0 comments/ 61052 views/ 2 favorites 10E By: Phoner As you entered the plane, the guy in 10 E caught your eye. Standing in line. Waiting for everyone to move. Damn tourist flight. You meant nothing by checking him out. Just waiting for the line to move. Obviously a business man. Tie and pressed shirt and slacks a dead giveaway on a September flight. You just want to go home after a depressing weekend away at your folks. It was supposed to be a week, but you can only take so much. Leaving on Monday versus the following Sunday was well worth the price the airline gouged you for. "This your row?" breaks the silence. Blushing and embarrassed you blurt out "yes" and just sit and pray no one walks up and wants 10 F by the window. I mean how could one mistake 10 F for 23 A. What the hell, he is cute and your just gonna sit there and enjoy the eye candy. During the flight you learn he is married, but hey...he is just sitting there your not fucking him. He has a bunch of free coupons for cocktails and you guys are using them up. You turn sideways in the seat. Unaware that you are revealing your thigh (you know that perfect part of the inside of a womans thigh, right where the tendon connects to the pelvis) until you catch his eyes locked on your leg. Now he is the one blushing. Ahem, anyway the inane and benign conversation continues. He is staying at the swanky Marriott and in town only overnight then heading home. Blah, blah blah. From time to time you adjust just enough to make sure he is still sneaking glances. The plane is landing soon and you decide to go to the bathroom and you can't resist another tease. With no "excuse me" you quickly stand up and before he can fully re-act you start to step over his legs, which in turn, raises you skirt just enough that he gets a slight view of your lace white thong. "Excuse me" you say as you enter the aisle adjust yourself and head to bathroom without looking back. When you return, you notice he doesn't stand up. Instead he angles his legs so you can walk in front. This time when you enter you face him. "Pardon me" you say as you straddle him. No need, but why not. Now he is the one "adjusting" his seat. Actually, adjusting his pants is more like it. The pilot announces that you are about to land. You pretend to be fiddling with your purse under the seat and bend down in such a way that he gets a full view of your perfectly thonged ass. You sit up and notice the slight bulge in his slacks and the fact that he won't look at you and laugh to yourself. The plane parks and you tell him good luck with his meetings. He lets you out first. Such chivalry. Then he nonchalantly presses his swollen cock against your ass. The hair on your arm stands up. "Thanks for the show." Biting your bottom lip you cant help but press back, HARD. "Mind if I masturbate while I think of you tonight?". "My pleasure" you respond without looking back. He is so nice, but such a perv you think to yourself. Without another word or any eye contact you part at the jet way. Getting home alone, kids are still at friends house, why bother calling them. A night alone. You check your e-mail. Sort through your snail mail. All the way home you had this silly grin and loud chuckle as thoughts of 10E cross your mind. Walking into the bedroom, you begin to get undress, but can't help how horny you are. Looking at yourself in the mirror in your lacy white underwear the mini skirt off. You rub your hands across your bra. Feeling yourself. Thinking how wonderful it would be to have man do that. 10E specifically. Nice guys are so hard to fine. Always married. Limits. Rules. You undo your bra. Begin to pinch your swollen nipples. God how i love to masturbate, you think to yourself. You laugh as you think of 10 E and wonder if he is masturbating, yet...lol. The thought of that turns you on. You fall back on the bed and begin to squeeze your nipples with one hand as your other hand lightly runs up and down the length of your moist thong. Pressing the lace into your moist slit, your mind wanders to 10E. Thinking about his swollen cock against your ass. Him lying in his motel room. His hand on that full thick cock stroking it. Thinking about him thinking of you. His hand moving up and down the shaft. Seeing it outlined perfectly. You slide the thong to one side. Your pussy now completely wet. Fingers digging deeper into your wetness. Curling your finger right up against the inside of your wet cunt. Finding the g-spot. That little patch of roughness. Your other finger on your clit. The very tip of your finger simulating his tongue. Thinking about being there. Watching him masturbate for you. To be continued. 