0 comments/ 13266 views/ 2 favorites Flying By: Georgia Anon2 The distant cloud tops glow pink, orange, and dusky red under the waning moments of a beautiful April sunset. Sunsets are glorious viewed from 35,000 feet. I roll my head back onto the soft, first-class headrest and close my eyes as I replay the meeting in my mind for the 10th time. “Marci, of the seven firms we interviewed, your presentation was, without doubt, the most outstanding,” the Division President smiled when he had spoken. “My colleagues and I are really pleased to tell you that you have just won your firm a three-year, $14 million contract, and they owe it all to you. Congratulations!” ‘Wow, a $14 million contract over three years,’ I smile to myself behind closed eyelids. ‘Not only will that guarantee me a six-figure bonus but this contract makes me a shoe-in to win “top producer” honors. Finally, all the work…the public speaking courses, the aerobics classes four times each week, the late hours talking with customers has paid off!’ I am so exhilarated! “Excuse me?” intones a low, husky voice over my shoulder. My eyes flash open and I quickly turn to see who had spoken. “Were you speaking to someone in particular?” the smooth bass voice inquires again. Slightly embarrassed, I look up into a chiseled face perfectly matched to that voice, my neck starting to redden. “I thought I heard a rather convincing, ‘Yessssss!’ passing your beautiful lips.” He breaks into a wide grin of perfect, white teeth, surrounded by full lips and deep creases slanting from the base of his nose to the corners of his mouth. About 40, I’d guess, with thick dark hair accented by a touch of gray at each temple. Is this guy for real? Or is he part of a dream. My mind races analyzing the possibilities. No, I’m not asleep, but did I speak out loud? I must have accidentally let out a hint of the triumph I was savoring. Where did he come from? I sit up, now fully awake and aware of my senses, senses that seem to be filling with his masculinity. He must be a flight attendant who was offering me something to drink while my eyes were closed. I glance downward, expecting to see a gray, striped airline uniform. Surprised, I find only supple, black Bally loafers topped by perfectly creased navy trousers with crisp pleats fitted snugly around a trim waist. I quiver sensing this man’s taut body so close to me. “I must have been talking to myself,” I begin slowly. “I am returning from a successful business meeting and was replaying it in my head. I guess I must have been a bit enthusiastic.” “That’s okay,” he grins back. “I like enthusiastic.” His dark brown eyes twinkle. “I actually came up here with a proposition.” My eyebrows arch slightly. “Oh?” Again I can feel my blood pulsing, only this time not in my neck but lower. “And what brings you to first class to propose to me?” Now my eyes twinkle. Without missing a beat, he replies, “Hi, I’m William Prince, call me Bill” stretching his hand toward me. I grasp it fully and firmly. I want him to know I am a pro, no pushover, who just landed a major contract. “Marci. Marci …..,” I hesitate, wondering whether I should let this stranger know my last name or too much else about me. After all I just met him. “Hi, Marci,” he jumps in sensing my fleeting caution. “I actually came up here to ask you a few questions. You see, this is my airline. At least, it was mine when I started it two years ago. Now the public owns it. I just hold 40%.” My eyes widen, “You are the Prince?” He laughs, a genuine, warm laugh, without a trace of haughtiness. “I mean the Prince in Prince Air?” I feel like a silly schoolgirl, sputtering like that. Thankfully, Bill didn’t even blink. “Yes, I am. I fly in coach with our customers a lot, walking around surveying passengers, asking how we are doing, are they enjoying the flight, is our route system meeting their needs, that sort of thing……” As his sexy voice continues I remember he said I had beautiful lips. Now, it is my turn to smile a genuine smile. “…..and I was wondering if you would consider participating in a survey I am conducting. It’ll only take a few minutes and I would be honored to treat you to a glass of wine and a free round trip voucher if you will help me out.” Now, my mind is totally focused on this man who popped into my dreams, into my evening, and into my life. ‘You have pretty nice lips yourself,’ I think to myself. “Sure. I would be happy to help,” I reply as cheerily as I can. “What do I do?” “Follow me,” he says, stepping back to allow me to stand in the aisle. He leads me toward the rear of the plane where the aft galley has been converted into a small work area. I sway with the moving craft as I glide down the aisle, noticing a certain moistness that comes only when I am aroused. ‘A survey, huh? How hard can it be?’ I think to myself. I suppress a giggle as I realize my own pun. ‘I could really get interested in this guy,’ I muse as I watch his broad shoulders fill the aisle as he proceeds before me. Reaching the galley-turned-office, he pushes open the bi-fold door, revealing a small, but nicely appointed leather bench seat, affixed side table holding a blown glass lamp, and leather covered ottoman. ‘Good use of a small space,’ I nod approvingly. He follows me inside, motioning me to sit on the bench. When he pulls the door, I notice the incredible quiet. “Special sound insulation and anti-vibration dampeners,” he smiles, anticipating my question about how it could be so much quieter inside this small space than in the plane’s main cabin. “Now, for that glass of wine.” He touches a wood panel, and as if by magic, it opens to reveal a small bar lined with Baccarat crystal tumblers, sterling silver ice tongs, and a Waterford ice bucket filled with real ice cubes, not the odd, hole-in-the-center cubes used on most airlines. ‘Mmmmmm, this guy has taste,’ I smile, as I watch him smoothly reach upward for a bottle of wine and two glasses. Opening the bottle, he pours two glasses and gracefully hands one to me. I use both hands to retrieve the offered glass, making sure I grasp his hand while doing so. He must have noticed. I think I detect an increase in warmth when we touch, but his eyes do not leave mine as I withdraw the glass. We chat for a while about my work, about his work, about his love of modern art and skiing. He asks simple questions, but with each answer I find myself wanting to tell him everything about me. The wine glasses are filled several times with the excellent, deep red merlot, and before I know it, I feel the warm glow of relaxed excitement. When his glass is empty, he sets it down, pauses, looks straight into my eyes, sits forward and takes my free hand in both of his. “I am determined to make this the most memorable flying experience you have ever had,” he begins. “Would you share with me what I can do to make this experience better?” The wine burns as I hurriedly swallow my remaining ruby liquid, my mind racing. ‘Is he coming on to me or is this his survey?’ my mind flashes. ‘So, what if he is? I am a single adult, he’s not wearing a wedding ring, and he is gorgeous, rich, and genuine.’ I debate for two seconds. “Bill, I hardly know you, but, yes, there is something you can do for me.” I pause to get the words right. “Tell me why you singled me out for your survey.” I watch his face intently, knowing that his response to my question will determine which path this encounter will take. During the course of our chat, we have drawn closer, sitting facing each other, with his knee between my knees, brushing my inner thigh from time to time when we laugh or he shifts his weight. Now, his face is less than a foot from mine, his musky scent filling my nostrils, his hands resting in my lap, firmly yet gently holding my right hand. “Marci, I travel about 400,000 miles per year, crisscrossing the country on my airplanes. I talk to thousands of people every month, so I have many opportunities to meet women. However, when I saw you board this plane, my heart skipped a beat…that has never happened to me before, not ever. I am sure there are scientific explanations for what I have been feeling since I first glimpsed your exceptional figure, designer ensemble, and bright, intelligent eyes. All I can say is the only thing I have been able to think about is touching you, holding your hand, feeling your warmth,” he says gently as he raises my hand to his lips and brushes it lightly. “I have never felt desire as I do right now. I can only hope you feel something for me, too.” I stare at him in disbelief. ‘How could such a devastatingly handsome man be so taken with me when he could have any woman he desires? He has money, style, is a world traveler, and is in damn fine shape for a 40-year old.’ Once again I admire his trim midsection and taut face. I look down at his hands, so gentle, and up at this face, so sincere. Somehow, I know what he says is true. My heart races with excitement. Without thinking, I lean forward and answer him with a kiss, not a sloppy ‘I’m a drunk slut’ kind of kiss, but a very lady-like gentle kiss….but not too lady-like. I kiss him squarely on the lips, with some authority. As I pull back and gaze at that handsome face, I see him looking intently into my eyes. He does not have to speak. His eyes fill me with his thoughts, his hunger, and his desire to have me. Without a word, I let go his hand, stand up in the cramped space and slowly unzip my straight linen skirt. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind Bill as I stand. ‘All those workouts have really paid off,’ I think as I admire my own flat stomach, trim arms and gravity-defying bosom. When I look down at Bill, he places his hands on my waist, leaning forward to kiss my exposed navel. ‘Mmmmm,’ I moan as my skirt slips to the floor. As I unbutton my blouse, his hands gently slip inside my panties caressing my buttocks. When my blouse falls open, he stands, his hands sliding up my back, creating the most exquisite sensation. I feel a flood of warmth in my most private place, and close my eyes with a small gasp. ‘How could he know my most erotic spots?’ Bill takes over now, rising to his full height, kissing me sensually on the lips, his strong embrace pressing our bodies together. I feel his aroused manhood against my body, firm and thrilling. After a breathless, passionate kiss, our moist lips separate and Bill draws back. His face asks the question I have been waiting for, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I nod slightly, smiling, my breathing becoming slightly shallow. Bill steps back and, in seconds, has removed his trousers, shirt and tie. His body is even more stunning without clothes…the muscles of his chest are full and firm, his biceps and forearms sinewy, and his stomach muscled and trim. I reach out to caress his chest, and with each touch my own desire intensifies. I become subtly aware of soft music…I hadn’t noticed it before. Bill wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. With his free hand he gently but firmly lifts my right leg, bent at the knee, and places my foot on the leather stool. Supporting my elevated right leg, he enters me slowly, gently, urgently. At the first sensation, I throw my head back as waves of pleasure roll up my body. I shudder. His lips find mine. His kisses increase in urgency with the tempo of his thrusts. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, our hips swivel as one. I moan as the pulse increases. My body is on fire. My mind drifts. I am flying. Minor turbulence gently rocks the plane as if the pilot, on cue, dipped the wings, making the whole plane rock in synchronization with our love dance. My fingernails glide down his back to his well-muscled buttocks. I grasp them firmly and hold on tightly, as the pleasure intensifies. I can hold back no longer, and I moan as wave after wave of ecstasy sweeps over me. My head feels light, my body weightless, only the sensations of total pleasure fill my mind. Seconds later I feel Bill convulse as his thrusts deepen and slow. I feel warm and a little woozy, but am unwilling to let him go. After a few minutes, Bill gingerly draws away and tenderly lowers my leg to the floor. He kisses my eyes, my neck and the corners of my mouth. After a few more moments of warm, wet closeness, the Fasten Seat Belts light illuminates indicating our approaching destination. As we dress silently, Bill looks up at me, smiles and says, “So how do you like my airline?” “You are my Prince,” I reply. “You can fly me anytime.” Flying The room was not very large, maybe 12 feet by 18 feet. It had a cathedral ceiling sloping upward, 12 feet at the low end, almost 20 feet at the top, with a large skylight. It was mostly empty, which surprised Shelby. Several chairs, a padded sawhorse with ring bolts at the four corners, an old school desk and table, an armoire which probably contained the equipment. What surprised Shelby most of all was the beam, 12 feet in the air, bisecting the room, and the rope and pulley at its center. And under it was a stool. It was not as high as the kind found in bars or clubs, and it appeared more comfortable for sitting with both feet on the floor. When they spoke on the Net, this woman had mentioned her desire to tie Shelby up for an extended period of time. Shelby had come out towards the end of her sophomore year in college. Later, after she graduated, a roommate turned her on to rough sex, and six months later Shelby was introduced to bondage by a very experienced lover. But she wasn't keen on this idea of extended bondage, thought it was some kind of joke, and then the idea dropped from her mind. This new woman found Shelby at an Internet bondage site, and after a few e-mails Shelby decided to meet her for dinner. Fran Morgan turned out to be very charming, not at all the butch Shelby had expected. Fran was a late 30s. very classy Lipstick Lesbian. Shelby guessed that the woman must have been drop dead gorgeous when she was younger. She was starting to fall in love. But what confused Shelby were the mood swings. Towards the end of the meal, Shelby mentioned that she didn't just do what anybody told her. Almost immediately, Fran Morgan slapped Shelby across the face as they sat at their table in a dark corner of the expensive restaurant. "You will be amazed at the things I could make you do," Fran said in an icy voice. And then her voice returned to normal, and she smiled, and lifted a glass in a toast. At one point in the e-mail, Fran mentioned suspension - that was something new she added to the game. Shelby really hadn't given much thought to how it would be accomplished. Fran said something about the Spanish Inquisition, something she had read about as a child, something that had stayed in her mind, something she had wanted to act out for years. Did the Inquisitors really suspend their victims? Maybe Shelby was letting herself in for more then she had planned? Shelby decided she would go home with the pretty older woman. So it was in the parking lot of the restaurant, just as they got to Fran's car, that she grasped Shelby by the hair. The younger woman tried to pull away, but that only increased her pain. "When we get home, I can beat you into submission, slap you around to get you in the mood. I know you like rough sex, and I will be very rough if I have to. But I prefer that you follow my instructions, that you do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. I knew that does turn you on, you hot little cunt, following instructions, doing exactly what you are told." Just the thought of it, being called a "cunt," of being told what to do, was very exciting. Almost immediately Shelby could feel the flash of wet between her shapely thighs. Fran was standing slightly behind her, without letting go the grip on Shelby's long red hair, whispering this in her ear in a low, menacing voice. Then Fran slid her hand into the top of Shelby's blouse, using her thumb and index finger to grasp Shelby's nipple, to squeeze her tit very hard. "Ahhhhh! Please." "Does my little slut like that? Having her tits squeezed? Or when we get home would she prefer I used a hot needle on her pretty little tits?' "Please, don't burn me. I'll do whatever you want. I'll behave." "Thank you. Now get your sexy ass in the car. And lift up your skirt - I want to be able to your cunt as I drive." Shelby did as she was told, and Fran caressed the front of Shelby's panties during most of the silent ride back to the house. At first Shelby didn't want to get out of the car, and it took another slap across the face to encourage her. Then Fran showed her the way to the strange room. Fran asked her to undress, told Shelby she should store her clothing in the armoire. Now she was very polite, almost European in her manner. "Would you please be so kind as to take off your clothing, everything except your underpants." Shelby had undressed in front of dozens of lovers and one-night stands. And she had been spanked or tied in one way or another by a few of them. But somehow, this was different. This pretty older woman was so sure of herself. For the first time, Shelby was self conscious about her body. She hoped Fran would like her figure, especially her breasts. She wanted Fran to think she was pretty. And Shelby was glad that Fran let her keep her panties, at least for the moment. Then Fran told her to sit on the stool. Shelby paused for a moment and Fran quickly slapped her across the breast. "I can put you over the horse and whip your pussy and asshole, if you prefer. Sometimes, if I bring home a really dumb cunt, I need to do that to get her attention. So I hope you'll be smarter than that." Shelby wondered why this classy woman had to be so crude. At the same time, she was excited by the humiliation of being called a dumb cunt. And the thought of being whipped between her legs was terrifying. So Shelby sat where she was told. And the stool was a comfortable height - her feet rested firmly on the floor. Fran walked up behind her. "Your hands, please, put them in back of your neck. Elbows back." Shelby did was she was told. The position raised her perfect 34-B breasts, thrust them forward. Fran reach around with both hands, felt the heft of Shelby's shapely breasts, moved her hands from side to side, made Shelby's breasts sway gently. Then Fran used her hands on Shelby's nipples. Shelby watched as they shrank in size, grew