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The Airport

By: BradBigBrain



 I want to thank my lover who is the inspiration for this story. If you stay tuned, there may be more to the adventures of Lynn and Brad.



The Intro

My lover, Lynn, and I hadn't seen each other in months. 

Her home life was extremely demanding and she just couldn't get away. She was trapped in a loveless marriage and was staying because of her daughter and her husband's earning power, which allowed them to live in a big home in a great neighborhood. And that was so her daughter could attend one of the finest public schools in the country.

My name is Brad, and at one time I was flying high financially with all the businesses I was involved with and the buying and selling of them. Unfortunately, during the great recession, I lost almost everything – my wife, most of the businesses, the money, my homes, the plane, but not my car - a beautiful turquoise retro Thunderbird convertible. I was now living the bachelor life and after years of living with someone, I really got to like being alone. 

What I didn't like was being apart from my lover. No matter how much we tried, it never seemed like it was enough. We texted, we Skyped, we phoned, we wrote emails, but nothing seemed to satisfy our needs to be with each other. I missed her touch. I missed her smell. I missed her laugh. I missed her passion. Mostly I missed her passion.

We had finally met and had a too short long weekend at a beach house in the Outer Banks. This was the first time we had met after talking for a year. We met through mutual friends who thought Lynn was lonely and good old Brad was depressed. They were right and after a bit of shyness on both or our parts, we were soon making love, then fucking like wild animals. 

I learned a lot about Lynn that weekend. I learned that she liked to be dominated. I learned that she was a brat. I learned that she would push my buttons to make me go to a dark place. I learned that she loved forced sex. I learned that she had no safe words. 

I guess we both learned a lot about me, too.

What did I learn about myself? I discovered that I was a natural dominant. With all relationships especially Dom/sub or D/s if you will, it can get a little tricky. The reason I say I discovered I was naturally dominant is because of the things that I've read and how that part of my personality came out when I was with my little, Lynn. 

I wasn't too demonstrative of the fact; I didn't wear the stereotypical costume. I wasn't into chains and showing explicitly that I was in charge. It was just the way that I behaved. One thing is, I have never based any relationship on sex, I based it on attraction, love, and respect. And even though I was extremely attracted to Lynn physically, it was more of how we connected than anything else. 

So, that first weekend we spent together, we spent a lot of time getting to know each other and explored our complementary natures. Neither of us self-declared at that time, but it was readily apparent what roles we were going to fall into. I was in charge and she wanted me to be in charge. She was always a little brat and that's the role she took on and another part of her that made me more attracted to her. 

Since that first time we had always been angling for a way that we could spend some more time together, but it never seemed to work out. For example, I was traveling back from my boyhood home and drove through her state. She was unable to break free that weekend, even though we were both champing at the bit to do so. 

I got a call one day from my little, Lynn.

"Hey...it's me."

"Really? I would never have guessed."

"Cut it out, Brad, you know I always get nervous when I call you."

"Yeah, I do know that, because usually you're calling me for one thing and one thing only."

"Yes, but, I do have something else."

"Seriously? And what would that be?"

"Well, I don't want to tell you until after...

"Until after, what, baby?"

She could only laugh nervously and said, "C'mon, Brad, don't make me say it."

"Say what?"

"You know..."

"No, baby, I don't know. Tell me," I said quietly, yet forcefully.

"Brad. I want you. I need to cum. I need you to make me cum. Please, Brad."

For the next 10 minutes Lynn and I talked on the phone like we always did whenever she could get alone time. I would start by asking what she was wearing and tell her to remove items of her clothing. Then it would progress from there. These sessions were always short, sweet, and fucking hot as hell. Lynn was already about ready to cum just because she was alone, and because she was alone, she was going to call me and because she was calling me, she was going to cum and cum really hard. 

I coaxed her through a series of orgasms, by talking to her and telling her all of the things she wanted to have done to her, and all of the things I was going to do to her. I could hear her vibrator in the background of her moans and requests. Her voice was what always did it for me. I would almost be instantly hard as soon as I saw it was her calling. At the end of the phone sex session, we were both out of breath as if we had had a fuck marathon, which we had, but not physical.

"So, baby, what was the second thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

The Prelude

Lynn breathlessly and nervously told me that she was going to do something different with her life. The something different was to start her own business. There was going to be a conference in my area about business franchising and she had told her husband that she was planning to attend to find out if she could invest in herself. He had agreed.

I was ecstatic for two reasons. Having been an entrepreneur my entire adult life, I was happy for her, but I was happier that it would give us the opportunity to be together. I had told her on many occasions that I wanted her in my bed and that it was lonely there without her next to me.

"Brad, I have some good news and bad news. The good news is that I am coming to see you. The bad news is in order to keep up appearances; I'm going to have to get a hotel room. I hope you're not disappointed with me."

Such was our relationship. She was worried that I'd be angry that she wouldn't be joining me in my bed. And instead would have to spend time with me in a swanky hotel. I was overjoyed. I knew the area and there were some really nice hotels that we could go to. I was instantly going through the rolodex of area hotels in my head.

She told me that the conference would be in a few weeks and my heart sank a little bit. I was hoping it was closer in time, but that was not to be. 

Then she made a request, "Brad, I want us to hold off until then."

"Hold off?"

"Yes. I want us to not engage in our usual activities until we get together."

"What?" I asked, not very happily. "No phone sex? No hearing you cum so fucking hard? I don't know..."

She broke in, "and there's another thing...."

"There's more?" I interrupted.

"Yes, sir. I don't want you to masturbate over the next three weeks."

"Holy fuck, baby. No jerking off?"

"No, Brad. I don't want you to do that. Is that OK?"

"Damn, baby. I'll do anything for you. I just want to see you."

"Promise me, OK? I think the time will go fast."

"I promise. Wait...are you going to make the same promise to me? Can YOU go 3 weeks without cumming?"

"Yes. I am making the same promise to you."

It felt like that famous Seinfeld episode. And it would have been except that there was no bet. She'd had a history of losing bets, by the way. Because we had made a promise to each other it was even more solid. It was a matter of trust and respect. I felt confident that I would make it until she made her way to me.

The little brat that Lynn was, I should have figured out that the three weeks was going to be a long hard road. Every day she sent me sexy pictures. At first they were pictures from tumblr of things that she knew I liked. There were lots of FFM pictures and people having group sex. I fought fire with fire and sent her lots of pictures of men dominating women, of men spanking women, of sexy women's asses with bruises and marks, of women's' breasts with hickeys and bite marks. We were both ready to burst.

Then she upped the ante. Every day she sent me a selfie. And every day they got sexier and sexier. The first day she sent me a picture of herself in only a bra. Her nipples were so hard they were visible through the dense fabric of that bra. Then she'd send me a picture of a sheer bra with her nipples visible through the transparent fabric, and then she started sending me pictures of her bare breasts. I was totally enthralled. Worse yet, I had no response.

My balls were bluer than blue. 

The day that she was coming to see me was the worst. She had recorded a phone session of us both fucking each other on the phone. All of the preliminaries had been cut; it was only the juicy parts. It was a recording of both of us cumming. I was groaning into the phone and telling her deeply that I was cumming. She was breathing deeply in her usual sexy way. Then she was saying all the things that in our phone sessions would make me hard as a rock and would also make me cum in buckets.

I was so close to coming, but I wouldn't dare. I so wanted to.

All of a sudden, our sexy recording went silent. Then her voice came over the recording.

"See you soon, lover. No matter what you do...and I know you want to...do not cum."

I smiled to myself. One thought popped into my head as my hard cock subsided and precum oozed out. 

"You fucking brat."

She Comes

After three weeks of us teasing and not cumming, the day of her arrival finally came. It was delicious torture. She had made a game of the delay and she was absolutely right, the time flew. Every teasing day was better than the previous and now I felt like a ravenous wild animal. 

I drove my blue T-bird to our airport in Mayberry RFD. The airport wasn't that small as it is considered an International airport, but it wasn't LaGuardia or O'Hare. I knew the lay of the land because of my many travels and also because my plane used to be housed there. I knew almost all the workers there. 

It was the perfect night for a ride in the convertible. It was clear and warm and the nighttime sky was full of stars. I was dressed for the ride, too – a nice pair of dress shorts and a light polo shirt. 

The parking lot was almost empty and the cars that were parked were there for the long-term. There was a security guard on duty and he had no issues with me going to my usual spot. It was in the farthest area of the lot and it was very secluded. I parked there all the time to protect my car from the dings and arrows of outrageous people who park their cars in a hurry. 

I was early. Her flight wasn't due to arrive for at least another half an hour. So, I took my time walking to the arrival terminal. I hadn't even seen her and yet, there was a familiar stirring down there and I felt like I was already getting aroused just thinking of her. 

Gus, the security guy was on duty as I walked past the booth he stood guard in. 

"Hey, Mr. Quinn, I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey there, Gus. How've you been?"

"Can't complain."

"Gus, would you do me a favor? Would you make sure nobody parks near my car?" I asked as I slipped him a tip.

"Mr. Quinn, you know I do that for you."

"I know you do, buddy. Thanks!"

"No problem."

I walked the rest of the way to the terminal. I should say I ambled. I looked around, read the billboards, looked at the Arrivals board about 20 times. And the last time I looked, Lynn's plane had landed. I stood at the terminal gate waiting. And waiting. And looking at each and every lady who was going through the gate. 

The crowd from Lynn's plane was thinning out. I started getting concerned that she didn't make it, but then she would have told me. 

I muttered under my breath, "Shit. I can't believe this. Fuck. She missed her plane. Dammit." 

Looking down at my cell phone, I checked the texts. I checked Skype. I checked my voicemail. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I looked up. And there she was. I was never so happy to see someone. Her smile lit up the airport. And then my frown from one second ago turned to a smile, too. We saw each other for the first time in months. She then ran to me. She dropped her carry-on bag, jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my back, and kissed me. 

We kissed passionately, tongues intertwined for a while. We didn't care who watched us. We were lost in our very own kissing world. My hands roamed from her back to her sexy ass and from my ass grabbing, I could tell she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all under her beautiful sun dress. I felt she wasn't wearing a bra either. 

Lynn had her arms around my neck and I was thinking to myself, "holy fuck. I could fuck her right here right now." I'm glad I had freedom of movement in my shorts because I was literally thinking of a broom closet or a family rest room to go to to take her right then and there. 

I had other plans, though. 

We stopped kissing; I picked up her bag, took her hand in mine and started walking toward the door. I was so immersed in my plan that I didn't stop to think that maybe she had another bag to get and the baggage carousel.

"Ground Control to Major Tom," she said and broke my day dream.

"Um...hey..."

"Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I was just thinking."

"Well, do you think you could take me to get my other bag?"

"OK. Sure, baby."

"Unless you want to go get the car and pick me up."

"No, love, let's go to the car together."

We walked over to the carousel and there was only one lonely bag going around and around on it. 

"I take it this is yours?" I picked up her bag, and then started again for the door.

She took her smaller carry-on bag and said, "Brad, would you mind if I freshened up a bit?" and pointed to the loo.

"No, I don't mind. Take your time." I lied.

Standing outside the ladies room is something most men have grown accustomed to. There were 3 other men standing there engrossed in some conversation about some sporting even that was happening, but I was thinking about my girl. 

Lynn was wearing a very beautiful multi-colored, flowery sun dress -- no bra, perhaps no panties. The way she was walking made most of the men stare at her and then wink at me. I would always give her a hard time about the fact that she didn't think she was beautiful. Like most ladies, she would compare herself to others, not too favorably. She had a cute, yet voluptuous look to her; because that's the way she wanted to look. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail that swayed to and fro when she walked. 

