes on to your tongues, your teeth, your gums, your cheeks, the rest of your face, and then somehow switches on every sensory receptor in your body. You feel stirrings in your loins, yes, but also tingle up and down the calves of your legs, in your chest, up your back, in your scalp.

How can a kiss do that?

Arthur and I refused to break our kiss and tried together to undress him, too. But it soon became so awkward that we relented and separated while I concentrated below his waist and he removed his tie, his shirt, and his undershirt.

In the end, I paused as he had done before revealing Arthur's penis to my eyes. I could see its general shape and size as it strained below the fabric of his boxer shorts. But I looked up into his eyes for some indication of his will for me to remove them before I proceeded. He smiled and nodded, and I lowered his shorts.

I had only ever seen my husband Frank's cock before. I don't know if I had any real expectations, except that it would probably resemble Frank's penis. And I suppose it did, in a generic sort of way.

But you can't be kneeling on the floor in front of a naked near-stranger, looking at his erection, and deal with it in the abstract. I was suddenly, terribly, wonderfully THERE, alive in the moment, aware of the gravity of what we were doing, what I was doing, as I stared at Arthur's cock.

It was a beautiful and terrible thing. Bigger than Frank's, I guess. Oh, I can't pretend; it WAS quite a bit bigger than Frank's. Frank is uncircumcised, but our son Denny had a circumcision, so I thought I knew what that would look like. But Arthur was an adult man, and his cock was painfully erect ... I could see it throbbing with his heartbeat. I had never seen anything like the bulbous red-purple swelling at the tip of his penis. It was intimidating and also frightening yet incredibly arousing. As I squatted there on my ankles, I could feel my own moisture seep out from my aching vagina with my arousal.

As for the rest of his shaft, it too seemed massive, the shaft both longer and thicker than Frank's, and at this moment, harder than I had ever seen my husband's cock. Arthur's penis looked as if it might have been injured at some point in his life, as it was bent in the middle, emerging from his body as Frank's did, but turning sharply to the left about halfway along his length. I wondered what that might feel like inside of me. What that WOULD feel like inside of me! As I felt him with my fingers, the oddly-bent shaft seemed like a loose sheath of supple chamois stretched over an angled cylinder of nearly-molten steel.

I leaned in to kiss Arthur's penis, but I felt him reach beneath my arms and lift me to my feet, then continue lifting me until he was somehow carrying my whole body over to the gigantic bed.

Arthur laid me down on my back, my head propped up on a stack of pillows, then slowly moved his hands and face over the entire surface of my body as he knelt there beside me. He slid his smooth, warm hands over every inch, spending no less time caressing my arm pits and ankles than he did my breasts or pussy. He followed his hands with his face, only a few inches away from me, scanning my every feature, kissing here and there, licking me in unexpected places, and yes, in the expected places, too. I could feel his little moustache as he touched me with his mouth, but it never tickled. Instead, his moustache seemed to add to the sensuousness of his oral play.




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He lingered a while longer than other places at my slit, where his tongue slid up along my length, then in to rest next to my inner lips, then along me again to the front, where he found my sensitive clitoris, massaged it for a moment, then returned back down along the other side. Then, suddenly; Arthur's tongue was a stiff intruder into my sex, and he plunged himself deep into me, simulating fucking me ... no he WAS fucking me with his talented tongue. At that moment, I thought with love of my husband, Frank, and how much I cared for him, and how I would never leave him, and how good of a lover he was to me, but Frank, honey, you've NEVER made me feel like THIS!"

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, Arthur left me breathless when he withdrew his tongue from within me. He climbed on top of me, his whole weight in contact with mine, the entire length of our bodies touching from face to toes. I felt my breasts crushed below his chest, my nipples hard, folded over under him. I felt his cock poking insistently at my mons, not aimed right to enter me, but Arthur making no effort to insert it. Yet.

I felt my shaven legs against his hairy legs, the inner surface of my arms against the inner surface of his, our pulses pounding together at our wrists, our fingers intertwined. I could feel him breathe. I could feel his cock twitch below me.

Again, Arthur opened his mouth against mine, but when I tried to move my tongue into his mouth, he trapped it gently between his teeth and held it there while he caressed the tip of it with his own tongue, lavishing saliva on it until I could feel my mouth filling with him and had to swallow. If you had described this to me before, I would have thought it disgusting, but then and there, it was so sensuous and sexual that I nearly had an orgasm from that "kiss" alone.

Finally, Arthur rolled over, clasping me tightly to himself so we rolled together, and I was suddenly on top. He released me, and let his own head fall back on the pile of pillows, putting me in charge now.

I would like to say that I returned the favor and explored every inch of Arthur's body with my eyes and tongue. But Arthur had wound me up so tight, had me so aroused and ready to explode, that I simply didn't have the patience.

I straddled his hips with mine and felt around between us until I found his stiff, throbbing, oddly angled member. I aimed it to where I wanted it, where I wanted it so badly right then, and simply sat down on it, allowing it to penetrate easily up into my liquid center. I felt that odd bend in the middle slide through me, making the moment even more exciting if possible.

Again, my thoughts flashed to Frank, and how different this felt with Arthur. Partly, maybe a great deal, because of Arthur's size and shape, but mostly, I think because of the delicious sense that Arthur and I were NOT married, that we were stealing this time, these few illicit hours, to do this thing with each other, this powerful, personal, private, intimate thing, just for ourselves. This was without question the most selfish thing I'd ever done, the most wanton submission to my cravings I'd ever allowed myself. And I LOVED it!

As Arthur massaged my breasts and tweaked my erect nipples, the incredibly good feelings of sexual stimulation together with the intoxicating passion brought about by the idea of cheating on my marriage here in a hotel with a stranger, pushed me into a frenzy of effort as I pounded myself up and down on Arthur's cock, my head flailing, my hair whipping my back, hearing myself grunting or speaking or shouting or something, I don't know what.

Below me, Arthur was shoving his hips up at me, his rhythm perfectly synchronized with my own, our pubic hair entangled, our bones smashing together again and again. But mostly, our sex ... his cock and my vagina, sliding back and forth along one another over and over and over, until at last, Arthur forced himself up into me with an especially powerful thrust, his long cock stabbing into some place I'd never felt before, spurting his hot semen into me there.

He dropped down, then shoved himself up at me again. I stopped trying to control our mating and simply let him move himself as best suited his orgasm. Three or four more times, Arthur jammed himself up violently into me, and after about the second such thrust, I felt my cunt clamp down onto him, my entire hip and tummy area clench in a spasm of ecstasy, and surges of pleasure shoot like electricity out into my whole body.

We collapsed into a heap of flesh and sweat and semen and vaginal fluids, and just lay there panting for what must have been five minutes.

Suddenly, I was cold, and I realized that we were both covered with perspiration in the cool air of the hotel room. I pulled the pile of fine sheets and fluffy blankets up over us, and hugged Arthur tightly. I could feel the wetness of our mating seeping out of each of us, running across the bare skin of our legs, and pooling below us on the bedding. I totally didn't care – my mind was nestled in that excellent warm place it goes after a good fuck.

Seven and a half hours is a long time. We had to leave in time to return me to the airport to catch my flight to Portland, and I insisted on getting a shower before going ... I wouldn't dare meet my husband at the airport smelling like I knew we both smelled there in the Salt Lake City Marriott.

But in seven and a half hours, an inspired couple has time to push, slide, suck, lick, twist, rub, and massage one another's sex organs in a lot of ways. And inspiration in the form of a one-time rendezvous between two married people, not married to one another, ready and willing to do practically anything for that seven and one-half hours, can be very powerful, indeed.

One time, Arthur mounted me from behind, in what is called "doggie style," I'm told. Frank had never done that.

Another time, we sat in the bed and twisted ourselves so that our legs intertwined, one of his in front of me, one behind, one of mine in front of him, one behind, and slid together until Arthur's cock could slide into me while we both watched it disappear. Our ability to thrust in that position was limited, but that was more than made up for by the thrill of seeing this man's cock penetrate me, then withdraw a little, the skin of his penis shiny, almost silvery, with the sheen of my fluids, then watch it slide back inside with that delicious feeling of fucking, fucking, fucking.

I never did find out how old Arthur was exactly. But at least on that day, his age was overcome by his excitement. I know I'm no bargain in the looks department; I'm not ugly, but I certainly no longer draw stares or whistles as I walk down the street. But I suppose it's not everyday that a sixty-plus year-old guy has all day to do what he wants with an eager woman twenty years or more younger than he is.

I sucked Arthur to orgasm once, lying languidly on the bed. He barely moved, just idly watching his cock as it slid into and out of the face of this woman he had met yesterday on the plane, until he could resist me no more, and ejaculated into my willing mouth. I swallowed every drop.

Arthur licked his own cum out of me every time after he fucked me, each time bringing me again to another climax with his mouth. He would move his face up to mine afterward, his little moustache soaked with our combined fluids, and I would lick and suck it dry.