hard, became more sensitive. She closed her eyes and leaned back against her older lover. This was almost heaven. Then Fran began to squeeze, using her thumb and forefinger against each perfect pink nipple. Harder and harder. Shelby could feel herself becoming moist, could feel the beginning of her arousal. "Shelby likes that?" "Yes, ma'am, very much." Fran squeezed suddenly, unexpectedly, and Shelby gasped. "Ahh!" "And that?" Shelby didn't have to answer. Over the net, she had told Fran that she was into bondage, and submission fantasies. She didn't mention breast discipline. But she knew Fran could tell that she craved the pain almost as much as the pleasure of being restrained. That in some ways, the pain and the pleasure were one. "Don't move," Fran ordered. She could hear Fran walk away and the attractive older woman return a moment later. Shelby opened her eyes, saw Fran standing in front of her holding a pair of ankle cuffs. "We'll put these on now, since we'll need them later for the suspension." Was Fran going to suspend her up side down? She hadn't said in her e-mail posting. Then Fran knelt on the floor in front of her, put the cuff tightly on one ankle, then the other. And then she hooked each cuff to an O-ring on the leg of the stool. Being cuffed had aroused Shelby more than having her nipples squeezed, and Shelby was sure Fran could see the wetness beginning to seep through her sheer white panties. The woman must have been a mind reader. Fran stood up, began to caress her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. "Our Shelby is getting wet? The little whore likes that?" "Yes, ma'am.' "You really are a horny little slut. And I haven't even begun to restrain you. Don't move, I need to get more equipment." Since her legs were firmly attached to the stool, Shelby knew she couldn't go anywhere. But Shelby kept her hands behind her neck as instructed. Fran came back with a leather strap and three lengths of cord. The strap went around her chest, just below Shelby's breasts. Fran stood behind her and buckled it very tight. Then she took one of the cords, doubled it in half, and put the loop under the strap. The two loose ends went through the loop, and she moved the cord to her left side. "Lower your left arm. Put it against the strap," she instructed. Shelby did as she was told. The doubled cord went around her wrist several times. Then one end went under the strap, and the two ends of the cord tied tightly together. Her left arm was tied tightly to her side. She repeated the process with the second length of cord and her right arm. Then she used the third cord to pull her elbows back and tie them together. In this position, Shelby's perfect young breasts were thrust forward, totally unprotected. She couldn't move her hands to protect herself, and while she could stand up, her ankles were attached to the stool. Whatever punishment this woman would devise, Shelby knew she was at her mercy. Wasn't this what she wanted all along? "Some more equipment. Don't go away." When she came back, both of her hands were closed. She extended her fists, palms up? "Left or right?" Fran asked. Shelby said "left" and Fran opened her hand. She was holding a pair of plastic clothes pins, the squeeze clip type. Shelby didn't have to guess what they were for. Whatever was in her right hand, Fran emptied into her pocket, so Shelby didn't know if she made a good choice. The clips went onto her nipples and Shelby felt the pain almost immediately. Then Fran stood behind her and began to press and rub Shelby's breasts. The pain of the clips on her nipples became more intense. "Ahhh." Then Fran walked around in front and flicked the clip on Shelby's tit with her index finger. "Ohhh, Jesus." First the right, then the left, then the right again. Over and over and over again. The pain short through her, went right to her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh! Christ! Please." "We'll do this some more when I have my pretty little whore up in the air. It will hurt more when I use the flogger." When Shelby decided to meet this new woman, she didn't know beforehand exactly how she would be punished - just that the other woman would inflict pain on her breasts. But now Fran Morgan was doing just that, causing Shelby incredible pleasure. She understood how to treat a woman's breasts to make the pain and pleasure merge into one indescribably pleasurable sensation. So far Shelby had not been disappointed. First Fran had caressed her breasts gently, teased her nipples to make them hard. Fran knew the exact touch to arouse her, to make her wet between her shapely legs. Then Fran squeezed her nipples harder and harder until Shelby gasped. What did she ask? "Our Shelby likes that? My little whore likes that? The slut gets off on the pain?" "Yes ma'am, I like that very much." Shelby remembered her answer, blushed as she said it. Fran knew exactly when to put the plastic clips on her nipples, how to flick them with her index finger to make it hurt even more. Finally Fran told her she would punish Shelby's tits again after she put her up in the air. "But first, some quiet time, some time to reflect on your situation," Fran said over her shoulder as she walked away, turned off the lights in the room, left Shelby in solitude. So the attractive 24 year old sat there in the dark, knew that if she tried to get off the stool she would probably fall, maybe even break a leg. That wasn't a very smart thing to do, so she just sat there. Shelby felt the slowly increasing pressure on her nipples, wondered if Fran would come back into the room today or tomorrow. Shelby though she might have almost fallen asleep once or twice, then the jarring sensation of snapping awake. Maybe three times in all. And the dull ache of the clips on her nipples was no longer pleasurable. She wondered if Fran was watching her, if she was taping this, if Fran had her on a video. Was this something to show her, to share with her later, or perhaps to share with her friends? As Shelby thought of others seeing her in bondage, the attractive younger woman started getting wet all over again. Then the