She came out rather quickly looking like a million dollars, if in fact a million dollars had very large breasts and showed a lot of cleavage. 

She looked at the other men who were staring at her chest, took my hand in hers and said, "C'mon, my handsome man, let's go." 

The moment I had been waiting for was upon us. I walked with her out the terminal and into the car parking lot. I nodded to Gus, the security guard as we walked by and he gave me a mini salute. 

"Is that your car way over there?"

"Yes, it is." 

It was imperceptible almost, but I could feel her hands warming up and maybe getting moist. Was that the warmer weather? Or was she anticipating my plan?

"Is it warm here or is it me?"

"It's probably warmer here than where you came from, but if you're feeling anything like I do, you're heating up, too."

We talked a little bit more as we approached the car. I opened the trunk with my key fob and we put her bags in back. I walked her over to the passenger side, opened her door for her and let her in the car. 

I stood there looking down at her. She was breathing heavily from readiness and nervousness and her creamy white breasts were moving up and down. Lynn tried to move her legs so that she could put them in the car, but I blocked her. 

I kissed her roughly. I pulled her face to mine as I dropped to my knees on the grass next to the parking lot. I moved my hands down to her dress and lifted up the material exposing her sexy legs. The area was secluded and nobody could see. Still she fought me.

She pulled away from me and tried to shove my hands way. I was too strong. I kept my hands right where they were, pulling the material from her legs higher and higher. She kept her legs clamped together. I put my hands on her knees and pulled her legs apart, one of them hit the door and the other hit the front of the dashboard. She gasped.

Her panties were now exposed and in the dim light of the parking lot, I could see that they were dusky pink and it was a thong and she was soaking wet. 

"Hmmm....what do we have here?" I said as I lowered my head.

She was still fighting me, but I held her down. I could smell her sexy pussy and soon I was going to taste it. I had her down with one arm, and with the other hand, I pulled her panties off her and yanked them down to her ankles. I heard them tear and I heard her gasp. Her beautifully trimmed pussy was now exposed and it was mine. I pulled her legs farther apart. Her pussy lips were separating and I could see how she was sopping wet.

Simultaneously, I jammed my index finger inside her and quickly put my mouth on her cunt and started sucking. I was hungry for her pussy. I wanted to devour her. I want to lick her cunt dry. 

"Brad, we can't do this. Not here. We can't."

I lifted my head from her and said, "We can and we will. You want this. I know you do."

"Please, baby, what if someone sees?" She said and continued to struggle.

"Then guess they'll get one helluva show."

I shoved her legs apart and again dove in. Her words were coming out in short quick breaths. She was begging me to stop. I kept it up. My index finger found her g-spot and I was rewarded with a torrent of pussy juice coming from her cunt and into my mouth.

My moans were unbridled. I wanted more and moaned that into her cunt as I kept eating her. I wanted more of her cunt juice. She was flooding my mouth and no longer protesting or fighting. She gave in. She gave in to the pleasure that I was giving her. Her pussy started bucking against my face. Her juices were flowing out of my mouth and down my chin and all over the car.

She was almost incoherent. She was whispering and moaning. I could hear her say, "oh fuck. Oh god. Eat me. Use your tongue. Please lick me, Brad."

I kept up the pressure. I kept licking her clit and fingering her cunt.

She had her first orgasm just then and I held her down and kept eating. 

"Brad, stop. You motherfucker, you have to stop. I can't take anymore. Please."

Tears were streaming down her face. Her hips were bucking, even though I was holding her down tightly and firmly. 

"Stop. You have to. You have to. I can't cum again like that. Stop."

Then she stopped talking and focused on riding me. I let go, she was in control of her orgasm at that a moment. She was rubbing her clit up and down on my tongue and she was past sopping wet and was in a gushing state. She began cumming again. The words coming out similar to the last time. She held my head down and pulled me closer to her, if that was possible. 

"Now you have to stop. Please, Brad, if you keep going, I'm going to pass out."

This time I pulled off, I stood up, pulled my cock out of my shorts and showed it to her inches from her face. My heavy balls and cock were surrounded by my cock ring and she took a breath in as she stared at it. 

Brad's Turn

Lynn closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and waited for me to put my hard cock in her mouth. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled it back, and stared down at her. Her dress was still hiked up and the way I was standing between her legs kept her pussy exposed.


The Airport



"I want to see your tits," I demanded.

"Brad, I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"Please don't make me, Brad. People will see," her face was red. I didn't know if that was from cumming or embarrassment – probably both.

"I don't give a fuck who sees." And I meant it.

I pulled her hair back even more and said, "I want to see your tits, now." It came out low and menacing.

She looked into my eyes, looked down, and then did as I demanded. Her large breasts popped out of the top as she pulled the fabric over them to expose her tits to me. I let go of her hair and reached down to tug on her now very sensitive nipples. I pinched them and distended them as far as they would go.

"Pull your top down all the way to your waist."

She demurred.

"Now suck my dick, you little cocksucker."

I hadn't cum in three weeks, she'd teased me mercilessly, I'd eaten her pussy through 2 orgasms, and I need to cum really bad. My cock was large and engorged. She started off slowly, grasping the shaft, and licking around the head of my penis. Usually I like taking my time, especially when the person giving me a blowjob is talented.

Lynn was extremely talented in the blowjob department, but I needed to cum.

I tried to tell her through my actions that I wanted it fast and I wanted to cum now. I thrust my hips to get her to go faster, but she was meeting each of my thrusts with her own parry. I did this a few times and each time she would pull back, while still keeping my cock in her mouth. 

She was sitting below me, her body was turned so that she was facing outward. Her head was between the dash and the windshield. I was standing up facing her and the windshield. 

The little brat continued to tease me by not going fast, not deep throating me, and by just taking her sweet time. She was being defiant. We talked about this many times. And now it was time for me to spring into action. Usually, I would slap her right across the face or spank her exposed ass, but this time, I knew what I was going to do.

I let go of her nipples, grabbed her head, and then I thrust my cock into her mouth as I pulled her closer. I did this two or three times. She knew what I was doing. She kept her mouth right where it was. I was fucking her mouth. I needed to fuck her mouth.

I moved my hands from her head and placed them on the chrome that served as a roll bar on top of the windshield. I used that for leverage. I was in a frenzy. I was fucking her mouth. I looked down to see how fucking sexy my little was. Her pussy and tits were exposed; her mascara was running down her face, her mouth was getting fucked by a big thick cock. She was spectacular. 

It didn't take me long to cum. And I came really hard. I groaned. And I told her. 

"I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming down your throat," I stopped thrusting and kept spurting.

She moved her mouth down my shaft, cupped my balls in her hand, and kept my cock in her mouth. She was deep throating me to get it all into her mouth. Then she swallowed every drop of my cum. It was the best blowjob I had ever had.

Lynn kept me in her mouth until I was soft. Then she licked around the sensitive head. She only had to do that once. I pulled out and she let me. 

I bent down and kissed her full on the lips and slipped my tongue in her mouth. Our juices intermingled in our mouths. I could taste my cum and she could taste her pussy. 

We tidied up the best we could given the mess we made in the fairly confined space of the Tbird. I backed away, reached behind the seats, and handed her a towel and some tissues. I got myself together while she did the same. 

We got into our seats, put the seatbelts on, looked at each other and just started giggling. 

With no makeup and her hair in a ponytail and one single drop of cum on her chin that she missed, she looked like a teenager who had given her first blowjob. I took my index finger, pulled that drop off her dimpled chin and fed it to her. 

She handed her torn panties to me and I replaced the fuzzy dice with the torn panties over the rear view mirror. I started the car and drove off. We pulled up to the booth to pay and Gus smiled and waved at us. 

As we pulled out of the airport parking lot, Lynn's face flushed red and she asked, "Do you think he enjoyed the show?"

"Baby, I know he enjoyed the show."



The Airport



You are picking Me up at the airport. As I walk down the tarmac and through the door, I see you standing there patiently waiting for Me... dressed as only My little slut dresses... in her white bustier cinched real tight... her nipples barely covered and obviously hard as they poke through the thin white material... men and women are staring at her in her short black skirt... so short her ass cheeks are almost visible... a pair of white nylons with floral patterns covering her long legs... legs accented by the black ankle boots she is wearing... My favorites... the ones with the straps around her ankles... and the tiny locks on the buckles... the boots with the 5" gold tipped spiked heels... so difficult for My slut to walk in... but so sexy... the ones that make My cock grow hard when I see My little whore in them... her blond hair pulled back in a comb... her makeup thick... her lips coated with a shiny gloss... her full, puffy lips that cry out "fuck me... "yes, those slutty lips I love to slide My cock between and coat with My hot cum... 

yes, My little slut is the object of attention... 

your body tingles as you feel so many eyes on you... male AND female eyes... your nipples are hard and your pussy moist as you see Me approaching... I smile... and give you a deep, long kiss... exploring your sexy body with My strong hands... you back arched and ass cheeks visible as W/we embrace 

My hands glide down and squeeze your ass as people glance O/our way... "Nice ass, alexxx," I whisper in your ear. 

"I want it... and NOW... it was long plane ride. " 

Walking to the car W/we spot a dark stairway and head for it. Once there I pin your arms to the cold cement wall as W/we kiss. O/our tongues exploring each other throats as your knee rises up to My crotch and rubs My hard cock through My jeans. W/ee can hear voices of people in the distance, but W/we do not care if people see U/us... the passion is to strong to stop now... My hands leave your arms and slide down your hot sweaty body. It's about six in the evening and still hot and muggy... and W/we are steaming... 

you break our kiss drop down to your knees licking at My zipper, your hands on My ass... you pop My button, ease down the zipper with the your teeth... My stiff cock pops out... starting from the bottom of My hard cock you lick and suck on My shaft 

"mmmmm... suck it... let Me fuck those lips..." I whisper, seeing your sexy eyes looking up at me as your lips, coated with your dark red lipstick, move slowly up and down My cock... almost making Me cum... almost making Me shoot My hot seed down your throat... one of My hands cups your chin... the other is on the back of your head... pulling you to meet My tiny thrusts... finally you pull My cock out of your mouth with a "POP" 

Standing up you lick your lips then turn so that you are leaning against the wall with your little tight ass sticking out... you whisper,... "fuck your little slut... fuck her hard... "My hands spread your legs then ease their way under your skirt and up your inner thigh until My fingers find your soaking wet panties. Sliding them down and throwing them away, I move so that My cock is just pressing between your juicy pussy lips. I start to play with your clit and lick the sweet sweat dripping down your soft neck... you squeal as My cock slips up your wet cunt... a man passes by... sees you... skirt up to your waist and Me ramming you hard, he smiles and stops to watch... you get hotter... your soft squeals turn into loud screams... "YES! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR WHORE! MAKE HER CUM!" 

As I slide My cock in and out of your wet cunt you look at the man watching U/us... you smile at him and run your tongue across your lips... teasing, almost inviting him to join U/us... he begins to rub the bulge that has formed n his pants... 

I rub your slippery clit faster when I hear you scream, "I'M CUMMING!... "and your body spasms... your cunt tightening around My hard shaft as you try to milk the cum from Me... cum oozing down your thighs as I let out a deep moan and shoot My load deep in your pussy... 

The stranger claps his hands as My dick softens and falls out of your slippery cunt... you fix your skirt and pick up your panties... As we walk by the man you hand him your cum soaked underwear and smile.



