1 comments/ 40271 views/ 4 favorites Night Flight By: starwiz01 I figure that my flight home from the business convention in Seattle would be relaxing. I booked the 9pm flight for the thought I would be able to catch some sleep. I was wrong, this flight was going to be the greatest flight I have every had. Well I should tell you something about myself. I am a 28-year-old computer designer that lives in Cincinnati, Ohio. I am thought of as handsome, being 6'1" and having an average build. My Grey eyes attract the most attention when I meet someone. Well I boarded the aircraft and found my seat. My seat just happened to be in the rear of the plane. As the time drew near to departure. I noticed that this flight was going to be mostly empty. I noticed the Flight Attendant immediately. She was a strikingly beautiful lady, with long black hair and a slim figure. If I had to guess I would say that she wore a B-cup. I watched her as she walked from the front of the plane back to near me. I tell her hello and flash a smile as she gets near. I ask her if this flight is really got any passengers. She looked at me with a pair of deep blue eyes and started to laugh. We start to talk as the plane finishes getting ready for departure. I asked how much work it is for her on these night flights. And she replies by telling me that most of the night flights she has worked are very quiet. It seems that as soon as the plane takes off the vast majority of people go to sleep. After we had taken off, the flight attendant, whose name was Susan, came back and sat down with me to chat some more. Since the almost everyone else was asleep she felt like she could take it easy. We talked about or respective jobs. And how the long hours have effected our love lives. I found out the more that she talked that she was single and lived in the Cincinnati area too. So we started to talk about the town. As we talked I noticed she had moved her hand from the armrest to my knee. We chatted a little more and as we talked her hand started to slip from my knee up my thigh. Once she got to the upper thigh I figured she was really game. So I lean over and kiss her full on the lips. She responded by parting her lips and battling my tongue with hers. As our kisses depend I moved a hand to her thigh and started to rub her leg. At the same time her hand finally completed its journey and started to rub my stiffing cock through my slacks. She finally broke the kiss and whispered in my ear that she wanted me in her mouth now. She quickly unfastened my slacks and reached her hand in and pulled out my now hard cock. She stroked my 9-inch shaft a few times before bending over to kiss the head. A low moan escaped my lips as her tongue snaked out to tease around the head of my cock. My hand moves up her body to lightly cup and caress her breasts. As she takes my cock into her warm mouth I squeeze her right nipple. I feel her tongue working around my shaft as she moves her head up and down. I can't stand to let her have all the fun so I slip a hand under her skirt. And move her soaking panties to the side. I slip a finger into her dripping pussy as she starts to deep throat me. As my fingers find her clit she starts to moan around my cock and rock against my fingers. I know that we are both hot so I urge her to stop sucking and climbing on my cock. She readily agrees and sits up long enough to take her panties off. I slip my slacks down a little. She straddles my lap as I hold onto her. She reaches down and grabs my slick shaft and guides into her dripping pussy. I press my lips to hers to help quiet our moans as she slides onto my cock. As soon as I am fully inside her she starts to rock back and forth. I reach my hands up and quickly unbutton her blouse. I reach in and free her breasts. I bring my lips to her left nipple and gently suck on it, biting it lightly. As I do this her movements become a little faster and a little harder. She grabs my head and pulls it harder to her breast. She starts to moan deeply as her orgasm starts to build. I am matching her movements stroke for stroke. Pushing my cock deep inside her. We are both so hot that we know we won't last much longer. I start to thrust up into her harder and faster as we get hotter and hotter. I am getting close to giving this beauty a flood of my cum. I move my lips back and forth from breast to breast. I am surprised that our moans haven't gotten any attention, but at this point we don't care. I start to feel her pussy grip my cock even tighter as her orgasm races through her body.With one final deep stroke I bury my cock deep in her pussy and spray her with my cum. I know that her pussy is full as I feel our combined juices dripping onto me. As her orgasm subsides she collapses against me resting her head on my shoulder. We don't move for almost ten minutes then she climbs off my semi-hard cock and starts to lick it clean. I feel my cock starting to respond again. In the end we