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Pilots Get Lucky

By: sssofftee



Oh god I was ready to burst. How did I ever let this get so far out of hand?

The flight attendant had been on my case for months. We'd flown together about 10 times on this account, with our trips spaced out several weeks apart. Both of us were married, but of course, not to each other. The luck of the draw had meant that Kristi and I had been teamed up, together with another pilot, almost every time. She was new on the account and very eager to impress everyone. The others couldn't help but be impressed.......especially by her delectable bod.

Kristi was young, asian, and over-the-top cute. A bubbly personality, tiny features, and a penchant for wearing tight clothes, made her an irresistable eye-magnet. Even for me, I couldn't resist staring at her incredibly cute, round ass when she wore those black tights to clean the aircraft. Awesome.

I had at least a decade on her, and more importantly, a terrific wife that was the best in the world. Moreover, every flight attendant that I'd ever met, of which there were many, had never, ever caught my interest. I found every one of them to be either annoying or burdensome. This little chicky, Kristi, however, had locked up my eyes when we first met, and her perky demeanor had captivated me from every second from then on. And that ass........

Contrary to popular opinion, flight attendants seldom pursue the pilots they work with. In my case, in spite of my disinterest, there had been a couple of occasions over the years where I realized a flight attendant was trying to let me know that I had "a chance". But, especially after I got married, I had never even acknowledged that I noticed, because I simply couldn't stand being around them after our work was done. With Kristi though, I didn't believe the interest she had in me was anything other than work-related. Therefore, as time went on, and we spent more time on the road together, she got closer without any obstructions from me. At night, she'd usually join the other pilot and myself at the bar, but seldom have more than one beer with us. Whenever she left us to go to her room for the night, the other pilot, no matter who it was, would always admire her disappearing ass and smile at me. They knew I was a very lucky sob to get to work with Kristi on a regular basis.

On this week's trip, the other pilot was Jason. I'd never met the young guy before, but we got along great from the start. He was pretty inexperienced on this aircraft, but a quick learner with a good attitude and open personality. Nothing seemed to escape the scrutiny of his bright baby-blue eyes. He was very clean-cut, in spite of sporting unfashionably long hair. However, with wavy blond locks, carefully cut to guarantee a wind-blown look, he was probably incredibly handsome to most women. This was reinforced by a voice-message I got by mistake on my hotel room phone, but more about that later.

Our stint together had started out a couple of days ago with three quick flights, and then nothing. We'd spent the last 4 days in the same hotel, occasionally going out to the plane to clean it and do some simple maintenance. Today, while Jason and I were doing stuff in the cabin, I had had to go up to the cockpit several times to get things. Each time, I'd had to squeeze past Kristi who was working in the galley, but she was always so considerate and helpful to stop her work to let me pass. But she was wearing those damn black leotards again. Hot damn! After passing her several times, it occurred to me that I still hadn't noticed what top she was wearing.......or even if she was wearing a top! This time when I passed behind her, she suddenly had to move to avoid a ground worker who was climbing onto the plane. Her butt smashed right into me. Lucky for me that she was so short that her butt was only high enough to hit my thighs, because I could feel an embarrasing bulge in my pants. As soon as I got to the cockpit, I tried to compose myself and think about dull, boring topics to dispel my spontaneous state of arousal. After a few minutes, I was ready to return to the cabin, but totally unprepared for what was about to happen.

Approaching the galley, my eyes immediately captured Kristi's ass pointing straight into the air. She was bent over, straight-legged, examining something in a box on the floor, pointing her perfect ass directly in my direction. Hormones overwhelmed my senses, screaming at me to run up and ram my cock right through that stretchy man-made fibre. I took a couple of steps forward, steeling myself to maintain control, just as the object of my stare began to sway and dance. As my jaw dropped in surprise, my eyes did too.......to discover Kristi's smiling eyes laughing at me from her upside-down face near the floor. I'm sure my face went beet red as I quickly brushed past her and fled into the cabin.

In the afternoon, back at the hotel, I spent some time reading and doing some work on the computer. When I got up to go for some coffee, I looked out my window to admire the beautiful view. The mountains and ocean looked awesome every time I saw them, but down below at the pool, there were some pretty interesting mountains too. I picked out Kristi almost immediately, mostly because her tiny frame was lounging on a chaise beside another one bearing a giant. The giant, of course, was Jason. His lanky young frame looked to be about 10 feet long, instead of the actual six-and-a-half or so that it really was. Kristi looked good in her fuscia bikini, even though it was out of fashion now, but my eyes picked out some other tantalizing figures too. Of course, there were the typical fat slobs, female and male, scattered around, but I also saw a couple of very hot girls in skimpy suits and a few, smoothly-muscled males: those kind of men that like to show off their well-honed bodies while making guys like me feel old and fat. Turning to go get dressed, I noticed my hotel room message light flashing. I picked up the handset and pushed the button to listen.

"You have one new message in your voicemail. New Message. Hey Jace....when are you coming up to fuck my brains out? I am so fucking ready to suck your beautiful cock.....'cause I'm already touching myself....I am soooooo wet......get the fuck up here and give me what I need. To save this message, press 7. To delete this message, press 1."

I pressed the number 1. I was so shocked that my knees gave out, dropping me into the desk chair. Damn! I wanted to hear Kristi's sex-starved voice again, but it was gone forever. I rolled the chair slowly over to the window. Looking down, the view of my two co-workers came into focus, but my shaking head could not match them to what I'd just heard. They both appeared to be asleep on their chairs, no doubt exhausted by their illicit bedroom antics while I'd been working in my room. I leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed, visualizing Kristi sitting astride a supine Jason, riding him like a wild cowgirl on her first stallion. It was only natural that my hand slid into my pants to comfort my throbbing rod while several more vivid images floated across my brain.

I luxuriated in the grasp of my fingers, rather than urging myself to seek release. I gave myself several long, slow pulls, separated by seconds of interminable anticipation, entertaining myself with an imagination that ran wild with Kristi and Jason. Rising to my feet, I opened my eyes to lock on their sundrenched figures below, stroking myself now without hesitation. With two fast, very hard pulls, I whipped my offending hand away and thrust my hardness forward, slamming into the window. I couldn't restrain a cry of pain, but that was quickly replaced by inward rejoicing. The pain had the desired effect; it obliterated my arousal and all thoughts of Kristi and Jason. I got a cold, wet cloth in the bathroom and dabbed my complaining equipment.

By the time we met for dinner that night, Kristi and Jason were already pretty happy. The combination of sun, swimming, and a couple of margaritas had Kristi, in particular, feeling no pain. It was the same for Jason, and happily, he was also more talkative than usual. Whether I imagined it or not, I was certain that Kristi was giving me more eye contact than normal: and that would be a lot. More than once, her hand briefly dropped onto mine on the table as she talked. Jason noticed a couple of times, but seemed to be completely disinterested in the fact. I watched Kristi's eyes when Jason left for the restroom. She looked him over like a piece of rare steak. She caught my eye then, but rather than turning pink, she merely giggled.

"He's kinda cute," she apologized softly, giggling even more. "I don't think I want to know." I tried to sound neutral, not wanting to come across like a disapproving parent, but also trying to let her know that I had no interest in her affairs. "Oh really?" Kristi's almond eyes were wide, with arched eyebrows to accentuate her disbelief. The lips parted slightly to blind me with pearly even teeth as a mischievous smile expanded her small mouth. She knew I was lying. I couldn't help but smile helplessly back at her.

We had no flight scheduled for the next day, so after dinner we followed our ears to the music that was playing in the hotel. I bought drinks for all of us, only to discover that Kristi had dragged Jason onto the small dance floor. I found a spot in a corner and downed most of my beer before they found me. Kristi was a little out of breath, but she took a very unladylike gulp from her drink.

"C'mon," she urged, grabbing my hand. With surprising force, this little girl pulled me through the crowd.

We had to dance close, since there was very little room to move, and it was very difficult to keep my eyes away from her bucking hips. Her smile never wavered as she locked up my eyes while she danced, occasionally bumping right into me without apology. I'd never danced with her before and quickly found myself mesmerized by her seductive behaviour. She grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against her as a slow piece started. Grinding away unashamedly, she practically dry-humped me on the dance floor. Her smile never let me go.

To say that I didn't enjoy this would be to deny my existence. Alcohol was now beginning to affect me too, but I was all too happy to take whatever she was offering. It occurred to me that she was simply teasing me, and that possibility made me relax the most. The alternative was both exciting and unnerving. Feeling me push back at her, Kristi slid her hands up from my hips to my arms and then to the sides of my head. With our groins glued to each other, she pulled my face a little closer to hers while our eyes eliminated the existence of all other dancers. Kristi's smile was clenched now, and her eyes softened while blazing with heat. I would have had to have been dead to resist kissing her.

She smiled and turned her face at the last possible second. My lips had barely touched hers at the instant she backed off, placing a tender index finger on my lips and beaming at me. She turned her whole body then, in time to the music, until her back, and ass, was pressed tightly into me. Her smile kept me from feeling embarassed about the kiss I'd just blown, as well as encouraging me to keep my obvious hardon tight against her ass.

The set abruptly ended. As the dancers around us started clapping, Kristi flung her arms up over my shoulders to pull me down for a long, deep kiss. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so deft yet timid, that I gave myself totally to her. She led and I followed, and I loved it.

"M'mmmmm.....that was nice," Kristi breathed up to me, releasing me only a little.

I decided one kiss was way more than I should have allowed, but GOD it was so good.

"Yeah," I smiled, unable to hide my own pleasure. "I kinda liked that." "I can tell," she laughed, playfully groping my pants.

Instinctively, to protect my enlarged and vulnerable parts, I backed away, making her laugh even more. She grabbed my hand and led me back to a table that Jason had found. She continued to hold my hand as we downed some water before attacking the margaritas that Jason had put in front of us. That wasn't enough; Kristi ordered double shots for all. People around us started to notice that we were having a pretty good time. A very hot girl came over to ask Jason to dance with her, and he couldn't get off his seat fast enough.

I hadn't tried to hide my interest in that girl's braless condition, and as she walked away with Jason, I could feel Kristi watching me stare at the disappearing beauty.

"Hey," she cried, feigning disappointment. "You're supposed to here with me." Kristi pouted. Her hand was still clutching mine. She squeezed mine hard. "Kiss me, and I'll think about forgiving you."

She didn't wait for an answer. I barely had to move. Her breath was hot on me, as the scent of her citrus perfume approached my nostrils together with those incredibly soft lips. Her mouth assaulted mine this time, taking no prisoners. There was no way to mistake her desire for a simple game of teasing.

Jason returned alone, just as our embrace was ending.

"We're going up to my room for just one drink, Jason," Kristi announced to my complete surprise. She shot me a sly smile with a wrinkle to tell me to go along with her. "You gotta come with us, to keep us from doing something we shouldn't," she laughed.

Jason had already seen us kissing, but, as if to remove all doubt, Kristi turned right in front of him and lip-locked me again with another long, wet kiss.

"Yeah....well, um." Jason wasn't sure what I wanted him to do about this new development. "What about that incredible babe you were dancing with?" I asked. "Oh she blew me off."

"I know what I'd like to blow," Kristi giggled softly.

"C'mon," I ordered, grabbing both of them. "We gotta get outta here."

Somehow, we all did end up in Kristi's room. At first, we were just going to have a drink, but Kristi mentioned a few of the excellent movies she had, so Jason and I decided we'd stay to watch a movie with her. She got it going while Jason and I moved the furniture. There was room on the couch for all of us, but Jason plopped into the easy chair beside it. With drink in hand, Kristi snuggled right up against me, her head right under my chin. I'd already seen the movie and knew it was a good action adventure with some very sexy scenes. However, it wasn't long before I noticed that Jason was slumped in his chair with his eyes closed.

Kristi didn't waste the opportunity of being close to me. Watching the movie, she half-turned to me, placing her hand on my chest. The other hand had been resting on my thigh since the opening credits. When the first romantic scene arrived with the handsome hero kissing a beautiful girl beside the ocean, Kristi's fingers began caressing my crotch. She moaned very quietly as she watched and then lifted her face up to mine. Unable to reach my lips, she offered her tongue and we air-kissed. Feeling her fingers get more aggressive, I lowered my face until I could capture her tongue in my mouth.

The sound of gunshots in the movie interrupted our concentration, breaking off the kiss. Kristi and I turned our attention back to the TV, but her hand never left my crotch. After several moments of non-stop action in the movie, Kristi turned to whisper something to me.

"Did you see Jason?" "Yeah, I know. He's sleeping." "No. No he's not. Have another look."

Discreetly, I glanced over long enough to confirm my belief that his eyes were closed. What was Kristi talking about? Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh my god!

There was a bulge in Jason's pants that looked like the Eiffel tower was under his zipper. It was difficult not to stare.

"Careful," Kristi hissed. "His eyes are closed, but I think he's still awake. And you saw what I saw, I'm sure. That makes me think he's not sleeping yet."

"God!"

"Yeah," giggled Kristi quietly. "Isn't that awesome?"

So that's what she'd been fucking all afternoon.

"What?" Kristi had heard me thinking out loud.

"What?" she repeated. "I never fucked him. What are you talking about?"

I couldn't face down her demand for an answer. Whispering forcefully, I told her about the message on my phone that had obviously been intended for Jason. A huge smile came over Kristi's face.

"That was to make you jealous."

"What?"