The Airport



I love to watch people, I love noticing people when they don't know I'm watching them. I notice little characteristics. I was traveling this last week, and was in several different airports in the course of flying to and from my destination. I think people strike up conversations at airports because they have the anonymity of you'll never see this person again. There is no danger, you don't know them, they don't know you, and you'll never see or hear from each other unless you choose to exchange information. I was standing in line at the coffee bar in the Minneapolis airport when my attention perked up when the guy in front of me ordered. I'm such a sucker for accents, and his very proper British accent had my nerve endings on high alert. I looked more closely, from behind. He had nice hands, he was well dressed, his dress pants only slightly wrinkled from his flight, and his suit coat thrown over his arm and his tie loosened. And he smiled at the sales girl as she handed him his change and I was compelled. I couldn't help myself. 

I worked up my best southern drawl, I figured if I was going to comment on his accent, I could present one of my own. I placed my order quickly, and moved to where he was waiting for his drink. "Excuse me, I just had to comment, I do love your accent" I bubbled. 

"You've got an interesting one yourself, your definitely not from around here are you?" he replied.

"Why, no, I'm from a little south of the Mason-Dixon line, what about you?" I looked up into his green eyes and laid a hand on his arm.

He looked down at my hand, back into my eyes, and said, "Just south of London, what are you up to young lady?"

I pulled out all the stops, being the best little belle I could be, and cooed, "Just being friendly, I suppose. I must admit I have quite the thing for men with accents, and yours caught my attention and just won't let go. Does that bother you?" I slid even closer, using the excuse of someone trying to get by us to the counter. My hand slid off his arm and rested on his torso. I let it slowly fall until it was on his stomach and was headed lower when he grabbed my arm. I looked up at him and batted my eyes and smirked, "What, you have something more interesting to do while you wait for your plane?"

They called his name from the counter. "Well, hello Davis," I said, "now that I know your name, I'm Arabella, but all my friends call me Bella." Just as I finished talking, they called my name from the counter as well and handed me my coffee. "The least you could do is sit down and drink your coffee with me, I won't bite, unless of course you want me to."

He smiled at me, hung his head for a moment, then looked at me, and gestured towards some chairs sitting nearby. "Why, thank you, don't mind if I do," I said as I winked at him and sat down. I glanced over to where the rest of my travel party was sitting, saw that they were just fine on their own for a little longer and settled into my seat.

"Business, pleasure, or both?" I asked.

"Business, here in Minneapolis," he replied.

"Care to add some pleasure to that business?"

"You are certainly direct aren't you? All I know about you is that your name is Bella and that you've got a nice set of legs."

I pouted and said, "And that's ALL you've noticed?"

"Well, no, but all I figured was polite to say."

"How about this, would you talk dirty to me in that proper British accent of yours while you fuck me?"

He spilled a little of his coffee as his hand faltered, "Damn, that's hot" and he cupped his hand to him.

I took advantage of the situation and grabbed his non injured hand and ran into the closest men's room, dodging few passengers at the late hour and ignoring the looks I did get. I saw the handicapped stall had a sink inside it, so I pushed him in there, locked the door and pushed his hand under the cold water. I stood very close and rubbed his arm in a soothing manner.

"You've got balls, you know that ma'am? How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-eight, sir, is that old enough for you?"

He growled at me, "Do you have to keep calling me sir?"

"Just my upbringing I suppose, and you're what, 45ish? That makes you a sir where I come from."

"45 just last week, and you make me feel old with the 'sirs'."

"Hmmm, well, how about I wish you happy birthday and make you feel young again?"

"Right here? Now?"

I stepped in front of him and hopped up onto the sink and said, "What, you wanted to wait 'till you got to know me better? I'm Bella, I'm horny, I'm not wearing any panties, does that about cover all you need to know?"

His gaze involuntarily dropped to my now spread legs as my skirt rode up my thighs. He swallowed loudly, and seemed to make a decision as his hands covered my thighs and pushed my skirt all the way up to my waist. Maybe he was just checking to see if I was telling the truth. I was. And that seemed to be all he needed to know. His hands went to his trousers and they along with his boxers hit the floor. His hands were still on my upper thighs, but his thumbs met in the middle and spread my pussy open for him to see better. I was already wet and dripping, he dipped his head, pushed me back and licked me. I sighed in appreciation, then he grabbed my hips and in one quick thrust was buried to the hilt. 

I only had time to react, I leaned up and bit his shoulder through his starched white shirt to keep from screaming. "My GAWD you're huge" I mumbled as he started thrusting faster and faster as one arm held me still on the sink ledge and the other was furiously rubbing my clit. He did just as I asked and constantly told me every dirty thing he could think of as he fucked me there on the sink.

My head hung back as I let the sensations wash over me, I braced one leg against the wall nearby and tried my best to meet him stroke for stroke, but his speed and intensity left me gasping for breathe. 

I felt my orgasm coming hard and fast, and again, I reached up and bit his shoulder, digging my nails into his strong upper arms as my body bucked and then stilled around him. He pushed me back and started his pace just as hard, just as fast, then stopped and pulled me off the sink and turned me around. I leaned over the sink and held on with my legs braced open. He grabbed my hips and entered me from behind with as much force as he had been thrusting earlier. I turned on the water to muffle my cries, and ended up getting my shirt rather wet in the process. 

He flipped my skirt up over my back so that my ass was completely open to him. He reached around and rubbed slow circles around my clit, such a contrast to the hard, fast thrusts he made behind me. I raised up on my tip toes as I felt the next orgasm slam into me. My muscles quivered around him but he never slowed this time. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of me, and after a couple quick strokes of his hand, he sprayed his cum all over my naked ass. It dripped down my legs and hit the floor. He leaned back against the wall behind him, panting. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned myself up, pulled my skirt firmly back into place, and exited the stall as he continued to pant behind me. "Bu-bye now" I called as I turned to wave at him. The three passengers standing outside erupted in applause as I walked out. 

I walked over to where my family was sitting and pulled my very exhausted 2 year old onto my lap, leaned my head back against the wall, and closed my eyes with a smile on my face. A few moments later, I heard a now familiar accent mumble, "I don't suppose this seat is taken?" 

I opened my eyes and looked up as he gestured to the seat directly across from where I was sitting. "Umm, no, not at all" I replied, worried for a moment he was going to cause trouble.

He smiled at me and said, "That's a beautiful little girl you've got there, she looks very much like her mother. I'm Davis, from just south of London by the way," and extended his hand to me to shake.

"Thank you kindly, sir, you traveling for business or pleasure?"

"Oh, a little of both it seems, got one more stop before I head back across the pond, headed south of the Mason-Dixon it seems."

I looked at him, and up to where the flight attendant announced pre-boarding for those of us with children, and back to him and said, "You are on this flight?"

"So it seems," he smiled at me. "Guess I'll see you on the plane," he said as he picked up his laptop case and began walking to the line of those boarding. "I'm in first class, how about you?" 

I laughed as I gathered up my diaper bag, purse, teddy bears and sippy cups, "No, I don't think they'd let me up there like this." 

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, unable to believe it. I quickly got everything together and made my way onto the plane, when I was passing him sitting there in the first class section, I faltered and dropped my daughter's sippy cup, he leaned down to get it and when we were close enough to whisper, he said, "I'll see you later in the flight, yes, if this one goes to sleep?" He made sure to touch my hand as I took the cup from him.

"I suppose that could happen," I whispered. 

I walked with shaking legs back to our seat and sat my daughter down in her seat and just smiled. This should be an interesting flight home after all. 



The Airport



Editor's Note: Every story stems from the vision of the author, whether by pure imagination, actual experiences, or a hope of what is to come. This story is a tribute to a woman who has become a great inspiration to me, and what I hope will become a long fulfilling relationship.

A special thanks to sunny55235 for her great support and encouragement, and for being that much needed editor.

Standard disclaimer: If you are under 18, offended by sexually explicit and erotic stories, or it is illegal where you are to read/possess such material, STOP READING NOW.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by the author. No part of it may be reproduced or reposted without expressed written consent.

Part 1: The Airport

He'd been waiting there for a while now, thirty minutes to be exact. He checked the clock on the wall and it just didn't appear to be moving fast enough; a glance at his phone verified that he still had more ten minutes to wait. Impatient and restless, he walked back over to the Arrivals board to check the flight status again: flight number 1692 was still on time. He started to wonder if his movements and apparent nervousness were causing concern for the security guards around him. A few people had already taken notice, but hadn't said anything yet. 

He was not your average Joe. Long dark-brown hair flowed down his back, usually tied up with bands down the entire length, but not today. He got the big dark eyes and eyebrows from the Italian side of his family. Adorning the worn look of his face was a well trimmed mustache and goatee. He wore a simple black t-shirt with no markings or logos, and a pair of black jeans. It had been raining most of the day, so his long black trench still draped from his shoulders down past his knees. His boots were simple black riding boots, nothing special. He wasn't much of a flashy person, more of a minimalist.

Nearby, an elderly couple was sitting on some plastic chairs the guards had brought out for them. There was nothing exceptional about them: the man wore a standard issue white dress shirt and a pair of brown slacks, holding his derby in his lap. The woman had on a blue sun dress with yellow flowers and a wide-brimmed hat with some orange flowers on it. He could hear the old man occasionally grumble about the wait, the hard plastic and how there had been too much pepper on his dinner.

A young woman was also waiting there with her infant child. The child was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms and seemed peaceful enough, but she had a more distressed look on her face. He guessed that perhaps it was a rough day in New Mommy Land. She had on worn, loose blue jeans and a grey t-shirt with some college logo on it, and her hair was tied up behind her head. He had heard her telling one of the guards earlier that the white lump on her shoulder was her three-month old, Jacob.

Another glance at the clock: finally, 10:32. He walked down the hall a bit so he could stare out onto the tarmac to see if the plane had landed. But there was nothing out there moving just yet. He watched three jets taxi pass the terminal before seeing one turn in his direction.  Was this it? He couldn't see the identification markers on the tail to see if it was the right carrier. His heart started beating harder and he took a long deep breath as he watched it turn into Gate 5. It's her. This was it.

Despite all the moving about he'd done earlier, he suddenly was unable to move from that spot. What should he say? Should he stay put until she came to him, or should he run up and embrace her? Would a hug suffice, or will she be expecting a kiss? What kind of kiss? A peck on the cheek? Long and passionate? 

He turned back towards the doorway and slowly walked forward. His eyes got big, and his mouth dry. His senses awakened to an acute degree. He felt a slight breeze coming from the vents above his head. He could smell various aromas from the restaurant down the corridor and even that new baby smell on the infant. The hair on his arm stood on end. What was happening to him? Over the past two decades he had met various dignitaries, sports figures, and actors. He had walked alone in crime-ridden neighborhoods and been shot at on occasion. He'd been on stage, addressed hundreds of spectators and been on TV. But he had never felt as nervous as he did now. 

There she was.  There was no mistaking it, he had seen the pictures and had committed every little detail to memory: the even tan complexion, her dark brown and perfectly oval eyes, the slightly thin upper lip complimented by the puff in her lower lip, the high cheeks and square chin. All perfectly encased by the thick chestnut hair that waved its way down to her shoulders before curling even more as it reached the ends. She was wearing a loosely-fit black blouse with a wide neck line that showed most of her smooth round shoulders. The material covered, but could not hide the size and roundness of her breasts. Her arms flowed seamlessly into elegant hands accented by a ring on her right thumb. Her jeans were snuggly fit around her waist, showing the subtle curve of her hips and legs. Suddenly he was glad his mouth had dried out, otherwise he'd be drooling like a fool by now. Here in his presence he became disappointed with the pictures he had: they served her no justice.