lights came back on, too bright. Fran walked up to her swiftly and she though at first Shelby was going to slap her. She was silent for a moment, looked at her, saw the disoriented looked on Shelby's pretty face, thought for a moment, and finally she said: "I think we're ready to go flying. Is Shelby ready for lift off?" She guessed she was. "Yes ma'am," Shelby replied, with a hit of reservation in her voice. Fran went to the wall, came back with a small electronic control box. Then she heard the sound, looked up and saw the rope being lowered from overhead beam. On the end was an O-ring and three more lines - with mountain climber's carabineers on the ends. Fran attached each shorter line to the rope used to tie each arm to the leather strap around her chest. The longer line went from elbow to elbow and back to the O-ring. While it looked awkward, Shelby realized that most of the lifting would be done by the strap around her chest. When she was finished with the hookup, Fran knelt down and unsnapped the hooks from her ankle cuffs, but she kept the cuffs securely in place. "Please stand." From the position she was in, Fran could see Shelby's matted light red public hair though the front of Shelby's sheer soaked panties. "This does turn my little slut on?" No answer was necessary. Fran quickly lowered Shelby's panties, asked her to step out, crumpled them up and put them in her pocket. "You can have them back when we're finished." Fran walked away for a moment, and came back with a spreader bar. It was very large, at least 24 inches long, enough to open Shelby up very wide. Quickly Fran attached it to the ankle cuffs. Then she used the control box to raise the line attached to her chest harness. She only needed to lift Shelby six inches off the floor and she could feel the fear beginning. Then Shelby was suspended almost vertically. She was leaning slightly forward in the harness, her tits thrust forward. Most of her weight was carried by the leather strap, but there would be enough pressure on her arms and elbows to cause discomfort. There is something about being off the ground, suspended, that Shelby found terrifying. Again, she did her mind reading trick: "It will be worse when I turn you up side down. But lets see what we can do in this position." She reached forward and grasped Shelby by her pubic hair. There wasn't that much to grab - Shelby kept herself nicely trimmed. But there was enough to hold onto. Fran didn't pull hard, just a gently squeeze, enough to make Shelby's clit twitch. She relaxed the grip and then squeezed again. Again the pressure on Shelby's clit. Fran really knew how to get to her. Then a finger in Shelby's cunt to test for wetness. "Good, we're making progress." Shelby's cunt was like a lake. Fran went on to explain that she was going to take the clips off Shelby's nipples for a while, so that she could use a small slapper on Shelby's delectable breasts. Then there was the sudden rush of pain as Fran pulled off first one clip, then the second, from Shelby's swollen nipples. "Holly fucken Christ ..." from Shelby. "Watch you're dirty mouth." The slapper was of soft leather, double thickness jointed together for most of its length, maybe 11 inches long. The tip was cut in a V-shape. Fran used it as its name implied, to slap Shelby's breasts. She slapped first from the left, then from the right, finally straight across each breast directly on the nipple. She didn't need to hit hard, just a flick of the wrist. Fran gave her three or four strokes on her left tit, then three or four on her right, then back to the left. Shelby started to whimper. "Ahhh! Please, ma'am,, not so hard." "It hurts a little more then you thought it would?" "Yes, ma'am. Please." Fran didn't reply. Instead, she picked up the control box and lowered a second line from the overhead beam. It had an O-ring at the end, and two additional lines attached, two more carabineers at the ends. These she hooked to the spreader bar. Using the control box, she began to slowly raise Shelby's legs. Then Fran lowered the line attached to the chest harness. Back and forth she went, raising and lowering, raising and lowering, until Shelby was suspended horizontally, face down, at waist height. Then she raised Shelby straight up, until she was about five feet off the ground. The nipple clips came out of Fran's pocket, one at a time, and she put them back in place on Shelby's nipples. After the slapper, her breasts were sore, and the new pressure on her nipples was very intense. Fran twisted one nipple suddenly, then the other. "Ahhhhh," Shelby moaned as the pain shot through her. "Please, Mistress, not that." Fran ignored her. Without listening to Shelby's protest, Fran picked up the control and began to lower Shelby's head. Her body was at a 45 degree angle to the ground when Fran stopped the motor. Then she covered Shelby's eyes with the blindfold. Shelby had started to calm down, but now the fear was coming back. Fran raised and the lines several times and Shelby lost all space orientation. For the first time Shelby was truly terrified. Then there was a long silence. Shelby had no idea how long Fran kept her there. She heard some movement for a while, then quiet, then silence again. She though Fran moved a chair close to where she was suspended, to observe her more closely. "Please, Mistress, please let me down." Fran didn't reply. Instead, Shelby felt the sting of a flogger on her tit. Fran hadn't shown it to her, but it felt like rawhide thongs, eight or ten of them. Her aim was excellent. Each time Fran hit the clip and a portion of Shelby's breast with the leather thongs. Slowly, methodically, gently Fran whipped her breasts with the leather. Then Fran whipped her with increasing fury. It was like a kiss of fire, burning into her breasts. Shelby could feel the ecstasy spreading, burning into her pussy, burning into her soul. "Please, Mistress, please..." was the last thing Shelby remembered saying before she began to tremble, before the explosion of her orgasm. Flying Lana checked to make sure everything was in place before boarding began. This was her last trip of the