A little embarassed now, Kristi explained that her attempts to hit on me had always been taken as innocent play by me, so she finally resorted to trying to make me feel jealous. At first I didn't believe her, but she quickly convinced me by explaining how Jason had fallen in lust with a front-desk girl at the hotel and had banged her at every opportunity since we'd arrived. She laughed as she told how frustrated Jason was at my demand to work at the aircraft a couple of days earlier, because that was the last day that Jason could screw the girl before she went out-of-town for the week. Kristi said Jason's balls must be bursting with no action in the past few days.

"And what about mine?" I joked.

"I want to find out for myself," Kristi breathed naughtily in my ear, as I felt her unzip my pants. Her fingers were soft and warm as they slid inside to explore.

Kristi's timing was perfect. A few moments later, a scene that I loved came up in the movie. As we watched, with Kristi softly stroking everything she found inside my pants, two women in the movie embraced and fell into a long kiss. The camera softened them with a hazy dark image, as the kiss merged into something more.

"You love that don't you?" Kristi purred, turning to watch my eyes. "Oh yeah......" I couldn't take my eyes off the scene.

My peripheral vision saw Kristi turn slightly, and then snuggle up closer to me. "Jason's eyes are open slightly........he can't resist watching this either," she whispered, all-knowingly.

Kristi turned back to the scene, watching it with great interest. "God! They are so sexy!" she muttered to no one in particular. Her attention didn't waver from the set, as the camera panned back to show the girls, now completely nude, enjoying each other's bodies without reservation.

It was all I could do to keep from exploding in her hand. She sensed that expertly, and squeezed me painfully for several seconds. Looking at me now, she watched my face contort with pain, and nodded approvingly.

The movie had quickly switched to another scene, so it was a good time to get another drink and get more comfortable. Kristi got up and poured both of us some whiskey. I never knew she'd drink something like that. Jason stirred, pretending to just be waking up. He got up and went to Kristi's bathroom to relieve himself. I did the same when he returned.

"Maybe I should go?" "No Jason, I want you to stay." Kristi said rather firmly.

Jason looked questioningly at me. I shrugged my shoulders, but smiled to let him know that I was okay with whatever he did. He sat down in the chair again, but with a bit of a sheepish grin on his face. Kristi refilled his drink and then left us alone while she went to the bathroom. She was gone a long time, and both Jason and I were engrossed in the movie again by the time she returned.

The Kristi that returned was far different from the one we'd been sitting with a few minutes earlier. Jason and I dropped our jaws, going all bug-eyed as Kristi passed in front of us to block the TV.

"You guys don't mind if I wear something more comfortable, do you?" she asked rhetorically.

We were wordless as we stared at the pyjamas Kristi was barely wearing. It could have been a pair of boy's flannelette pyjamas that hung off her small body. A fun pattern of fruit played all over the lime-coloured material, but for us, it was the missing buttons that gave us the most joy. The top was unbuttoned all the way down to her belly button. The bottom had an unbuttoned fly that fluttered open all the way up to the waistband as she modeled in front of us. The pants were almost falling off her small hips. She had freed her long hair from the perennial bun, brushing it out into a long black mane that cascaded down her back. Her eyes flashed as she sought our approval.


Pilots Get Lucky Ch. 02



Kristi's back, for more fun with Sam, but this time she is the one who gets the big surprise. It's another attempt for me to practice writing from a male perspective, so any critiques from readers will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy it!





Once more, I was teamed with Kristi on a trip with no schedule that we could plan on. The other pilot was an old guy, who was nice enough, but he just wasn't much fun. Fortunately, he was a manager with lots of responsibilities, so he spent most of his free time working in his hotel room. That left Kristi and me with lots of time to "interact."

I'd flown a few trips with Kristi since that memorable night of depravity with Jason and her. Her behaviour on these subsequent trips was testament to the genuinely sincere, considerate nature of the gal. Knowing that I was a happily, no, exuberantly happily, married man, she left that fantastic night of sex back in the hotel room where it belonged, and never once mentioned it again, in words or actions. She continued to flirt, of course: that was stamped in her genes. Thank god! And, for me, the backdrop of my scene with her and Jason, loosened me up to flirt right back at her. We'd had our sex fix with each other, so that now we could just play with our lusts. That was the way it seemed to me, anyhow.

After a few days of "sitting", we finally got to fly to someplace new. A big city, even. Wow! Finally back in civilization, with no guess as to how long we might get to enjoy it, Kristi and I were deadset to make the most of it. We found a great restaurant within walking distance, right after checking-in to the hotel. The other pilot wanted an early night, and he chose to eat at the hotel, so we left him there and headed out. We had a bit too much wine with the meal, so we left there on foot to walk it off. We'd been told to walk towards the center of town, and as we did, we heard music. A few more blocks passed before we saw the people and the bands. It was a big street party, and we rolled right into it. A great summer night, a young,hot, sexy chick on my arm, and lots of dancing, crazy people, made it a wild, intoxicating party.

The next day, I got the word that we'd be staying at least a couple more days here. I was overjoyed and told the others.

"You going to breakfast?" I invited Kristi, as I gave her the news.

"Are you crazy? Why the fuck did you have to call me so goddamned early?" I could easily imagine her eyes clamped shut with sleep and frowning face. It made me smile.

"Ah.....it's 10:30 Kristi."

"It is????" I could imagine her fumbling around to look for a clock. "Shit"

"I guess that means you're skipping breakfast?" I teased.

"Hey look.....could you just bring me some coffee? Some good coffee, and real cream. Not this shit in the room stuff. Hot? Okay? Please?"

"Sure....sure."

The phone went dead.

I wasn't exactly feeling peachy either, but the idea of how much Kristi was suffering right now, made me smile. I went down and had a leisurely breakfast,and then got a thermal jug of coffee to go.

"Who's there?"

The groggy voice surprised me after only the third attempt to wake her up. I hadn't knocked too loudly, so I wouldn't disturb others in their rooms.

"Coffee, remember?"

There were several clicks on the other side of the door before it cracked open far enough to show Kristi's sad, sleepy face.

"Thanks," she said, with both eyes still mostly closed. "wanna come in?"

I was shocked. No way would any women invite a guy in her room when she looked as bad as Kristi did right then. It made me realize again how different she was from every other woman, and especially every other flight attendant, I'd ever known.

I smiled my surprise. "No no....I gotta go"

"Go jerk off?" Even dead tired and hung over, Kristi never gave up the game.

I laughed..........and as I did, she opened the door further. My eyes went straight to her chest. The hotel's white terrycloth robe hung on her like a tent, drooping all the way to the floor. But she wore it falling off her shoulders, with the rope looped but not fastened. As a result, it hung open at the front, revealing a teddy-bear negligee that was almost sheer. She made no attempt to cover up.

"Are you sure?" she questioning dryly, actually able to throw a suggestive smile now.

I just laughed my response again, as I turned and headed for the elevator.

"Mmmmm........nice butt," she hissed, watching me go.

I spent that day doing a little work in my room, and getting some exercise in the weight room and pool. I had a great appetite by the time 7 pm rolled around. When I got to the lobby to meet Kristi as planned, I was surprised not to see her anywhere. But then, after looking a little harder, I realized that the girl in the hat, jeans and t-shirt was my associate.

"Kristi...." I called quietly as I came up behind her.

The woman whirled around.

"You found me."

"Well, it wasn't easy," I admitted, looking her up and down.

A red baseball cap was pulled down tightly over her forehead, with her long, mostly tangled mane streaking out through the hole in the back. Her eyes were impossible to see, unless she looked up to me, and they were definitely fixed up with the miracles of cosmetics. The colour of her cheeks was fake too.

"Ah......would you rather stay here and eat?" I didn't know how to put it gently to her, that maybe she didn't look her best. She did, however, smell delightful: I decided that she'd tried the hotel's fruity skin lotion.

"What? Just because I look like a badass motorcycle momma who's been riding for hours after a night of binge drinking? You got a problem with that?"

I took that as an excuse to look her up and down again. God, even without big tits that plain white t-shirt was anything but boring, and those jeans had to be painted on.

I laughed, because I knew she was laughing behind those twinkling, but tired, eyes.

"C',mon let's go...........mmmmmm yummmy," she chirped, slapping my butt.

As we walked, it became apparent that Kristi was much more awake than she had appeared to be. Since she'd basically slept all day, she was ready for another night of fun. I was only interested in eating and getting a good night's sleep....until we entered our restaurant of choice. When we walked in, several people turned to look at us. In a way, I wasn't surprised, because we were similarly dressed, but physical extremes with my tall, lean older frame contrasting with Kristi's young, short curvaceous bod.

"As long as somebody's looking, we'd better give them something to see, huh?" she joked, running a hand up inside my t-shirt.

"So I guess I should do the same to you then?"

She abruptly withdrew her hand and scooted forward in front of me: but not before I was able to playfully slap her ass.

Following her, I looked up and immediately knew where I wanted to eat. I grabbed her arm.

"Let's eat at the bar."

"Wh-wh.....OH I see why."

Since she was hanging back a little, I strode forward to get the best seat before anyone else might happen by. It was the best bar seat, because it gave the best view....the best view of two, enticingly clad, gorgeous chicks, and a dude that sported some pretty awesome curves of his own. I was sure that he would be the eye candy for Kristi that would allow me to oogle the girls.

The guy was dressed in a white, russian satin top, and jet-black, straight-leg dress slacks. He looked totally suave and cool, while the girls looked a bit brittle and fake, in their "costumes" of black. They wore black, scoop-neck blouses, showing major cleavage on both girls. Combined with ultra-low-cut, stretch black jeans, the tops left a healthy gap of bare midriff exposed, even though the jeans sported a super-wide belt and enormous pewter beltbuckle. I climbed onto my chair just as the hot one bent over to grab a beer glass. Oh My GODDDD!

Her blouse had billowed open, showing me the full form of her sweet breasts hanging down under her. The underwire half-bra separated them into distinct melons, leaving almost nothing, except the nipples, to my imagination. When she straightened up, you could see them point upwards by themselves: firm, full and fuckable. My pants were suddenly way too small for me.

After she'd straightened up and moved a few feet away, my breath started returning. Slowly. A name tag claimed her to be Sayura, which I found to be almost as unique as her body. Sayura was so much like Kristi, yet completely the opposite at the same time. She was, incredibly, the most smoking hot chick I had ever seen, I'm sure. The first thing I noticed was her complexion. Not black, or brown, or even tanned, her skin seemed to be simply smokey, and so young, soft and taut. Her short, black hair, curving around her high cheekbones and angular lines, was cute and simple. Her almond eyes, neither asian nor western, seemed to smoke too, whenever she privileged me with a glance. This was accentuated by her long, delicate neck, and small shoulders. All of this was uncommonly beautiful, of course, but what put her over the top was a smile that lit up the galaxy. She had a wide mouth with 100 pearly white, sparkling teeth: or so it seemed, because she opened her mouth when she smiled....and she was smiling and laughing all the time, at everyone and everything. Unlike Kristi, she was tall, with long, straight arms, and of course, legs that went on and on and on. Her butt was a thing of perfection, jutting out behind her, but still small and perfectly round, like the juiciest peach I'd ever seen. The tight jeans parted her buttocks, leaving a big gap between her thighs right under her crotch. GOD! Watching her turn and walk to the other side of the bar made my bones go soft.

Just then, there was motion around us, as a guy came up to request the bar seat beside Kristi. Tall, relaxed and good-looking, he politely asked Kristi's permission to sit there. They shared a little laugh over something, as he sat down next to her. He looked to be 30-ish, a couple of years younger than me probably, with a full head of dense, wavy dark hair. Pale green eyes peered softly out from under a pronounced brow, making him distinctly attractive. But even more than that, it was his radiance of confidence and maturity that I found to be instantly magnetic. As he spoke softly with Kristi, I confirmed that his crisp, aqua-coloured linen shirt and cotton, roll-up pants complemented his friendly, down-to-earth demeanor. Then, as Kristi left a few minutes later, to visit the restroom, I watched him struggle to keep from staring at Kristi's disappearing ass. He caught my eye and knew that he'd been found out.

"Not bad, huh?". I smiled warmly, trying to convey that I totally understood his "problem".

"She's your co-worker, right? She told me that." There was an undertone of anxiety in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah........don't worry." I continued to smile until he started to loosen up. "There's nothing between us. I'm married, but not to her."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a second.

"Then you're a very lucky guy." His smile was genuine and warm.

"Hi, my name's Delaney."

We shook hands. He had a strong, big hand.

We got talking then, and hit it off very well. He was curious about Kristi, but not in the way of most guys you meet around the bar. We compared notes about the bartenders, while we kept our eyeballs full of them as we talked. More than once, as one of the girls came near us, we looked at each other with that "Did you see that?" expression all over our faces. He liked the blonde best, so we had fun debating why. She had straight, long blonde hair, a mildly tanned complexion, and chalky-white skin. Her green eyes were more piercing than his, I thought, but her full lips were much too scarlet for my taste. Also, she carried an extra pound or two around her hips and thighs. Still, she gave me a big rise many times that night.

When Kristi returned, she joined our conversation without interrupting, although we did quickly switch the topic to something less graphic. At the same time, I started to get somewhere with Sayura, maybe because the dinner crowd had thinned out by now. When she realized that Kristi and I worked together only, and that I was only trying to make conversation rather than pick her up, Sayura opened up and we traded barbs the same way I did with Kristi. As she grew more friendly, my eyes spent less time undressing her, and much more time glued to her increasingly smokey, mysterious eyes. They showed more and more interest and her lips began to smile and part more often when we spoke. I couldn't believe that such a smoking hot babe was interested in me, so I assumed that she was just working on the tip.