"Hi." It was all he could get out as she slowed down and stopped in front of him.

She replied with a simple "Hi, yourself"

"You look absolutely amazing." Dazed, he reached out and stroked her hair before pushing it behind her ear. Then leaning over as though he were being drawn into her, he began to softly plant a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, reached her arms under his jacket and around his body, and pulled him in closer. They remained together, joined in that warm and passionate embrace. Time had stopped. Consumed by each other's presence, every other thought and distraction was wiped from their conscious minds. 

As their lips pressed against each others', trying to pull the other in and their tongues danced around together in circles, it was almost as if she was melting into him, and he into her. In the throws of this passionate love-making he thought, "What beast in me has she awoken that is consumed, content, yet still yearns for more?" 

He was aware of nothing beyond their embrace. He admired every detail from the feel of her hair in his hands, to the soft texture of her skin when their noses touched, to the moist warmth of her lips as he kissed and nibbled. He could hear her breathing and feel her chest press into him with every inhale. It wasn't until a guard had grabbed his shoulder, shouting, "Excuse me, sir!" that he was brought back to this reality.

Nearly out of breath and slightly dazed, he slowly turned about to see an airport employee trying to drive a golf cart past him with the elderly couple situated on the back. He heard the sounds of the horn, and began to hear the commotion around him. Many people were now staring at the still embraced couple. How long had they been there? 

He casually stepped aside, letting the vehicle pass with an arm still around this beautiful ball of fire. Gazing down with a near wild look in his eyes, he could still hardly believe that she was really here in his presence after all this time. Leaning down and moving his lips to her ear, softly and urgently he said, "I think we should be going somewhere else now." He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and began to nibble on it. Feeling his warm breath blow down her neck and across her shoulders, she could only let out a quiet moan.

Luckily, she only had a carry-on case with her. Both of them knew they would not be able to control themselves much longer. With purpose and a single swift movement he grabbed her hand and her luggage and headed for the exit.

They walked through the airport terminal, hand in hand and hearts still beating fast from their first kiss. Both minds were racing with anticipation of their time together for the next few days.

He glanced down at her as the walked and still wondered how this had come to pass. Two months earlier they had barely known each other, and then a small comment on her MySpace page led to a few emails that quickly led to endless hours on the phone. Night after night they talked until the sun came up, sharing their struggles and strengths of being single parents. He thought it an odd coincidence that their children were roughly the same age and temperament. Kia and Raffael even were struggling with some of the same problems at school. The couple had many of the same interests, from music to motorcycles to family values. Despite the resolve that he'd never find a suitable partner, here he was walking through the terminal with the woman he had come to know would be his soul mate.

Her breathing was starting to slow down but her face was still flushed and hot with passion. The nervousness she felt during the flight had been replaced by an equally strong feeling of excitement. 

She was very hesitant to fly out here to spend the weekend with someone who, until now, she only knew as a voice on the other end of the phone and a few pictures from his profile. Even though she had felt such an amazing connection, the invitation was still a battle to accept. So much of her wanted to go spend time with this man that touched her in so many ways. He seemed to understand so many of the things that frustrated her: he knew what it was like to balance work with raising a child alone, and still trying to have some semblance of a social life. He was honest and mature, but still spontaneous and had a wild side. She craved excitement, but until now had always found it in the wrong type of man.

He stepped on the escalator ahead of her so they could descend to the tunnel that would take them to the garage. As she stepped on, he turned to look at her, now face to face with his eyes all glossed over.

"I'm still coming to grips with the fact that you really are here in front of me. It's like something out of a storybook and I couldn't be happier."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. One soft kiss after another, lips touching then pulling back just out of reach before coming back in for another. Her hands reached up to either side of his face, fingers diving in under his long mane. His right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Overwhelmed with such a mix of emotions, neither was mindful of the approaching end of the stairs. When the platform he was standing on began to slide under the floor and his heel caught on the metal plate, he was stirred from his daze and instinctively squeezed her tighter. Not quite aware of the reason for his more urgent grasp, she felt some of her weight fall to him. There was no regaining balance now. The intertwined couple, unable to break apart, fell to the floor with a thud. 

He grunted when his head hit the floor, then opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He had a confused look on his face as he stared at her. As if in a dream, stars danced around her face.

As the realization of what had happened hit them, they both burst into a fit of laughter. Fortunately there was no one behind them, for as they lay there, laughter subsiding, she did not climb off him immediately but instead grabbed his wrists, pinning him down.

"I kinda like this position," she said, then leaned down and kissed him again.

"I've got no complaints either, but maybe we should get out of the way before we cause a pile up."

"I suppose," she said with a sigh. She kissed him again before slowly getting up and helping him to his feet. He turned his head to the side, cracked his neck, and blinked a few times, still feeling a twinge of pain in the back of his head.

"You going to be able to walk in straight line, Hun?"

"I'll be fine so long as I'm following you, Babe."

"That's cute, but I don't know where your car is, or what it looks like."

He chuckled to himself. He still hadn't told her about the new ride.

He was quite the motorcycle enthusiast, but in the past few years he'd been without a decent bike. As much as he loved riding, it wasn't very practical for toting around a toddler, plus financially things were too tight until recently to afford that kind of luxury. But in the past few months he'd acquired a few side jobs and was able to stow away some funds. Then a few days ago he found the deal he'd been waiting for: a 1969 Shovelhead with a raked out front end and a simple flat-black paint scheme. A local resident had been in a serious wreck and couldn't ride anymore because of his back, and consequently had sold the bike well under its value. It still strained his wallet, but the price was unbeatable.

They walked out into the garage and up to the second level. He looked around as though a bit confused and toyed with her. "Now where did I park that thing?" They continued around, slowly making their way to the other side of the garage.

"Did you lose your car?" she quipped as they past the last row of vehicles.

"Now I'm pretty sure it's right around there," he said, pointing to the small maintenance room by the corner. He'd deliberately chosen this spot, both to avoid getting it hit by a car, and to enhance the surprise. 

"Ah, there it is!" as they turned the corner.

"Oh my god! Are you serious?! This is really yours?"

"Yep, just picked it up last week. You like?"

"It's fuckin' awesome. Wow! It's an old Shovel, but the front-end doesn't look right."

He was quietly pleased with her observation. He knew she loved to ride, but didn't know how deep her knowledge went.

"The front end is completely custom. The triple-trees, forks, bars, all custom built. The guy who owned it put a lot of work into it before he wrecked on his Triumph. Ready for a ride?"

"No. Not yet."

He stared at her a bit puzzled and unsure what to say.

"I've been waiting weeks for this, and I can't wait any longer." She reached toward him, grabbed his jacket up near the collar and pulled him down to her. With ferocity, her lips attacked his. This was not a soft quiet passion; it was a carnal, heated passion. He let her bag fall from his shoulder and grabbed her waist, pulling her shirt up from jeans and running his hands up her sides until there were on either side of her breasts. She slowly backed up until she was pinned against the concrete wall in the corner.

The spot was perfect for a quick interlude. Situated on the far side of the garage from the terminal, off to the right corner was a maintenance room. Between the room and the wall was just room for two compact parking spaces. Since it was late in the evening there were only about thirty cars to speak of on the whole level and they were all huddled close to the front left of the garage near the elevators.

Not wasting a moment, she moved her hands down and under his coat to his belt. As though she were in a race she undid his belt and the button and zipper on his jeans before moving to her own. 

With his arms still under her blouse he slid his hands up to under her shoulders, forcing her to raise her arms above her head so he could remove the article of clothing. Tossing the black garment aside, she moved her hands back to her own waist and pushed the jeans from around her hips. She worked them down to her ankles by shifting her legs back and forth, so as not to break their kiss. She stepped out of them and her boots simultaneously.  She pushed his jeans and boxers off is waist in one movement, before reaching for his now semi-erect shaft.

When her hand started stroking him, he paused momentarily and let out a deep sigh. She knew exactly what she was doing and the hardening of his member showed it.

He kissed around the side of her face to her ears. Breathing heavily and nibbling on her earlobe, he said, "God, I've been wanting you for so long!" He kissed down her neck then opened his mouth and sucked in her skin, feeling her racing pulse against his tongue.

She let out a moan, feeling goose bumps up the back of her neck. The wetness from her pussy began to glisten on the outside of her lips.

Not able to wait another moment, he reached his hands down under her ass and lifted her up, breaking her grasp of his rock-hard pole. Holding her up with her legs now bent around his waist, he guided the head of his penis to her waiting pussy and slid it back and forth, coating it with her juices. He slowly lowered her down, feeling her slick lips slide down his shaft. They were eye to eye when he was fully buried. Foreheads pressed against each other, noses touching, they looked into the other's eyes, staring into their enflamed souls.

"My god, you feel so good. Don't move. Just stay right there," she panted.

Without moving, he squeezed her legs supporting her weight as she leaned against the wall.

"You are amazing," he said, leaning into her and suckling at the nape of her neck. He could feel her squeezing the walls of her pussy, massaging his dick. He began slowly rocking his hips in circles. Her hands were wrapped around his head with her fingers combing though his hair, pressing against his scalp. Breathing became heavier and with every exhale she began to moan a bit louder. He started working his kisses up her neck to her ear. When she felt his hot breath in her ear she let out this long sigh, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He moved his head up until they were staring eye to eye. Their eyes were wide and wild with lustful desires overwhelming their senses. He squeezed her legs a little tighter and started rocking his hips back and forth, each time pulling out a bit more before sliding it back in all the way. His pace increased as his shaft drew further out until only the head was left just inside her lips. 

He pressed his lips into hers and steadied the rhythm of his motions. He could feel her soft moans vibrating through her mouth. The slick contractions of her pussy, the urgency of her kiss and the energy just radiating off of her body was the most erotic sensation he had ever felt. He felt the urgency building and quickened his pace. Her moans became louder as she felt his cock starting to swell. His breathing shortened and he felt the semen rising from his sac. As he let loose the flow of his cream, she felt the burst of warmth hit the back of her pussy and it sent her over the edge. Her moans turned into a higher pitched scream.

"Yes! Yes! Goddd! FUCKKKK!" She screamed.

With every burst he let out a grunt that she could feel vibrate through her breasts. As his pace slowed, her pussy felt like a pulsating fire. He could feel their mixed juices running down his shaft to his sac. 

He leaned into her collapsing against the wall, his head resting on her shoulder and her's leaning back into him.

After a few shivers and shudders, when they had both caught their breath, he pecked her with kisses on her shoulders and the base of her neck. 

"Welcome to Orlando," was all he said.

As he slowly let her down, his softened dick slipped out from insider her. She quivered as she felt his head pass from between her lips. She leaned into the corner to regain her strength. He looked at her there naked, disheveled hair covering part of her face, the crevasse between her legs still moist and glistening.

Thinking of all he knew about her already, and how close he had felt to her, he looked right at her and said, "You are so beautiful."

"I bet you say that to all the naked women you see in a parking garage around midnight."

He smiled, picked up her blouse and shook it out. "Are you ready to go, or do you need a moment more?"

"I suppose," she said casually. Reaching for her top, she pulled him in and stole another kiss.

While she was putting on her clothes he dug out his keys and started the bike. He fixed his shirt, buckled his pants, and got himself back together.




The Airport



When he looked back she was putting her boots back on. She looks absolutely amazing, he thought. He picked up her bag and strapped it to the back of the cycle, then sat down and straightened it up, raising the kickstand.