10E Ch. 02 Feeling the orgasm build deep inside getting to the verge of total release. Your body tenses as the first wave of orgasms rushes within you. Overtaking you as your release. Inserting a second finger deep inside your creamy tight cunt. Finger fucking yourself frantically. The thought of his hand on his shaft. Imagining the first shot of his milky white cum shooting out the head. You let out a moan. A loud moan from deep inside. So loud it startles you. Catching your breath you bolt up in bed. You get a strange feeling. Almost a feeling of guilt and shame. This man, this man you just met has you in this sexual frenzy. "Get a grip", you say allowed. Remember the rules. No married men. Flirting only. Sitting on the edge of the bed, contemplating this feeling. The phone rings breaking the silence. Instinctively, you answer. "Hello?". Shit, you think to yourself, your not even supposed to be home. You tense, waiting, you let out a sigh. It's your drunk girlfriends at a bar. They are on their way to male strip night and were just calling to leave you a teasing message. With no questions they announce there coming bye to get your in 30 minutes. "Be ready", they say. You try to protest but they hang up. Begrudgingly, you get up and head for the shower, never giving 10E another thought. After your 4th vodka martini and 25 singles your ready to get out of this place. The guys are hot and nice eye candy, but your prefer real men. Guys you can touch and talk to. That flirt and mean it. Suddenly 10E pops into your mind and the thought of the days earlier session. You instantly get a tingle in your loins. Something tells you he is good. Confident men are sexy. The way he asked about masturbating to you.....such balls. Add handsome and he could just get on a girls nerves you think. Without an explanation you stand up. "Girlfriends I gotta go." You assure them your ok as you head for the door and get a cab. You tell the driver your address and he pulls away. It's still hot out even though its after 10:00. You un-button the last button of your white blouse. Exposing just a hint of your flesh colored bra. You catch the cabbie looking in the rear-view mirror. You smile to yourself. Oh what a day, you think. First, 10E and the thought of him masturbating to you followed by the wonderfully naughty session at home. Then sitting and watching young male strippers dance around. Now you got the cab driver drooling over you. You feel so sexy. Without even thinking you find yourself crossing your legs tighter and tighter. Squeezing your lips together then releasing. Rocking in the seat. Your thong creeping tighter and tighter against your smooth sweet lips. "God damn 10E", you blurt out. The driver hits the brakes. "Excuse me mam?", he says. "Marriott downtown", you reply assertively. The driver shakes his head and navigates the cab toward the Marriott. You need a nightcap you assure yourself. You take seat in the empty bar. What were you thinking?, you ask yourself. You expect him to leave a key for you. "What can I get you?" the bartender asks. Obviously not numb enough, you order a vodka martini extra olives. You take your first sip when he emerges from the dining area. He is with 2 other gentlemen in suits. 10E has dressed down to a black silk collared short sleeve sweater and gray slacks. He looks even better. Amazing what vodka and darkness can do for persons looks. Just like that he is gone. Out the door. You turn back to the bar. Pissed. Pissed at yourself and at him. Why him, you begin to contemplate. The bartender walks by. "The usual Mr. James?", he asks someone out of sight at the end of the bar. "No Marcus, I'll have what the lady is having, except make mine dirty". You turn. Your eyes meet. He walks over to you and speaks, "I was hoping you would stop by." You smile. He reaches for your hand. "Want to get a table?" "Sure", you reply. "Marcus, can your bring the ladies drink and mine to the booth in the back?". "Sure thing, Mr. James". He escorts you to a high back, c-shaped, dark leather booth in the back of the bar. Marcus brings the drinks and disappears. The booth is in the very back corner of an otherwise open bar. From here you can see everything and everyone. The back top of the booth is at ground level with the entrance of the hotel. A planter divides you from the feet walking above. "Did you?", you ask. "Did I what?". "Do what you threatened me with on the plane." "You cost me dinner", he responds. With that he places his hand on your face and fingers on your neck. Pulling you to him, you kiss. You hesitate for a second. Just lips pressing together. Hard and firm. As if on cue, together your mouths open and your tongues meet. Your thighs instinctively relax. French kissing deeply. Getting lost for a moment. Only a moment. I mean it couldn't have been more than a second. The tingle returns. You gently put your hand on his chest to push him away. He pulls you back to him, but this time his lips to your ear. "You had me so turned on I blew off a meeting with those 2 gentlemen. And that 40 minute meeting became a 2.5 hour dinner with those blowhards." He pulls you even closer. His hand firm. Your body tenses as your cunt moistens. Scary, yet reassuring. His lips brushing your ear. The hair on your arms stands straight up. "I had to come straight to the hotel and jerk off my fat, hard from your teasing, cock." Extra breathing emphasis on the fat, hard and cock. You bow your head into his shoulder. He leans back releasing your neck. "Almost like it is now", he says. Grabbing your hand and placing it in his