fucked the whole flight. It was surprising that either of us could walk once the plane landed in Cincinnati. But it did. We exchanged numbers and set a date for the following night. But that’s another story. Needless to say, we are know seeing each other almost all the time. I am even thinking of asking her to marry me on our next date. I can only say that I sure found the friendly skies. And maybe you will too. Night Flight Hey Sweetheart, I'm on the plane typing this, so I'll have to email it to you once I get to my hotel room tonight. I loved talking with you this afternoon while waiting for my flight. It was so sweet of you to call me. I'm glad the kids were at school so we could have a chance to visit, at least on the phone, before my flight. Just the sound of your voice really brightened my day. Once on the plane, we sat on the tarmac for almost 15 minutes before taking off and I must have dosed off for a few minutes. I'm glad no one was sitting next to me, as I must have been dreaming of our conversation. When the plane stated to move again, I woke up to a very solid erection. Again, I was glad no was sitting next to me, unless of course, it had been you. I'm not a member of the mile high club and there is no one I'd like to take me through the initiation more than you. Once airborne, we could have slipped out of our seat belts, thrown a blanket over my lap and then waited for your cool hands to start their loving caress. Just typing this and thinking of you has Big Tex standing tall and proud all over again. You'd first rest your head on my shoulder as we'd both pretend to be resting. Once the plane quieted down, you'd slide your hand under the blanket and rest it on my lap. Realizing that you had my total attention you'd first start to rub slowly up and down. Very slowly at first, but soon your hand would gently pull at my zipper with every pass of your hand. Very slowly but surely you'd work my zipper down and run your cool gently hands into my pants. Big Tex would be throbbing, but you'd stroke and smooth him with your soft touch. First with your hand over my boxers, but in no time at all, your fingers would find my fly and your soft sweet fingers tips would be touching my bare skin. I would be rather uncomfortable in my seat, so I would slide as much to the side as possible; raising as little suspicion as possible from the other passengers. You would remove your hand and skillfully unbuckle my belt. You wouldn't be able to push my pants down very far, without me lifting my butt; however you are able to skillfully free Big Tex as much as possible considering the circumstances. Your hand, no longer cool, but still very soft to the touch, moves south again. Running your hand into my boxer shorts, you softly cradle both the twins. Rolling them very tenderly and lovingly in your open hand. My breath quickens as my right hand slides down your back and into your panties. I slowly massage first one butt cheek and then the over. Finally firmly taking both in one hand with my long fingers. My index finger between the two cheeks and slowly feeling for and finding your feminine sweetness. You move your hand back up my rock hard shaft. Stopping at the tip to wet your finger with a drop of pre-cum that has emerged. You slowly take the wet finger to your lips and savor the taste. The cabin lights of the plane are low and most of the passengers are either a sleep or are deep into the latest book they just bought at the airport newsstand. Not being able to wait any longer, you rest your head in my lap. First on top of the blanket, and slowly move under it. I place a pillow over your shoulders and pretend to be asleep. Your right hand is still slowly stroking Big Tex's length and breath. Your lips touch his head and you taste my pre-cum directly from the source. Your head is still as you slowly draw Tex into your mouth. Your hand goes back to work, but oh so softly and slowly. My breath quickens and your hold me tight. You know I'm just seconds from exploding in your mouth, but you want to savor every moment. My breath slows and you return to running your fingers tips up and down. Your head doesn't move, but your tongue dances across Big Tex's throbbing head. First licking the crack of my penis, and then rolling and then circling the head around and around. First one direction and then back the other way. Your finger tips softly touching and stroking me all the while. My breath quickens again and my body tightens. I'm about to explode in your mouth. You stop your hand and tongue, trying to hold me right at the edge. But sweetheart, this time it's too late. I try to hold back myself, but I can't. Your lips, though not moving, hold my manhood so softly, so tenderly, and so completely; I can't help but let go. Your hand moves down to softly cradle the twins and your head moves down slowly engulfing almost half of Big Tex's total length. My face is flush, my breath fast and shallow and my grip on you