She walked over and lifted her leg over the seat behind him, put her feet up onto the pegs and squeezed him tight around the waist. She closed her eyes and laid her head on the back of his shoulders, and wondered what lay ahead the rest of the weekend and what beyond that.

He put the bike in gear and started to roll out of the garage. At that point he knew he couldn't be happier.



The Airport



8:30 PM, you have been at the airport for over three hours waiting for your girlfriend. Her flight from the United States has been delayed four times already. Every time you look at the arrival board, they post another delay. She has been traveling in the U.S. for a month, visiting all the major cities Los Angles, Chicago, New York, Philadelphia, and finally Washington DC. She sent you pictures from her camera phone everywhere she went and they all were nice, but you were getting tired of seeing buildings, statutes, and museums. The last two pictures that she sent you from the plane were very interesting though, you have been daydreaming about them for the past two hours. 

It is a long flight from the United States to your country. Asia is half way around the world and you live in the heart of Asia. You girlfriend has been texting you every hour, telling you what was going on, on the plane. When you arrived at the airport three hours ago, she sent you a text telling you about the handsome black man sitting across the aisle and one row up from her. She described the dark suit he was wearing, his muscular build, and captivating smile. There are not any black men in your hometown and very few in all of Asia. You are not sure when you became curious about black men, dreaming of a thick black cock sliding into the jet black hair that covers your pussy, spreading your legs and pussy lips open to allow one to enter you, his heavy balls tapping your wet lips as he strokes your pussy. You have seen black men on TV and in the movies; you even met one at university, but have never been with one. You dream of how good it will feel to have a pair of strong black hands holding your ass spreading your cheeks and fingering your asshole or cupping your small breasts, playing with your hard nipples. Picking you up and carrying you to a bed to take your pussy, to fill it and stretch it open, his dark head plowing deep inside your dripping wet cunt.

Lately, she has been texting you every fifteen minutes, telling you more about him, his clean shaven head, thick biceps and chest, how politely he talks with the people sitting around him. Then it came, she took a picture of him almost as if he posed for the camera, but she is too shy to say anything to him, she never would have asked him for a picture. It was just a great candid shot. Once you saw him, you had to have him. He was handsome and his smile could charm the panties off any woman. Your pussy got wet as you thought about his black cock sliding into you, pounding your pussy hard on a soft bed. When she sent you the second picture, he was in the aisle walking toward her. His suit fit perfectly on his athletic frame. His hand was resting on one of the seatbacks and you could almost feel how firm his grip would be on your ass. You went to the lady's room and into the stall at the end. Staring at his picture, your fingers deep in your pussy, you masturbated, rubbing your clit, finger fucking yourself until you exploded in orgasm. You needed his cock, wanted to suck it, taste his cum, and then let him fuck you all night long.

It seemed like the plane would never land, even when it finally did, it took forever for her to get off the plane and meet you. She ran to you and gave you a big hug, so excited to see you and tell you about her trip across America. However, you were looking for him, waiting to see him enter the waiting area. What would you say? How could you tell him you wanted him deep in your pussy? He would think you were a crazy whore in the airport trying to pick him up and take his money. But, your friend has different plans and she drags you away to get her luggage. That's when you saw him, waiting for his bags. For 20 minutes, you stare at him as she tells you all about New York City. Her bags finally come and you vaguely hear her say how hungry she is. Again, she drags you away, this time to the little restaurant across from the baggage pick up. You get a quick bite to eat, constantly glancing over at him. Everyone else has gotten his or her bags except him by the time you finish eating. He is talking to one of the workers but you can tell he is having a very hard time. Your friend is on the phone with her mother so you decide to get up and walk over to him.

You know some English since you studied it in school and practiced talking with your friends, hoping that one day you would visit the U.S. 

As you approach, you say, "Hi, may I help you?"

His smile lights up his face, "Yes, do you speak English? My bags are lost and I can't understand what he is trying to tell me."

Talking with the worker, you arrange for his bags to be delivered to his hotel when they are found. 

"Thanks for your help, I don't know what I would have done if you didn't come over. May I buy you a drink? I really need one."

You reply, "Yes," not trying to sound too eager. 

Your friend is still on the phone when you walk back to the restaurant, but you can tell she is not happy that this stranger is with you. Over drinks, you offer to give him a ride to his hotel. You have to pass your girlfriend's home to get to there so you have an excuse not to go in with her and look at more pictures of buildings. 

Again his smile fills his face, "That would be great if it's not too much trouble. I can take a cab if it's out of your way."

He helps your friend gather her bags and you all head to your car. Your pussy begins to get wet again as you work your way through the airport thinking about his cock sliding in you, stroking you hard.

Rushing through the airport it is your turn to drag your girlfriend. She is very upset that you offered him a ride to the hotel. She wanted to tell you about her trip, show you the clothes she bought in New York and the pictures she took in all the other cities. You pretend that you are very sorry and promise to come by soon to make it up to her, hoping that she will not say anything to ruin it on the way to her house. Once in the car you speed through the streets, traffic is not too bad and you get to her home no time. She tries to invite you in, but you quickly decline.

"He's tired and wants to get to the hotel," you tell her.

Once at the hotel he asks, "Would you come inside with me and explain to them that my bags will be arriving later, please?

You go inside with him and talk to the front desk explaining what happened with his luggage. They promise to deliver it to his room as soon as it arrives. Since he doesn't have any bags, the bellman won't show him to his room with just a briefcase to carry. This is you chance, your opportunity to have him alone in his room. 

Coyly you ask, "May I use your bathroom? I have a long drive home and need to go before I get back on the road." 

"Sure" he replies.

Leading the way to the elevator you hope he is looking at your ass as you walk down the hall. 

On the elevator, laughing, he asks you your name and thanks you for all the help. Your nipples are hard and pressing against the fabric of your shirt, the short skirt you have on shows off your slim legs, your pussy is soaking wet as you think about wrapping them around his waist. He places his hand on your back as the doors open, guiding you into the hall; it brushes against your ass as you step out in front of him. Your thong is keeping your pussy juices from running down your legs as you lead him to his room. He opens the door and you step inside with him. The door closes behind you; he turns to say thank you, leans forward and kisses you.

You accept his kiss leaning back against the door. His hands slide around your thin waist pulling you against his body, his tongue dances with yours. Your body aches for him, you have been dreaming about him for hours; it needs him inside you, filling your pussy. His strong hands slide along your backside, down to the back of your thighs, then back up under your skirt cupping your ass; you arch your back pressing your pussy against him. Spreading your ass open, his fingers slide along your crack as he squeezes your cheeks, his strong hands massaging them as you kiss.

You feel the bulge in his pants as you grind your pussy on his leg, his fingers pull your thong to the side then plays with your asshole. Pinning you against the door he pulls your top off, grabbing your ass he lifts you up bringing your nipple to his face, it swells as he sucks it into his mouth. Leaning your head back on the door, you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist and close your eyes. His tongue circles you nipple, playing with it, teasing it, before he takes your small breast into his mouth. 

"OMG," you cry out.

He pulls your thong to the side and pushes his finger in your asshole as he sucks your tit. You force you hand between the two of you, sliding your fingers into your soaking cunt, then rubbing your clit, your orgasm is so close. 

"Please fuck me, fuck me now... please," begging him, "FUCK ME!" 

Undoing his pants, freeing his thick cock, he lowers you down a little; you grab it with both hands guiding it towards your small slit. The head of his cock presses against your swollen lips pushing them apart, he pauses a moment holding the tip in you, your wet pussy begging to be fucked. Looking into your eyes, he slides his cock deep into your pussy stretching it open, splitting you in half. Gasping as it slides in you take him all the way to his balls. The head of his cock throbs inside your pussy plowing its way deeper into your cunt. His thrusts are long and hard, slamming you into the door with each one, his hands on your ass pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you. 

Yelling, "YES, fuck me, take my pussy, it's your pussy, take it," as he slides in and out of you.

You feel the orgasm start somewhere inside you, spreading through your body, he grinds against your swollen clit at the end of each hard thrust sending you over the edge. Your pussy contracts on his cock as he pounds you, the wave flowing to every inch of your body as you cum.

"Don't stop," you moan as his cock slides in and out.

Feeling his body tense you know he is about to squirt his load in you, you squeeze his cock with your pussy walls trying to hold him inside you as he pumps his cock in your tight slit, stretching it like it has never been stretch before. You feel his hot come fill you, his head throbbing, as he squirts deep inside your cunt, his cum mixing with yours.

You can barely stand when he lowers you to the floor. 

"Let's go over to the bed," he states emphatically.

On shaky legs, you lead him to the bed, his cum running down your thighs as you walk. He lays you gently down onto it, your pussy lips still quivering from your orgasm, and buries his face between your legs. Your jet-black pussy hair is wet with cum as he licks your outer lips, slowly tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Arching your back, you try to make him slide his tongue in you but he pulls away and smacks your swollen clit with his hand. When you relax, he licks your lips again just barely touching you, teasing you with his tongue. Thrusting your hips forward and grabbing his head, you try to force his tongue inside your pussy. Again, he smacks your clit, this time harder.

Begging him, you cry out, "Please, please lick my pussy; stick your tongue in my wet cunt."

Reaching up to hold your tits in his hands, he slides his tongue inside you, tasting your pussy juices, licking your slit up towards your clit, but stopping just before it reaches it. You feel you clit throbbing under its hood, waiting to be licked. The swollen tip peaks out from under its protective cover, exposing itself for his tongue. A firm squeeze of your hard nipples as he sucks your clit into his mouth sends another orgasmic wave through your body. Locking your thighs around his head as you cum you hold him in a vice grip. He holds your clit in his mouth, sucking, as your body jerks from your orgasm.

"Yes baby, I'm cumming, OMG yes, eat my pussy baby," you say lustfully as your pussy contracts repeatedly. 

Grabbing his head, forcing his tongue inside you, you hold him until your orgasmic spasms finally stop. When you release his head, he rolls you over on all fours and places the head of his thick black cock on you pussy preparing to enter you from behind.

Mounting your small ass and thrusting his thick cock in your pussy, stretching your pussy to its limit he rides you from behind pounding your throbbing cunt.

Almost hoarse, you moan, "Ride me baby; fuck my pussy hard."

His balls slap your cunt as he strokes you, pushing your face down on the bed with his hard thrust. You pussy has never be pounded like this before, his head feels like a missile sliding in and out of you. You push back to take more of his cock inside you, you want your pussy ravished, torn open by his hard cock. Grabbing your hips he pumps his cock in you, his strokes push your face across the sheets. Reaching around between your legs, he squeezes your clit between his fingers, rubbing it as he fucks you from behind. The sound of his cock sliding in your wet pussy fills the room, his body smacking your ass over and over again in a distinctive rhythm sounds like a drummer beating a drum. His head expands inside you just before he cums in your hot pussy, grunting loudly, he squirts his load inside you, filling your pussy again. You guide his hand on your clit, helping him rub you to another orgasm as he pounds you with his final thrusts.

Collapsing, he rides you down onto the bed and lies beside you, spooning; he rubs your face gently as you both drift off to sleep. Smiling as you fall off to sleep, you hope he will fuck you again in the morning.



The Airport Ch. 1



The plane had been airborne for about an hour and Sarah still couldn't get rid of the butterflies in her stomach. Now that the captain had come over the intercom and told the passengers they were about 15 minutes from their destination, the free flying butterfly had changed into a fist sized lump of granite that plunged down to the pit of her stomach. She was 38 years old, an adult, fully equipped with a logical brain, not to mention a great physical shape in spite of having had two children. At that particular moment she felt like a kid who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and she hadn't even gone through with this wild, harebrained plan yet. For those 15 minutes till the plane pulled onto the tarmac and passengers started unloading, Sarah ran all the details of the last 3 months through her head, trying to convince herself this was an opportunity she couldn't afford to let pass her by like so many others had.