But time does pass.

Over an hour before my flight, we showered (separately, or I would have missed my plane, I imagine), got dressed, and Arthur drove me to the airport. He said he wanted to come in with me and wait in the lounge until boarding, but I insisted that he drop off me off at the "Departures" entrance.

Arthur kissed me goodbye when he dropped me off. I asked him if we would ever get back together, and he answered me by asking if I really wanted a "love affair?" When I was silent, he said, "I thought not. Go to your husband, and thanks for a wonderful day!"



Layover



I held my vodka-and-grapefruit juice in front of me, aware that I was closing myself off through body language, but unable to help myself. Perhaps when this drink is inside me, I thought, I can relax a bit more, but for the moment I held my glass like a shield in front of my 34D chest, which at the moment felt all too exposed by my low-cut dress.

And it was excusable to feel the need for a shield, because this was the first time I'd ever been to a swingers' event. My husband Patrick had finally talked me into trying it, just seeing what it was like, and had agreed to my condition that we go to an out-of-town party. So here we were on a whirlwind, last-minute trip in New York City, at a hotel swinger's party, and I felt as though I'd been set down in some bizarre alternate reality. 

We'd talked about sex with other people, and about both of us with a woman, for years while in bed, spinning fantasies together to increase the already-intense heat between us. We both loved the idea of including others in our sex lives; I just wasn't sure about the reality. I'd always been shy, and particularly had always needed a connection in order to really relax and enjoy myself sexually with a partner.

That connectedness wasn't a part of swinging, as I viewed it. Swinging, in my mind, was faceless, anonymous sex, the ultimate in fucking for the sake of physical pleasure and nothing more. The image in my mind was a sad, tawdry one, glazed eyes set in bored faces, faces detached almost physically from their genitals that were being fucked by some stranger. I'd had a couple of one-night stands years before, before I was married, and I was amazed at that time that sex could be so on-the-surface, so unsatisfying, so lacking in intimacy. It always made me think of Benjamin Braddock's comment in "The Graduate": "we might just as well have been shaking hands." It made me feel so lonely and empty afterwards, frequently trying to fill an unnamed void with raw cookie dough or a tub of ice cream. I couldn't imagine that, for me, sex with swingers would be any better.

So, fantasies aside, casual sex wasn't something I was interested in pursuing; I knew it couldn't really be the stuff of the fantasies we wove for each other in bed. In bed together, we volleyed words between us until we worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy over the thought of delicious new partners tailored to our desires, stimulating us beyond the edge of our experience. But Patrick, more than stirred by our talking, wanted to live it out, wanted to experience in full the variety and novelty that I guess every man craves. I understood, and I truly wanted to let him have that. I even wanted to be a part of it. We were perfect for each other, a pairing that had made me begin to believe in soulmates, ideally matched in virtually every way: intelligence, interests, temperament, goals, certainly sexually. I didn't feel threatened by his interest in exploring with me; hell, most men would've simply cheated rather than suggest going to a swinger's party. I felt lucky that we were close enough to talk about these thoughts, in and out of bed. But I wasn't sure I could bring myself to repeat the empty sex like I'd had before, the handshake sex.

So we had decided to come to this party, a thousand miles from home, a thousand miles from our reality. We agreed that wouldn't touch anybody but each other, and there wouldn't be any pressure for either of us to do anything. We'd just meet some people, look around, see how it felt, perhaps find some fodder for our own lovemaking later. Patrick thought that my tawdry stereotypes might be mistaken, and I was willing to entertain that idea. After all, if we found that we could connect with a couple, or a woman, perhaps it could be a worthwhile experiment, even for me.

So far, the party had felt rather intimidating. I had dressed in a lacy black dress that looked more appropriate for lingerie. I was constantly aware of how it hugged my curves and crept up my thighs. I wasn't even one of the most skimpily dressed women there, but it was an unusual look for me, and the dress put my body on display for all to see. Also, the other guests all seemed to know each other, all comfortable and chatty. We'd been there for three hours, in the hotel that was closed for business to all but this swingers' group, and most people (other than me) were past relaxing, had moved on to seriously enjoying themselves. There were clusters of people laughing and talking here and there, body language loose and inviting, and a few people had started to move onto the dance floor. There were about eight couples out there now, dancing, smiling, enjoying moving their bodies against each other, grinding a little. A fluid group of women, sometimes three, sometimes five, sometimes more, were dancing together, occasionally moving in to kiss and touch. Watching a woman slide her hand over another woman's breast, her fingers circling her hard nipple through her blouse, I felt my panties growing wet in spite of myself.

"Are you doing okay?" Patrick asked, his arm around me, his face nuzzling my hair.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said. "Just a little nervous. But this is not so bad." I took a sip of my cocktail that turned into more of a gulp. 

"It's okay," he said soothingly. "Do you want another drink?"

I realized that I'd just finished my cocktail. My shield had melted. 

"Sure," I said. "Same thing, okay?"

"Okay," Patrick smiled, and giving my shoulder a squeeze, headed for the hotel breakfast bar that, for tonight, was doubling as a wet bar.

Just as had happened every time I stood alone that night, the moment Patrick was out of reach, someone approached me. This time, it was a man, at least a foot taller than me (not that that is saying much, as I am barely over 5'0, even in the high-heeled boots I was wearing), with a shaved head, a goatee, and tattoos snaking up each forearm.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Just trying to get a feel for things." 

"You guys new?"

"Yeah, we're not really sure about this yet. Just checking it out." I tried to relax and maintain eye contact, but couldn't help my eyes darting to the side, hoping for Patrick to come back.

"Well, it's a fun group," he said. "Good way to check things out, see if you're interested. You can always just chat and dance too."

"Thanks! Yeah, so far it seems really nice. Everybody's nice." I floundered. It's nice, everybody's nice, ugh.

"Here you go Honey," Patrick said, handing me a drink. "Sorry, it's cranberry and vodka. They're out of grapefruit juice."

"That's okay," I said, relieved to have him back to share the conversation, and to have a new drink with which to resume my isolating body language. "This is . . .?"

"Oh, sorry," the guy said. "I'm Joel. My wife's around here somewhere . . . . Let me go find her to introduce you guys." Joel headed across the hotel lobby.

"Making friends?" Patrick asked. 

I laughed. "That's me, life of the party." I thought about conversations I'd had with my online friend Ryan, a kindred spirit in introversion, about events like this and the preferability of online chatting. Why couldn't everyone just type on keyboards instead, like a big chat room? People could still have sex if they wanted, but I was much better at conversation if I could do it on a computer screen. I smiled envisioning it, all of these party types hunched over laptops, bathed in the comforting screen light instead of the harsher flashes of the spinning disco ball that they'd somehow imported straight from 1978.

If only Ryan were here now. We had a rapport, a camaraderie, that had become a close friendship over time, in spite of the distance of three states and two Great Lakes. He was younger than me, with an incredibly sensual and erotic mind. His intelligence, his sharp sense of humor, the pictures he'd sent me, everything about him pushed all the right buttons for me, buttons I knew would likely gather nothing but dust among swingers. 

Suddenly the D.J.'s voice boomed over the P.A. system: "all right, you guys, getting ready to warm up for the big lap dance contest! Everybody's welcome! The only rule is, no ladies can give lap dances to their own partner! Coming up here in fifteen!"

Patrick grinned. "Going to get in on that?" 

I laughed. Lap dance contest . . . I couldn't imagine a less likely event for me to participate in. And who would be judging that? "I might give you a lap dance after a dozen more drinks. Not going to be in a competition, though."

"Sounds fun to watch, though," he said. 

I nodded.

Joel reemerged from the crowd, leading a curvy blond by the hand. 

"Hey, guys, this is Sara." Sara was taller than me, wearing a shiny strapless red dress. Her ample breasts looked like they might tumble out of her dress if she weren't careful. I liked the way her straight blond hair brushed her shoulders. I looked at her, thinking about what it would be like to kiss her, to slip my hand inside the top of her dress. 

We made small talk for a few minutes. Sara and Joel were high school sweethearts, and had been swinging for 17 years. They were friendly. I drank some more of my cocktail, again too quickly, and started to relax at last. Now that we were talking to people, I was feeling more comfortable about being here.

"All right, ladies! Let's warm up! Lap dance time -- guys, find a chair and help get these ladies ready to rumble!" 

Joel looked at me, questioningly. I shook my head. 

"I'm sorry, nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that," I said. 

"Understood," he grinned. "Just wanted to let you know that I'd be up for it if you were." He smiled and found a chair as "Imma Be" started playing. A redhead in a tight white dress who seemed to know Joel leapt on top of him with a big smile and started dancing. I watched as her short dress crept up, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. I shifted my weight, noticing again the wetness of my own thong.

"Honey?" Patrick was touching my arm, and I realized he'd been trying to get my attention. 

"Oh, sorry, what's up?"

He leaned close to me. "Sara asked if she could practice her lap dance on me."