lap. You can feel the slight aroused bulge of his semi hard cock. You blush and start to move your hand away. This is slightly more than what you had in mind. You just came here for a tease and a drink. He tightens his grip on your wrist and holds your hand down on his crotch. You nervously look around the bar. People are starting to come in. A meeting of some sort has let out and it is starting to get crowded and loud. "I'm sorry ....." you realize you have have your hand in the crotch of a man whose first name you don't even know. Your gorgeous eyes look up into his looking for some sort of help, but you get none. You continue the only way you can. "I'm sorry Mr. James...". No sooner are the words out than you realize that you are getting extremely turned on. This man holding his hand on your wrist. Squeezing it. Taking control. Calling him Mister. You are getting turned on by all this. He looks dead into your eyes. You bow your head. "Look at me" he commands in a heavy whisper. "Grab it." "Grab what?" you ask. Again pulling back. His grip tightening, "My cock, you tease."......... 10E Ch. 03 Your hand grabs his semi-swollen cock, squeezing it as tight as you can. You admit to yourself that this is all very erotic; you can't help but hope your ever-tightening grip is hurting him. You bite your bottom lip. My god he is thick. You realize he is not wearing underwear. He releases your hand, yet you don't move. You don't even realize that you have blocked out everything around you. Staring at his thick bulge, feeling him throb and twitch. Wondering, is he going to come? You cross and tighten your legs feeling your own swollen, throbbing clit against the soft satin of your underwear. He moves your hand as his hand unzips his pants to expose his cock. You nervously look around and begin to recoil. He puts his arm around your neck and brings your ear to his lips... "I think you have a job to do, tease". His words make the hair on your arm stand up. Your hand reaches before you can even process.... you are obeying orders? His stiff, throbbing member in your tiny delicate hand, such power. You can barely make out the head of his beautiful cock under the edge of the table. Your finger playing with the tip, long nails stroking the shaft. You'll show him a tease. Cocks are so wonderful you think to yourself. You look up at him and begin to stroke ever so slowly. You begin rocking ever so slightly as you stare into his eyes.... Coyly smiling you ask, "Can I have another drink please, Mr. James?". This should end his little charade, you think to yourself. Your hand slowwwwly stroking as you stare into his eyes. He is obviously un-phased. You call his bluff. With your hand tightening its grip, you turn your head to the bar and make eye contact with Marcus. "Another for me, please", you mouth. He nods. Before you can even turn your head for his reaction...your booth mate shouts "Make that 2". Your hand relaxes. He grabs your wrist. You turn back, but not before noticing every person in the bar has turned and looked in your direction. Your mouth half opened, your look at him. "FINISH!", he commands thru grit teeth in a forced whisper. You grab. Some gazers are still looking. Your hand moves slightly faster as your own pussy begins to grow even wetter. A couple sitting farther away but still staring make eye contact. You wonder if they can know. Can the see the subtle arm movements giving away the playing underneath the table? Marcus set downs the drinks and retreats. You are now sitting on one of your legs. Feeling the dampness of your crotch against the smooth skin of you calf. Rocking against the flesh of your own leg. Mr. James slides slightly back from the table. You look down at the exposed gap between the table and his stomach and can now see the outcome of your diligent work under the edge of the table. His cock now throbbing. You know he is about to cum. Wondering if you should slow down, speed up or stop. The sight of his long, thick cock has you too turned on to stop. His hand has found its way up to the back of your neck. No way, you think to yourself. He can’t possibly think. Just at the moment he pushes your head down into his lap. Your knees drop to the floor. His gushing load is deposited into your eager mouth. Twitching, spasms, drop after thick drop of his milky, thick, salty, delicious cum shoots down the back of your throat. Your own body tightens and without even touching yourself you cum. Cum so hard your head starts violently moving up and down. Trying desperately to suck every drop out of this man. To please him, make him cum harder and better than ever before in his life. "Thud"! You stop and turn to see your purse beside you on the floor. You crawl out from under the table on all fours.... His face is there to greet you. "Find it?". "Aaaaa...right here?" You hold your purse up. Waving it like a flag of surrender. Desperate to show the whole bar that you had a reason to go under the table other than to catch his cum. Standing and looking around you again see everyone looking. My god, did they see? Did they know? He slides into the booth as he