1 comments/ 7945 views/ 1 favorites Unexpected Meeting Ch. 01 By: voluptuous_vixen12 Chapter 1 To everyone else, this was an average Friday, the end if yet another week of work. But to her, it is the beginning of a new chapter. She is going to meet him. To him, this Friday brings yet another airport- coach tickets and baggage claims and touchy feely security guards. After most of these trips, he's ready to get home to his own bed, but this particular Friday, he doesn't realize all that his own bed will entail... They met online, like everyone meets these days, and like every online relationship, they live in different states. But when he told her about this week's trip, she decided that it was finally time. Her bags have been packed for days in nervous anticipation and are full of brand new lingerie. More frills and lace than she's ever seen. "Alright honey, that was the final boarding call. I have a lay over in Denver, so I won't be home until after midnight," he says. "That's fine," she replies with a smile. "I'll talk to you when you get home." She hangs up the phone and starts the car. Music blares from the speakers, and her hair, blown by the open window, flies around her as she rushes along the highway. The prospect of meeting the man she's been talking to for months, sharing opinions as friends, and fantasies as lovers, has had her in a sexual frenzy all week. And the vibrations from the speeding car and bumpy roads are doing nothing to quench those feelings. Without taking her eyes from the road, she slips one hand up her shirt an begins to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing and pulling one hard nipple then the other. She moans quietly to herself as she gets increasingly, almost unbearably, wet. Thoughts of him, his lips and tongue replacing her fingers, run through her head. She unclasps her bra and pulls her top up over her freed breasts,enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun on her aroused flesh. Heat and moisture radiate from between her thighs as she slides her band to the waist band of her jeans and deftly unbuttons them. She sets the cruise control and wiggles her jeans down over her hips. Her fingers slide under the soft fabric of her panties, touching her moist lips. Shivers run up her spine as her practiced fingers find the source of pleasure. Slowly, she begins to draw circles around her clit, gathering her wetness on her fingertips. A truck enters the highway, driving in the lane next to her where the passenger has a full view of her exposed breasts and of what she's doing with her hand. The excitement of being watched brings another shiver up her spine. Her fingers become more frantic as she nears her climax. A moan escapes her lips as she fights to keep driving while in the throes of her passion. When her shuddering subsides, she looks to the man in the truck, who is now openly and unashamedly staring, removes her hand from between her thighs, licks her fingers clean, and gives him a friendly wave as she speeds away. * * * He's been thinking about her all day and finds himself fighting to hide the bulge in his pants as he boards the plane in Denver. "Am I in fucking middle school again?" he thinks as he surreptitiously adjusts himself behind his carry on bag. "I've got to get this under control before any one sits next to me," he muses while taking the window seat near the back of the plane. He calmly sits through the safety presentation and waits for the rush of take off. But he doesn't see the stewardess. Instead he's staring at a mental image of her... Showing him her body instead of emergency exits. His erection has now passed the point of going unnoticed, but thankfully, no one else is seated in his row. Visions of her run through his head as the plane takes off and continue while the stewardess starts down the aisle with beverages. Before she reaches him, he lowers the tray table to try to cover the massive erection that, at this point, won't go away. "Would you like a drink sir?" the stewardess asks. He orders a scotch, and as the stewardess leans over to hand him the tiny bottle, she notices the tent in his pants that he has tried to hide. Her cheeks flush and her body responds without her permission. He has seen that look before, the look of lust filling the eyes of the stewardess as she hands him the bottle. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she says, in a much more sultry voice than before, and lightly licks her lips. He's torn now... desperate for a little relief, but unsure of what this means. He's been talking to her nearly every day, having hot, steamy, and sometimes kinky phone sex, sharing more than he ever has with any woman before. But they haven't said they're exclusive. That thought makes up his mind. "Actually, I was just about to visit the restroom," he says with a wink. The stewardess stares at him, equally shocked and aroused by the implications. She quickly decides that her lust for the attractive man with the huge hard on outweighs her propriety. She gestures to him to give her 5 minutes, and hurries to finish her round and stow the drink cart. As she moves on, he downs the tiny bottle of scotch, not even bothering to pour it over ice. His shot of liquid courage down, his hand slides under the tray table and lightly strokes the outline of his hard cock through the thin material of his pants. When he sees her make her way back toward him after her duties are completed, he swiftly rises and heads toward the tiny lavatory without a second glance at her. He opens and closes the