"Sure," I shrugged. We'd been to strip clubs before, had both had lap dances. I always enjoyed watching him with another woman, getting turned on, enjoying the attention.

"Are you sure?" he asked, clearly surprised. "I didn't think we were going to touch anyone else. . . . "

And as he spoke, I realized that this was indeed different. Sara wasn't a stripper who would be working for pay; she was offering the lap dance for fun, and because she wanted to, and maybe because she was attracted to Patrick. But while I was trying to decide if I was okay with that, my train of thought was derailed by something that made me check the bottom of my again-empty glass, made me want to check my eyesight, because it couldn't be so. 

The lobby door had just closed behind a tall, lanky man who looked like, no, who had to be Ryan. He was unmistakable, his hair slightly mussed, his brown eyes soft behind glasses. My heart leapt.

"I'm sure, if you want to," I told Patrick. "Do you mind if I go talk to someone?"

"Really?" he asked. "Of course not. Joel?"

"No," I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "Ryan."

Without explaining further, I crossed the room quickly, weaving through the legions of writhing women on top of happily seated men.

"Oh, so the hotel is closed?" I heard Ryan saying to Mary, the woman in charge of running the party. He was looking around in confusion; the hotel certainly didn't look closed.

"Yeah, there's another hotel right across . . . "

I cleared my throat. "Can I pay his fee and get him in?" I asked Mary. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan's head swivel toward me.

"Honey, he's just here by mistake," she told me. "He was looking for a hotel and didn't realize this one was closed."

"I just thought he might want to stay for awhile," I said, and turned to look at him. Did he recognize me? 

And then he did. Ryan looked as shocked as I felt. Time seemed to stop as he stared at me uncomprehendingly. It was like a dream, a movie still, and for a moment I thought time was going to hang there forever, but then he nodded. I paid the "single guy" entry fee for him and turned to him.

"What on earth are you doing here?" I asked him. "I thought you were at a conference in St. Louis."

"I was," he said, "but there was an unexpected layover. My flight out is cancelled and I can't get another one till tomorrow. What about you? Aren't you far from home?"

"Yes," I asked, folding my arms across my too-exposed breasts. "And feeling far from my normal self . . . but I'm glad you're here."

"Uh, yeah," he said. "What's going on here?" 

"Swinger party. Lap dance contest," I laughed. "But I'm not really the competitive type. Come on in."

"Okay." He looked utterly dazed, but he smiled at me. 

His hand in mine, I grabbed an empty chair and pulled it across the room to where Sara was rubbing her body against Patrick.

"Honey," I said to Patrick, "this is my friend Ryan, from online. Remember me talking about him?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah," Patrick said. "Hi Ryan." The last part of his sentence was lost as his face disappeared behind Sara's breasts. She had lowered her strapless dress to expose her large round breasts, and her hard nipples were brushing against Patrick's face. He looked delighted.

"Drinks?" I turned toward the voice to see that one of the hosts was offering a tray of shots.

"Sure," I said. Taking two, I handed one to Ryan. We both downed the shots. I took two more, and we swallowed those as well.

Feeling pleasantly floaty, I turned and looked into Ryan's gorgeous eyes. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body, and somehow I sensed that he felt the same thing. I was aware again of wetness soaking my panties, and suddenly I felt a little shy.

"You probably aren't comfortable with this, are you?" I asked. "You can leave if you want."

He hesitated, then reached out to take my hand. "It's weird," he admitted. "But I don't want to leave."

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "Are you sure?"

Ryan's grasp on my hand loosened, and he slowly stroked up my arm, and then down my back, resting his hand on my lower back. He looked into my eyes. "I'm sure." My whole body thrilled at his touch and the lust in his eyes.

"All right, ladies, start your engines!" the DJ said, and the first pulses of "Rude Boy" pumped through the room, animating every female in sight. Breasts jiggled, hips writhed; it was incredibly exciting just looking around. I looked at Ryan and couldn't help but giggle at the choice of song.

But then our laughter faded, and Ryan slide his hand down to my ass, as he slowly, inquiringly pulled me toward him.

In answer, I turned my focus completely on him. I would've thought I would feel silly, self-conscious, but I guess something--the alcohol? the delirious pleasure of finally meeting him?--made me feel uninhibited. We locked eyes, and I started to dance, my body incredibly responsive to his touch, his nearness. I put my hands on his shoulders, moving my hips in a circle, bringing my face close to his, feeling the warmth of his cheek against mine, then I pushed myself up and away, circling my hips around as I turned my back to him, and bent my knees, grinding my ass suggestively downward, and back up. Moving back toward Ryan, I rested my hands lightly on his knees, and moved close to him so that my hair brushed his face, then dragged my hair down his chest and across his lap, then back up. 

He was smiling as I stood back up, and suddenly I couldn't help myself: I pressed my mouth on his. His lips were soft and warm, he tasted amazing, and suddenly we were kissing, our tongues circling around each other. All thoughts the party, the contest, of the people around us, washed away. My hands were on him, sliding over his shoulders, his back, his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. I found myself straddling him, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants. I ground myself against him, my wetness so pervasive now that I felt sure he could feel it soaking through his jeans to his cock.

That thought, that slightly embarrassed amazement at the extravagant wetness of my pussy, faded away, the last bit of self-consciousness. I really can't explain what happened next. I was a woman possessed. I took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, my hands roaming hungrily over his bare chest and belly, teasing his nipples and squeezing his shoulders, massaging his back. I stood up just long enough to tear off my dress, leaving myself wearing nothing but my black lace thong. Were people staring? I don't know. I didn't care. I fumbled trying to unfasten his jeans, so he stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear. He kicked off his shoes and brought his feet out of his pants, and I moaned at the sight of his gorgeous hard cock standing erect for me. I kissed his mouth again, slowly and firmly, and then I knelt between his knees and gingerly tasted his cock. He tasted salty and delicious. Moaning again, I took his cock into my mouth, slowly sliding my lips down the length of his shaft, thrilling at the feel and taste of him, and the sound of him groaning in pleasure. I looked up into his eyes as I sucked him, sliding my mouth firmly up and down his cock, tasting his precum as it leaked into my mouth. 

Ryan reached down to touch my breasts, cupping them, caressing them, and playing with my nipples. God, I was horny. I sucked him harder, massaging his balls gently with one hand, pumping his shaft with my other hand while my mouth concentrated on the head of his cock. He tasted so good, felt so perfect in my mouth. I felt him start to buck against my mouth, and I could tell he was into it, so I let him dictate the rhythm, looking into his eyes, looking forward to feeling him cum in my mouth. 

But Ryan had something else in mind. Moving his hands from my breasts to my arms, he pulled me upward and toward him.

"Would you be willing . . .?" he asked, and started sliding my thong down. 

Suddenly my mind reeled for a moment. I looked over at Patrick. He was watching us. Everybody was watching us. "Honey . . .?" I wasn't sure how to complete the question.

"Go ahead," Patrick whispered, and I could tell he was almost as turned on as I was. "Whatever you want. This is wonderful."

So I turned back to Ryan. I slid my panties the rest of the way down, exposing my shaved pussy, so dripping wet that the air felt cold on me. But not for long. I swung my leg back over Ryan's lap, straddling him, rubbing my soaking wet pussy lips against the head of his cock, feeling as though the core of my body were a vacuum, aching to have him inside me. I reached down, took his hands, and moved them to my ass, and he guided me down onto his cock. 

For a moment I thought I would cum instantly, just from the feeling of him inside me. His cock was so perfect in size and shape, filled me so completely that I had to pause to relish the overwhelming pleasure of him inside me, as I willed my body to slow down. His hands on my ass, Ryan started to move me slowly up and down on his cock, as I leaned forward to put my arms around him, to press my breasts against his chest, my legs wrapping around him, my whole body trying to envelop him as my mouth met his again and we kissed. Nothing else was in my consciousness but our bodies entwined, moving together,melding together. I felt myself start to climax, too soon but I couldn't help myself, and all at once he was cumming inside me too, his cock pulsing and exploding, filling me as I moaned out loud, screaming my pleasure, my pussy spasmed on over and over, gripping his cock tight inside me. Watching his face while he came, feeling the power of our orgasms fill us both together was so incredible, so overwhelming that for a moment I thought I would pass out.




Layover



I kissed him, contracted my pussy hard to hug his cock still inside me, and closed my eyes, delaying the return to reality. When I finally opened my eyes, it was to an awestruck, silent crowd of people, clearly mesmerized. I felt shy again. 

"Here," Patrick said, handing me my dress with a smile, and I quickly pulled it on and handed Ryan his clothes. People were starting to return to their own partners. A different song was playing, people were still lap dancing, I supposed the contest was still going on. I guessed we were in the type of environment where our behavior wasn't earth-shaking. Not for the observers, anyway. 

Dressed again, trembling in the aftermath of my intense orgasm, I turned to Ryan. "Are you okay?" 