In spite of all the attractions, I was fading fast. Last night's sleep had been short, and shallow due to alcohol, and I needed a real night's sleep to recover. Kristi was reluctant to leave, because she was having fun and had had all day to sleep. However, she wasn't going to stay there by herself. I paid the bill, and told Sayura, after she saw the huge tip, that we'd probably be back tomorrow. Delaney smiled his goodbye and said that he might be back tomorrow night too.

"Delaney's a pretty nice guy, huh?" I asked innocently, once we were out on the sidewalk.

I interpreted, rather than saw, Kristi's smile as she replied.

"Oh yeah......he was fun."

"I thought so. I liked him too. What about the bartender?"

"The dude? Are you kidding? He's too young and cute. He'd be great on my arm to take to parties and stuff, but you could see that's he's totally into himself."

"So......just a fuck and forget?"

She laughed out loud. "Definitely! Yeah, just a fuck and forget. For sure!"

She grabbed my hand in hers and swung it high as we walked.

"And what about dear Sayura, huh? Is she a fuck and forget?.....if you were single, of course."

"Oh god," I sighed immediately. My mind whirled at the sights I'd enjoyed.

"Aha!" Kristi jumped on it. "I knew it. She's incredibly hot, huh?"

"Smoking.........absolutely smoking hot." I could barely breathe.

"Yeah," she said, stopping us and turning to me, "I definitely agree." She paused for a second, looking up into my eyes. "Are you.....uh....going to need.... uh..... going to need some help, tonight?" Her delivery was gentle and sincere, like that of an innocent child.

My hands went under her arms, bringing her close as I bent down to meet her.

We kissed.

Holding her close, I waited until she opened her eyes.

"That wasn't called for......but very nice," she whispered.

"Just like your offer." I whispered back.

I kissed her again. Her lips were just too inviting.

"This is your way of turning me down, isn't it?" she breathed as we parted once more. "You are turning me down, aren't you?"

"Yeah.......you know I can't........I just can't." I couldn't form the words to describe what I really wanted to do with, to, and for her.

"But you want to, Sam......I know that....and....but I'm glad, because I understand."

"Oh god, Kristi, I want to make love to you all night long.....and all day too."

Kristi stopped again, and looked up at me.

"You know you can have me anytime you want," she said tenderly. "You know that.....don't you?"

I kissed her, gently....a 'thank you' kiss....rather than to try to form a reasonable reply.

We walked along in silence, our minds working overtime at what we'd just admitted to each other. The alcohol tonight was freeing up our tongues to talk more openly about our mutual experiences and thoughts.

"Did you tell your wife about me?"

I'd been expecting that question ever since the memorable night we'd shared with Jason.

"Of course." Truth was the easiest answer, especially after I'd been drinking.

"I mean about our night with Jason," she pried a little deeper.

"I know that's what you meant," I replied quietly. "Yeah I did."

Somehow it was easier to talk about things like this without looking into each others' eyes. I was beginning to feel some previously unrecognized tension float away, as we talked about that night.

"Ah.....how.....if you don't mind my asking......how did she react?"

I took a deep breath.

"She was instantly, totally pissed....until the tears came."

"Oh god!" Kristi squeezed my hand and hugged me close. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be....it's okay." I stroked her long, tangled strands of hair.

"I'm a bitch, aren't I?"

"No....don't say that," I calmed her. "My wife said that many times, before she blamed it all on me....but honestly, she's okay with it now." I took a huge breath then, hoping that I was about to do the right thing. "....and I'll tell you why."

"Huh?"

"She was pissed at first.........until I told her about Jason......about me and Jason."

"You mean....you mean......"

"Yeah." I sighed. "When she heard that we were together, and you were...ah...performing for both of us, she thought you were a total bitch in heat. Then, " my words tumbled out faster and faster now, "when I started to talk about how Jason and I got it on, she changed her whole tone of condemnation and instead wanted to hear every detail."

There were several seconds of silence while Kristi figured it out.

"She....like....you mean it got her hot?"

"Like crazy."

"Omigod." Then "Wow! That's really amazing."

"Yeah."

Silence fell over us then, for the final couple of blocks to the hotel. It was a very comforting silence. We'd admitted some very huge things between us in a short walk, and I felt much closer to Kristi now, then ever before, but in a very very good way. It would have been perfect now to take her up to her room and anchor our new intimacy by making love all night, but she knew I couldn't do that. At least, I hoped she understood that. She paused at her door, after opening it.

"I'd love to kiss you goodnight....but I don't think we should," she sighed.

"Yeah," I admitted sadly, as I delivered a light peck on her cheek. "You're right."

"See you tomorrow........have a good sleep this time." I encouraged her, trying to sound cheerful.

Early the next afternoon, I went out to the pool for my daily exercise and got a nice surprise. Not only was Kristi out there getting some rays, but also, reclining in a chair beside her, was Delaney. He waved first, as if there were some chance that I might not notice the hottest pair of bods lying around the pool.

"Hey Delaney," I said, striding up to grab his firm handshake, "I'm glad to see you taking care of Kristi for me."

We laughed, while Kristi threw me a sarcastic glare.

"Glad to see you too. Sit down," he waved to a chair beside them.

Ignoring the offer for the moment, I asked Kristi "So I guess it's not exactly a coincidence that you ran into Delaney out here?"

She put down her constant companion, her smartphone, only for a moment to reply.

"Well, we don't know how long we'll be here, so I thought we'd both enjoy his company while we can."

"Here's to that," smiled Delaney, raising his water glass.

I tossed my towel onto the proffered chair, but stayed standing instead to limit the conversation. I'd come out to get some exercise, and the only thing getting exercise while I talked and looked at them was the thing between my legs. Kristi's ivory bikini was giving me fits. Her firm, round globes filled the top so perfectly, and there was only a tiny string around her hips which kept in place the microscopic piece that preserved her modesty. Occasionally as we talked, she fiddled with her sunglasses to "inadvertently" show me how her eyes were looking me up and down. That made my heart pump purple. Next to her, Delaney wore a teal euro-style swimsuit, like mine, which looked very good on him. Though both of us carefully kept eye contact while talking, it was impossible not to notice that he was fit and trim, with nice muscle mass and strong chest features. His legs suggested that he might be a distance runner. When I finally found a chance to escape to go for my swim, I had a strong feeling that four eyes were burning into my backside as I turned and walked to the pool.




Pilots Get Lucky Ch. 02



I'd done at least a dozen lengths before congestion in the pool made me stop. That's when I noticed that Delaney had also jumped in, but he, too, had to stop.

"Too many fucking kids!" he hissed softly, grimacing as he swam over to me.

"Gives me an excuse to stop," I panted with a grin.

He smiled back and agreed.

Realizing that the situation wasn't going to change anytime soon, I climbed out and strolled over to Kristi, but Delaney decided to stay in the water to cool off.

Kristi was grooving to something good and didn't notice me lie down on the nearby chaise.

"Good workout?" I heard after a few minutes.

Kristi had unplug an earbud for a moment, and turned her head to ask me the question.

I decided to be honest. I looked at her intently for a second too long and replied, "Yeah, but looking at you gives me many ideas for a much better workout."

That pleased her.

"Believe me, Sam," she said fervently. "I get the same ideas looking at you in that little suit."

A second or two passed. Then, "Oh my!" she sighed.

A little tent had risen in my suit.

Kristi sensed it was a good moment to speak her mind. She looked to verify that Delaney was still in the pool, and then removed the other earbud and her sunglasses. She leaned in my direction, closing about half the distance between us. She spoke almost too quietly for me to hear.

"What do you think of Delaney now?" she asked, barely surpressing a smile.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean," she almost winked, "in that little suit, just like yours and the way he moves.....he's....well..." that smile broadened, "he's kinda hot, don't you think?"

"I really didn't notice....."

"Ah c'mon Sam!" The smile was instantly replaced by a pout. "He certainly took a good look at you!"

"Really?"

"Can't you be honest for a minute?" Kristi's eyes pleaded with me.

Perhaps, in her world, the sex that I'd enjoyed with Jason meant that I was now automatically interested in attractive men, and, even worse, eager to discuss them with her. Nothing could be further from the truth. 

After a moment or two of peering into those eyes, my walls came tumbling down.

"Yeah....okay," I replied resignedly. "He looks pretty good in that suit." I went on, wondering how much to say. "Not many guys, except maybe models can get away with wearing a suit like that and not get laughed at by people like me."

"For sure.......but you've got a euro-suit too, and you're definitely not a model either."

"Okay, I'm not trying to compliment myself......I wear this suit because I like to be different, and it also forces me to stay in shape."

"Okay, so......" she paused slightly. "He sure liked looking at you, you know."

I didn't know what to say to that. It surprised me, of course, and, definitely titillated me, but I'd never admit that to her. In response, I tried to look politely disgusted.

"He totally stared at your butt all the way to the pool, not to mention how he checked you out when you first came over to see us."

She eyed me expectantly, but I was half-flattered, half-shocked to hear what she was saying.

"Mmmmm.....great," I replied, with less enthusiasm than she obviously wanted.

I could see that my responses deflated Kristi, but I just couldn't get too excited about her "revelations." 

Right then, our little talk came to an abrupt end, because a soaked Delaney arrived at the table.

"Hey guys, I didn't notice the time," he rasped, a little out of breath. "I've really got to get going."

"Ah..."

"Yeah yeah, sorry," he went on, grabbing a couple of towels. He wrapped one around his hips and towelled off a little with the other.

"Maybe we'll see you tonight?" I volunteered.

"No, sorry Sam. I told Kristi that I'm meeting up with another very sweet woman tonight."

"Well, I hope it goes great."

"Thanks."

Kristi got up, and Delaney gave her a kiss, full on the lips. I shook his hand, and he was gone.

That evening, Kristi requested that we try out a nearby sushi joint instead of eating at my favourite new bar.

"We'll go there for drinks afterwards, okay?" she promised.

How could I say no? When I'd met her in the lobby, I'd been blown away by her appearance. She'd put on a lovely print, off the shoulder, sundress, covered with subdued dusk colours, appropriate for evening wear, complemented by scarlet 2-inch open toe pumps. Her long hair shone so brightly it almost sparkled. A charm bracelet was the only jewellery on her. She turned at my voice and her smile had cratered me.

"Of course, of course," I recovered. "I'd prefer some seafood for a change anyway."

So that was it. We set out on foot as usual, with me beaming to have such a beautiful young gal at my side.

I was so grateful to see her put away her phone shortly after the food arrived. The atmosphere and service was perfect for intimate conversation, and it would have been a shame to waste it with her attention continually interrupted. As a result, we covered a lot of topics: some funny, some embarassing, some sexual, some disappointing, but all of them serving to bring us closer. When the bill came, I was almost disappointed to realize this meal would end, in spite of the anticipation of seeing Sayura again. Kristi leaned over and kissed me, long and tenderly.

"What was that for?"

"I don't think I need a reason, do I?" she smiled, breathing against my lips. "I just thought it was the perfect way to end a lovely dinner with you."

I smiled back, not moving from her lips. "God Kristi, sometimes you are the most irresistible woman in the world."

Any sensation of disappointment was instantly banished from my mind when we entered my favourite new bar. Following Kristi, it was easy to see over her head and catch sight of lovely Sayura. My heart did a double-thump. Tonight, the bartenders wore the opposite of last night. Tonight, the dude was dressed in total black, while the girls wore white tuxedo shirts and black slacks. Sayura's crisp, ivory shirt, with high winged collars and 3/4 length sleeves contrasted sensationally with her complexion and jet black hair. Buttoning done the front were diamond studs, and she'd left enough open to create the suspense that she'd spill out of the shirt at any moment. To finish off, she wore silver hoop earrings and a silver/diamond pendant that hung perilously above her awesome cleavage. She was simply stunning.

"Hi loverboy!" she cried sincerely, reaching over the bar for my hand.

I croaked out a weak response while my eyes drowned in her lovely flesh. She smelled like a meadow of gardenias.

"So good to see you Kristi." Kristi clasped Sayura's hand in both of hers, and replied much more intelligently than I had.

It seemed to be only seconds before we picked up exactly where we'd left off the night before. We had drinks in front of us before we knew it, and I sat back and marvelled at how the continually-interrupted conversation took off. Although I seldom had a contribution to the interaction, they seemed to laugh uproariously whenever I did, and it was at least 2 drinks down before I even noticed the other bartender. Seeing her reminded me of Delaney's infatuation with her, and that reminded me of seeing Delaney at the pool today. Suddenly I realized how stupid it was to have my mind steered away by him, while the most delicious creature on earth laughed, danced and cajoled right in front of me.

Sitting back provided me with something else that I might never have noticed. At first, the mere notion seemed ludricrous: but the more I watched, the more obvious it became to me. The increasing amount of eye contact between Sayura and Kristi was the first indication, and then I started to note the subtle, and not so subtle, compliments that they sent each other. The girls were flirting. I'd never seen anything like it before, and was therefore very suspicious of my observations, but it was exciting to be around. Just when I was getting on a roll, I heard the words that crashed me back to reality.

"I get off at eleven," Sayura said, regretfully.

Kristi fired back. "I'd like to get off then too." The sake, beer, and tequila had pretty much destroyed her sense of poise and discretion.

Sayura didn't miss a beat. "I'm sure Sam will be glad to get you (off) home safely."

She whispered "off" so only we'd heard it, and as she did, she flashed a missile at me with her eyes.

"Of course, of course," I replied. "Her and anyone else that wants a ride." It was my turn to sear her eyes.