Paul was a businessman who's life had taken some unexpected turns the last couple of years. Business had been booming, he had no regrets about that. Now that his income was secure, the additional time he had since he wasn't working 12 hours a day, weighed heavy in his hands. His marriage was slowly dissolving as he and his wife grew in different directions. Paul had tried to pull it together again, but recently decided it wasn't worth the effort if they both weren't trying, and his wife wasn't trying at all. So for the first time in his life, Paul gave up pursuing an ideal he'd thought was obtainable. No that wasn't quite right, he'd given up pursuing something not worth going after. He decided to live life to the fullest and not dwell on the problems of his spouse when she didn't want to do it herself. That's why he was waiting patiently at the airport for Sarah's flight to arrive.

The Internet was a world unto itself. It allowed people from around the world to communicate at such a speed that most of them were still struggling with the concept. Fascinating how the world had shrunk in a matter of years. No longer were the distances keeping individuals separate by the cost of long distance phone calls or the time it took for mail to travel the oceans. Those lucky few that found friends within the same continent were actively seeking face to face meetings after hours of talking and sharing their lives over the computers in their homes or offices. Some meetings proved disappointing because falsehoods had been given, but both Sarah and Paul were hoping this wasn't the case for them. It took Paul a long time to talk her into meeting him halfway between their two homes but he was sure they'd both enjoy the rendezvous once the initial nervousness passed.

Sarah had a good life at home. Married to a hard working man who provided her and the children with all the comforts they could ask for, she didn't think anything was missing from her life until she met Paul in a adult chat room three months ago. Sitting at home on a day off, feeling a little on the horny side, she searched for a chat room that might allow her to explore cybersex. She never thought she'd meet someone in there that opened up a whole new world of mental images for her, things she never realized were possible with the act of foreplay or sex. Her sex life at home had been good to her or so she thought. She and her spouse had sex regularly, as their respective work schedules allowed. That wasn't very often anymore since he worked nights and she worked days. They loved each other very much but that spark they'd started with at first was just an ember that never got fanned into a fire hot enough for Sarah to feel satisfied after making love.. Paul showed her with his well chosen words and explicit descriptions, that there were other ways of making love besides a quick rub , deep thrust and a few pumps of a cock inside a pussy. He told her of long slow massages where her senses were set on fire with anticipation. Descriptions of isolated touching and teasing, slow caresses that worked around the erogenous zones, had shown her that her body would respond with an intensity she had never experienced in real life. All these things read over a computer screen, all these actions played out by her own hands on her body had proven to her that there was something missing from her life. It got to the point anymore when she saw his name light up on her buddy list, she'd start to tingle inside as her mind would trip triggers and push buttons.

Paul stood in the waiting area with a single yellow rose in his hand. He'd memorized Sarah's face from the pictures she'd sent him online, but he'd never shared one of himself with her. In one last message over the computer before their separate flights took off, he told her he be waiting for her since his flight arrived first, and he'd have her favorite flower in his hand. Not wanting to be crushed with the crowd of people waiting for relatives to arrive, he stood with his back to the wall and watched as the passengers came down the ramp. It wasn't hard to find the lovely lady he'd been waiting for, that rich auburn hair, upswept and held back with a clip, set her features off and drew many appreciative looks from the other males in the area. He smiled as he saw her lift her eyes to scan the room and find the rose in someone's hand. He wanted her to search a little, wanted that ever present anticipation he'd worked to build in her over time to build more but when he saw her face start to fall, he couldn't stand still and let her get away from him. Paul moved forward, into her line of sight and touched the tip of the rose to his mouth to kiss it gently. Sarah's eyes lit up and betrayed the look of nervousness, she smiled sweetly at him as they meet face to face for the first time.

He touched the rose to his lips once more before placing it on the bridge of her nose and running it down, softly resting it against her lips. Instinctively she kissed it's soft petals and inhaled it's sweet fragrance. Paul opened his arms and Sarah walked into them naturally, like they'd been doing this all their lives. No one around realized they'd just met for the first time. Anyone that watched, assumed they'd been lovers forever and were welcoming each other back home after a safe trip. Little did the crowd know that the kiss they were sharing was their first. The tentative touch of satin lips that progressed into tongues probing unexplored depths of velvet warmth brought such a wave of pleasure through Sarah, that she trembled within her core. When Paul's mouth trailed her left cheek, whispering 'hello baby' softly into her ear, he spread his hand wide across her back and moved it slowly up and down. Sarah arched against him so he could feel her body contract with desire. He knew her fire was building already, feeling the tension in her muscles. Wanting to see if it were possible, he set his mind to giving her more. He leaned his head back, smiled at her and started to kiss her again. Licking the roof of her mouth, he began to thrust his tongue in and out, never breaking contact with her lips, all movement hidden from the world's eyes, taking place within their locked lips. When his right hand moved down and rested under her ass, he pulled her tighter against him, allowing her to feel the bulge in his own pants, pressing against her pelvis. A little wiggle of his hips into hers while his tongue reached deeper into her mouth was all it took for Sarah to have her first explosion of desire course through her body. Paul knew it had happened by the sound of the moan he swallowed with his own mouth. When Sarah calmed down, he pulled back and took her hand to his lips, kissing the fingertips. Her hand was still shaking with the orgasm she'd just had.

Sarah was shocked at what had just happened to her. She was wet from just a kiss. True, she had thought before the weekend was over, it might happen for her, actually getting wet with her own natural lubrication, but not with just a kiss. Paul could see from the look in her eyes that he had taken her somewhere she'd never been before. Being the daring fellow he was, he told her to go to the rest room and remove her panties. He wanted to know there wasn't anything under that short skirt to hinder his intentions for later on in the day. Sarah blushed a rosy pink under her tan but didn't hesitate in walking down the corridor to the nearest ladies room. Stepping inside the handicapped stall so she'd have more space to move around, she lifted her skirt and caught a musky aroma as she slid the panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Tossing them into the waste basket as she walked out the door back to Paul, she got a decidedly wicked rush thinking maybe someone had seen her actions and knew she was intent on pure pleasure from this moment on.

Both of them had brought only a small carry-on case which they pulled behind with one hand while holding hands with the other. Sarah could start to feel the heat and energy Paul always talked about, coming from the grasp of his hand in hers. A heat that traveled up her arm and across her chest as they walked down the terminal's corridor toward the exit. Hailing a cab, Paul took control of getting them to the room he'd rented at the hotel downtown. With his hand gently squeezing the top of her leg as the car maneuvered through the city's traffic, Paul told Sarah they had reservations at a restaurant within walking distance of the hotel. He paid the cabbie while Sarah waited on the sidewalk next to their bags. Upon checking in, Paul had the service deliver the suitcases to the room and took Sarah's hand once again as they walked the late afternoon sun dappled streets to their meal. He watched the breeze lift the hair from her neck wondering to himself how he was going to resist doing the same thing so he could kiss that soft skin exposed below her ear. But he was a patient man, and he knew that he could control his own desires and show her delights in that control, so instead he let mother nature tease him with glimpses of her hidden beauty.

They chatted quietly as they strolled along and found they were as comfortable talking about their flights as they were comfortable talking on the computer chats. They discussed the other people who they knew both knew online, laughing about the peculiarities of certain characters they'd met, all the while trying to ignore the electricity they continued to feel building between them. After being seated at their table in the dimly lit interior, Sarah finally admitted to Paul that the last half hour had flown by and she hoped the rest of the weekend didn't go so fast that she couldn't remember any of the details. Paul looked over and smiled at her, promising her with his eyes, that there would be many details to remember, while his hand moved under the table to her knee. That hand never left her leg as they ordered their meal. Sarah could barely concentrate and marveled how calm he appeared when giving his order and at the same time stroked her thigh above her nylons. Running his finger along the top, between the nylon and her skin, he never hesitated telling the waiter how to cook his steak, or what type of potato and dressing he wanted. When it came Sarah's turn, she just looked at the menu she couldn't focus on and finally said she'd have the same thing. Eating dinner was far from her mind when his finger started tracing from the inside of her thigh around the top of her leg. She scooted her chair in closer to the table so the cloth covering would hide the fact that her skirt was pushed up to her hips.

Paul was a decidedly wicked fellow and took great pleasure in seeing her squirm in her chair. He knew he was getting her close to cumming again and the thought of doing it in public was turning him on. The other patrons seated around them could only see an attractive couple talking about every day occurrences while beneath the table a hand was exploring soft, warm skin and finding dew drops of moisture within the hidden folds. Sarah's eyes began to go misty as he trailed his fingers across her opening. Paul called her name softly and she looked at his face, finding in his eyes a deep pool of desire. Never letting go of her eyes, Paul communicated his intentions before he slid one finger deep within her. She could feel the fingertip curl up and stroke against the top of her pussy as he pulled it slowly out. When she started to close her eyes in pleasure, Paul called her name again and told her to watch his face. Denying him nothing, doing as he requested, her eyes widened when he placed two fingers within her and his thumb upon her hooded clit. She could feel the thumb circling her hardening nub while his fingers stroked slowly in and out of her wetness. Momentarily glancing around her, she realized no one but they, knew what was happening to her right then. The thought of doing something so naughty and in public set a shock wave through her lower body. The contraction of her pussy around his fingers came as a delicious surprise that was mirrored in the expression on Paul's face.

He asked if she was feeling good and all Sarah could do was nod her head because the meal had come for them to eat. She was afraid if she tried to speak, her voice would give her real feelings away. Paul pulled his hand from under the table and raised his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking them dry. Sarah had never seen anyone do anything like that before. The ecstasy shown in his knowing smile as his savored the appetizer she'd given him was nearly her undoing. How was she going to make it through a meal with this man looking at her like she was the main course? Paul's leg rested against hers as they made light conversation once again. Occasionally he would catch her glancing his direction and he made it a point to let his eyes speak to her of what had just happened. He knew she was remembering his touch and not really paying attention to what she was eating. That pleased him immensely and ever chance he got, he'd tease her with his body language. As they sipped their after-dinner coffee, Paul asked her what she was thinking about. Blushing a little, Sarah confessed that she had never felt anything like she was feeling at the moment.

Paul pressed her to be more explicit. She struggled to find the words to explain how he was affecting her. He looked her deep in the eyes and smiled. Sarah sighed and told him he was doing it again. When he asked what she meant, she got bold and blurted out that he was making her wet by just looking at her. It was worse than when she saw his name on the computer screen at home and would start to tingle all over, looking forward to talking to him online. She told him about the fact that his power over her mind scared her at times, but she couldn't hold back the desire to have those feelings. She told him of the times she'd tried to control what happened to her, but the need to let her spirit fly under his direction had become so overwhelming lately that she couldn't stand it anymore. She admitted that she almost didn't come to meet him, but something, some voice inside her, made her realize she had to, or forever wonder if he could make her feel so wonderful in person as he did when they talked over the computer. Paul was pleased and told her as much when he took her hand in his and squeezed it gently as his brought to his lips. Thank you was all he said as he paid the bill and led Sarah from the restaurant.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he walked her back to the hotel in the cool night air. The shivering he felt within his arms was not from Sarah's being cold, he knew it was from the heightened awareness she was experiencing and he was pleased with himself to think he had created that within her. Sarah didn't say much on the walk back. Paul didn't push her for conversation, he allowed himself the time to caress her gently along her hip line where his hand rested. Light, gentle touches, squeezes barely perceptive and unnoticeable to anyone watching, but Sarah felt each and every finger on his hand as the danced across her body. The silkiness of her blouse did little to prevent the heat from burning through the fabric to her skin. It was all she could do not to moan out loud in public, when they stepped into the elevator and Paul stood behind her, pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Tucking her head under his chin, he crossed his arms under her breasts and let their weight rest against him. He opened his hands wide and dug his fingers into her sides above her hips, while he took pleasure in the scent of her hair. Moving his head down a little, he whispered in her ear, that he wanted her. He wanted all of her and he wanted it now. Sarah had no doubt to the sincerity of his disclosure. She felt the press of his shaft into the crack of her ass as he rocked his hips up and down slowly, lifting the skirt a couple of inches with each cloth inhibited stroke.