He smiled at me. "I am," he said. 

"Good. Because that was incredible." I leaned in to kiss him again, and turned to Patrick. "What would you think of offering Ryan our extra bed?"

Patrick smiled. "Sounds fine. Maybe you'd like to show him where our room is?" 

"Excellent idea," I said, and took Ryan's hand. "Let's go."

In the hotel room, I again felt shy. Ryan seemed to feel a little more uncomfortable too.

"So what happened to your flight home?" I asked.

"Oh, mechanical problems. No other flights available till tomorrow."

I smiled. "How terrible." Our eyes met, and in spite of my shyness, I felt myself propelled toward him. "This is amazing luck."

He looked down at me, and brushed a wisp of hair from my face. "I'm feeling really lucky right now."

"Me too." I put my hands on his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss me softly. The feeling of being close to him, the taste and smell of him, again intoxicated me, and I kissed him more deeply as we moved toward one of the beds. His hands were exploring my body, following each curve. We lay down on the bed, side by side, kissing, and I draped a leg over him, pulling him closer. I could feel that he was hard again under his jeans, and I pressed my groin toward his as he cupped a breast, then slipped his hand under the thin lacy fabric of my dress to tease my nipple. I moaned, and sat up, kneeling on the bed to pull the dress down to my waist, freeing my breasts. He sat up so that he could massage them, then sucked one nipple, pinching and pulling the other lightly with one hand. My hands were in his hair, on his back. He slid his free hand around to my back, then down, around my ass, and under my dress to feel my wet pussy through my panties. I moaned at his touch, and in response he slipped a finger inside my panties, penetrating me.

"Oh, god, Ryan," I said. "I love how you touch me."

"Mmmm, me too, Honey," he said. "You feel so good."

I shifted my weight and pushed him gently down onto the bed, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants. I took off my panties and pressed the wet crotch of them to his face for him to smell. He inhaled deeply and moved them aside, pulling me to him. I kissed him and climbed on top of him again.

But just then the door to the hotel room opened. I dropped to the bed, instinctually pulling the bedspread around us. It was Patrick, and he had brought Sara with him. 

"Kind of shy now?" he asked with a grin.

I laughed. "I know. I can't let anybody see me naked."

Sara laughed too. "We'll see about that. Is it ok if I join you guys?"

I looked at Ryan. He glanced at Sara, then back at me. "Sure."

Sara sat beside us on the bed and gently pulled the bedspread from my hand. Propped on one elbow, I raised a hand to her cheek. "You're beautiful," I told her. I was dimly aware of Patrick leaving the room.

"Thanks," she smiled. "You're cute too." I stroked her soft hair, then pulled her toward me, kissing her soft, full lips. As she leaned in and I tilted back, I could feel Ryan's warmth behind me, his hand caressing my arm and back. Still kissing Sara, I reached back to stroke Ryan's thigh, then moved my hand to Sara's silky, tanned shoulder, sliding down to fondle her breast under her dress. Her nipple hardened under my fingers, and I rolled it gently between my fingers. "Mmmm," she breathed. 

I put a hand behind Sara to unzip her dress. She wiggled out of it and Ryan and I moved to make room for her to lie down beside us on the bed. Ryan was spooning me; I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back, and his lips on the back of my neck sent a shiver through me. I put my arms around Sara and pulled her close, bringing her sweet mouth to mine as I explored her body.

Her breasts were larger than mine, with soft pink nipples. I cupped them in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs, then pinching them gently, feeling them grow taut and hard. Her hands were on my breasts too, caressing them, rubbing my nipples against her open palms. At the same time, I could feel Ryan's hands on me, on my waist, my hips, between my legs. 

I was getting wetter, my breathing faster, and Sara was breathing harder too. I slid a hand down, inside her panties. She felt as wet as I was. 

I whispered, "Sara? Can Ryan fuck you?"

"God, yeah," she breathed. I slid her panties down and she moved onto all fours. As Ryan moved to the side of the bed behind her, I played with her tits, hanging down into my hands, rubbing and twisting her nipples, and I watched her face and as he entered her from behind. God, the ecstasy on his face as he slid inside her wet pussy! She moaned. I stroked her face gently, and she turned toward my hand and kissed it. I traced her lips with a finger, and she bit my finger gently, then sucked it into her mouth. I felt a jolt of electricity straight from my finger to my pussy. 

I reached for her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit while feeling, with my fingertips, Ryan's cock moving in and out of her. She looked transported as she leaned down to kiss me. Her pussy was so wet that it was a struggle keeping my fingers on her clit. All of a sudden she was climaxing, her throaty moans electrifying my body, making me feel like I could almost orgasm just from the sound. I locked eyes with Ryan, both of us enveloped in her pleasure.

Sara fell onto the bed, spent. Ryan circled back around the bed and lay beside me, his warm body molded to mine. I could feel that his cock was still hard, and I could feel it throbbing against me as we embraced. He played with my breasts, kneading my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I kissed his neck and mouth, and then raised myself onto all fours, kissing down his chest and belly to his cock. I started with my tongue at the base of his shaft and slowly licked upward to the head. Then I slid my mouth over him and took him into my mouth all at once, the delicious hardness filling me to my throat. I could taste Sara's pussy on his cock as I licked him clean. My mouth was warm, but even so, his cock felt hot against my tongue as I moved my head up and down over the top of his cock, one hand moving firmly up and down from the base. I looked up; he was watching me suck him, his eyes full of lust and pleasure at the sensation. 

I felt Sara's hand on my pussy, softly massaging my wet lips and clit, and I moaned in pleasure, Ryan's cock still in my mouth, tingling with the vibrations of my sounds. Sarah repositioned herself so that her face was close to mine and I pulled Ryan's cock out of my mouth, sucking as I pulled it out so that there was a popping sound as it came out. Sara immediately took his cock into her mouth, sucking him as I continued to pump his shaft.

"I'm close," Ryan warned, and I gently pushed Sara away. It was my turn. I took his cock into my mouth and watched his face as I sucked him and pumped his cock, my tongue moving firmly against his shaft and frenulum as he groaned and I felt his cum gush into my mouth in rhythmic pulses. After a couple of pulses, I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat and let him finish there, holding all of him in my mouth until he was done, before letting his softening cock slide gently from my mouth and swallowing his load.

Ryan collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, I thought, but he pulled me toward him. "Sit on my face," he said, and I moved on top of him, bringing my pussy to his lips. He kissed my shaved pussy, flicking his tongue gently around the outside of my pussy lips, driving me mad with pleasure. My hips moved against him involuntarily as his tongue explored me. I felt the tip of his tongue find the jewelry that adorned my pierced clit hood, and as he manipulated it lightly, my clit swelled and ached. He slid a finger inside me, finding and pressing my g-spot as his tongue teased my clit, moved down to lick my juices, and went back to my clit, circling it and then tapping gently against it. I moaned in ecstasy, leaning over to kiss Sara, careful not to move away from the delicious feeling of Ryan's tongue and fingers. 

I felt myself start to climax again, and as I did, Ryan slipped another finger inside my pussy and started to suck at my clit, tonguing me between each suck, until I came hard, thrusting my hips against his face and moaning loudly, almost in pain from the incredible intensity. He kept his mouth on me while I came, letting me move against him at will, and then followed my orgasm with a soft lick that was almost too much to bear. I dropped to the bed beside him, wrapping my arms and legs around him. 

"Thank you," I breathed. "My god, thank you." I nuzzled against him, his arm around me, and I pulled the covers up, enveloping us in warm softness. I pressed my body against Ryan's and drifted into sleep, hoping that I wouldn't wake to find that it was only a dream.



Layover



You text me one foggy morning at 5 am.

"I'll be on a 4 hour layover at LAX. Can we get together for lunch?"

(Some quick reworking of my day...) then: "what time?"

"Flight gets in at 11."

"... Sure."

You give me the necessary airline info, and I snow my way out of work. 

The next 5 hours are torture. Waiting wondering wishing and ... Waiting. 

Fighting the traffic on the 10 and 405, I slide into the pick-up lane at LAX and find you waiting with a backpack slung over your shoulder, wearing 501 jeans and a button down blue shirt (which brings out your eyes). You smile, wave and step over to open the car door. As you slide in, I greet you with an awkward leaning-over-the-console-hug which feels very safe and friendly. 

"Wow, so good to see you!" 

You reply, "You too... Thanks for rescuing me from 4 hours of boredom."

"Where do you want to go? Are you hungry?"

"Later... Let's drive up the coast and see what looks good," you suggest.

The conversation continues as I make my way out of the LAX maze and over to the PCH. I learn you are on your way through to Phoenix for a job interview tomorrow, and we talk about the kids. It's funny how the struggles we have are almost identical. All at once you reach over and take my hand in yours. "Jen..." you whisper hoarsely, "are you really going to make me ask?"

I squeeze your hand, smile at you and pull my hand away.