Sayura smiled demurely, but her eyes reflected that she'd understood me completely.

It was difficult to accept that handshakes were the only method of saying goodbye without getting her in trouble. We'd have to fly away soon, if not tomorrow, but then certainly the next day, so it was likely that I'd never see her again. That was difficult to imagine. We'd shared a lot of fun the past two short evenings. However, I said my goodbyes and steered Kristi toward the door, never looking back. We walked in total silence back to the hotel.

Entering the hotel, Kristi begged me to have a drink at the bar.

"No Kristi. I'm tired and just want to get to bed."

"Aw c'mon Sammie," she pleaded, with her semi-drunk little squeek. "Let's talk about what a wonderful day it's been."

"You need to sleep too Kristi."

"Okay, okay, but just one little drinky poo? We're not flying anywhere tomorrow anyway. What's a few more minutes?"

Then "I'd love you to stay with me just for a bit, okay?"

Those eyes, and pouting lips had the predictable effect on me.

"Okay...just one."

Well, one drink turned into a couple more: surprising me by all the alcohol that this girl was sloshing down tonight. Kristi had powered up her phone the instant we'd returned to the hotel, and it seemed to be interrupting her continuously now. That forced us to spend more time to get through our drinks. After 3 drinks, I'd had enough, and was just rising to my feet when the impossible happened. Swooping in beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder to encourage me to stay, was Sayura! I couldn't believe my eyes! I reached for her hand, but instead she lowered her face to let me kiss both cheeks. M'mmmm that lovely gardenia scent again.......so fresh. Then she moved to exchange a hug with Kristi and plant a kiss on her cheek. She breezed into a seat between us. Unable to believe this was happening, I couldn't manage words. Instead, I filled my eyes with her. She'd changed from her bartending clothes. Now she wore tight jeans that fitted inside high-heeled cowboy boots that sparkled with mauve pendants. Over the jeans tumbled a short-sleeve belted teal blouse, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a cotton, white undergarment. She'd tossed the hoop earrings, but kept the diamond pendant. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled with amazing intensity, and her smile never stopped. She nursed her beer reflectively, even though the hotel bar was closing.

"I've got some tequila in my room," suggested Kristi.

Sayura happily agreed, and I couldn't get to my feet fast enough.

Easily the most sober among us, Sayura held us steady as the elevator took us up.

I took Kristi's key card and opened the door for them. I wasn't sure if Kristi planned to get out a movie she'd taken from the airplane for us to watch, or if we'd just sit around and drink until she and I conked out. It wouldn't take much to put either of us out, I knew. I walked in and decided to rearrange a little furniture so that we'd be able to all see the tv comfortably, if we decided on that.

"You gonna down one with me?" Kristi suggested, more than asked. Her words were getting more slurred by the minute.

"Absolutely!" cried Sayura.

I watched her take the shot glass from Kristi and down it instantly. "More!"

Kristi screamed delightedly, downed her own glass in a quick gulp and hurried back with the bottle. Her co-ordination fast disappearing, she splashed tequila all over as she refilled the small glasses. Then, wavering around, she held the glasses, one in each hand, to offer one to her new drinking buddy.

That's when Sayura surprised us. Instead of taking a glass, Sayura placed her hands on Kristi's waist. She started to manouevre Kristi around the floor, gradually morphing into a dance. Kristi's disc player had been left running the whole time that we'd been out.

"I like this song......don't you?" I heard her ask Kristi softly. The room was only dimly lit from the single light switched on near the door.

With their eyes locked on each other, there was no concern about the tequila spilling all over the rug. Sayura stopped for a moment then, but Kristi didn't move except to try to keep her balance standing up. Sayura pulled off her cowboy boots, and then bent down to lift Kristi's feet out of her low pumps. Tenderly, and longer than necessary, she handled each foot, putting them softly on the floor. When she rose to her full length once more, Kristi tossed the remaining tequila from one glass down her throat. Sayura took the other glass and did the same.

Then, the unimaginable happened. The glasses dropped to the floor as the girls reached hesitantly for each other. Looking up, Kristi sort of lost her balance and Sayura caught her, bringing them closer. Sayura drooped her face to pause barely a breath away from Kristi as their eyes spoke lustily. Kristi closed the distance, and they kissed. OH MY GOD!

My knees gave out immediately, felling me onto the arm of the sofa. I watched them kiss. Their lips were barely touching, but not releasing the other for a second, while they held each other with fingertips. The kiss lasted a few seconds, before another one, much longer, followed. Watching Kristi kiss her, without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty, blew me away. I'd never imagined that Kristi might even be interested in women, nor be anything else but a total guy magnet. 

Sayura's head rose then, and she stepped back from Kristi. Never releasing Kristi's eyes, she slowly undid each button of her blouse, and then released the belt. In one smooth motion, the blouse opened and fell from her shoulders. Her white undergarment was a spaghetti-strap, sheer cami.

"Shit yeah!" Kristi whispered, staring at Sayura's chest. "Oh my godddddddd! Yeah!"

Peering through the cami were Sayura's huge pink aerolae, the nips not yet making an impression through the cami, but they didn't need to.

I groaned at the sight, barely able to suppress words. I was scared that any noise from me might make this beautiful apparition disappear.

Sayura beamed at Kristi, obviously pleased by her response. Kristi embraced Sayura this time, kissing her long and passionately.

I collapsed now, into the sofa, totally blown away by the sight of what these gorgeous girls were doing right in front of me. They were so close that I could almost have touched them if I stretched forward as far as possible. I stayed deathly quiet, afraid that any noise might interrupt my private show. But it wasn't a private show....they were totally into each other, ignoring my presence, while their panting and breathless words confirmed the intent of their kisses. I'd never imagined that Kristi was anything but hungry for guys, and to see her so totally swooning over Sayura was almost too much for me. She was kissing her like she'd kiss any guy: but probably even hotter. After they worked each other up with kisses, Sayura retreated a little. She put the bottle of tequila on the nearest table, and then put her hands on Kristi's shoulders. Gently, she pushed the sundress off her shoulders, and then freed each arm individually. It took a little encouragement to tug the dress down far enough to reveal the strapless, skin-tone bra. Then, as Kristi gave a little gasp, Sayura ripped the fabric zipper apart, just enough to let the dress slide to her hips. I watched Sayura's hand slide down inside the dress, over Kristi's butt. Kristi looked up, wonderingly, into Sayura's eyes.

"I wanted to touch your perfect ass the first time I saw it," murmured Sayura. "GOD! It feels even better than it looks."

Kristi stood motionless.

Sayura took Kristi's hand now, and guided it to her left breast, where she released it. I watched in awe, as Kristi cupped the heavy boob, automatically feeling for the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Again they kissed, while their hands explored each other.

"I wish I had tits like yours," sighed Kristi, as their lips parted for air.

"Show me yours," invited Sayura.

Kristi paused, but only for a moment. Reaching behind her, she covered herself with her arms as the bra dropped. Then, watching Sayura's eyes, she slowly dropped her arms away.

Sayura simply stared at the soft, round orbs for a moment: perfectly round, tender peaches, with small dark nipples that stood out like bullets, then looked into Kristi's eyes. 

"I knew they'd be beautiful," she crowed softly, touching one while keeping her eyes on Kristi's, "like the rest of you."

Kristi's eyes fluttered at the soft touch, and Sayura beamed.

"You are such a pretty..... pretty woman," Sayura crooned. And in a much softer voice, "I totally creamed when I saw you tonight in that lovely, fresh dress."

She leaned in and they kissed again before Kristi could open her eyes. Only then did I notice Sayura's hand had snaked down between them, pressing her fingers against Kristi's feminity.

"Oh Sayura!" panted Kristi, showing no sign of disapproval.

"Did you enjoy checking me out at the bar last night, Kristi?" Sayura asked with a little growl. "You knew that I was looking at you." Her fingers were obviously working now.

"Oh god......god!" Kristi moaned, both from the stimulation and the question. "Yes.....oh god I got so moist last night......I'd never felt that before...."

"You looked like a naughty girl.....like you were recovering from a wild night...and those jeans....oh god....your ass looked so sweet I wanted to pinch it and kiss it."

"Ah......yeah......I would have liked that...."

"And tonight you came in smelling like a meadow, dressed like an innocent school girl......damn I wanted to rip your dress off right there!"

"I woulda liked that too," smiled Kristi, looking up for a kiss. "I wanted to get as close as possible to you.....to your lips....your scent was heavenly."

They kissed.......deeply.

They continued to kiss then for a long time without interruption, while their hands played over and under every curve on their very curvaceous bodies. There was no way that I could stand the pressure against my jeans, so I had no choice but to unbuckle them and let my bulging briefs spread open the fly. I was dying to pleasure myself, but couldn't bear to think of being so obvious, with them being so close. Instead, I tried to satisfy myself by letting my hand rove over my groin occasionally, to give myself a savage, fast grab. It was painful to hold myself back.

"God, you are so pretty," Sayura sighed again, drifting from Kristi's lips, to tongue her nipple.

"Ahhhhhhhhh.......god!" Kristi cried at Sayura's touch. She looked down as Sayura closed her mouth over the breast and sucked.

My penis shot out of my shorts, and I was powerless to deny it my hand. All of us moaned at the same time.

"Tender, sweet nipples.......you are so lovely, Kristi," sighed Sayura, sucking and tonguing contentedly.

After several sublime moments of this, Sayura straightened up to face Kristi. Neither girl moved. Kristi then watched while Sayura unbuckled her own belt, undid the jeans, and slowly unzipped the fly. Nothing happened. Then, with a tiny smile, Sayura took Kristi's hand and slid it up under her cami. Releasing Kristi's hand, Sayura pulled the cami hem up to uncover the breast that Kristi was touching. Her smile broadened, suggestively.

"It's just like yours, dear," she purred, "only different. It's mine."




Pilots Get Lucky Ch. 02



Obediently, Kristi brought her lips up to the nipple. Cupping it in her small hand, she flashed her tongue across it: once, twice, again, again, and again, over and over. Her mouth closed over the entire nipple.

"G-G-G-God!" mouthed Sayura, enjoying Kristi's growing confidence as the smaller girl kissed her breasts. Sayura grabbed the cami now, and pulled it completely off, over her head, while Kristi seemed to feast on the uncovered flesh. I had a terrific view of what I'd been dying to see for two nights. Sayura's breasts weren't as big as I'd imagined, but instead they were pear-shaped, with a large round base and firmly jutting upwards, crowned with almost saucer-sized nipples that pointed at the stars.

This went on for several minutes, allowing Sayura to occasionally glance at me and smile.

"Are you enjoying this, Sammie dear?" she teased softly, eyeing my very active hand.

"Oh god yes!" I gasped.

Her smile was almost wicked. "You like watching us kiss and play with each other's tits?"

"You're driving me nuts."

"Kristi's driving me nuts too," she replied, a little breathlessly. "I've been dying to kiss her......and see her tits......and suck her tits....just like you."

"Suck her tits Sayura."

Without a second's hesitation, Sayura bent down and licked at Kristi's erected nipple.

"Oh god!" Kristi and I both cried, almost in unison.

Now Kristi looked over at me for the first time since the scene had begun. After her eyes smoldered in mine for long seconds, she glanced at my busy hand and smiled knowingly. I had to keep stopping my hand, because I was so dangerously close to cumming. Alternatively, I'd grab it loosely and slam it against my thigh.

"You need to take your clothes off, Sammie," slurred Kristi.

"Yeah Sammie," joined Sayura. "Do that."

The girls stopped their embracing, to watch me. I yanked my t-shirt over my head in a couple of seconds, to cheers from Kristi and oohhs-and-ahhs from Sayura. Still sitting, I shrugged off my jeans and sandals together. I felt Sayura's eyes sweep over me. 

"Off with it!" she ordered.

Since my penis was already out, I had no reason to keep the briefs anyway. Off they came. I dropped my arm over my groin to try and hide myself a little.

"Yeah!" Sayura beamed, exchanging smiles with Kristi. "Nice bod!"

"Yeah!" Kristi laughed.

"Mmmmm," smiled Sayura, turning back to Kristi. "I knew we were going to have fun tonight!" she said, as she kissed Kristi.

"Oh god I love kissing you sweetie."

Kristi just moaned from under the kiss.

Sayura took Kristi's head in her hands and guided her mouth down to her breasts. As Kristi slurped happily, Sayura ripped her dress a little more, and pushed it over Kristi's hips down to the floor. She looked at me as she slid her fingers inside Kristi's panties, eliciting a long, low groan from Kristi.

"Kristi's so fuckin wet for me," she smiled, "aren't you sweetie?"

"Oh god oh god!" was all that emerged from Kristi.

"You've never been with a woman before, have you?"

No response.

"I know you haven't, Kristi." Sayura blew a bigger smile at me. "Just keep sucking my tits, and let me lead you there. I promise I'll make you scream."

Sayura pulled Kristi's mouth up to hers and they kissed again, while Sayura's fingers never missed a beat.

"Pull off my jeans, Kristi," she suggested.

Kristi knelt down in front, tugging the jeans that were so tightly glued to Sayura's legs. Right in front of her face, appeared a lacy, red thread of material. Barely visible was a thrush of jet black hair behind. She looked up at Sayura's smiling lips, before noticing the molten heat in her eyes. Kristi turned her face and placed her cheek against the soft cloth.

"Yeah," breathed Sayura.

Kristi turned slightly, and placed a light kiss on the cloth, just as Sayura's fingers slid slightly under it. She looked up at Sayura, as the tall woman touched herself.