pulls you in next to him. "Nice finish", he says. You smile awkwardly. "Next time your mouth is gonna have to earn it. I want to see how good those nice lips can suck a cock." You smile at the thought of showing him...pleasing him. 10E Ch. 04 You lean into him and kiss him hard and wet on his mouth. Knowing that the taste of his cum is still in your mouth you make certain to run your tongue deep in his mouth. You pull back and look directly into his confident dark eyes and say, "This mouth doesn't have to earn anything". Before he can react or respond you stand, "I need to find the little girls' room." Moving with slow, deliberate strides, with just enough hip to keep his and every other man's eyes on you, you head for the bathroom. "Stay in control," you say to yourself, knowing too well that this is slowly becoming harder and harder to do. The door to the plush marble and granite bathroom opens. You wait while another woman exits. The two of you briefly make eye contact. The look she gives makes you wonder what she is thinking. You know the look. It's the one you've given some of your daughter's acquaintances at school. "Those girls" - the ones you will not let her hang out with. The sluts. You head straight to the counter and as the door closes you grab the vanity for support. You are flush with desire and emotions. You look at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing the front of your skirt and adjusting your blouse, your hands run across your body. You realize just how damn good you look. You lean into the vanity to look at your eyes. You feel the hard edge against your overly-stimulated aching cunt. It dawns on you that you still haven't had a good orgasm and that prick has. You arch your back slightly, pressing yourself into the edge. God that feels sooo good. You back away and hike your skirt to adjust your thigh high stockings. You can see yourself in the mirror, the sexy underwear having as much of an effect on you as a man it seems. Unable to resist, your hand moves to your pussy. You begin to rub yourself through the fabric. Closing your eyes you imagine Mr. James rubbing you there. Your hand quickens. Your cunt is soaking. Your clit is rock hard as you slide the thong to one side. You bite down on your bottom lip feeling the orgasm build. You hear the outer door to the bathroom open. You gasp and stumble backwards into the handicap stall, quickly closing the door. Your heart is racing in your chest. You rest your flushed face aganst the cold steel of the door. Your heart starts to calm. Turning around with your back on the door, you breathe deeply. Your hand moves to slide the lock when there is a sudden pressure against the stall door separating the door from the hinge, making it impossible for you to lock the stall. "Heeeyyyy, this is taken!" you blurt out. The door is pushed harder. "This isn't funny!" You push back, your heels sliding on the floor. The door is about a third of the way open. You open your mouth getting ready to scream. "HE...!" You go mute. A masculine hand covers your mouth. Your heart jumps. His other hand wraps around your waist and pulls you tight to him, the deep low toned, assertive voice of Mr. James says, "Don't turn around." Scared...mind racing, you bite him on the palm. He relinquishes his grip on your mouth but quickly counteracts by grasping a handful of hair. You gasp as he jerks your head back. His lips against your ear, "Dont do that again, bitch!". Your legs grow weak. "You gonna behave yourself?" You whimper and nod your head. "Not a sound!" he commands. Butterflies in your stomach. He releases his grip and you can hear the latch slide on the door. You start to turn around. "DON'T turnaround" he barks. You turn back and lower your head. His hand firmly in your back guiding you towards the sink."What is happening to me?" you think to yourself. A distinctive tingle begins pulsing through your body. He pushes you forward, your hands grip the edge of the sink as he pulls your skirt up. "Nice ass," he says and gives you a firm slap on your left cheek. "Thank your , Mr. James," you reply without thinking. "Alright, this is about...". You feel your thong split your swollen lips as he jerks it up. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you feel your wetness as the fabric cinches your clit. You gasp aloud as the pain sears your aching cunt. The fabric tears sending a pre orgasmic wave through your body as the pain releases your engourged nub. Goose bumps dance across your skin as you hear his pants and belt hit the floor. Looking up you can see him in the mirror. He takes the head of his cock and begins to run it up and down the length of your sodden slit. Teasing you. Revelling in the silky wetness of your lips. You push back trying to take his thickness inside you. He smacks you hard on the ass. You retreat. He slowly moves the head of his cock against your clit. You feel the opening of his penis tease you. Your body tenses. Half whimpering and half moaning you cum as the sweet fluids release from your body. Your fingers gripped tightly on the sides of the sink. To be continued