I pull into a parking lot on the ocean side of PCH and shift into park, kill the engine and turn to face you. Our eyes lock and I lean in, pulling your face to mine to kiss you, finally. 

As expected, the chemistry is perfect and sparks fly as we deepen the kiss. Your lips fit mine perfectly, your tongue darts in to taste me and I'm swept up in passion. My hands trail from your jawline down to your collarbone and flatten out to slide down your (rock hard) abs before resting on your waist. Your hands tangle in my hair as you hold my face still kissing me with an intensity I'd long forgotten. The mysterious responses all over my body from this one kiss are amazing: my nipples harden, my panties dampen, my heart races and it's as if the surf is pounding in my ears. My hands find your belt and seek to loosen it. 

You break off the kiss to look around, survey our surroundings. It's the parking lot of an upscale seafood restaurant which opens for dinner at 5. No one is around, and the parking lot is deserted. The windshield looks out over the ocean, still shrouded in fog, so much so that in fact my car cannot be clearly seen from the road, so ensconced are we in the fine mist. You smile at me and shift the lever to ease your seat back. Grimacing from some residual shoulder and back pain, you find a comfortable spot and draw me over you. It's a bit awkward in your lap this way, but you are able to pull me down into a full body press and continue kissing me, your hands free to roam my body. Sliding your hand along my thigh and up my dress, you grab a handful of my tush and squeeze. 

I squirm, needing fewer layers of clothes between us. "Let's get in the back..." I suggest, opening the door and slipping out. The back seats of my Nissan Xterra are folded up, leaving a wide cargo area. Having just returned from a camping trip, I luckily still had blankets, sleeping bags and pillows back there. "This is so perfect," you remark, and I blush. Perhaps subconsciously I had wanted to prepare for this possibility. Climbing in the back I direct you to take your shoes off and undo your belt and the buttons of your pants. 

"You don't happen to have a condom, do you?" I ask. Now it's your turn to blush as you sheepishly produce several packs from your jacket's pocket.

We resume kissing and fondling and you slide my dress up and over my head. Now clad in only a bra and panties, I feel very exposed. My hands go to my tummy, still soft despite losing weight and strength training. You take my hands away and say, "Stop. You're beautiful." And you kiss from my breastbone down to the elastic band of my bikini panties, which reach just below my hipbones. 

Returning to my collarbone, your kisses burn like fire as my whole body responds. "Mmmmm." You murmur in my ear, and it sounds like a purr. I can feel you, hard against my thigh, pants half undone. I slide my hands across your back and down, slipping the jeans further off. You roll over and remove them entirely, as well as your boxers, taking the opportunity to look around the lot again. 

Still very much alone, the mist has turned to rain and it begins to ping gently on the roof of the car. I squeal with delight and pull you closer to me, kissing your mouth with renewed enthusiasm and passion. "She does like the rain..." you whisper into my mouth, and I smile, feeling your hardness press against my panties. "One of us still has too much clothing on..."

In the darkening light, gloomy from the weather, I almost feel safe to strip entirely, but I ask you to close your eyes. You reluctantly acquiesce, your expression clearly mocking me for the request. Once naked however, our warm bodies pressed together, both of us forget our inhibitions and we begin to move, touching, stroking, kissing... licking, spreading, probing... My legs wrap around your waist and the head of your penis presses against my folds. 

You roll off, saying, "Just ONE quick moment..." And I hear the sound of a wrapper tearing. You sheath your cock and return to me, settling your hips comfortably between my legs. We fit so well together.

"Where were we? ... Oh yes..." Warm soft and wet contrasts with your hardness and you easily penetrate. "Damn you are tight..." you growl, rotating your hips and delving deeper. 

"You're perfect..." I say as I press my hands on your low back, massaging the tension away. 

By now the rain is coming down in sheets around us, thundering as it pours. We are the only two people on the planet. 

Electricity is running through your body and you kiss me hard. You kiss my neck and slide in to the hilt... You back out and move back in, nibbling my neck and up to my ear. Shivers run down my spine and I clutch at you, my legs tightening around your waist. Moving faster, I moan in your ear, "yes, baby..."

You're possessed, your body moving with mine. 

Faster

Harder

I'm moving with you, crying out, "oh god yes!"

Tremors run through me as my orgasm unleashes and electricity pulses through my brain. Your body tenses, you are so close, I can feel it... You push in as far as you can go, and your body unloads.

I moan in your ear, "yes, yes, yes..."

Spent, we lay in each other's arms listening to the falling skies, the rumbling thunder and the cracking lightening. It is a perfect afternoon.



Layover at LAX



I had an overnight layover at LAX on my way to my next assignment to a major base outside of Tokyo. So, since my favorite cousin, Alsace, lived nearby and I hadn't seen her in a couple of years, I gave her a call.

When we were in High School and College, she was always there for me whenever I had a broken heart, which was more frequently than I wish to recount. Among my relatives, I guess she was my best friend. I always felt I could tell her anything. Sadly, we had to restrict our visits to the telephone since she moved to Los Angeles. We would have a lot to catch up on.

She sounded really glad to hear from me and immediately insisted that I stay at her place; she could take me to the airport in the morning to catch my flight, and she'd throw in a home cooked steak dinner too. How could I pass up a sweet deal like that?

Alsace is my first cousin and a fantastic beauty. At 5'10", 32, slim, dark eyes, full lips, raven hair and ample breasts, any man would find her irresistible. Smart too! She is a partner in a successful accounting firm. The most important bit of news that I eagerly awaited her telling me all about was her fiancé, Gene, whom I had not yet met, and probably would not this trip since he worked in San Francisco and they only got together on weekends.

When the taxi dropped me off at her place, Alsace met me at the door with a rusty nail [my favorite drink] and an exuberantly warm hug. She was stunningly dressed in patent leather heels, a straight black skirt and a black and white striped silk blouse under a black jacket, suitable business attire; she must have just gotten home from work. She showed me to the guest room to drop my bags and then to the bathroom off the master bedroom in the small but adequate apartment, to take a shower, [which she apparently discovered I needed badly when she hugged me.] She offered me a folded black terrycloth robe a fresh bar of black Magno bath soap and a freshly poured rusty nail, and left me to my ablutions.

Her shower sported one of those hand held shower heads with a half a dozen settings; I tried them all. I especially liked the vibrating pulse settings that woke up those hard to reach places that tend to fall asleep on long flights. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that some of the more aggressive settings could provide quite a jolt if aimed at one's balls!

"The bathroom is all yours", I declared emerging after about 20 minutes in the black robe, showered and shaved, and renewed, but hungry as a bear! I hadn't eaten anything but snacks since breakfast before dawn, and it was already 6:30 PM [plus 3 hours from New York time,] dead of night in this season.

"Great, I'm next. All you need to do is watch the steaks, I just put them in. I'll be out in a jiffy." And she disappeared into her bedroom.

The table was already set, salad tossed and the open bottle of California rose` and almost empty glass indicated that I wasn't too far ahead of Alsace in the alcohol department.

Her entrance in her own terrycloth robe, this one in white, was a matter of perfect timing, as I was just taking the steaks out of the broiler. She had tied her hair up in a ponytail with a white satin ribbon. "Tell me all about him," I prompted.

"Frankie, he's wonderful! 6 foot, dark hair, athletic, he plays racquetball, and successful; he has his own law office, franchise law!" Turning, she took his picture off the mantle over the fireplace where a fire was roaring. She stretched it out to me with her left hand showing off her huge diamond engagement ring, [a motion she has been practicing on all her girlfriends, no doubt.] He was a good looking man, kinda like a masculine Rock Hudson.

As we consumed the meal, she filled me in on all the incidentals: his car, his house, where he has taken her on vacation and weekends, how well he treats her, and so on. I sat back in my chair, having emptied my plate, and sipped on my second glass of wine. Having reached a sufficient state of inebriation, I felt comfortable enough to ask the only real question that hadn't already been answered yet, "How is he in bed?"

Alsace blanched and dropped her hands to her lap; she lowered her head, licked her lips and sheepishly replied, "I'm still a virgin."

Wow, I was floored! "Come on, a fox like you? Surely it couldn't be for lack of hounds."

"Mamma, taught me to wait for marriage, I just didn't think it would take this long."

"How does Gene feel about this?" I pried.

"Oh ... well ... we've ... talked about it, and he's OK with waiting for the honeymoon, but I can tell he's terribly frustrated."

"I'll bet he is!" I smiled and took another sip of my drink. Alsace emptied her glass and poured another, polishing off the second bottle.

She took a long swallow and continued, "He suggested oral sex, but I feel so stupid ... Look, you're my cousin ... I can talk with you about this, can't I?"

"Of course you can, I'm here for you," finally an opportunity for payback after all the times I cried on her shoulder.

"Then, can you teach me what to do?" I almost choked on my drink. We had always been close, but I never expected her to leap that far! She must have had more to drink than I thought. It's one thing to talk about it, another thing entirely to teach someone the specifics. Well, we are cousins, and I guess we should be helping each other with seriously confidential things, right?