"Do it."

Kristi lowered her face and flicked her tongue across the same red material.

"Christ.....yeah!" Sayura groaned. She removed her fingers from behind the panty, and offered them to Kristi. She was rewarded with a light kiss first, before Kristi sent out her tongue to carefully lick each finger.

I had to grab my penis and squeeze it as painfully as hard as I could. It was a miracle that I didn't cum.

"Go get a couple of pillows," Sayura ordered Kristi.

Kristi rose from the floor and went into the ensuite bedroom and quickly returned. Sayura removed the pillow slip from one pillow and moved behind the sofa.

"Put your hands behind your back," she instructed. When I did, she bound them surprisingly firmly together with the pillow slip. Next, she bound my feet in the same way.

"Kristi and I are going to go have some fun," she said, rising in front of me. My eyes were glued to her magnificent tits.

She grabbed my chin in one hand and lifted my gaze to meet her eyes.

"If you watch, you'll just jack off and leave nothing for us later," she growled, emphasizing her tone by roughly grabbing my hardon in her other hand.

She squeezed hard.

"Yooooowwww!"

"Don't fuckin come and watch us, or I'll kick your balls through your face....and I mean it." Sayura's words hit me hard, almost fiercely.

With that, she dropped my face, and my meat, and turned to Kristi, giving me a close-up visual of her minimally covered, pantied ass level with my face.

"C'mon Kristi," she said, sweetly and softly, reaching out her hand. "Let's go make you scream."

Sayura led her into the bedroom then, and I overheard Sayura tell her to leave one of the glass entry doors slightly open. Kristi's eyes were wild with excitement, and her lips quivered as she took one last little glance at me as she pulled the double doors over, behind them.

Stone sober now, I sat there naked and tied, straining my ears while suffering with my predicament. My cock was pointing at the ceiling, screaming for attention as my mind raced through the scene that I'd just witnessed. Madly, I tried to memorize every visual that I'd seen. Meanwhile, the room was completely quiet. Whatever they were doing in the bedroom was too quiet for me to pick up. I imagined them lying on the bed, kissing quietly as their bodies heated up. Before long, I was rewarded with a whimper or two, followed soon after by a moan. My penis had started to soften from the weight of inactivity, but now it's descent was slowed. I started to hear indistinct words, murmurs really, and stronger moans. My mind raced at the possibilities of what they might be doing to each other. No doubt, the experienced Sayura was taking advantage of my Kristi, caressing those small soft breasts, or maybe biting the pencil hard nipples while her fingers lazily played with her clit. Or maybe she was playing with her own clit, while she guided Kristi's hot mouth over her own gorgeous breasts. Had she ripped off Kristi's panties yet? Maybe Sayura's wide, delicious mouth, full of 1000 pearly teeth, was already down there, tasting and licking, probing Kristi's tight, sweet pussy.

"Oooo...aaahhhhh.....oh god oh god oh god." Unmistakeably Kristi's gentle cry, I was dying to see her wild eyes and nervously twitching lips as Sayura pleasured her in a way she'd never known before. I could imagine how focused her eyes were, locked on to those of her lover, as her world started to spin and explode.

In no time at all, the soft moans had become groans, and they were replaced by cries, and yelps and screams.......before total quiet enveloped us again.

I sat there for a moment, sweating with excitement, realizing that my pounding heart was assaulting my ears. The sudden silence was heavier than a lead blanket, and more encompassing than an ocean. Little did I know that what had transpired was only an appetizer.....the really kinky stuff was about to begin.

I hate to end it here, but it's already too long. I've got some spicy bits that should make the next chapter very interesting.......



Pilots Get Lucky Ch. 03



Note to my readers: In this Chapter, Sam begins to show something that I had not anticipated when I first created his character. I have enjoyed discovering this inside him, but not in providing the level of detail demanded by his authorship. Some of my readers, particularly the females (like me) would prefer a more abstract approach, but my male collaborators (to whom I am very grateful) convinced me of the necessity of describing Sam's behavior in quite graphic detail : detail that I was loathe to write at the outset. This was far beyond my range of sensibility, but I perservered, in my labor of love to portray Sam as he would have done himself.(thereby improving my ability to cast away my feminine underpinings)

Having been forewarned, you are now invited to please read on......(and provide me YOUR opinion...thank you!)

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I don't know how long I held on, fiercely striving to discern a sound: any sound, in the bedroom. After the screamingly wild exhibition had aroused me to the breaking point, I had fallen now to the depths of delusion, feeling cheated, teased and tormented, and ultimately, denied. The object of my fantasies, the erotic sorceress of untold lusts, had entered my life, beckoned me hither, and cavorted away with my sex spirit, Kristi. She, a sappho virgin, had received all of Sayura's soft kisses and tender caresses, sailing to ever higher rapturous orbits with every touch from her female lover. They had not laughed at my straining body, my emasculated yearning cock, as every pore screamed for their ministrations, but their total neglect of me seemed even worse. Tieing my hands, to prevent my own release, had probably been a blessing, rather than a punishment. For them, however, it was simply a statement, that they only needed each other.

The mid-morning sun hurt my eyes. In her haste to taste forbidden fruit, Kristi had neglected to close the curtains last night. The sun blazed on my face and I had to move. My head also pounded from a hangover, and it really rocked unbearably as I rolled onto my side on the sofa: but now the sun was off me, at least. I slipped my tied hands under my bare ass, to get them in front of me where I could untie them. The handkerchief slipped off easily, and I was free. I tiptoed to the bedroom door even though I was sure I'd find nothing. The door opened noiselessly. The girls were gone. In their wake, the bed linens looked like something uprooted by a tornadic earthquake.

Exiting and returning to the sterility of my own room, I stripped off the clothes I'd partially worn to get back here, and blissfully stuffed my pounding brain under the shower. Everything throbbed: my hungover head, my strained back muscles, from sleeping in such a contorted position, and, of course, my dick, which had been denied all night. Lathering the shampoo, I massaged my hair over and over, feeling immense relief the harder my fingers traced my scalp. The soap, and the massage was a tonic that soothed my numbed nerves, and stimulated my skin to feel refreshment from the torrent of warm water rushing over me. Pouring a generous portion of shampoo into my hands, it was only natural that they would descend to nurture that which had been so horribly ostracized last night. I groaned, leaning heavily against the shower wall, as my hand pumped, accelerating rapidly to a blur. In seconds I had shot everything I had, splattering indiscriminately in all directions, as my cock angrily spit out all it's venom in the first few staccato bursts. The intensity of my thrashing took out my knees, and I semi-crashed to the floor.

The water again revived me, after a time. I stood up and let it rain on my head, until the throbbing ceased. Toweling off also invigorated me, and I rubbed every inch of skin vigorously. Walking past my bed, was, however, impossible. I needed a real sleep before starting this day. Throwing off the duvet, and my towel, I collapsed on top, stretching myself luxuriously, as I angled from corner to corner. My eyes fluttered only once.

My brain, however, had other ideas. Image, after unbelievable image streamed through my relaxed consciousness, rousting my arousal apparatus. The sight of Sayura's gorgeous breasts, now being sucked and kissed by Kristi's virgin mouth, was replaced by the delicious decadence of their loving kiss, which was in turn replaced by the sight of Sayura's fingers disappearing inside the front of Kristi's satin panties. Powerless to overcome these images, I sensed my hand reaching out to secure my soft penis and stroke it encouragingly. I remembered Kristi's fingers flitting over Sayura's smooth ass, reaching behind and underneath her. Then, as Sayura sighed, Kristi brought her fingers up for both to taste and suck. Gradually, my penis began to fill my hand, inexorably growing and stiffening. Reluctantly releasing it, I touched it softly with only my fingertips. I wanted to enjoy my arousal, coasting, instead of racing, to a languid, thorough release.

Now my imagination took over. Sayura had led her candy stick, Kristi, to the bedroom. There, hidden from me, they'd enjoyed each other, treating me only to the delicious sighs of their unbounded lovemaking. My mind sparkled with fantasy thoughts of Sayura kneeling in front of Kristi, looking up deeply into her eyes, as her tongue weakened every fibre of Kristi's stiffened body. When Kristi could no longer stand, her lover nudged her onto the bed, and snuggled up over her to kiss her passionately with her own sweet juices. Recognizing her lover's uninhibited desire, Sayura rose to her knees above her. Searching Kristi's eyes for any sign of doubt, Sayura brought Kristi's fingers close, guiding them to touch her through the cotton barrier. Seeing only hunger, Sayura lowered herself until Kristi could replace her fingers with her tongue.

This was too much for my awakened penis. I took my hand away, and then, after a few seconds, tenderly touched the tip with just one finger. My fingertip gingerly traced across the tiny opening, back and forth, then gently circling the entire head. This was marvelous! I began to feel extremely naughty. Remembering how my wife touches herself so gently, I pretended to be like her, softly teasing myself with just one or two fingers. Oh god, some wicked thoughts flew through my brain. I pretended I was a woman now, playing with my own little clit. Suddenly, I could see my wife again, licking her fingers as she touched herself. I brought my hand up and licked my own finger and slid it over the little opening again. I did this over and over, getting the opening slick with my saliva. Soon, a new form of arousal assaulted me.

"Oh god," I groaned out loud. "This tastes goooood!"

I had never known what my penis tasted like, and the taste surprised me.

"Oh god.....I want to taste myself....I want to taste my cock."

Holding the shaft in one hand, I continuously fed myself with the other, using two fingers to exchange saliva for pre-cum juices. Never had I dreamed of doing this, but now it was driving me nuts with desire. My mind flipped between imagining myself as a girl touching herself, and reality.

"Oh shit I love the taste of my cock....I want to suck myself.....oh fuck.. I want to taste my cum."

I looked down at the head of my cock, pointed toward me as I pet the tip with my wet finger. It wanted to feel my tongue, and I wanted my tongue to feel it. I strained forward with my head, darting out my tongue, as if to prove to myself how badly I wanted to suck it, and taste my own manhood.

"I want to suck you....and lick you...I want my tongue on you...you beautiful cock," I whispered.

"Oh god yes....mmmmmm," I smiled as I got a good taste of myself. "I love the taste of cock."

As much as the physical stimulation was affecting me, it was miniscule compared to the effect of the wild fantasy dancing inside my head. I felt like some sort of man/girl, touching myself as though I were a woman and hungering to suck the beautiful soft head.

I was driving myself so wild that I made myself promise to taste myself, when I came. I didn't have long to wait. 

My eyes slammed shut like iron doors as the first wave hit. Then, quickly, wave after wave after wave crashed through me, and I felt myself spurting what seemed like continuously. Unceasingly, my finger continued to pet the flailing tip, and the soft caress seemed to extend the orgasm beyond any I'd ever experienced. Somehow, I was able to pry open my eyelids in time to watch the last few jets fly out. Brazenly, I brought my fingers up and licked the heavy white stuff from them.

"Mmmmmm god!" I breathed. "I love my cum."

Pretending now to be a girl again, I sucked one finger inside and then scooped up some more cum. I took it in my mouth immediately. Oh fuck, how nasty it was to feel and taste this forbidden treat!

The workout

I was sweating: not just perspiring, but sweating heavily from every pore of my body, and breathing so hard that I was almost greying out. I had to stop. Tricep dips had always been the mother of all ball-busting exercises for me, and today I had tried to do 50 consecutive dips. It was no use. Leaning against the concrete wall, I wiped the large drops of sweat hanging from my eyebrows, then dried my wet palms with the white cotton towel. The clock on the wall showed that I'd been working out in the hotel gym for almost two full hours now. As much as I hated treadmills, I'd had no choice today, because of stormy, bone-drenching rainy weather. I had attacked my workout with a vengeance, driven by the roller-coaster emotional ride I'd endured over the past night and morning. It felt as though a concoction of hormones had ransacked my central nervous system, so I hoped that a merciless session of physical exertion would obliterate the offending chemicals. Five fast miles on the treadmill, 15 on the bike, and a strength session on free weights had now almost done me in. However, I had promised myself that I must also do a swim workout before calling it quits. I drained my water bottle as I summoned the will to move on.

The workout had brought a welcome relief from my overworked libido. As with most hotel exercise rooms during the day, it was mostly unoccupied. There were the typical overweight, definitely not pretty, females that came in to mostly drink water and watch the tv while walking, slowly, on a treadmill. Also, some fat guys, some awkward guys, and a couple of very fit men had passed through, doing various types of workouts. Now, however, I was eyeing the only other individual who remained. She was a slender, small-breasted asian who was very tall for her race. In spite of my attempt to escape all things sexual, looking at her was the only alternative to enduring sheer boredom. I liked her long legs, whose length was magnified by her small, black, cotton shorts, and her long thin arms. She wore a green, ribbed undershirt that would have looked much better if only she'd lost the black bra underneath. So what if she had no tits? It would be nice to know that they were free and fresh, untrapped under her loose top. Women were just too goddamned paranoid about their boobs, I thought to myself. Even as I did so, I returned to my senses, upset at my hasty incrimination. You jerk, I scolded myself. I hadn't considered the comfort and security that a bra would provide a female who wanted to do an honest workout. I dropped the empty bottle in the trash, and headed for the pool.

The Bar scene

I steadied Kristi as she got down from her clubstool, and then watched her retreating figure as she headed for the restroom. I was suddenly very very glad that she had called me to join them for dinner.

The telephone had awakened me abruptly when Kristi called at 7 pm. I had slept for almost 4 hours, and sounded very groggy to her.

"You been in bed playing with yourself all day?" she teased.