door, but doesn't lock it, and lowers his pants and boxers letting his hard dick spring free. He sits facing the door and waits, slowly stroking himself. The door opens carefully as the stewardess squeezes into the small space. Her jaw drops and her eyes widen when she sees him, half naked and ready for her, one hand wrapped around the most impressive cock she's seen in a very long time. Without a single word, he reaches out and slides his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. His hand reaches the crotch of her damp panty hose and cups her lips while he slides his other hand to meet it. His fingers gather the thin fabric of her hose and pull, ripping them just far enough to gain him access. He slides his hands to the outside of her thighs and pushes her skirt above her waist, turns her around and guides her down to his waiting rod. Her wet walls envelop him, squeezing and releasing as she adjusts to his girth. He leans his mouth to her shoulder to stifle his moan. He knows he won't last long as turned on as he's been all day. She brings her knees up and braces her feet against the door as he shifts forward slightly and begins to thrust into her in small strokes. The head of his penis, in this cramped position, is perfectly positioned on her g-spot. It doesn't take much before she's covering her mouth, covering her moans as he sends her into the throws of orgasm. He thrusts harder into her wet depths, pushing on the slippery walls. The pleasure of feeling himself inside her, the spasms of her muscles as she cums, and the taboo of public sex with a perfect stranger sends him into a state of erotic bliss. "I'm gonna cum," he whispers in her ear. "I want to taste it!" she says and slides her body off of him, turning smoothly to take his cock in her mouth, licking her own juices from him, just as he reaches the edge. His breathing stops as he blows load after load of hot cum into her mouth. He groans as his orgasm subsides, and she runs her tongue around the head and in the slit in the tip while still softly sucking. She stands, licking the cum that was left on her lips and their combined juices from her fingers. Her hands slide her skirt back into place and smooth out the wrinkles. She glances at herself in the mirror, readying herself to return to reality. "Wait here for a few minutes, then go back to your seat. Please remember to buckle your seat belt." And she was gone. He stood and washed himself, thinking "I cannot believe that just happened..." and returned to his seat where he quickly dozed off for the rest of the flight. * * * To be continued Unexpected Meeting Ch. 02 After several hours of driving, she's finally there. She parks her car across the street from the small house and gets out of her car. Her excitement has slowly turned to pure anxiety over the past few hours, and now she's shaking with nerves. She can't seem to catch her breath. A sound startles her, and she cries out before she realizes that the sound is her cell phone. He's calling her. "Hey!" she answers breathlessly. "How was your flight?" "Great... Are you ok? You sound like you were running," he replies. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. My phone ringing just caught me off guard." "Well... I'm headed home from the airport. I just wanted to see if you were still up. I have been thinking about you all day. I think you'll really enjoy hearing about my flight and how hard I still am thinking of you..." "Hurry up and get home then! I think you'll find my day pretty interesting too..." she says with a smile as she hangs up the phone. Her nerves have vanished, replaced by arousal and overwhelming lust. "It's too late to turn back now..." she says to herself. From her bag in the backseat, she selects a sheer negligee with a matching sheer thong. She glances up and down the street and, seeing no one, removes her clothes in the middle of the street. She slips into the sheer night gown and thong, relishing the feel of the light fabric on her nipples and the outer lips of her pussy. She bends over to find her shoes in the back seat, exposing her round ass and barely concealed mound to the night. She slips the flip flops from her feet, replacing them with the black, strappy stilettos she purchased especially for this meeting. She admires her legs, the soft curve of her calf muscle that is accentuated by the 6 inch heel. She touches up her lipstick in the reflection in the window before slipping on the short, light trench coat. She ties the sash but doesn't bother with the buttons, letting the top stay open enough to catch glimpses of the sheer fabric covering her full breasts. She reaches one last time into the car, grabbing the bottle of her favorite pinot noir. She straightens just in time to see headlights turning onto the block. "This is it," she thinks. "Tonight is the night..." He sees her standing there, lit by his headlights, and his cock springs to attention. He blinks, expecting the vision of her to go away like they have been all day... for the past several months really... But when he opens his eyes again, she's still there, leaning against a car. He pulls into his driveway and gets out of the car before he's even turned off the engine. "Sarah?" He asks as he moves toward her, but he already knows it's her. She looks even sexier in person than in any picture or fantasy, and he realizes that just her presence has raised his flag to full mast. "Zak..." she sighs. The sight of him, finally standing before her, makes her weak in the news. She looks at him, at his body, the way he moves toward her, at the obvious bulge in his pants, and feels herself become more wet than she ever remembers being. She can smell her arousal, the sweet scent of her pussy, before he's even touched her. He reaches her, and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. His mouth finds hers, their tongues pushing against each other in the frantic motion of their first kiss. His fingers lace into her hair, pulling slightly on her soft, curly hair. Her body melts into his, their lust for each other lighting up the dark street. He abruptly pulls away. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "This," she replies as she pulls him into their second kiss, less frantic but more sensual than their first. He grabs her waist, turning her to walk to his door. They walk together, their lips still exploring each other, their bodies bumping into each other, feeling for the first time the touch of the other as he walks her backward toward the door. He grabs the door knob behind her but finds it locked. "My keys are still in the car! Don't move." He says as he runs to the car to retrieve his keys. The engine quiets , and the headlights dim. In the new darkness, she sees him running back to her. He pulls her back to him for another kiss before reaching around her to unlock the door. He pushes her inside and kicks the door closed behind him, not bothering to lock it behind them. She pushes away from him and takes a few steps backwards into the living room, her eyes never leaving his. She sets the wine down on the coffee table, surprised she didn't drop it before, and unties the sash of the trench coat. Slowly, the coat slides away to reveal her bare shoulders, the soft skin of her chest, her breasts under the sheer fabric, her hard nipples casting tiny shadows in the dim lamplight. He can't breathe as the trench coat finally falls to the floor. She looks stunning. His eyes rove her body, desperate for every detail, every curve. She moves toward him, and his eye is drawn to the movement of her large breasts beneath the fabric, the sway of her hips, the bend of her knee, the soft line of her ankle. He finally meets her eyes again as her hand comes up to caress his face. "It's nice to meet you," she says and covers his mouth with hers before he can answer. The kiss begins slowly, a gentle parting of the lips , a tentative slip of tongue, her hand caressing his cheek. But can't control himself; he pulls her hips to his suddenly increasing the intensity of the kiss, forcing her lips apart with the tongue, sliding his hands around to squeeze the round, full cheeks of her ass. She responds in kind, grabbing his head and running her fingernails down his neck and back, gripping his shoulders, and moaning with pleasure. Through the thin fabric of the thong, she can feel his arousal and shifts her hips forward to grind her dripping pussy on the length of his shaft still trapped in his pants. She wants him. She wants to taste him, touch him, lick him, feel him inside her, filling her and stretching her. She pushes herself away again and stares in his eyes as she unzips his pants, grabs the waistband of his pants and boxers and pushes them down. His hard cock springs forward, bouncing and twitching. She lowers herself to her knees and immediately engulfs the head in her mouth, flicking her tongue on the sensitive underside of the head. If he hadn't already cum today with the stewardess, he would have cum right then. Her warm mouth slides further down his shaft until he can feel the tip slide down her throat and her nose touches his pubic hair. She begins to move her head so he's slowly fucking her mouth while gently cupping his sac in her hands. Suddenly, she stops and stands up. "I can't wait anymore," she says as she removes the thong and drops it on the floor with the trench coat. "Fuck me... I need to feel you inside me... right now," she commands. And he obeys. He steps forward, turns her around, bends her over the arm of the couch, and guides his cock into her warm, wet pussy. He fucks her hard, sliding almost all the way out and thrusting back in with one fast motion. His balls slap her clitoris on each thrust which makes her quickly cry out that she's cumming. Her muscles tighten and grip him so tightly that he almost can't move, but he fucks her through her first orgasm in short, quick thrusts. By the time her orgasm subsides and her muscles relax, he's on the edge of his own orgasm. But he wants to see her when he comes, so he pulls out and lays her down couch. He immediately pushes himself back into her tight, wet hole thrusting hard and fast. His hands take hold of her breasts, squeezing and flicking her nipples. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... YES! FUCK!... I'm gonna cum again!" she yells just as he reaches his climax. Her walls clench around him, contracting with her pleasure as his body tightens and releases string after string of hot, sticky cum in her vagina. He thrusts himself in to the hilt, feeling the wetness of her touching his pelvis. Feeling him cum inside her, coat her walls with his spunk, sends her over the edge to yet another orgasm. Her hips buck against him, forcing him even deeper into her while her body clenches again, milking the last few spurts of cum from him. They collapse together on the couch, with him still inside her and on top of her. Their breathing is ragged, their pulses are racing, their bodies drained of strength. He kisses her neck, she moans, and they enjoy the euphoria of their first encounter. *** To be continued