"Sure, you came to the right guy; I have taught several of my lady loves the art of fellatio over the years. Let's retire to the living room and get more comfortable." I grabbed our drinks.

The living room was well appointed in white, with a leather sectional, and chairs. The dark hardwood floor was covered with flokati rugs. The fire was gas, and gave off enough heat on this chilly evening that I felt comfortable enough to open my robe a bit at the top as I sat in one of two overstuffed chairs. Alsace took the other, facing me.

I donned my professorial role, "Well, first thing I want to say is that we should treat this subject academically, clinically if you will. In order to reduce any potential for embarrassment, I will, whenever possible, use clinical terms, expanding into slang to broaden your vocabulary."

"OK, sounds like an approach I can deal with."

"I guess we really need to begin with determining your current level of experience. Have you tried to fellate Gene? That is, did you attempt to suck his cock when he suggested it?"

She clutched at the neck of her robe, and sank further into her chair. "No ... I - I was afraid I might ... I don't know ... hurt him. I don't know what to do," she wined.

"OK, that's reasonable. Have you brought him to climax through masturbation, in other words you have jerked him off, haven't you?"

"No."

"Hmm, have you touched his penis?"

"No."

"Have you even seen his penis?" This was getting more and more unbelievable every second. This guy must be a saint!

"He wanted to show it to me, but I was too embarrassed, and afraid of where it might lead. I know he really loves me, and wants to make love with me ..." she trailed off in a desperate voice.

He must! I continued, "Have you ever even seen an adult man's penis, other than in a photograph?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head softly, her long black ponytail waving back and forth.

I opened my robe and brazenly exposed my now stiff member, "Allow me to introduce you to Dick! This is what an erect adult penis looks like." She dropped her hand from her neckline and grasped the arms of her chair with a death grip that spoke of the stress she was feeling, and immediately looked away. Then after a moment, almost beyond her control, she looked back. Her eyes got big, and she sat forward in her chair.

"Oh ... it's so ... large!" she exclaimed almost breathlessly.

"No, actually it's pretty average. Some are smaller, many are larger. I wouldn't be surprised if Gene sports one larger than this one. But, don't worry; I'm sure he'll be very gentle with you."

Then, not wanting to lose credibility with my new student, I continued in my own defense, "As you've probably already heard, 'it's what you do with what you've got, and never mind how much you've got.'"

"Hmm, Brer Rabbit," she remarked. She was always able to catch my references. I loved that about her.

"Precisely ...," I stood and went into the kitchen, walking past her with my robe wide open so she could get a good look. I returned with refreshed drinks, straight scotch this time, a single malt from her well stocked bar. She took hers and drank half of it down with a gulp, then realizing too late that this was not wine, almost choked, then giggled. I sat back with my robe wide open and spread my legs so she could have an unobstructed view of my balls. My penis twitched every few seconds as I waited for her to say something.

She was riveted, touching her lower lip with her index finger.

After what seemed like an extraordinarily long pause, she softly entreated, "May I touch it?"

"Of course. Why don't you come closer and sit here," I took a cushion from the couch and placed it on the floor in front of me, "so you can get a good view, and I'll point out some features and terms."

She came over and demurely sat before my spread legs, making sure her breasts were not exposed. She anxiously reached out with one finger and gently poked at my engorged joy stick, then giggled.

"That part of the penis is called the shaft, above it is called the corona or hood, sometimes called the head, on the end is the little hole indicating the end of the urethra, commonly referred to as the pee hole, where the urine and semen comes out. Not at the same time. Below the penis is the scrotum which contains the testicles, usually just called balls. They are very delicate, but I trust you to cup them gently in your hand ... that's good. Now knead them ... GENTLY... that's it. Now holding my ball sack in one hand, grasp the shaft firmly, but lightly with the other and stroke it slowly up and down, sliding the loose skin over the shaft and the head. The slower you go, the longer the experience can be prolonged and the climax all the greater.

"Have you really never done this before? You pick things up quickly, you might be a natural."

"I really hope so; I want him to like it."

Suddenly she stopped with a curious look on her face. "What's that?" Alsace asked, a little distressed, and pointed at the small bead of fluid forming at the end of the urethra, "Did you climax already? Or is that pee?"

I smiled, tolerantly, "No, darling cousin, that's what is called Cowper's fluid, also known as 'precum' it is intended to provide a measure of lubrication. It's harmless, and even has a pleasant taste." I reached down with my forefinger and thumb and picked up a drop and placed it on my tongue.

At first Alsace seemed shocked, then she thought about it for a second and copied my movements, drawing a three inch string behind it as she brought it to her mouth. Cocking her head to one side, she said, "Yeah, it's OK. A little salty, but nice."

Sweet cousin, you never cease to amaze me.

"Okay, then, on to phase two. Next we're going to need a prop. Do you have a sausage or hot dog in the house?" Negative reply. "How about a zucchini or cucumber?" No, again. "Hmm, no prop. That does pose a problem."

"It shouldn't, we don't really need a prop ... you're here, and you brought your little friend 'Dick'," Alsace offered, smiling and waited for approval.

"Very well. Works for me."

Now there's a stretch I hadn't expected, I thought, trying hard not to seem surprised, but it didn't work.

"Why are you shocked, I already tasted your ... cowboy ... whatever, stuff. What's the big deal?"

"Cowper's fluid. And I'm not shocked, just a little surprised. You have been an unending source of revelation this evening. Starting with the fact that you are getting married in six months and you're still a virgin, at 32!"

"Look, I intend to still be a virgin on my wedding day. I'm just tired of being the perpetual dumb virgin who doesn't know anything about what my friends have been doing for two decades, and too embarrassed to ask them! I'm ready to learn from somebody I can trust not to make fun of me or gossip about me. So teach me."

I felt overcome with humility that she should think so highly of me. I got down on one knee so that I was on the same level as she, and hugged her lovingly and long then kissed her on the cheek and sat back in the chair. Almost immediately a pall cast over her face and her eyes welled up.

"What's wrong? [Sniff.] Am I so unappealing you can't kiss me for real?"

"No, no, no! How could you think such a thing? You are gorgeous! And so sexy! I just thought we wanted to keep this an academic exercise. It's just that I care about you so much that there is no way I want to become an obstacle between you and Gene. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I bent down again and kissed her full on the lips. Her mouth opened tentatively, and I slipped my tongue in gently and rotated it around hers. Her eager response indicated she was hungry.

"Can't I just pretend for this evening that you are Gene and you love me as much as he does? I want to do this for him, so be him ... just for tonight. OK?"

"OK, it's a deal. But, I'm still going to be the teacher, and you're still going to be the student. Are you cool with that?"

"Sure, Professor."

"And I'm going to insist that you never, EVER mention this to Gene. If you have any intention of making your marriage work you must never give him any reason to suspect this evening ever happened."

"Oh, he knows he has nothing to be jealous about," she offered, offhand.

"Never the less, trust me on this. Promise me that he will never know about it, that means you must never tell anyone, because some day that person might get drunk or something and mention that you gave me a blow job after denying him. Believe me, when it finds its way back to him, he will NOT be OK with it!

"And another thing, PLEASE, never refer to a man's penis as little anything. It goes to his feelings of masculinity. "

"OK, I promise. But what do I say if he gets suspicious because of what I learn from you?"

"In the first place, you shouldn't pull all your tricks on him the first time. Pull them out a little at a time, so they look like you are coming up with them more or less spontaneously. And if he does start to get inquisitive, just tell him that when he suggested oral sex, you did some research on the internet, and watched some porn. Of course you can't really learn loving from porn, that's not what porn is about, but I'll bet you can look innocent enough to pull it off."

"Do you mind if I smoke? It will help relieve my anxiety," she asked. I shook my head. "Do you want one?"

"Nah, I quit years ago, but you go ahead, it doesn't bother me." She went to the intricately carved buffet and opened a drawer and withdrew a plastic bag, and a lighter, put a joint in her mouth and lit it. "Oh, I thought you meant tobacco. I'll have a hit off yours." Always a new twist, and I thought I knew her! Looks like five years in California, and I have a whole new cousin.

She sat back down on the cushion and we killed the doobie. I could see that she was as stoned as I was, and it was good.

She looked up at me with her doe eyes and asked, "OK, Professor, what do we do next?"

I patted the inside of my right thigh and said, "Rest your head right here and play with my cock. Just get creative and enjoy exploring a new toy." Yes she was a natural, she stroked me, squeezed me, ran her finger around the head, harvested another drop of fluid, and as she started to bring it to her lips with a look of delight I stopped her. "Try using it as a lube."

She smiled, "There'll be more presently, I expect," and sucked the droplet from the end of her perfectly manicured finger. And she was right. When it appeared she spread it around the hood and pretended she was ice skating on it.

"Kiss it, if you like," and she did, and a new bead formed. This time she didn't bother with her fingers and just licked it from the end of my love muscle.