"Why? What else is there to do on a rainy day?"

"You perve," she joked. "I went shopping, and now it's time to have some fun. You coming with us?"

I seriously hoped that 'us' meant her and Sayura.

"Ahhhhh...."

"C'mon Sam," she urged. "Delaney and I are downstairs. How long do you need?"

My sudden excitement evaporated.

"We'll wait 10 minutes. Delaney's got a new place he wants to take us to. C'mon!"

"Okay," I sounded defeated. "I'll be down as soon as I can. Give me 15."

Now, after a couple of hours of drinking, and a little bit of eating, Delaney and I were feeling no pain. Neither of us tried to camouflage our lustful gazes as we watched Kristi's delectable ass squish across the room. God! Her butt was so perfectly round, tiny and soft, with the tightest jeans that separated each cheek so perfectly, as her hips swung so rhythmically, that I was instantly hard. It was no surprise that almost everyone else was watching, too. As she passed one guy, I couldn't help but notice where his eyes went. Also impossible to miss, was his hand that raced down to relieve the sudden discomfort in his pants.

"God!" breathed Delaney, smiling toward me.

Suddenly, I was worried that he might have seen where my eyes had been.

"Yeah," I smiled nonchalantly, "her ass never quits, huh?"

"Yeah," he agreed, trapping my eye with a mischevous glint.

"Yeah," he said again. "That's for sure....but how 'bout that guy with the problem...You couldn't have missed that."

"M'mmm...yeah." It was useless to deny it.

"Big problem, huh?" he smirked. "That would really split her ass, wouldn't it?" Delaney laughed.

I laughed. "Yeah.....yeah." I didn't think it funny at all, but I didn't want to deflate his mood.

"I sure wouldn't mind having a problem like that...." he said, before adding, "...like you." His eyes twinkled a little, but not without a hint of envy.

I wasn't sure how to respond.

Delaney dragged on his beer, looking away. "Did you notice that guy before?" he wondered out loud.

I ignored the question.

"You ever....." he began again, using a different tack.

"Did you ever look around a bar and....and.... and notice the guys?"

His tone was soft, the words emerging reluctanly but clearly, just for me.

I wasn't sure what I'd just heard, but he confirmed his statement with serious eyes. I watched his lips slip off the bottle, pressing together to form a wistful grin.

I realized what he was trying to say, and the reality quite surprised me, but I wanted to show respect for his feelings.

"Sometimes they look better than the girls." I flashed him a warm smile, complementing my reply as a way for him to keep the conversation light, and an easy way for him to escape from the subject he'd just introduced.

"I mean it."

Now how, and why, would Delaney ever throw open such a topic in a crowded bar, and late at night, especially when our minds, and everyone else's, were stuffed full of gorgeous, super hot, Kristi? I felt his grey eyes drill into mine then, searching for an answer before I could speak. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get it off his chest, without suffering too much if I didn't respond as he'd expected?

"I'm not sure...."

"Yeah you are," he growled, but with a tight smile. "I mean..." he went on more softly, "look at the guys....and .... notice them." His sincerity invited a positive response.

"Yeah," I breathed, "yeah...sure. I guess so."

"No." That sounded like a bullet. "I mean notice which ones are assholes, and which ones are....like that one that Kristi just walked past....actually don't look too bad?" His eyebrows lifted slightly as he added "...maybe even a little interesting?"

"Oh"

"C'mon," he pressed. "You must do that sometimes, right? Am I right?" Then "God, please don't tell me I'm weird or something!"

Our beers forgotten for a moment, his eyes almost pleaded with mine now. Kristi was due back any moment. Where was she? I could say almost anything, and she'd be back to rescue me soon. I steadied my hand on my beer glass and returned Delaney's look. I wouldn't have admitted anything like this to my best friend from grade school, but here was this guy that I hardly new, sitting close, with such intensity that I could feel his heart beating. Delaney had felt like a warm, cuddly bathrobe from the first minute I'd met him. I'd be out of this bar soon, and out of this town, too, before long.

"Okay," my smile was easy and genuine. "Sure, I've looked at guys, but....." with a tease, "I can't always pick out the cute one."

Delaney gave a playful little tap on the shoulder. "Oh god," he gasped, "you don't know how relieved I am to hear that."

"Honest? Right?" He felt a momentary doubt.

"Yeah." I let my smile fade, to show him that I truly meant it.

"God, thank you Sam." He turned and emptied his beer in one long swallow.

"I was afraid that I was strange or something..." he explained, looking at a far wall, after swallowing some water.

"I do look at guys...not just in bars....once in awhile just out of curiosity, I think, and sometimes find one that looks....well... cute, I guess...to use a girl's words.......at least to me."

"I think that's perfectly normal," said 'Sam the philosopher'.

Delaney's face lit up like a match. "I mean, don't worry, I'm totally into girls, you know....but I find guys like a diversion, or something."

"Yeah," I smiled warmly. "Me too....honest." There was no harm saying it.......especially to a guy that I genuinely liked and wanted to share further friendship.

The bar mistress brought us both another beer then. She could have squatted to get a new glass, but instead she leaned forward and down to reach one from the freezer. Knowing exactly the sight she'd offered us, she smiled up at us in time to catch our drooling tongues and eyes buried down her opened blouse. Two magnificent, soft globes hung freely for our delight, as the dim light cast enough shadow to barely keep some modesty.

"You're so hot, Anya," beamed Delaney as she rose and offered me the glass.

She smiled even more radiantly, figuring that she'd just earned another $20 in her tip.

"Wow, huh?" Delaney cheered into my ear, dropping his hand to clutch my knee excitedly as Anya turned and served someone else.

"Man, what a rack!" I ignored Delaney's hand for the moment, "and such a sexy smile."

"God yes." He raised his beer for a good sip, and, as if a reflex, dragged his hand back a little, to loosely clutch me in mid-thigh.

Where the hell was Kristi? 

The air seemed to freshen immensely, all of a sudden, caused by the sweet scent of Kristi as she pressed between us. She delighted me further by stretching up to brush her lips across my cheek.

"Did you miss me?" she breathed coyly, seemingly unconcerned that she was pressing so firmly up against us both.

"Never," I lied, flashing her a smile that told the truth, and also reflected my relief to see her.

It was then that she noticed Delaney's hand resting on my leg, but it didn't faze her for one second. She planted a real kiss on Delaney's cheek, then swung around behind me to climb up on my other side. Feigning a need for support, her hand was on my other thigh before she even got settled into the bar stool. On my left, she turned to face us, so that both of us could enjoy the full visual effect of her laughing eyes and sexy lips. Her face was alight. I liked the way her right arm dangled off my shoulder.

"So what were you'all talking about, all this time? What did I miss? Huh?"

It would have been way too obvious for her to cast her glance to Delaney's hand at that moment. Kristi was much too sophisticated, and too thoroughly naughty to do anything as crude as that.

Delaney was much further gone than me. He immediately launched into an excited description of what Kristi's exit had done to 'that guy over there', leaving nothing to her imagination, down to the approximate dimensions of his package.




Pilots Get Lucky Ch. 03



"Oh....my....god!" Kristi's eyes burst with overflowing mirth. Nonetheless, she grabbed a long stare at the guy, using my head as a shield.

"...and then, we were discussing if he was cute, or not," Delaney finished, matter-of-factly. 

"What?" Kristi queried softly, burrowing her gaze into my greenies. "Oh really?" she smirked, raising her eyebrow.

"No...no no no," I muttered quickly, caught off guard.

"Tell me the truth now, Sammie!" Kristi's light fingers marched quickly, but tantalizingly softly, up to my crotch.

"Well....actually," Delaney admitted, not seeing Kristi's actions, "we didn't get quite that far."

She threw Delaney a momentary glance, but addressed me.

"Please tell me more," she asked demurely. "This sounds soooo interesting."

"Del was just talking about guys we see in bars....you konw...some of them look so ridiculous, and others are so full of themselves....."

"Yeah.....go on." Kristi looked at Delaney then. "I'm sure there's more, huh?"

Delaney looked a little uncomfortable, but he was the one who'd dug this hole, and besides, he was pretty far gone.

"We were just saying that sometimes," unconsciously, Delaney slid his hand nervously along my thigh, "...sometimes we look around and see a guy that looks kinda cute....you know...once in awhile."

I immediately noticed that he had said "we".

"Like that guy over there," Kristi contributed, nodding across the room.

"Yeah."

Kristi looked me directly in the eye.

"and you think he's cute, huh Sammie?"

I turned my head in the guy's direction, buying time to think of a possible reply.

"Yeah....I guess," I answered finally.

"H'mmmmmm," she murmured, studying the guy again, having found an excuse to check him out once more.

"You have very good taste in men," she smiled, plying her fingers a little more strongly to outline my bulge.

"Why am I not surprised, I wonder?" Her eyes twinkled an unprintable message to me.

"What about you, Delaney? You think he's cute, I'll bet. Tell me why you think he's hot," she demanded.

"Yeah.....I'm the same as Sam, I guess," he started slowly. "Nice deep eyes....blue I think....and what a jaw."

"Oh yeah....all good. What else?"

I listened, somewhat abstractly, as Delaney sized up the guy, haltingly, as though he had just become a teenage girl at her first dance. It was definitely hard to concentrate, because I'd hardened up completely under the busy fingers. Delaney's words floated above me, almost surreally.

"I like his arms too.....very strong, all the way down to nice hands..."

"Yeah," breathed Kristi, totally in agreement, "and?"

"and," Delaney paused, "I think he'd look pretty good if he lost his shirt."

"Oh yeah....good," Kristi beamed, looking back at me. "Tell me you'd like to see him without his shirt too."

Since a denial would only prolong this conversation, I started to agree, and at that very moment, Kristi lifted her left hand up to the bar to grasp her wineglass. Like a devil in heat, she stabbed me with white-hot eyes above the rim. The fingers which were still feeling me up, did not belong to her. She had set me up.

Reflexively, I quickly glanced at Delaney, and suddenly understood why he'd been babbling on so much. He'd gotten to first base, so easily, but without my knowledge or approval. He looked so dumbly happy, which immediately wiped clean my consternation and concern.

"Sam likes looking at guys," Kristi explained softly to Delaney, before I could object, silencing my dissenting countenance. "We've talked about guys many times."

"Whatthafu..?" I blurted half-heartedly.

"Sam is just soooo open and free-thinking," she interjected firmly, "and that's what makes him so unbearably sexy to me."

"Really?" Delaney looked at me with new light in his alcohol-dazed eyes.

"That's why you find him sexy too, Delaney. I know it."

Finally, Delaney couldn't find any words: not immediately, anyway.

"Sam's not afraid to say it when he finds a guy attractive, or even sexy. He's so .... fucking cool." Kristi kissed my lips warmly, but quickly enough not to make a scene. The wine on her lips was fragrant and sweet.

"Sam, I....I, uh,..... yeah, you're right. He is sexy." Delaney mouthed the words, without much sound, but with a lot of meaning. Delaney so much wanted the respect and admiration that Kristi was showering on me.

"Thanks Del," I replied quietly, but with my eyes burning into Kristi's.

"Kristi likes to get me into trouble," I said as Kristi made an innocent face, "so you can't always trust what she says or does....."

"Like every woman should," smirked Kristi.

Ignoring her, I silently put my hand over his, softly retarding his exploring fingers.

"...and I like what you're doing Del, but honestly, I'm gonna have an accident if you don't stop soon."

I smiled to remove any hint of offence.

His fingers stopped immediately, but he rested his hand there for a moment, under mine.

"I'm sorry.....I guess I got carried away." His hand reversed, so that his fingers slipped loosely through mine as he pulled away.

"It's okay....sometimes that's a good thing."

"Obviously," sputtered Kristi, with her mischevous grin.

We ignored the interruption.

The next morning

I woke up with the sun streaming through the windows. I'd forgotten, or been too tired, to draw the heavy drapes before crashing last night. I felt groggy and lay there immobile, hoping to fall back to sleep. After an unknown period of time, I realized it was of no use. The sun was too hot on the bed, so I would either have to get up and close the curtains, or just get up and start the damn day. In fact, I did both. The sun was as bright as it was hot, so pulling the gauzy drapes saved my eyes. Naked, I padded straight to the shower. What a delight, when I felt the hot water cascading over my tired frame!

For some reason, I draped a huge bath towel around my hips today, as I shaved. Then I realized why my subconcious had commanded me to cover up. Delaney had come back with me to my room to crash, since it was the easiest solution. I walked through my bedroom and quietly opened the ensuite glass door.

"You okay?" I asked the contorted form that was sitting up, rubbing it's eyes.

"Yeah....a shower would be awesome." Delaney's voice was gravely and deep.

"It's all yours. Lots of towels."

I watched him lurch off the couch, and gather himself up into an ungainly tree of flesh and bone. His blue and white jockey shorts clung haphazardly to his hips, only suggesting what lay beneath, as he stumbled off to the bathroom. I couldn't resist a smile as I picked up the phone and ordered room service.

The lady that brought our breakfast tray didn't even blink when she saw the two of us, bathed and wrapped only in big white towels around our hips. She got a nice tip for that. Hot water, soap, and some food and coffee brought Delaney back from the land of the dead.

"I'm fine now," he was saying. "I woke up with a headache, but it's long gone now. I feel great. You?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Hey, would you mind if I used your computer to check my email? My phone is dead, and I'm expecting an email that tells me to drive over to Staton today, instead of going home."

"Sure, I'll get it going."