When the elevator doors swished open on their floor, Paul placed his hand lightly at the small of her back and nudged her forward when she seemed to hesitate. That little bit of encouragement on his part was all Sarah needed to step forward with more confidence in herself than she'd ever had before. Allowing her to proceed him, Paul took a moment to appreciate the way her short skirt swayed seductively around her legs with each step she took. Realizing he wasn't right behind her anymore, Sarah looked over her shoulder questioningly and caught his eyes moving from her feet to her head. When he saw she was looking back at him, he winked at her and smiled knowing that in the hours to come, he'd do more than just look. Sarah waited till he caught up to her and when he put his arm across her shoulders, she couldn't help but settle comfortably into the warmth he gave so easily. Rounding the corner at the end of the hall, they came to room 269. As Paul pulled the access card through the lock, he glanced at Sarah and asked why she was giggling. She pointed to the room number on the door and burst out laughing. Was that suppose to have a double meaning, 2 and a 69? He joined in her joke and admitted that for once that wasn't something he'd planned, but if he'd thought of it, he would have.

Opening the door for Sarah to enter first, Paul was pleased with her cry of delight. The suite he'd requested had separate living and sleeping areas. The far wall was windowed and opened out on to a large deck that over looked the Gulf. At this time of night the coastal lights were coming on, leaving streaks of color wash out to sea with each gentle swell of the tide. Blues, greens, yellows and reds moved like serpents anchored to the sandy beach, tethered yet trying to leave and return to the horizon. Sarah was delighted by the view and would have spent more time outside if Paul hadn't stepped behind her and taken her in his arms. Placing one arm across the top of her chest, he held her so he could brush away the hair from the right side of her neck, exposing the curve he'd admired on his way to the restaurant. With that same hand he reached around and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse so he could pull the material away even further. Sarah shivered when the cooler night air caressed her skin. Paul reached up and slowly ran his thumb from the base of her ear, along the chord in her neck and stopped at the top of her arm, where he flattened out the palm of his hand a rubbed small circles into her shoulder. She leaned back into the support of his chest as he kissed the top of her shoulder, nibbling as he slowly moved his mouth up toward her ear. Soft sweet moans of contentment issued forth from her lips, unconsciously Sarah was beginning to melt and Paul knew he had but to continue on his journey and show her the finer side of making love.

Turning Sarah around to face him, Paul took his tongue and licked her neck from right to left. Sarah tipped her head back into his open hand for support and relished the expert attention he was paying to her throat and chin. Paul wanted to make what he was doing more sensational, so he took Sarah's hands, raised her arms shoulder height and had her lock her fingers behind her head and neck, freeing both of his hands to finish unbuttoning her blouse. As the material fell open he viewed two luscious breasts encased in a snow white lace trimmed bra. The golden tan to her skin only added in accentuating the delectable morsels waiting for his attention. Sarah tipped her head down to watch him as his hands arched so just his fingertips touched the area above the top of the bra. Light touches, barely making contact with her skin, outlining the edges of the bra above and below it, had her nipples so hard that they seem to stretch the material to the breaking point. Not once, not twice but three times he repeated the process of tracing her form with his finger tips before he lowered his head to the valley created between them. As his tongue started moving along the same path, his hands roamed along her sides, under the blouse and toward her back where he unfastened the clasp of her bra. Sarah gasped as his hands started massaging firmly the expanse of skin now exposed for him to touch.




The Airport Ch. 1



Paul's mouth moved back up the center of her chest, up under her chin and around to her ear where he softly blew air across before he told her to drop her arms and let the blouse fall off for him. As she started to move her arms down, he stepped back so he could watch the blouse float to the ground at her feet. Once removed, he clasped her hand in his and brought them forward so the bra would slide down her arms and into his hands. He tossed it next to the blouse and stood there looking. Grinning to himself as he noticed the blush creep across her chest, Paul never released her hands as he moved them behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he used his other to lift one of the soft orbs to his mouth. Little licks along the underside, followed by wet trails to the top were causing Sarah to move swayingly. She was trying to get the nipple in his mouth but Paul would have nothing of that yet. He let go of the breast in his hand and started licking and kissing between the two, from the hollow of her throat, down between, slowly, teasing licks, little nibbles, more licks until he reached her belly button where with quick little jabs he probed it's depths. He could feel her stomach clinching tight and decided it was time to move on, knowing she was close to another orgasm. Following his path back up, he licked under the other breast, around the side, up over the top and when he lifted it with his hand, the nipple was reaching forward for more attention. Once again he ignored it's request and started to slowly lick around and around the breast, never quite reaching the tip. Sarah's hands wanted to be released from behind her back. She kept trying to pull them apart so she could feed her own need of holding Paul's head to her aching breast, but each time she started to move them, he squeezed his hand over her wrists in the silent message of 'no, not yet'. All that did was cause her to squirm more, arch closer to his mouth and then push back against his hands where occasionally one of his fingers would slid under the waistband of her skirt to touch the bare skin underneath.

Paul lifted let his free hand slide down the sides of Sarah's body as he stood up in front of her again. Releasing her wrists, he stroked both of her arms, up and down gently as he brought them back to her sides. With her hands under his, he started stroking her hips, around the tops, to the back, down the outside of her skirt, over the cheeks of her ass to the tops of her thighs. Reversing once again, he guided her hands to explore her own body's pleasures. When their hands were back at her hips and moving toward the front of her body, Paul lifted his and stepped back a little to see what Sarah would do. Her eyes were shaded. Her hands never stopped moving and slowly they ascended and crossed her stomach, making their own lazy, tempting motions, climbing higher until she repeated his moves from just a few moments earlier.

'That's it Sarah. Make yourself cum for me. Let me watch you cum baby'. Simple words in simple sentences, all that was needed for her to feel the shock waves of pleasure start to course through her body. When her hands touched her nipples and she rolled them between her fingers and thumbs, a volcano began to erupt within her. 'Go with it baby.' Paul's quiet encouragement was rewarded with a flood of juices from her canal. As it ran between her thighs and down her legs, he reached out to pull her into a deep wet kiss, creating a second wave to come over her. Sarah's earlier moans crashed about his ears in a scream of delightful passion. When the crest was over, she collapsed against his chest, breathing rapidly. Her heartbeat pounded against his chest, causing his own to speed up and match her tempo. Gently he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, where after lying her down on the bed, he stretched out beside her and pulled her close. 'Rest little one' the night's not over yet.



The Airport Ch. 2



Paul watched as Sarah drifted off into a light sleep. She would murmer and shift about on the bed, finding a comfortable position only to sigh and then move about again. He grinned to himself as he tried to imagine just what thoughts were going through her head as she rested on the bed beside him. Not wanting to bring her up out of her rest, he took the time to memorize the curve of her bare back and enjoy the view of how it flared into skirt covered hip. When she pulled her top leg up and bent the knee, resting it against his stomach, Paul fought the urge to lift the skirt a few inches higher and see the hidden treasure he had yet to touch or look at. So far, the orgasms he'd helped her achieve had nothing to do with touching her below the waist. Knowing now how sensitive and reactive she was to his caresses, he could only anticipate what would happen after he finished undressing her.

Watching the smiles cross her face in slumber, he gently rolled off the bed and stood at the side, unbuttoning his shirt and pants. Having concentrated only on her the last few hours, he found himself uncomfortably hard and decided it was as good of time as any to shed the restrictions of clothing. When he finished, he laid back on the bed and Sarah, feeling the shift in the mattress, rolled on her stomach, stretched her arms up and pillowed her head on them. The zipper of her skirt was within easy reach now for Paul to open and expose the bare skin of her rounded cheeks. Tugging slightly downward on the skirt, he got no resistance from her prone body, but instead he was pleasantly surprised when she lifted her hips and made room for him to pull the skirt down her legs and off over her feet. Thigh high nylons and shoes were all that were left covering the curvature of her form. It was more than he could take. Figuring that she'd rested for the last half hour, it was time to wake her up with a massage.

Paul reached down to the ankle nearest him removed the shoe and took the appendage in his hand began to rub gently. Using the thumb, he again made small circular motions around the ankle bone on the inside and then on the outside. Not wanting her to wake too quickly, he gradually moved his hand up her calf, slowly taking the muscles, squeezing and releasing each bundle with his strong fingers. Using both hands, he searched for any knots under the surface of her skin as he traveled up to the knee and thigh. Reversing directions when he reached the place where her leg turned into her lovely ass, he moved back down along the sides, rubbing firmly with the palm of his head, letting his heat permeate her skin. As he returned toward the foot he started on, he rolled the nylon down her leg and off her foot, taking time to kiss the delicate instep and heel, before doing the same slow massage up her other leg, rubbing, kneading, moving up, then coming down again. As the second nylon came off her foot, he bent her leg at the knee so the foot was in air. Paul moved so he was sitting between her spread legs. Taking one toe at a time, he kissed her foot top and bottom, fingers massaging the bottom of her foot, mouth sucking on the toes at the same time. Sarah turned her head as it lay on her arms and moaned softly, beginning to waken.

His mouth cupped around the bone of her ankle, where he sucked gently before he tongued up the length of her calf. The sensations of his wet tongue and the gentle nibbles of his lips and teeth brought Sarah out of her slumber with a deep moan of pleasure. As her eyes slowly opened and she began to focus on her surroundings, Paul reached the apex of her legs with his hands. He spread a hand across each cheek of her ass and started pressing his fingers into the smooth, soft flesh. His thumbs worked under the curves, while his fingers moved from the bottom toward her waist. Sarah lifted herself up a little so she could look over her shoulder at Paul. She wasn't surprised to see that she no longer was dressed, in actuality, she was pleased that he was still with her and seemed intent on remaining with her that evening.

He sat back on his heels, arms still stretched out before him, resting lightly on the backs of her knees and teasingly asked her if she had a good nap. When Sarah tried to roll on her back so she could answer him, Paul stilled her motions by running his hands up to her hips and holding her in place. She settled back on to her stomach as he repositioned himself, straddling her thighs. He was able to reach from her lower body to her head now and took his time in exploring the expanse of her butt, back and shoulders. He started at her lower back, pressing on each side of her spine with the heels of his hands, moving from bottom to top. Spreading his fingers out over the tops of his shoulders, he massaged from her neck outwards, wrapping his fingers around the arms before moving down below the arms and along her sides. Paul took his time tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades, her ribs and her back, careful to just barely let his fingertips contact her warm body. Her soft sighs deepened into low moans of pleasure as he constantly moved his hands about her body, never going below her waist.