"Wow, the head's really smooth! Are they all like this?"

"Well, I have very little practical experience with that aspect, but I suspect they are all pretty much like that. God wouldn't have wanted a man to hurt the woman he loved whenever they got it on.

"Darling, look up into my eyes whenever you have your mouth near my junk. It will reinforce in me the belief that what you are doing, you do out of love and not out of lust.

"Now lick it up and down the front, then the sides, then around the head. Tickle the pee hole and the area directly below it with your tongue. That's it. Now, being careful not to touch it with your teeth, put your lips and tongue over the head and with light suction draw your head back, resulting in a smacking sound. Then ask me if that feels good."

"Does that feel good?"

"You bet! You're doing really well. Continue to explore, and try new things.

"FYI, even though it's called a 'blow job,' no actual blowing is done." She nipped at it with her lips, and treated it like an ear of corn; she even tried to put the whole thing in her mouth, but only got about 2 ½ inches before she gagged. "What you tried to do is called "Deep Throat" from the movie of the same name, and is an advanced technique that takes lots of practice to overcome the gagging reflex. You might want to buy hot dogs and practice on each one till you get it right, then graduate to kielbasa. By the honeymoon, you should be able to insert the entire sausage without gagging. Then you will be ready for the real thing. But, I advise you not to practice with bananas; the gag reflex could break off a piece and end up choking you.

"Try putting my balls in your mouth, one at a time. Just be gentle." She did, and was. Then she went back to sucking me up and down while stroking me with her right hand.

"I caution you, if you start this with Gene, you must bring him to climax, that is you MUST make him cum, either with your mouth or with your hand. Prolonged sexual stimulation without ejaculation can result in a condition commonly known as 'blue balls', it is characterized by swelling of the testicles, and is very painful for the man. But if you don't want to go through with this tonight, I'll understand and I'll take care of it myself. Just don't do that to him or he will feel rejected.

"Another thing, when he does cum into your mouth, DO NOT SPIT IT OUT, just go ahead and swallow it. You can't believe how much he will appreciate that. It's a guy thing."

Without removing her head or missing a stroke, she replied, "Mm hmm."

A shiver ran up my spine, "That does remind me, do you and Gene have a favorite song?"

"Mm hmm," and an electric shock replaced the shiver.

"Hum it. It's a very romantic thing to do, and it feels great, like a vibrator." Immediately, she got to her knees and while ministering to the one eyed snake, she started humming the old classic, "Only You", which I felt was a bit ironic at the moment.

"When you dance to that tune at your reception, I guarantee he will get a hard on, remembering what you have done for him." She continued, but with a smile on her face, imagining that moment when his pants will bulge out while every eye is on them, so he will have to hold her closely so her dress hides it and no one else will notice. But she'll notice.

"Another advanced technique, and only if you are brave enough, is to insert your finger, just to the first knuckle, [I illustrated by putting my thumb beside the first knuckle of my index finger] into his anus. This can be a very pleasurable experience while getting head." She was brave enough. No sooner had I finished speaking, than I felt her right hand probing up under my balls. I slipped down a little in my chair and raised my pelvis slightly to make her attempt easier. I was glad she wasn't the kind of girl who went in for salon nails! I moaned as she penetrated.




Layover at LAX



She raised her head, "Does that feel good?"

"Uh huh!" she learns fast. I continued moaning and grasped her by the ponytail, controlling her speed.

Before long, between the humming and the stroking and the sucking and the licking and the squeezing and the penetrating, the moans came closer and closer together. She looked up at me with anticipation, and my eyes rolled back in their sockets. She got the message, and was not surprised when I moaned, "I'm cumming!"

Alsace immediately removed her head from my bone but continued to stroke it till I groaned like a brain eating zombie and spewed a torrent into the air, onto my hairy pubis, all over her hand, and a dollop landed on her upper lip. She giggled, "A gusher!" She grinned, and with her tongue, wiped the cum from her lip. "Hmm ... different. Not bad, just different," she remarked, thoughtfully.

"Yeah, this actually has sperm in it." She looked concerned. "Don't worry, it can't hurt you, in fact recent research indicates it can actually be good for pregnant women and those who wish to become pregnant. Supposedly, it actually assists the woman's body to become tolerant of her lover's DNA so there won't be any rejection issues during conception or thereafter."

She licked her hand clean, "Well, my DNA won't help you," I offered.

"I don't care, I like it," she retorted, and proceeded to clean me up with her tongue.

She squeezed my cock trying to milk a drop or two more, and I cringed, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, right after a man cums, his dick often gets very, I mean VERY sensitive, and if it is still in your mouth, you should be exceedingly gentle with it."

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's OK, you didn't know."

"Perhaps another smoke will make it all better."

"I do believe it will."

Alsace crawled up into my lap and we shared a second joint.

After a while, she slid back down to the floor and took my now flaccid tool between two fingers and tried to restore life to it by performing CPR. Obviously, she wanted to suck it some more, so I explained that it would be some time before I could get another woody, and she looked disappointed. I stood and took her by the wrist and lead her toward the bedroom. She looked at me puzzled.

"You have another lesson coming." She stopped in her tracks, and her robe opened giving me a glimpse of the magnificent body I had only heretofore imagined. When she first emerged from her shower, my mind's eye envisioned her to be bare breasted with skimpy, lacy panties underneath. The reality was better; she was totally naked under the robe.

She quickly gathered it together to regain her covering and looked at me with an almost saddened, betrayed look. "Don't worry, I don't intend to fuck you. That's reserved for Gene. You said you wanted to learn about oral sex, well, you've only learned about half. Now I get to return the pleasure, and you get to learn what cunnilingus is like." She drew me toward her and kissed me deeply, squeezing my ass with both hands. I took that to mean, "OK". She followed me into the bedroom.

The bedside light was on, I turned to her and grasped her robe by the shoulders pealing it down till it fell to the floor along with mine. I kissed her till she gasped writhing in my arms, moved to her ears, then down her throat to her left breast, licking and nipping. The nipple stood straight out and the curve of her breast aimed it toward the ceiling. "Perfect," I remarked, and moved to the right one. She was breathing heavily now, so I turned her and sat her on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, it was my turn to kneel before her. She tried to watch, but when I put her legs on my shoulders she acquiesced and leaned back to the mattress. "Have you ever had an orgasm? Either accidentally, or intentionally by stimulating your pussy?"

"What do you mean, 'accidentally'?"

"Well, you could get an orgasm while horseback riding or motorcycling, or you could just rub your pussy with your hand or a wet face towel while bathing, till you climaxed unexpectedly."

I could feel her blush all over her body. "I did it intentionally, with my hand. It is a profound feeling!"

"Good, that was grade school, now you're going to graduate to another level entirely."

First I licked and kissed and nipped the underside of her knees, then worked my way slowly up to her inner thighs, first right, then left, back and forth, till I reached her "mound of Venus." She had a bikini wax so she still had a little hair, almost like an Asian woman. I like that. Too many modern women shave entirely, and I always get the anxious feeling I suspect one gets when he thinks he might be about to violate a pre-pubescent in disguise. Not Alsace, she's all woman. My dick jerked, as though it anticipated plumbing the depths of that well, however, it was not going to enjoy that this evening. I had found her with her hymen intact, and I would leave her that way.

I placed my mouth over her vulva and breathed out deeply, then in through my nose, her musk was intoxicating, [of course, the alcohol and weed did its part too.] I found her clitoris and kissed it. I could feel the wave of delight travel through her body. Her legs crossed my back and drew me in while she lifted her pelvis.

She moaned, "Gene," as I licked up the entire length between her labia. She quivered and moaned his name again, I did not take offense. Actually I was gratified.

I licked up and back down and dipped into her vagina. She was so wet it was literally running from her love canal. I sucked up her juices; she tasted good, clean, like a virgin should. There was no way I would not let Gene get to experience this.

I licked like in the song, up and down and round and round. I zeroed in on her love button and circled it then sucked on it very gently drawing it out to its full erection, then back down to dip into the honey pot again.

Placing my lips around her clitoris again, I breathily declared, "I love you."

She moaned long and low.

I moved my hand up to insert it into her anus, but she grabbed me by the wrist and forestalled my action. She held on to my wrist and squeezed it harder and harder, and I could see she was nearing climax. Then she steered my finger to its intended target, herself. As it penetrated I could feel her stiffen, then she let out with a long, low, rumbling moan that sounded endearingly like, "I love you, Gene." Then, a few seconds later there arose from her throat the beginning of a squeal I didn't think a human could make, and 32 years of repressed sexuality burst forth with a scream that if it hadn't sounded remarkably like a car alarm would certainly have resulted in a visit by the police.

Alsace became limp, and her breathing became so slow I do believe she passed out for a moment. I continued licking, more passively now, and sucking up all the hot juices that still flowed from her secret spring.

When she regained herself, she sat up and drew me up to her. She kissed me long and hard. You might say, gratefully.