tightens. My right hand clinches your cute little ass as my middle finger finds its way into you. My left hand grabs your shoulder and holds you tightly into my lap. My left forearm holds tight against your neck and head as wave after wave of total release passes over and through my body. You lay motionless as I slowly release my grip. I try to catch my breath without drawing attention to us. I look around and no one seems the wiser. Or if they are, they're enjoying the moment in there own quiet way. You lay still and never move your head until every drop is gone. With your tongue to quickly and efficiently gave Big Tex a nice licking and tuck him back to bed. I move your head back to the outside of the blanket and we both slowly relax. With you still laying your head in my lap, I pull my right hand from your panties and wrap it around your chest. I'm on the outside of the blanket, but I still cradle your breast in my hand. With my left hand I softly and lovingly caress your hair. We both fall asleep and remain in this position for the rest of the flight. Once we get home, you know what's in store for you as we race for the bedroom. I may have just earned membership in the mile high club, but you're the sweetest angle on earth, and you have just earned your wings. Night Flight It's a long flight through the night, empty enough that we have a row of seats to ourselves -- tucked into the back row, which has the happy advantage of nobody looking forward at us. As the lights go down I look out the window, mesmerized by the city lights we're gradually leaving behind. You lean over my shoulder, pressing close up against me to get a view yourself. "Just imagine all those people down there -- millions." I think aloud, astounded by how far the lights stretch. "I wonder how many of them are as happy as I am right now?" you whisper in my ear, sending small shivers through me as I feel your soft breath against my neck and the weight of your hand resting on my thigh. "Live for your own happiness -- don't compare it to others," I reply, placing my hand on top of yours. As you lean in closer, your breast presses up against my shoulder. I turn to you, look deep into your eyes before our lips touch in a long, soft kiss. Then I chance a look down at your breasts, and as I look back into your eyes I raise my hand to your neck and slowly trace a line down your soft skin until it lingers between your breasts. You take a daring initiative, climbing onto my lap, leaning your body tight against mine, and then pressing your lips against mine in a wild passionate kiss. I lose all sense of my surroundings as I'm enveloped in your passion. My hands run up and down your body, sliding under your skirt, feeling the soft skin of your behind, tracing the outline of your thong. I slowly unbutton your blouse, slouch down in the seat until I can pull down your bra and slip your nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking, squeezing your behind until your soft moans caress my ears. Without a word you spread my legs, slide down to the floor on your knees. Unzipping my pants, you breath lightly on my cock as you pull it free from my pants "It's a long flight, tease me slowly," I whisper to you. You nod slowly, then begin to lick with just the tip of your tongue, gauging my pleasure by the pressure of my legs squeezing you, looking up to watch the smile on my face. Slowly licking and teasing until you feel you need to stop before it's too late. "I want you to return the favour," you tell me, climbing up from the floor to whisper in my ear. It's a somewhat more difficult fit, but I manage to climb down in front of you -- my flexibility comes in handy now and then. You tangle your fingers in my hair as I lift your skirt, hook my fingers under your thong. You lift your hips as I pull, then your knees as I slide it down to your ankles. You slide down, spreading your legs and lifting them over my shoulders as I bury my face between them. I taste your pleasure, tease you slowly, circling your clit with the tip of my tongue, mirroring your slow teasing. But I keep going as your excitement mounts, concentrating where you respond the strongest, until you squeeze me between your legs, pull my face hard against your sex and grind your hips as you bite your hand to muffle the high cries of pleasure. With your fingers still entwined in my hair you lean forward, pull my back and look into my eyes, "Let me fuck you," you mouth to me. Switching again, you climb into my lap, lifting your skirt over my cock, teasing me against your wet lips. Just as you're about to slip me inside I spot a passenger getting up, heading back to the washroom. I quickly slip you down my legs to the floor and pull the blanket up over you, just covering you as she walks past. The sudden fear of getting caught has somewhat diminished my readiness, a matter which you notice and make immediate effort to correct, taking me deep into your mouth. The