day, and then she would do an overnight in Memphis before heading back home to Minneapolis. She loved her job as a flight attendant. People always thought her job was glamorous, the traveling all the time, seeing different cities. What they didn't realize is that it was a hard job. She often didn't know where she would be for days at a time and was away from home a lot. It wasn't a job everyone could do but she loved it. She'd only been a flight attendant for three years now and knew that she had found the career she wanted. As the passengers began coming down the jet way, she pasted her smile on and greeted them all. Helping those that needed it to find their seats, helping them stow their bags. This flight was only three hours and then she could go to her hotel for a swim. She loved getting in a late night swim; it always helped her to sleep better. She was glad that her return trip tomorrow was late in the afternoon so she could spend time just relaxing in the morning. Lana walked up and down the aisle checking to make sure everyone had their seat belts on, the luggage was stowed and if anyone needed anything. She was working first class this trip and was grateful for that. She liked having a smaller group to deal with, not to mention she was working with Jason. Jason could always make her laugh, she loved flying with him. She brought out the drinks that her passengers had ordered while the crew went through the pre flight. Lana had noticed the tall dark haired man when he came on board. It was hard to miss him; he was well built and very good looking. She noticed even the female passengers looking at him as they made their way to their seats. He didn't seem to notice the attention he drew. He simply sat there reading his newspaper, he barely looked up when she handed him his drink. Thinking to herself, too bad, she went back to taking orders and then to getting everything ready for take off. As she made one final pass down the aisle to pick up drinks before takeoff, Lana stopped at his seat and asked if she could take his glass. This time he looked up fully, Lana's breath seemed to stop as she looked into those rich chocolate eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. Then he smiled at her as he handed over his glass. Her heart stopped at that smile. My God, she thought to herself. He's amazing, his whole face changed with that smile. It made him even more irresistible, something Lana didn't think was possible. Lana smiled softly as she took the glass and said thank you to him. Walking slowly back to the galley, she put the glass away, grinned at Jason then took her seat. During takeoff, she couldn't get that smile out of her mind. Jason nudged her when it was time to get the cart prepared; he looked at her quizzically sensing that something was off with her. She smiled at him then set to work. "Lana, what's up?" Jason asked. "Oh, nothing, just ready to be in the hotel, it's been a long day." she said, sighing. "That it has." Jason agreed. They began pushing the cart down the aisle. Jason took the right while Lana took the left side of the plane. She chose that side so she could avoid that smile. It did funny things to her system and she needed to be levelheaded on the flight. When they reached the row before his seat, Lana crouched down to get water out of the bottom drawer for her passenger. She felt the breath on her ear just before he spoke. "You're beautiful," he whispered seductively. Lana couldn't keep the shock off her face. She'd been hit on many times as a flight attendant; it seemed to come with the job. None had had the effort those two words had on her body. She felt her insides melt at the very nature of his tone. She just stared at him, then he smiled again and Lana was sure she'd fall over from weakness. Regaining her composure finally, she simply smiled at him as she grabbed the water and stood up. Her hands trembled as she poured the water, and handed it to her passenger. Lana refused to look at him again. All through the flight, Lana did everything she could to avoid him without being rude. She did however look up who he was on the manifest, she could resist finding out his name. Dan Williams. That was his name; she thought it sounded like some high power attorney. His name rolled around her head; over and over she could hear herself saying it. Finally it was time to prepare for landing. Lana did one more check to make sure everyone's seat up upright, luggage was again stowed and trays were up, then she sat of the landing. Every landing for three years had the same effect on Lana, her heart raced and her whole body vibrated. She felt the tires bump down and breathed deeply. Another flight done, she couldn't wait to get to the hotel. She was looking forward to a night swim and then a comfortable bed. Jason prepared to leave the plane first; he had another one to catch so he wouldn't be staying with her to finish this one. She had known about the tight schedule and was okay with doing the work alone. She stood at the front of the plane and said goodbye to the passengers. When Dan approached, she tensed without meaning too. He smiled at her before leaning over to her ear. "Perhaps next time we can get to know each other," he whispered in that rich velvet voice of his. Lana could only smile, as she felt the blush creep up her neck. Doubtful, she thought, she didn't normally see passengers more than once. She watched him leave the plane and walk up the jet way until she couldn't see him anymore. Lana couldn't help but think of how it would be to hear that voice in bed, whispering to her as his body stretched out over hers, possessing her intimately. Suddenly she was very warm and couldn't wait for the rest of the passengers to exit the plane. Finally the plane was empty; Lana grabbed her overnight bag and headed up the jet way with her pilot, co-pilot and the other flight attendants. They were all headed in different directions. As far as she knew, she was the only one out of this group to be doing an overnight layover. The rest were on to other trips. Lana loved people watching and she did just that as she walked