Once I got him setup, I stepped out onto the balcony to sip my coffee. The sun was very hot already, so I didn't stay out there long. Quietly, I re-entered and sat down in an easy chair. Delaney sat at the desk, nearby, with his back to me, as he searched his email and did whatever business he had to do. Sipping my coffee, it was all too easy to let my eyes linger on his exposed upper body. Thin, but not bony, his frame was long with a touch of gracefulness. His square shoulders made him look bigger than he was, while his sharply defined collar bones, and vertebrate were inviting to study. He had no waist at all, almost like a girl's, since his only bad diet was alcohol. I lifted my eyes up to slide down his long, slender arms. Similarly, his fingers were long and lean, as they typed busily on the computer.

I picked up a section of newspaper, to at least disguise, if not divert, my interest. Delaney's face was totally occupied on the screen, unaware of my presence. I could see the profile of his eyes, but not the nice color (bluish green in the daylight), and admired the intensity on his face. I smiled. If I were a girl, I'd definitely think that this guy was a hottie. Oh Christ, I thought, if I were honest with myself, I'd admit that he's a hottie no matter who's looking. Thoughts like this could only be happening to me because of the 'Kristi effect'.

Suddenly, Delaney turned to me and caught me smiling at him.

"What's up with you?" he asked, returning the smile, a little uncertainly.

"Oh, I was just thinking about the waitress who brought our breakfast, and what she must have thought when she saw us, dressed like this.

"Oh yeah, I know," he laughed back at me.

I got up and walked over to pour some more coffee for me.

"Would you like some more too?" I turned, waving the pot in his direction, to find him staring at me.

"What? Am I covered in green paint, or have 3 heads, or what?" I laughed, as he stared without speaking.

"No," he smiled gently, speaking slowly. "It's just my turn now."

I'm sure I reddened immediately. Quickly, to try and hide my embarassment, I laughed and turned around several times, as though I were modeling the towel.

"These come in taupe, tangerine, and sky blue," I joked, hiking up the towel with a flare.

As I filled his cup, his eyes never left me.

"So," I spoke lightly, "are you going over to Staton then?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

"Oh-oh". I barely murmured, but it was loud enough to catch his attention.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Delaney whipped his eyes back to the computer, surprised by the screensaver that had just come up. It was a photo of a tall, curvaceous brunette woman, leaning gracefully in a backwards arch to let her long, lustrous mane of hair flow downwards like a waterfall from her head. Except for an exceptionally tiny orange thread resting gingerly in the right place, she was entirely naked. Endowed with large breasts, she appeared to have smooth hills rising elegantly from her extremely stretched torso.

"What a beautiful sight!" Delaney croaked.

"She's gorgeous," I agreed.

"Who is she?" Delaney asked, looking back at me and then back at her.

"Oh, I don't know......I was just looking around yesterday, playing with the settings on the computer, and came across this and had to paste it up." Then I added, "I didn't mean to leave it though."

"Sure, sure." Delaney's smile was from ear to ear.

"No no. Of course not. I can't have Kristi, or other people I work with, or much less my wife, seeing something like that."

"Oh yeah. That's for sure." Delaney still grinned. "But I'm sure glad you left it on for me."

Something in his eyes made me dare to suggest an idea.

"You need to get going soon?.....or?"

Delaney's eyes were puzzled, but only for a moment.

"I'm only going home.....ah....is there something you need to get done....or?" His smile suggested that he knew that I might be on the verge of doing something interesting.

"Okay," I said, crossing the room with more confidence than I should have felt. "Have a look at these....."

Before I let my better judgement countermand my inner voice, I sat down and entered several quick inputs to the computer. In less than a minute, I had a slideshow opening on the screen. I turned my head to catch the first expression on his face.

"Oh my goddddd!" then "Oh my GOD! Shit man.........that's fucking fantastic!"

Floating across the screen were beautiful, high-definition images of girls, women, whatever, kissing. The scenes were beautifully shot, whether they were elaborate, studio productions, or natural, outdoor, real-life moments. Not one of the models appeared to be posed: and all of them were drop-dead gorgeous, clothed in everything from furs to lingerie to nothing at all. Most of the photos depicted only two women kissing, softly, hotly, deeply, wetly, sometimes up very close and sometimes from a distance.

I looked back at Delaney, to see his eyes bulging out. I was already hard, making it awkward to get up, but I rose to get out of his way.

"Go ahead....sit down and enjoy."

"God Sam.....where did you ever get something like this......oh god I love that one....and that one....and that one."

I smiled at him, clenching his towel knot to keep it from loosening as he bulged out below. I had to do the same.

"I thought you might like it." I looked over at him, finding his aroused body much more interesting to me than the pictures that I'd already seen a thousand times. His muscled arms were tight, as he hunched forward. Down his lower back, the muscles tensed like steel, creating two small hollows where they flowed into tight buttocks that were suggested so teasingly by the drooping towel. I was as hard as a rocket and enjoying my own personal view, without stopping to analyze why he looked so good to me.

"Anything else?" Delaney breathed as the screenshow ended. His face turned back to me, and noticed my condition, but made no remark.

"Maybe...." I pondered, "after what we were talking about last night....maybe you'd like to see something completely different???"

"Huh?....yeah sure....whatever."

"One more show, and then....." I leaned past him and typed a few quick clicks.

"Sure....anything," he agreed.

"Oh....I see."

Then..."Oh ....yeah yeah....this is different" he nodded, as though afraid to be too excited about what he saw.

On the screen now, were quickly changing photos of males, in various attire, mostly without shirts.

"Oh god .......h'mmmmm," he muttered. Obviously he liked something he saw.

"That was Scott Andreasen," I explained quietly.

"You know these guys?" Delaney sounded surprised, but didn't take his eyes from the monitor.

"Just a couple.....that was Domenique Melchior," I answered quickly. "The only other one I know here is Eden Gray....he's coming up soon...."

A few more photos flipped by without a sound from us.

"There.....that's him," I said.

"Very ....ah....good looking."

The show stopped soon afterwards, with a final picture of Andreasen frozen on the screen.

"H'mmm....that's him again, huh?" Delaney made no move to get up.

"Yeah....Scott Andreasen," I replied. "He's......like....uh pretty hot I guess."

"Oh yeah...yeah," Delaney just looked at the guy. "Love those white bermudas on him."

"Un-huh."

Delaney turned in the chair then to address me.

"You keep surprising me......"

I smiled.

"You know," he began ruefully, "I was scared as shit when I started babbling to you about guys, last night."

"Oh come on," I laughed lightly. "You know me well enough.....you know I'm just a little puppy. Look at how Kristi pushes me around."

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed easily. "You're a very cool guy......but...." he turned and waved at the screen.

".....but I don't think any of my other friends have any pics of hot guys on their computer."

"Oh that," I shrugged. "Well, they're only hot to people who can appreciate them."

"Okay," he agreed inconclusively.

"And I've been saving them to show to Kristi."

"Bullshit." That sounded harsh, so he continued quickly, "You know three of these guys.....that means they're your favorites."

I shrugged. Delaney wasn't stupid.

"Can you put the other two guys back up on the screen?"

"Sure." It took only a few seconds to find them, and I put both on the screen together.

"H'mmmmmmm." Delaney took a good look.

"Your favorites, huh? These guys and Scott?" he smiled. Then, after a few seconds, he turned around to me. "I can see what you like."

"I like the girls best." I laughed.

"Me too," he laughed back. "But....." waving at the screen, "....one of these wouldn't be too bad, either."

Silently, I was thinking the same thing, but there was no point in admitting it. Besides, I was getting itchy to get on with the day. It was getting close to noon already.

"You, ah...want to take a shower before you go?" I suggested innocently.

"Why? To get rid of this?" he laughed, getting up to show me the profile of his tented groin.

I smiled and looked, because he obviously wanted the attention.

"Better be a cold one," I smiled.

"Yeah," he smiled only a little.

He stood there, immobile, as we checked each other out.

"I think there'll be a better time." I squeezed the words out softly, leaving the full meaning of my thoughts for him to interpret however he wished.

I thought I heard Delaney sigh, but he turned and ambled towards the bathroom. He'd only taken a couple of steps before turning back momentarily. "Is it okay to say that I'd like to see what's under that towel someday?" he requested in a low, but urgent voice.

I checked out his eyes. They were definitely hungry. Probably mine looked the same.

"Yeah...." I smiled.

Delaney said nothing, but turned and headed for the bathroom. Then, of course knowing that I was watching, he dropped the towel as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I had been right about his butt.



Pilots Get Lucky



"I didn't think so," she laughed, cuddling in beside me again, watching me look down her top as it fluttered open.

Her right breast hung firmly there, looking larger than I'd imagined, crowned by a very tantalizing,erected brown nipple. She made no move to press her pyjama top closed to cover up, but watched my eyes instead. I wanted desperately to lean over and get my mouth on her sweet breast, but I fought the urge. Kristi took a sip of her drink, turning her attention back to the movie.

Somehow, Jason and I followed suit, and got caught up in the action a few minutes later. Kristi had to notice both of us casting frequent glances at her, but she gave no notice. Knowing that beautiful breast lurking behind her top was something that slowly began to drive me to distraction. Obviously, she had known the effect it would have on me. In spite of the movie, and Jason's presence, I couldn't hold back my desire. I leaned down slightly to place a gentle kiss on Kristi's neck. She didn't move. A few seconds later, I repeated it. A few seconds later, I kissed her there again, but lingered long enough to plant several soft kisses. Kristi sighed, ever so slightly. I did this again, and again, the kisses merging into licks and bites as I sampled the softness of her neck and nibbled up to her ear. My tongue touched her there, daintily, bringing an audible sigh of delight.

"Would you guys like to see something a little hotter, maybe?" Kristi asked.

She rose to her feet as the movie ended, and retrieved the disc from the machine. She crossed the room to get another disc from her suitcase. "I've got something here that you might like, I think."

"Sure, why not?" Jason hadn't replied, but he was more or less falling asleep again.

She forwarded the movie quickly through the opening propaganda as she returned to lie against me. It became obvious a few moments later, that this movie was going to be soft-porn dressed up with a simple plot. Once again, Kristi was surprising us.

As if the tension had grown too much for her to tolerate, Kristi turned to me for a deep kiss. She unbuttoned my shirt completely, before letting her fingers trace all over my chest. They lingered on my nipples, then felt for my abs, while her tongue danced with mine. She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants to allow her hand to pass unfettered all the way to its ultimate destination. I reached for her breast, easily slipping my hand inside her billowing top. I cupped it gently, dragging my fingers across the hardened nipple, before taking it softly between two fingers. Kristi stiffened, then moaned heavily through our kiss. The room was dark, but as Kristi let our kiss end and pulled away, I could tell her face was flushed.

She turned to look at the TV, and I followed her gaze. A threesome was in the early stages of development in the movie, and was being very artistically portrayed. I glanced over at Jason and saw that he was barely disguising his sleep with only half-closed eyelids. A smile crossed my lips as I wondered if he'd been watching us or the movie.

"Are you watching us, Jason?" asked Kristi softly. She had stolen the question from my mind. "Yeah," came the even softer reply, after a moment of silence. "Good. I like that."

Kristi turned then slightly, making it easier for my hand to explore her breast. Both she and I looked to see that Jason had a good view of that. On the TV, the threesome was getting hotter. Blurred kissing sequed to one girl kissing the other girl's breast, while the guy was feeling himself through his pants. Kristi turned even more towards me and leaned forward. It was obvious that she wanted me to do what the girls were doing. I didn't need any hints. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked and licked it eagerly.

"Ahhhh....goddddd....yessss!"

Kristi moaned evenly while I feasted on her soft breast. The nipple was hard and felt delightful as I flicked my tongue over and around it, over and over, and nipped it gently with my lips and teeth.

"Oh god Jason, he's sucking my breast...oh god....his tongue is driving me crazy." Kristi's voice was low, urgent, and soft. "Yeah Jason. Oh god yeah. I like that. Show me."

I didn't know what was happening with Jason, but I was now enjoying both breasts in my mouth. I sucked and licked and bit anything and everything, bringing sighs and little cries from Kristi. I don't know how long this continued, but it was too soon when Kristi moved away from my mouth. She leaned over to give me another long deep kiss. When her face rose away from me after several moments of bliss, her eyes seared mine with their blistering desire.

It was only then that I realized that my pants were open and my cock and balls were out in full view as she stroked them. Suddenly nervous, I glanced over at Jason and was shocked, as much as I could be shocked by then, to see him calmly stroking his uncovered penis. Kristi beamed down at me while I collected my senses. Now I knew what Kristi had meant when she had spoken to Jason. She had encouraged Jason to play with himself.

"Look at the movie," she ordered with a smile.

The TV showed a gorgeous girl playing with two large cocks. My own penis leaped with desire. Kristi released it from her hand for a moment, then squeezed it tightly while I watched the girl start to suck on both men. Kristi's face exploded into a huge smile when I looked back at her. It was easy to guess what she was thinking.

The scene changed quickly then, as soon as it was apparent what the girl would have done for both men. Kristi released my throbbing penis as soon as she was sure that there was no danger of climax. But still, it continued to throb like crazy. She stood up for a moment, blocking our view of the TV. Watching us, she pulled down one side of her top to expose her breast. She licked her finger and circled the nipple as she studied our reactions. She pushed the breast up to tenderly take the nipple between her teeth for a moment, before licking it over and over.

"That's what Sam was doing to me, Jason. Sucking and licking my nipple like this." She showed him, over and over and over. "Do you like my breast, Jason?" "Oh oh....shit I love it!" Jason whimpered immediately.