"Oh, Frankie. I never imagined! Oh, how could I have denied myself this for so long? Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, Frankie. You are 'the man,' the maestro!

"How about another joint?" We smoked a fat one, and when we finished we commenced to engage in some heavy kissing and petting, loving on each other's bodies till my erection restored. She stopped kissing me and asked, "Is it OK if I suck it some more now?"

"I was just going to suggest that, but let's try another thing you haven't experienced before. It's called '69'."

"Mmmmmm," she responded, as she dove with her mouth toward my crotch. Her aim was perfect, and she resumed practicing everything I had taught her earlier. She gave no notice as I repositioned her body so that I could place my head on her inner thigh, and lifted her left leg so my tongue could gain unhindered access to her delicate private parts. Her pussy was lovely. Like a beautiful, nearly maroon orchid. It was so engorged with hot blood, it almost glowed. I caressed it with my tongue. This time she offered no objection when I inserted my finger into her asshole, but instead started grinding her pubis into my face. I loved it.

I encouraged her to roll over so she was straddling my face. From that position she was wide open, and I could just about see her heart beating. I shook my head from side to side making a sound like you get when trying to shake cranberry sauce from its can.

She ground onto my nose and mouth harder and harder, while keeping the rhythm on my cock. Dipping and sucking and licking and stroking, but most of all sucking. I could feel the heat rise in her body to a three alarm level as she approached her second orgasm. It came and went with a noticeable break in her rhythm and a squeal of delight, but she returned to my pleasure and kept on going, determined to bring me to orgasm a second time. Her third orgasm passed when she released my love lever for a moment while she arched her back, and she seemed to be tiring, but then she got her second wind. She was like the Energizer Bunny!

She was building toward her forth climax when I felt mine approaching. At first, it was just a twinge, then a shiver, then I rolled over onto her and started fucking her face. She just held on to my ass and pulled me into her, sometimes gagging herself. As I was about to be overwhelmed, I tried to roll off of her, but she would have none of it. She rolled with me and regained the superior position working my dick and balls with both hands and her mouth till I exploded between her lips and I could feel her sucking every drop of my jizm from my now quickly deflating cock. The sensation of her peristalsis at the greatest depth that her novice mouth could muster sent my head spinning.

What a woman! Gene has no idea what he is getting.

When we had both regained our breath, I determined emphatically, "You ARE an 'A', student!"

She smiled wantonly and said, "So now teach me about Anal." She had resolved to go for number four!

Hell, there's later flight at 2 PM, but that's another story.



Layover in Philly



I am often required to travel for business and every so often I get to stay with friends or family. On a trip a couple of years ago I was connecting in Philly for a flight to London. Since my stepsister lived there I decided to stay over two nights before continuing my trip. I called Susan and told her I would be there on Friday afternoon and asked her to pick me up. I had not seen my stepsister in 4 years and we needed to do some catching up.

I walked off the plane and started looking for Susan. I remember she had been a little heavy, but she told me on the phone that she had been working out since her divorce and looked a lot better than the last time I had seen her. I remember her when we were growing up, she had been one hot looking girl and if she had not been my step sister, well you can guess I had many a wet dream about her. I looked around the airport lounge and finally came upon a shapely blonde, wearing a short skirt and pull over top that did nothing to hide her curves, who was waving at me. I stared for a second before I realized this was my stepsister Susan. 

She ran over and hugged me and said she was glad to see me. I stepped back and looked her up and down and said, "wow, sis you really look great." She smiled and said thanks and then we walked away to get my bags. I must tell you that my stepsister is 5 years older than I am, but from her looks right now you could not tell. She walked besides me with her arm around my waist, hugging me. I would look down and see her tits bouncing under her top, it was obvious she did not have on a bra, and I felt my cock give an involuntary twitch.

We got my bags and made it to her car. I got in first and when she entered her short skirt road up her legs more and I could not help but look. She playfully smacked me and told me to stop looking at her. I told her I was sorry and smiled. The ride to her house was long and on a couple of occasions I would look over at her legs and tits and then move to adjust myself. I caught her watching but neither of us said anything. We arrived at her apartment and threw my bags into the spare room. She said she would fix us a couple of drinks and meet in the living room. I entered and found her sitting on the couch holding both drinks. I sat next to her and we began to catch up on old times. We laughed about our exploits as kids and then talked about our marriages. She had been divorced for 4 years and me for two. I asked her if she was dating anyone and she said no one special and I replied the same. 

I was feeling pretty good and it was getting late, so I told her I was going to take a shower and get ready for bed, after all we had two days to talk and see each other. I went to my room and stripped then grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom. The two bedrooms faced each other across a hall with the bathroom between them. I jumped into the shower and reached down to grab my cock. I thought about Susan and began to get hard. I rubbed my cock a few times then stopped and told myself that is your sister stupid. I finished and dried off and opened the door to walk back to my room.

Susan was just coming out of her room in a robe. "I thought you would take forever," she said, then stopped at looked at me in the towel. "My little brother, you look a lot better than I remember too." She said as she smiled at me. Her robe was loose fitting and I could see side of her big tit. She saw me looking and then looked down to see what I was staring at. Instead of pulling her robe closed she opened it more and showed me her breasts and hard nipples. 

I stepped forward and looked down at her. I though this is my Stepsister, so it is not really incest. Looking into her eyes, I lifted my arms and started playing with her nipples. She moaned and pushed her tits into my hands. I dropped my hands and until the tie on her robe and let it fall off her shoulders. Dressed she was a knock out, naked standing before me she was even better. I looked down and saw her pussy was shaved. My cock jumped and pushed the towel out from my body. I leaned down and kissed her, as I did she pulled the towel from my body and grabbed hold of my cock.

I broke the kiss and looked at her and asked, " Are you sure about this?" She replied by dropping to her knees and licking my cock then sucking it into her mouth. My ex wife, was a great cocksucker, but Susan put her to shame. She licked the head then down the shaft to my balls. Giving each one a kiss and flick of her tongue before licking back up my shaft and opening her mouth, sucked me completely into her mouth and throat. That was no small feat on her part, my cock is 8 ½ long and 4 inches round. She moved her mouth up and down my cock, letting her nose rest in my public hair as she moved her throat to milk me. I moaned and put my hands on her head. She moaned as she accepted my hands and holding her head I began to move my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth and throat. She dropped her hands to her sides and let me fuck her mouth as hard, fast, and deep as I wanted to. I told her I was close and started to pull my cock from her mouth. She grabbed my ass and pulled my cock back into her mouth and sucked hard and fast, until I came over and over. She swallowed every drop and continued to suck and lick my cock until it was soft and clean.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I kissed down her neck until my lips found her rock hard nipples. Sucking and gently biting each one, I let my hand move between her legs. She opened her legs so I could move my fingers to open her puffy pussy lips and find her clit. As I sucked each nipple, I flicked her clit with my fingers and felt her stiffen and cum. I continued to suck her nipples and pushed a finger into her as she came, grabbing my head and pulling it tight on her tits. 

When her orgasm subsided, I kissed my way down her stomach and move between her legs. I looked at her shaved pussy, right before me and open her lips with my fingers. I leaned forward and licked between her wet lips, tasting her sweet juice. I licked up until I reached her hard clit and flicked my tongue across and around it, then sucked it between my lips. She moaned and said " Oh, my G-d Stephen." As I sucked her clit between my lips, I gently squeezed it between them as I sucked harder and pushed a finger into her hot wet pussy. 

Her hands were pulling my head deep into her pussy and she kept rocking her head back and forth and mumbling, " Oh G-d, Oh G-d, I never." I kept sucking and licking her clit and fingering her as she moaned. I pulled a wet finger from her pussy and moved it to her ass as I licked and sucked harder. When she did not stop me, I pushed my finger into her tight ass and when I did she came again. This time I was there to lap up her juices with my tongue as she came all over my face.

When she finally stopped cumming she pulled me up to kiss me again and said "Stephen, I love you little brother." I placed my head on her tits and let her run her hands through my hair. We fell asleep in that position.

I woke up a couple of hours later, when I felt Susan's mouth sucking my hard cock. I looked down at her as watched her swallow my entire cock. I moved my hands to her head and she looked up. She stopped sucking my cock and moved up to kiss me. Her tongue moved into my mouth and my cock slipped easily into her wet pussy. She pushed up on her arms and sank onto my cock. I looked into her eyes as I filled her and then she began to ride me. Slowly at first then faster and faster, slamming her hot wet pussy onto my cock. I told her I was close and she said wait for her, she moved faster on my cock and said " Now!" I lifted my hips as I came deep inside her lovely tight pussy. She leaned forward when she finished cumming and kissed me again and asked "Only two days?" She lay down on my chest, my cock still nestled in her pussy and we fell back asleep. 

The next two days were filled with our fucking and sucking each other, in her apartment and out of it. If you would like to hear more, let me know and I will write more.