Paul seemed to give off a unusual heated energy when he touched her body. All she could do was surrender to it's sense of peacefulness and healing. Whatever it was that he capably did with his hands, he was a master of the touch. She couldn't say that she felt anything like electrical shocks, but there was definitely something emanating from his hands and being transferred toward her inner self. At times it felt relaxing and then it changed to a form of stimulation as he shifted his movements below her hip line. With his fingers molded to her hips as they cruised outward along the edges, Paul started to work his therapy inward, drawing her attention to the fact that he was now moving closer to her sexual center. For the first time in her life, Sarah realized that she was just accepting each sensation as it was presented to her, not trying to counter it with pleasing the giver at the same time. In allowing her mind to stop thinking that she had to perform acts according to what the 'book' said, her own sexual enhancements were intensifying like they never had before. Paul's left index fingered a trail down the crack of her ass causing her to push back into his venturing digit. Delighted with her response, Paul sat to one side of her, giving Sarah room to open her legs a little wider.

Leaning on one elbow, he studied the creases and valley's between her thighs and toward her center. He gently lay his hand against her cheek, giving his other hand more access to the moisture laden slit exposed to his gaze. He knew she was beginning the trance of sexually centered concentration and he was going to do all he could to hold her hand and walk the path with her this time. Taking as much pleasure in exploring her body, he knew that his own was beginning to communicate it's needs to his brain. He fought the self-centered urge to stroke his cock and instead started to stroke her inner legs where they curved into her pussy. He never quite touched the lips or slit, but lightly brushed across them each time he changed sides to stroke. Sarah resigned herself to the fact that she was now a very vocal female, something she never did at home. Each stroke he passed over her pussy, she moaned. Each time he brushed past it without touching, she whimpered. Time and time again, Paul teased her by avoiding the place where she wanted so much to be touched. He reached a little lower and touched her exposed clit, sending her hips in the air as she pulled her knees up under her. Sarah's body begged for more of that caress. She was getting to the point where she was going to ask him to stop the torture and kiss her, but something within her soul said she should wait. She couldn't see the smile that broke his face as he watched drops of honey start to drip to the bed below. Paul knew it was time to speak again, and asked Sarah what it was she wanted 'with her pretty little ass in the air like that?'

In answer to his question, feeling the heat of his hand hovering over her pussy, Sarah leaned back into that hand before he could move away. No longer willing to deny her the next level of arousal, he deftly plunged two fingers within the soft wetness of her canal. Slowly he removed them to the fingertips and then plunged them inside her again. Back and forth, in and out, setting a tempo to match her movements. "Let it come Sarah. Don't fight the feelings. I can feel your muscles starting to clench my fingers. Come on baby, go with it. Imagine it's my tongue probing you right now", Paul's gentle persuasion nudged Sarah toward a small contraction internally. "You're fighting the feeling honey. Don't!!! Let it flow, let your juices flow for me again. Shall I lick them dry for you?" A guttural moan escaped her throat before she could catch it. Sarah reminded herself that she wasn't going to make love the way she always had before, she was going to break habits learned over time and being vocal whenever she felt the urge was one way of doing just that.

Looking over her shoulder, she told Paul to lick every last drop off so she could add more. With that said, she flipped over on her back, opened her thighs again and presented a dessert plate even Paul could no long resist, a feast not only for his eyes, also for his taste buds. The delicate musky aroma wafting up to his face told him all he needed to know about Sarah's state at the moment. A soft sheen of perspiration covered her breast and abdomen, which with her own delicate hands was being moved around in circles about her breasts and nipples. He slid his hands under her lifted knees and placed them over his shoulders, spread apart and allowing him room to roam with his lowered mouth. With tongue extended to a point, he licked the first drop he found at the bottom of her slit, lapping lazily along the sides of her lower lips, circling around the hard clit then pushing deeply between the folds into her wet pussy. Paul was rewarded by a swift gush of fluid onto his tongue and when he moaned aloud in pleasure so Sarah could hear the joy he found in what she was doing, she delivered to his throat another splash of honey. He started to drink the flow, swallowing as fast as it was came, burying his nose into her body. He couldn't pace himself, he needed to have what she was now giving him. He realized that Sarah had learned to let go and in doing so was giving him more pleasure than he'd had in a long time.

Paul raised himself to his knees, leaving her legs over his shoulders and plunged his engorged cock deep within her and held himself still within her until he could feel her pussy clench and release his shaft. As she clenched him again, he pulled back, almost pulling out, letting her grip him tightly inside her. When she took a breath, relaxing, he dove down again, starting a cadence that wasn't going to stop until they were both satisfied. The time for slow had ended for Paul. His voice proved that to Sarah as his moans turned into groans of pleasure when she shot more of her natural lubrication around his cock as it slid faster and deeper with each thrust. Unconsciously, she was learning the sensations preceding her convulsions were not to be ignored any longer, they were to be encouraged by not thinking about them at all. This is what he meant by going with it. Sarah looked up at Paul's face as he reached down and smeared her juices across the tight little hole left yet untouched. He smiled at her and nodded his head while he pressed his finger slightly. Sarah felt another contraction over take her as again more fluid burst forth traveling down to his fingertip and making the opening slipperier yet. Paul thrust his hips forward, driving down as he pushed the length of his finger in her ass. Sarah's eyes widened and when she bucked up toward his invasion, he moved that finger around, feeling the pressure of his own cock in her pussy against his finger inside her anal canal. This was more than he could stand. He looked down at her smile, closed his eyes, tipped back his head and let out a howl that she joined with her cries of pleasure.

Neither of them knew how long they'd lay entwined as they were. Eventually, Paul rolled off her chest and reached out to pull her back against his chest. He lifted her hair from the back of her neck and laid gentle kisses along her spine and shoulder. Sarah snuggled back closer and gave him a quiet thank you before she rose from the bed, walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Paul laid there a few moments, quieting his racing heartbeat before he followed her.



The Airport Ch. 3



Sarah stood in the steaming shower stream allowing, the pulsing massage head pound against her back. She tipped her head back under the water and soaked her hair, savoring the needle-like taps against her wet scalp. Her entire body was still tingling from the love making she and Paul had just shared over the last few hours. Old habits die long, hard deaths though, and she found herself falling back into the old pattern of trying to analyze what had just happened between her and someone she'd only known through conversations over the Internet. Guilt at feeling so good about what she had just finished doing with that man, started to crowd out the lessons he'd been trying to teach her over the last few months. Why was it whenever she felt good about herself, something inside told her brain to belay that feeling and get back to the real world?

The steam of the shower enveloped her features and fogged the door, creating a erotic silhouette of her shape as Paul walked into the bathroom. Not wanting to disturb her yet, he watched as she lowered her head to her hands and shook it gently as if she were struggling with something inside. He knew what was going on. He knew her well enough from talking to her for so long. She was going through guilt pains about what had happened between them and he wasn't about to allow that guilt to destroy what he'd worked so hard to open up for her. She deserved to know that she was beautiful to him and to all the people whose lives she touched. There was no reason for her to feel guilty because she felt good.

He opened the shower door as she was turning around to face the water. A small gasp of surprise and a slumping of her shoulders told him she had resigned herself to the misconception that she was now a fallen woman. Paul reached for the shampoo and started to lather her hair. He never said a word as he lifted her hair up from her neck and worked the shampoo into this long strands. Once his fingers were on her scalp, he worked them into a head rub running from her forehead, across the top of her skull and down the back toward her spine. Making small little circles, applying strong pressure along the points where he knew the tension lay, Paul took his time letting his hands roam over her head. He squeezed the soap out of her hair and let if fall to her wet body. Turning her around, facing him, so she could tip her head back under the water, he started to rub his thumbs across her eyelids and under her eyes, being careful to not get any soap in them. With his fingers, he combed her hair, rinsing all the soap off and down her back and legs, before he returned to the bones of her cheeks and chin. He slowly, methodically, worked the muscles from the center of her face to the outsides where he took each ear lobe in a hand and rubbed the margins of them. Following the natural curves of her small ears, his hands ventured to caress the folds and creases from the outer edges into the inner openings. When he was finished, Paul took her head in his hands, turning it first to the right and then to the left, under the shower head, to rinse any soap he'd missed.

He reached for the bar of soap, wet it under the water and with his left hand, lowered it to the triangle of hair below her waist, creating a handful of lather which he proceeded to slather up her stomach, under her breasts, around her sides and down her arms to her hands and fingers. Paul never took his eyes away from where his hands were working magic on her skin. Silently he took the bar of soap again making a lather in her nest, and kneeled down to wash the front of her thighs, calves and feet. Sarah was beside herself with all the attention she was getting. No one had given her a bath since she was a toddler and the feel of someone else's hands doing all the work was wonderfully soothing and erotic at the same time. She opened her stance and braced her hand against the wall of the shower as Paul moved his hands and started rubbing the suds up the back of her legs, the back of her knees and thighs until he stopped just below the curve of her ass. He stood up and taking her shoulders in his hands, turned her to face the shower again and allowed her to rinse off while he soaped and lathered her back. Paul still hadn't said anything to her and continued to work in silence as he let his hands move across the muscles of her upper and lower back, lingering once his hands molded around the shape of her butt. He reached around in front of her once more to work up a handful of soap which he brought to the crack of her ass, letting it drizzle down between the cheeks. His left hand returned to her mound, while his right began to investigate the area around her sphincter. Sarah raised her arms and placed her hands in front of her against the wall under the shower head. With the water streaming over her head and Paul's hands playing with her clit and little hole, she was losing control again.

Paul finally talked to Sarah as he rubbed his hard shaft along and underneath the division of her ass. He told her to enjoy everything there was to enjoy at the moment, not to think of what might have been or should have been, but what was right now. His soft, gentle voice encouraged her to breath easier. He could see her body start to respond.. Sarah's back arched just before she pushed against his finger, forcing it within her anus. Encouraged by her actions, Paul stroked both of her openings. Running his fingers in alternating directions so as one went in the other pulled out. Even with the water from the shower cascading over them both, he could feel the difference in the moisture coming from her pussy. She tossed her wet head back as the first wave of pleasure built and released. Paul decided it was time. He placed the head of his shaft at her opening and started to work her clit with his thumb as two of his fingers worked that moist wet pussy of hers. The change in his actions increased Sarah's drive back against his cock and with little difficulty, he was soon buried to the hilt. One hand wrapped around her, he tweaked her nipples and caressed her breasts, the other hand delved into and deeply stroked her swollen clit and cunt while his cock rammed hard into her ass. He drove them both back up the mountain of pleasure where they leaped hand in hand off the summit.

As they straightened up and rinsed off in the shower, Sarah turned around and hugged Paul close. He reached behind her, shut off the shower and grabbed the towels. They took turns drying each other off and when finished, walked out once again to the queen sized bed. Sarah turned back the rumpled covers, crawled under the sheet and lifted the corner of it inviting Paul to join her. Pushing his pillow up against the head board, he leaned back and stretched out next to Sarah. Snuggling against his warmth, she laid her head on his chest, running her hands through the crisp hair covering it. Soft purring sounds accompanied her stroking movements. They lay there and talked for a long time. Like so many of their online discussions, they covered many subjects eventually settling on what they had just experienced with each other. Sarah relaxed enough to admit to Paul that he was correct in his assessments of her natural instincts. She enjoyed learning that being sensual wasn't a sin, it was a gift and once opened, would lead to more beauty in her own life, beauty that would shine from within, encompassing all aspects of her world. Paul let Sarah think out loud for a long time before he turned toward her, laid his hands on her back, pulled her up close within his arms and leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "Baby, I knew you had it in you. There was never a doubt in my mind. Now take that back home with you tomorrow. Let those thoughts carry you through your days and evenings, through your imagined trials, and when we meet again, we'll start our next lesson in living life to it's fullest.