passenger leaves a few moments later -- she's young and pretty and I can't help but smile at her. The timing is bad however, and I'm sure she catches a movement under the blanket as she walks by, taking a second look before flashing a conspiratorial grin and returning to her seat. A gentle tug on your shoulders is all you need, eagerly climbing back up onto my lap. "I think that woman saw you moving under the blanket," I whisper to you, as you resume teasing me against you wet sex. You turn around, just catching her turning back once again from her seat. This time you flash a big smile, drawing a blush from the other woman before she slowly turns and settles back in her seat. You kick off your shoes and pull your feet up onto the seat, lift your hips and slide me inside you. Look into my eyes and kiss, your tongue reaching deep into my mouth as your hips grind and you squeeze my cock. I lean you back just a little, pull down your bra to take your breast into my mouth again, licking your nipple in time with your hips, flicking it against my teeth as you grab my shoulders tightly with your hands. As you move faster and faster I lift my head up, pull you tight against me, giving you more leverage as you grind hard against me. It's just as I feel you shudder that I grab your hips, taking up the rhythm with mine as I fall over the edge and explode inside you, thrusting a few more times As you collapse against me I see two dark eyes peeking back over her seat, and though I can't see the rest of her face, I know she's smiling over our pleasure. I look down and kiss you once again, sliding down lower in the seat, out of view so we can savour our pleasure quietly to ourselves. Night Flight & Romance Charles was not looking forward to yet another European trip on his own. He was a seasoned enough traveler that he sometimes groused that he might as well be doing business in Cleveland or St. Louis for all the enjoyment he got when he was traveling this way. The languages might be different, but businessmen and business meetings have a tendency to blur together after awhile, even when doing deals that interested him. After all, as wonderful as Paris and London and Geneva can be with the right companion, business travel alone had become somewhat dispiriting. How much enjoyment was there to be had in solo dining, sightseeing and theatre, not to mention the too-quiet hotel room and much too large expanse of the King-sized beds? Charles was too fastidious and personally reticent to resort to paid companionship or tawdry pick-ups on the road or at home. Divorced and unattached, he resigned himself to taking some sort of pleasure in doing tidy, tight deals, efficiently. His batting average of profitable deals was exceptional, and he was recognized, both within his firm, and within the business community, as a man to be reckoned with. Unlike the men who were known to be all talk, or all hat and no cattle, Charles was a man of few words, incisive observation, and exceptional execution. Respected by everyone, envied by many, particularly those less talented, Charles had carved out a niche of distinction. Only lately had its solitariness begun to chafe at him. This trip, as usual, Charles was traveling Business Class on a foreign-flagged carrier, overnight. He enjoyed observing the other passengers, entertaining himself by playing a little game with himself, imagining who they were and what they did in "real life". As soon as the plane loaded passengers, he noticed her. The flight was barely 1/3 full, but she would have stood out in a crowd in any case. It was unusual to see a woman traveling alone in Business Class, not as a spouse or part of the teams of investment bankers and venture capital people that most often made up these passenger lists. She was tall, well-dressed, and adjectives like handsome and striking came to his mind rather than conventionally pretty. It was impossible to tell if she was American or European. Charles had yet to hear her speak, and her carriage and demeanor seemed indicative of a Swedish or Nordic background. Cheekbones like hers would look as good at 75 as they did at, oh, 35, he guessed. Charles also noticed, to his chagrin, that this woman was being treated exceptionally well by the flight crew. Unobtrusively, but clearly, she warranted special treatment. She had been greeted, and given the sort of attentive reception beyond that given to First Class passengers. In turn, she had greeted the crew, so he surmised she must be a regular, and a person well-liked. He smiled to himself, as he noticed her long legs and shiny dark hair, and wondered what her story was. After the plane took off, and not long into the flight, Charles noticed that she had walked up to the front and was visiting with the senior stewardess. He decided to kill some time and satisfy his curiosity and rose to join them, with the ostensible excuse of getting a drink and stretching his long legs. Charles addressed