through the airport on her way to the hotel shuttle. It was only nine at night but she was tired and sore from flying all day. Standing at the curb, she watched silently as her shuttle pulled up, she didn't notice the man behind her who stepped up too. Her mind was only on getting checked in and to the pool for her swim. She handed her overnight bag to the driver, sat down in the back and closed her eyes as she relaxed for the ride to the hotel. It wasn't until they stopped there that she opened her eyes again and made contact with rich chocolate eyes. Her heart gave a little jump and her pulse raced as she saw him sitting there staring at her. What is he doing here? she thought. Lana exited the shuttle without acknowledging Dan, grabbed her bag and headed for the front desk. She didn't want to think about him, she just wanted to get to her room and then to the pool. Finally, she had her room key in hand and went to the elevator. Walking into her room, she set her luggage on the rack, and got out her bathing suit. Lana stripped naked then stepped into the shower to rinse off before she dressed in her two piece suit. She grabbed her sarong and headed out the door, making sure to grab her room key. Lana went to the elevator and waited for it to come. When the doors slid open, she came face to face with Dan. He looked her up and down then smiled slowly. "Going for a swim?" he asked. "Yes." Lana said. She then stepped on the elevator as Dan got off. When the doors closed, she slumped against the wall. Why does he have to be on my floor? She wondered out loud. Sighing at her luck or lack of, she pressed the button for the pool floor and decided not to think about Dan sleeping just a few rooms from where she would be. When Lana walked into the pool area, she was glad to see no one else was there, she liked swimming alone. She took her sarong off, pulled a towel from the rack and placed them both on a chair near the window. The view here was great, she was so glad the hotel had an indoor pool. She walked to the deep end of the pool and simply dove in. Lana had learned a long time ago to just get the shock factor over with quickly. Breathing deeply as she surfaced, Lana pushed back her long red hair and started to do laps in the pool. This was her favorite exercise. She had always loved the water and now she would swim as often as her schedule let her. After doing twenty laps, she came up to the side of the pool and simply hung onto the side. Lana caught her breath and turned around in the water wanting to just relax for a bit. When she turned though she noticed the dark figure swimming right for her, she tensed as it got closer and closer. She hadn't heard anyone else come in the pool but instinctively she knew who it was. When Dan broke the surface right in front her, she couldn't stop the gasp from escaping. He was gorgeous dry and even more enticing with water running down his body. He smiled at her, just wading water in front of her. He didn't say anything as she stared at him. Finally finding her senses, Lana started to swim away from him. He reached out and grabbed her around the waist. She sucked in air and started to protest when suddenly his lips were on hers. Every coherent thought she had fled in the rush of sensations. His kiss was demanding yet gentle. She knew she could have broken the kiss and gotten away from him since his hands were barely holding onto her at that point. Lana was grateful for those hands at the moment though, because at the first touch of his lips, her whole body had melted. She was sure she would have drowned had he not been holding her. He ran his tongue along her lips, causing her to moan in his mouth. Hearing her moan, his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer to him. With their wet suits meshed together, she didn't have to imagine how he felt naked; she could feel almost every part of him. Dan broke off the kiss, slowly, lingering to tease her lips a little more before looking deep in her eyes. "I've wanted to do that since I first stepped on the plane," he said. Lana was lost in the sensuality of her body. Her mind shouted at her to back away and leave. This wasn't her, she didn't have flings. Her body however, inched closer, wanting that contact again. She couldn't speak; she could only cling to him as her body took over. Sensing her willingness, Dan kissed her again. A soul searing kiss that shattered any resistance left in her mind. She demanded with her mouth things she didn't even know she wanted. Lana had never felt more alive than she did at that moment in the water, the coolness contrasting deeply with the heat of their bodies entwined in the water. Dan pushed her up against the side of the pool, breaking the kiss as his mouth traveled down her wet neck to the edge of her bikini top. His tongue lavished along the line of her breast, slowly working its way under the fabric. She felt his hands reach around her neck to untie it. Her head fell back as she felt the top fall and his mouth continued ever closer to her nipple. Lana wrapped her legs around his waist as he engulfed her nipple in his hot mouth. Sucking gently, he teased her nipple with his tongue. Grasping at his shoulders, Lana held on as his mouth began to move toward her other nipple which was now standing out rock hard begging for attention. Dan sucked and teased both of her breasts for what seemed to Lana forever. Her body was vibrating with unfulfilled needs. She began to roam over his body with her hands, tweaking his nipples lightly with her fingernails. Dan gasped loudly when she did that and ground his hips into hers. Lana wanted him more than she'd wanted anything in her life. She wanted to feel him inside her; she wanted to taste him all over. Dan pulled at her bottoms, sliding them down her legs, and then lifted her out of the water to sit on the pool edge. He spread her legs wide, kissing his way along her thighs. Lana leaned back on her hands to keep from falling over. She could feel his hot breath on her most sensitive place, a whisper of feeling. Her breath was ragged and needy as she waited for him to satisfy the craving