Kristi smiled wickedly. She reached down inside her pyjama bottoms and touched herself. Her breast hung there invitingly unattended, while she played inside her own pants for a moment.

"I like watching you touch yourself Jason," she muttered hoarsely after a moment. It was easy to know what she wanted to hear.

"I like watching you touch yourself, Kristi," I offered, reaching for my own hard cock.

"Oh yeah....oh yeah...oh yeah," was all that she could reply, glancing from one stroked cock to the other.

She started to feel a little faint, so she more or less fell in beside me on the couch. Jason continued to look at her exposed breast, so her hand went back to it to play once more, for him. On the TV, two beautiful girls were making out, and the camera was capturing every detail as they sixty-nined. As I continued to watch, two half-naked guys walked over to them, pulling out their limp penises to feed to the girls. My own penis strained wildly as one guy got very big, very fast. The girl was doing an awesome job with her mouth.......both on him and on her girlfriend. My dick needed attention.

"That looks so fucking hot, doesn't it?" Kristi whispered in my ear, watching me staring at the screen.

I could only grunt.

Suddenly, the girl had both cocks in front of her, so she left her girlfriend to suck both men. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"God that turns me on, so FUCKING much!" Kristi almost yelled.

"Hey Jason, show us your cock," she ordered, in the next breath.

Surprised, my reflex made me follow Kristi's gaze over to Jason. As we watched, his hand dropped reluctantly away from his erect pillar. He was enormous. I couldn't help but stare.

"God Sam........Jason's bigger than those guys, isn't he?..........Look at him," she ordered. She didn't need to order me. He was big, and hard, and unbelievably alluring. "Yeah." I continued to stare. Jason looked at both of us, completely unperturbed by our hungry eyes.

"I bet you'd like to watch me suck that........" Kristi said, to no one in particular. "Oh god....." I groaned at the visual in my head.

I saw Jason look back at the TV and suddenly stiffen. Both Kristi and I turned to see what was going on, in the movie. It was something I'd never seen before, and it grabbed me immediately. One guy had dropped down beside the girl. There, as naturally as if he were just another girl, he moved in to help her kiss the cock. My brain fried at that moment. The next moment, his mouth closed over the tip, while the girl continued to lick the shaft.

I could feel Kristi looking right at me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away, much less make my heart start beating again.

"I knew you'd like that," she whispered softly.

I was too far gone to even think about replying. As I watched, the girl and guy alternated on the blowjob, and it seemed so unreal, and so incredibly wild, that it really excited me. My own rod needed some attention, and fast.

When the camera panned to a different view, I came out of my world just enough to realize that Kristi was reaching across, stroking Jason's pole.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, Jason?" Kristi asked huskily.

"Oh yeah.......do it Kristi." Jason found the words somehow.

Kristi looked back at me, and a wicked smile floated across her face.

"Look at Sam's cock, Jason."

Jason did as he was told. My dick jerked a couple of times in the intensity of his baby blues.

"Sam told me he likes your big cock, Jason....." My heart stopped as Kristi paused. She flashed me a look that told me to keep my mouth shut.

"..........tell me what you think of his cock."

Kristi's fingers flew quickly up and down the shaft, as if to pump the answer from Jason's own manhood.

"Oh yeah........it's nice." Jason's voice cracked, but he kept his eyes on my crotch, which signified something more than just simple agreement.

"Let's play a game then."

WHAT.........screamed inside my head. I'm sure that Jason must have gone crazy at that moment too.

All this time, Kristi had been touching herself while playing with us. Now, still sitting, she shrugged off her pyjama bottoms. Before she could do anything else, I pulled up her top, momentarily restricting her arms, until I got it off over her head. Now she was there, totally naked. Her breasts, crowning her heaving chest, stood proud and full. They were gorgeous.

Popping to her feet, Kristi turned her back to us and waving her magical ass. "This is what you guys have been dying to fuck all week!" she cried gleefully.

What a perfect ass.........so round, so tiny, so fleshy....and inviting. My penis lurched like a drunken sailor.

I grabbed her hips roughly, yanking her toward me. Automatically she bent over, keeping her legs straight, offering herself to my hungry mouth. I feasted on her like I'd never tasted sweet pussy before. Kristi moaned, and yelped and cried for more, encouraging my tongue to explore everywhere.

"Oh god Sam don't stop!" Kristi cried. But in the next instant, she ordered "Okay........Jason's turn."

Without waiting for me to move or stop, Kristi swung her hips around to plant on Jason's face. Her eyes were wild in heat as they glared back at me, until she could no longer keep them open. The music of her pleasure continued louder and louder, while Jason apparently did the right thing. I reached under her to grab her swinging breasts. She lifted her head to let me kiss her deeply.

"You want me to suck your cock?" she murmured, after taking a big gasp of air. She looked down to see it pointing up at her as if pleading for attention. "Oh god yeahhhh!"

Kristi bent down, lowering herself until her lips almost touched the tip. "On one condition." "What?" I couldn't believe she stopped at the very moment I expected pleasure. "Anything. Anything!" I almost screamed.

Kristi straightened up immediately, pulling herself away from Jason's mouth and me, to stand in front of the TV again. Looking back and forth at us for a second, she watched our eyes follow her hands as she fondled herself all over.

"We're gonna play a game.....and it's gonna be my rules," she stated evenly. "....or neither of you will get any of this." She spread her pussy lips briefly apart. Kristi had our full attention.

"But if you play my game," she went on, eyes flashing wildly, "and you're good.....I might even let you have this...." she added, slapping her ass hard. My mind made the connection and I almost blew my load.

Not waiting for an answer, Kristi growled "Both of you get up and get over here. I want to suck your cocks."

I didn't even look at Jason, but we both struggled out of seats without a word. Kristi immediately knelt in front of us and took one penis in each hand. Looking up at us, she smiled as the pleasure her hands created, melted our faces. Looking down at her, seeing her gaping mouth with its snakelike tongue darting out but never touching us, we were going wild. Down further, her luscious breasts hung neglected, framing the flash of dark hair even further below. I could see that both of us were incredibly hard, enjoying the sight of Kristi's busy hands on each other's cock.

"Suck me, bitch." I couldn't stand the sight of her open mouth any longer.

Kristi flashed an eager smile. "Do you promise to do what I tell you?" "Fuck yeah...."

Suddenly, my throbbing meat was enveloped in hot, wet, soft flesh. My eyes slammed shut, and my knees almost gave out. After the first second of indescribable pleasure, I could feel Kristi's tongue swirling around the head, inside her mouth.

"God Kristi......yeahhhhhh!"

She withdrew me then, to try to do the same thing to Jason. I watched, amazed as the little mouth wrapped itself around the first few inches. Suddenly she gagged and pulled off him. She looked up at us with a big smile and returned to stroking us.

"Such nice hard cocks," mused Kristi. Playing with them, she softly stroked them into each other, gently tapping the heads together. "I think they like each other...." she continued with a smile, now openly rubbing them together.

I was as hard as a rock, and the touch of Jason's penis was strange and weird, but I was too hard to care. I couldn't bring myself to look at Jason, but I could see his cock was staying just as hard as mine. That's what Kristi needed. Opening wide, she took a little of each in her mouth. Feeling the tip of Jason's cock against mine, inside her mouth, was wildly erotic to me. I got even harder.

Kristi spent several minutes, enjoying us singly, and together, in her mouth. All the time, her hands, and her tongue, continued to caress our hardons. But there was no danger of us going soft.

"Time to play our game, now."

Kristi looked up at me. "Sam, you gotta do exactly what I do now."

Dropping Jason's penis, she locked up my eyes as she fingered the crown of my straining dick. I looked at her, uncomprehendingly.

"Jason," Kristi said sweetly, switching her eyes to him for a second, "Sam's always wanted to touch your big cock."

The realization hit me, even before she could say another word. My eyes blazed back at hers. "Liar" I screamed in my head.

"Do it Sam."

It was an order.

My heart was in my mouth, but Jason showed no sign of running away. I looked at Kristi's smiling face, and then at the large, lonely appendage that was straining for attention.

"Do it Sam. Touch his cock for me."

Doing it for Kristi made the unthinkable act possible. Gingerly, I let three fingers and my thumb touch the crown. It flinched, but Jason didn't move. As Kristi's fingers began to circle my own cock, I let my fingers do the same to Jason's. It felt wild, an unusual sensation of strange skin, and yet a feeling of power as I could feel the muscle throbbing with desire.

"Yeah.......fuck yeah," breathed Kristi, beaming up at both of us. "Tell us how much you love that, Sam."

"Oh goddd!" was all I could mutter.

She put her hand on mine, helping me to stroke his whole length. His meat was so heavy..........and hard.

"Your turn Jason," Kristi smiled up at him.

Taking her other hand off me, to leave me available to Jason, she continued to help my hand stroke him. When the touch came, my eyes slammed immediately shut and I struggled to hold my balance. Jason's fingers were rough, and strange, but he used them tenderly. When I was able to force my eyes open slightly, they were met by the brilliant blue of Jason's.

"Yeah, guys.....do it." Kristi urged us very softly, dropping her assisting hands, to let us fondle each other by ourselves. She beamed up at us approvingly.

"Feel how big his balls are Jason.......feel how they're ready to burst." Obediently, Jason's other hand reached up to gently grasp my balls, one at a time.

Kristi leaned in then, to take Jason into her mouth. I continued to stroke the shaft, and he looked down to see her try to swallow as much of him as she could. I felt for his balls, playing with them the same way he was playing with mine. He was totally receptive to my touch, letting my fingers explore whatever they wanted. My cock felt wonderful in his hands.

"Are you watching me Sam?" Kristi asked needlessly.

"Of course I am."

"Then now it's your turn again."

"Huh?" I was kinda enjoying the current situation, and saw no need to change anything. I'd forgotten the game.

Kristi grabbed my penis and planted a soft kiss on the tip.

"Your turn."

My mind froze.

Kristi looked up at Jason and said, matter-of-factly, "Sam's gonna kiss your cock now."

She looked at me. Her eyes blazed even hotter than ever.

"You know you want to......just give it a little kiss for me."

I was already lost by now. I'd let this go way too far, and now I was facing something that would have made me throw up, under normal circumstances. But here I was, and they were waiting. Obediently, I lowered myself to my knees. Now Jason's meat was pointing right at me, with my hand holding it's base. It was just a piece of flesh.

It didn't hurt. In fact, it was intoxicating. I kissed it again. Then once more. I let my lips linger on the tip for a few seconds.

"Oh god Sam.....yeah yeah." Kristi was touching herself, overcome by the sight of me obeying her this way.

I leaned back from it for a moment, and instinctively looked up at Jason. He was looking at me, making eye contact. He wasn't going weird or anything. I kissed the tip again, and without thinking, I let my tongue escape to explore the crown. My own cock jerked wildly, even though it was out of reach of anyone's hand. I reached for it, comforting it in my free hand. I needed to stop now, to prevent myself from losing it.

"Jason's turn." Kristi came to my rescue.

I leaned over to suck Kristi's breasts then, because I just couldn't stand to see them neglected for so long. As I did that, Jason lay down on the floor, near my crotch. He didn't need any instructions. He took my entire cock in his mouth, just as Kristi had done.

"Awwwww god dammmmmm!" The pleasure of Jason's mouth was out of this world! "Yeah Jason, suck his cock," Kristi gasped. "You've been dying to suck him off for so long. Look at you."

Kristi leaned back now, so that my mouth could migrate to her pussy. She started moaning immediately, and I did the same as I felt Jason playing with my balls again. Amazingly, Kristi was closer to orgasm than us, and she got there in a couple of minutes. After holding her while she recovered, my mouth found another target. Jason's cock was ripe and ready, and I hadn't been given the chance to suck it yet.

Jason was truly massive, and I quickly gagged several times. It was just so incredibly exciting to feel his hardness inside my mouth, that I just went crazy trying to get more. I couldn't believe anything could excite me so much. Kristi soon joined me there, and together we licked and sucked him, doing everything but eat him. I was cumming now, and desperately wanting to get inside Kristi.




Pilots Get Lucky



Pulling away from Jason, I swung my hips over to Kristi's. She was so wet, that I was inside in a second.

"Fuck me Sam!" she cried hoarsely, between mouthfuls of cock.

I obeyed. She was small and tight, and that little ass had a rhythym all its own. I continued to help her suck Jason, but all I really wanted was to get off inside her. I didn't last long. My load went deep and far inside her, and my cry could be heard for miles, I was sure. Incredibly, she started to cum again, just as I was slowing down. Her body writhed against me, ramming me harder and harder, making my suffering penis wilt with pain.

Just as we were finally slowing down, Jason grabbed the base of his cock to stroke it. Kristi's mouth opened wide and Jason stroked harder and faster. Without a thought, I tried to lick the tip with Kristi. Jason groaned heavily, shooting streams of heavy cream out the top. Kristi's mouth closed around it then, as the cock continued to constrict and jerk. Jason's glory lasted for a long time, making me wonder if he was ever going to stop. Kristi's mouth never opened, but continued to swallow more of the shrinking, softening flesh.

We both took turns kissing Kristi then, deeply, without reservation. Her tongue offered me something I'd never tasted before, but I was so far out of it, that I accepted the cum. I watched her kiss Jason and could see that she did the same for him. I was sure that he must have been okay with that too. Jason met my eyes then, and something passed between us that acknowledged our manhood was still intact, even though we'd given each other indescribable, forbidden pleasure.

Now it was time to pound Kristi's ass!