the senior stewardess, and carefully avoided making his interest in the other woman obvious. He stood and watched and listened, collected his drink and unobtrusively joined in the conversation. He introduced himself, and was introduced to, Melissa. She was, he now learned, an American, a Treasury specialist, traveling to call on some of her trading counterparts in London, with some holiday time tacked on. She traveled this route often, and had, in fact, become friendly with the crew. She explained that as a businesswoman traveling alone she had learned that it was prudent, as well as enjoyable, to make a habit of befriending a few key people. Treating the service staff, flight crews, concierges at the finer hotels, and even a couple of bartenders at exclusive locales well, insured that she was treated well, sometimes protected from unwanted attentions, and often the recipient of surprising benefits. Because her friendship was genuine, she often found herself the lucky recipient of last-minute unclaimed theatre tickets to West End shows, or invitations to private parties in far off cities. She found companionship and enjoyment with others far preferable to Room Service alone on a tray in her Suite. She often got to enjoy her travels much more for these companions, finding out where the good off-the-beaten track restaurants and shopping treasures were, the secluded beaches, the non-touristy places that made her trips special. With the cabin lights dimmed for the movie, and the flight buttoned up for the night, Charles has resigned himself to a boring transatlantic crossing. He was delighted to find a congenial conversationalist, one with a charming laugh and a sparkle in her eyes that had started a small flame of desire to come to life. The senior stewardess, no dummy, observed her friend Melissa, and decided that she might do a little matchmaking on this flight. She and Melissa had been friends for a couple of years now, and had shared tales of their respective romantic woes, so Susan was confident that a little flirtation was just what the doctor ordered for our girl. She looked at her watch and said, "I have to go up to the flight deck to brief the Captain. Let me treat you two to a drink. The upstairs lounge in unoccupied, if you want to go up and make yourselves comfortable, I'll join you in a bit." Charles was inwardly pleased at this turn of events, as he had been wondering how to get Melissa alone and learn more about this unusual woman. He deftly took a small tray, two glasses, ice and brandy, and smiled at Melissa. "Let's go upstairs. I know it is much more comfortable than these seats, and we can pass the time much more enjoyably together." Melissa smiled in return, and led him up the circular staircase to the First Class Lounge. Charles was happy to enjoy the view of Melissa's shapely ass and legs as she climbed the staircase ahead of him. "Lady's First", he grinned. Built like a classy bar on board an ocean liner, the lounge was all dark wood, a baby grand piano to the side, and quartets of extra large leather Captain's chairs arranged in tasteful seclusion. A backgammon board was set up at one; a chess set at another. Grown up music was playing, a selection of soft jazz, blues, and occasional dance tunes. Altogether a delightful ambiance for getting to know someone who had stirred a longing for more, a connection, tentative now, but…. Who knows, Charles mused? He admitted to himself that erotic fantasies of taking her on one of the leather banquettes had leapt into his mind, and scheming to at least enjoy a slow dance with Melissa was part of his thinking now. They sat, and with an ease that belied the newness of their acquaintance, they talked, and laughed, and sipped brandy from their hand-warmed snifters. Melissa enjoyed watching Charles, his strong face and serious eyes, broad shoulders and strong hands. Her own thoughts imagined how those hands would span her waist, or cup her round breasts. Whew!, she thought to herself. It has been WAY too long since I have enjoyed the company of a handsome, eligible man! His dark coloring appealed to her, as did his strong mouth and long legs. Strangely, the hours passed quickly. The attraction Charles felt was growing, and he couldn't help feeling it was mutual. There was no overt talking of romance or sex or seduction, but at some level of communication, Man and Woman were very aware of each other. He watched the curve of her full lips as she talked and laughed, and noted the fullness of her breasts. This was no Social x-ray with breasts and hips like a pre-adolescent boy, this was a WOMAN, with tits and ass and the whole box of toys, Charles laughed to himself. What I would give to be the boy with that toybox! He noticed that she smelled fabulous, wearing an unusual scent that was definite, yet not cloying. He complimented her on it, and she told him it was something called Bois des Iles, by Chanel. It was only available at the flagship store in Paris, was one of the older, original perfumes, and had been a gift from a grateful client. Charles, for once in his life, was uncertain how to proceed. He was aware that all too soon this flight would be over. He knew, without question, that he wanted to see her again, and soon. As much as he was tingling with base animal hormones, he had a feeling that whatever was cooking between them had the potential to be profoundly more significant than a simple tumble into bed. This was not a woman to be trifled with, and she turned him on in ways he wanted to explore more. Physically, she was just right for his 6 ft 2 in. frame. No wisp of a girl, she had curves and hollows that would give a man hours of healthy pleasure. She made him laugh, and they had a surprising congruity of thought, socially and politically, intellectually curious, nothing pedestrian about this girl. He knew he was unlikely to be bored, in or out of bed, he laughed to himself. Melissa, for her part, was basking in the warmth of his attention, his quiet but clear attraction, and the awakening of a sizzle that had for far too long lain dormant in her body and mind. She too was hesitant as to how to proceed. This was a serious man, and she was not one for casual flings or meaningless sex just to scratch an itch. But she sure was feeling the urge to scratch, she observed to herself, wryly. This man was temptation, just within her reach. No schedule set in stone, Melissa had a few tentative meetings to firm up upon arrival, and an invitation to visit a friend's beach house in the Balearacs over the weekend. She had no one to answer to but herself, and found the possibilities and the desires spinning in her mind. Too soon, the lights came up, and the dull chores of landing and collecting luggage and Customs and Immigration had to be dealt with. She decided that the best thing to do was to just give him her business card, and said, "Charles, please look me up when you get back to the States. I have enjoyed tonight and would enjoy seeing you again." In the ensuing hubbub of deplaning, Charles lost sight of Melissa. She had rushed off, not wanting there to be any awkwardness now that the strangely intimate interlude of their overnight flight was over. Charles resolved, as he tramped along the jetway, that he would call Melissa as soon as he returned. He was a little disappointed in himself that he had not, somehow, seized an opportunity tonight that seemed so special, laden with possibility and desire. He felt an ache that was more than just unsatisfied lust in his groin. As he trudged along, lugging his briefcase and overnighter, Charles was surprised to hear the clacking of high heels on the tiles and a woman, calling his name. He turned. It was Susan, the senior stewardess. "Charles, I'm so glad I caught you. I have never done this before, but I just have a feeling about you two. My friend Melissa and I have a date to meet for dinner tonight. She is staying at Brown's Hotel, Room 351. I think you should surprise her instead. She is expecting me at 8 PM". Miracle! Charles thanked Susan, and moved on with a new spring in his step and a thrill at how this unexpected dinner might end up. The rest of the day passed interminably slowly, as he sorted himself out at the firm's Corporate Apartment, made some phone calls, arranged his schedule for the next couple of days and counted the minutes. At the appointed hour, Charles arrived at Brown's, a lovely, small old hotel. He knocked on the door, and was surprised that it popped open, having been set just on the latch. In he walked, to a small, charmingly appointed Suite. He heard water running, and a blow-dryer, and Melissa calling out, "Come on in Susan, I'm running late, I fell asleep and am just out of the shower. Please make us both a drink and I'll be out in a jiffy." Charles could see the door to the bathroom was ½ way open, steam wafting out into the room, and with it the smell of a clean, floral scent. He could see Melissa moving back and forth, fluffing her long hair, with a large, luxurious towel wrapped around her body, toga-style. "God, Susan, why did you leave me alone all night with that man? What a hunk! That is as close as I have ever come to jumping on a stranger. Not exactly like me to want to join the Mile High Club!". Melissa laughed, and came bouncing out of the bathroom, and face to face with Charles. "Oh my God!". She blushed and stammered. Charles handed her one of the two drinks he had made, smiled into her eyes, and said. "I wasn't willing to wait to see you again. I didn't want last night to end." Then he reached for her, pulled her close, and kissed Melissa, gently, on the lips. Her body curved to meet his, her free hand naturally seemed to find its way around his neck, and on tiptoe, she leaned into his kiss, tentatively at first, and then with growing heat. She pulled away for a moment. "This feels like a dream", she said. They both put down their drinks. "Don't. Don't say anything", said Charles. "This feels right". "Just tell me now if I am wrong, if you want me to go". "No, Charles. I feel it too. I want you, here, now.", Melissa whispered, and returned to his embrace. He claimed her with his kiss this time, letting her know that this was just the beginning. He was no longer content to be patient. He grasped her towel and flung it across the room, baring her lush body. She pulled him with her, towards the luxurious four-poster bed. "Charles, Charles, Charles", she chanted. Her moans and kisses inflaming him. His hands caressing all of her, her hair, her breasts, her lovely round ass. The room was warm, aided by a small English fireplace fire, and by the rising temperatures as their arousal fed and grew. She stood on tiptoe, seeking his mouth, pressing her body into his questing hands. Melissa's nipples hardened and rose with his attentions, his licking and kissing and biting. His hand sought her core, and he was flattered and further aroused to find her wet, and ready. He cupped her pussy and touched her, using his middle finger to open her flower. "Oh my God," Melissa cried out, as she came, simply from the touch of his fingers. She almost fell, and would have, had he not been bearing most of her weight in his arms. He tore at his own clothes now, not wanting to stop kissing her, licking her, pressing her body with his. Damn, he wrenched off his necktie and shirt, taking just a moment to pull off his soft woolen slacks and cotton boxers, tossing all his clothes off to the side as he came after her now, like an animal, a predator after a particularly tasty morsel. "I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you on the plane,", he growled. They both fell, together, onto the bed. Charles rose above her, devouring the sight of her, naked, glorious, aroused. This rosy goddess, glowing, welcoming him, needing him, wanting and desiring him. "Please, Charles, please. Come to me", she whimpered. Charles smiled. " Yes, my dear, I will come to you. But first, let me soothe you." With that, Charles lifted her body, and began a tender assault with his mouth. Licking, sucking, tonguing. Charles was as thorough and adept a lover as he was in everything he did. Melissa cried out, as he drove her to climax after climax. With his mouth and fingers he played her body, like an instrument he was tuning, strumming, preparing for the ultimate performance. She had never in her life been treated to such attention, such time, no rushing, just a relentless assault on her pussy and clit and ass. Charles used his mouth, his fingers, he even used his cock like a toy to stroke her lips, her clit, her openings.... But he withheld the completion and connection she was becoming increasingly desperate for. Over and over and over, he drove Melissa beyond what she had ever experienced, making her cum and cum and cum in waves of desire and passion. Melissa was drenched now, her body had been moist from the shower, and now was bathed with her own sweet cum, a light sheen of sweat on her torso from the exertions of this glorious coming. She looked at Charles, loving that this man was taking her to heights she had never even dreamed of. She loved his body, his hands and mouth. The cock that she could touch and hold and stroke but that he had not yet allowed her to fully have. "MMMMMMM. You know I want it", she said, smiling into his eyes. "And you shall have it, my dear". Charles rose above her again, stroking his thick penis across her magnificent breasts. "Yes, I shall", Melissa said, as she pressed him down on his back, and this time rose over him, mirroring his previous loving – now licking, kissing, sucking, nibbling his lovely cock. Pressing her body against him, using her breasts and her tongue to tease, to caress, to delight in his prick. "I need you, Charles", she breathed, "and I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you on the plane". As she finally rose over him and impaled herself on his striving member, she moaned and arched. Now she pleasured him, fucking him, leaning down to press her nipples into his mouth, licking and biting his neck, glorying in riding him. And on and on they fucked, and played, and came. Over and over, until finally, the crescendo. Melissa, on her knees, taking him all in, being fucked, gloriously, thoroughly, completely, fucked. Charles, grinding into her from behind, holding her hair like a rope, grunting, pounding, balls slapping against her ass, telling her how much he loved fucking her cunt, how great his cock felt in her wet pussy, loving that in this too she matched him, moaning her heat, begging him to fuck her, give her his thick manhood,fucking, and fucking, and finally, both cumming, crying out, spent. It was the best dinner date Melissa ever had, and one she planned to repeat, many, many times. She smiled as she fell asleep, in her lover's arms. "Charles", she sighed. "Oh, yes, Charles."