she had of his mouth on her. Dan licked his way around her wet lips, so close, teasing her without giving her what she so desperately wanted. He licked and teased her until her hips were arching, searching for his tongue to go where she wanted it. Just when Lana thought she couldn't take it anymore, he licked her along her slit, causing her to moan out loud. It felt amazing to have him in between her legs, licking her. Dan pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked gently as his tongue flicked at it. He released it and continued licking at her, lapping at how wet she was. His tongue delved deep inside her. Lana's hips wouldn't stay still; she was grinding against his face as his tongue went in and out of her most sensitive spot. Lana could feel her orgasm nearing, she felt herself riding that wave of sensation, ready to peak. When it came, her whole body tensed, she threw her head back and moaned loudly as her body let loose a torrent of pleasure. Breathing heavily, Lana could only sit there limply as her body came down from such a high. Dan gave her one last long lick, and then reached into the water to remove his shorts. He pulled Lana down from the edge and swung her around until his back was against the side. He spread her legs wide over his hips and guided himself into her warm wet spot. Moaning as he inched in deeper, Lana clung to his shoulders as she was penetrated. It was the most wonderful feeling, that being taken in the cool water while her body was on fire. Dan braced his feet against the side of the pool, pushing into her until she rested against his hips. The conflicting sensations on her body were almost too much for Lana to bear. Slowly, she began to move against him. Lana slid up inch by inch until he was almost out of her then she would sink back onto his hard rod. Dan moaned loudly as she began to ride him, slowly, teasingly. Lana could feel her body reaching for that orgasmic peak again, she began to ride faster and faster. Reaching for the top of the pleasure mountain, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Both of them gasping for air as their bodies explored the sensations together. Clinching her thighs tightly against his hips, Lana leaned in to kiss him passionately as her orgasm raced to the edge. She could feel him getting closer and closer. When their orgasm came, she held on tight to him and delved deep in his mouth with her tongue, falling over that edge into bliss. She could feel him coming inside her as her body clinched in its final submission. Lana broke the kiss softly. Dan held her closely as their bodies came down from that high. Smiling softly, he whispered in her ear "Want to go upstairs to my room?" Lana didn't even think, she simply replied, "Yes." Flying Away She met him at a bar where she had gone dancing and took him home. Their clothes peeled away and she held his flesh in huge handfuls: taking it in; inhaling his energy, his sweat, the heat of the air surrounding him. He smelled heavy and solid and dense. He smelled like wood and motor oil and dirt--earthy, heavy, solid. Something to hold onto. Something to keep her from flying away like a balloon. He moved on top of her like a great weight, holding her to the earth so she wouldn't disappear, or vaporize, or melt. He was real. He was there. He was solid. Her inarticulate moans pleaded with him not to let go, not to let her fly away where she might never come back. She felt the lava seeping into her, and knew there was to be no border between them any more. For better or worse, it had been obliterated by molten rock which was already cooling and solidifying. "Oh God," she sighed, spitting the word out like an epithet. "There is only one reason for living, and this is it. Nothing else matters. If I can't have this, I don't have anything." He kissed her long and warm, and promised, "You can have it. You can have it forever. You can have me every day of every year for the rest of your life, if you want me. I'll give it to you every time, if you want..." "Only if you promise not to live with me. It just spoils it, you know. That's all I want..." But he talked her into moving in together, because it seemed so convenient, and practical; and they did it out of habit, and they did it when they didn't feel like it, and they did it when they hadn't bathed for two days and her hair wasn't combed and his pubic hair smelled like urine. And it wasn't sexy any more, so she had to keep her eye out. She found him easily enough, standing on a corner, looking little-boy helpless and streetwise cocky all at the same time. She couldn't resist his jawline. She was drawn to it. It drew her tongue out of her mouth. It drew her juices out onto her panties. It drew the molten lava up and out again, which had been lying dormant. So she followed him home and lay naked on his bed and kissed his chest and sucked on his brown nipples. She took him into her body until he couldn't go any further; until she could taste him in her mouth, until her nose was full with his musty scent, until she could see him behind her eyelids and feel him growing in her hair. And she made him promise he would never live with her. And he didn't. But he left too soon, lured away by other scents and blossoms of another hue. So she invited the cabbie to the back seat under the bridge at four am, before the color came into the sky. His breath was hot and she felt it on her neck, inside her elbows, between her thighs. Moist, steamy breath on a cold November day with black, black hair and a moustache, and fuzzy nubs shaven on the back of his neck. Then she was pregnant, and she knew she couldn't have it, and she cried and said goodbye, and the baby said, "That's okay. I didn't like it here, anyway." So then she had to be more careful, and she couldn't be careless, because she never wanted to go through that again. So she found a nice man with kids, who was fixed, and she said, "Teach me everything you know, and I'll tell you my secret." But his kids were too important, and he didn't have time for such things, and he didn't know it was the One Thing. So she searched the streets and the faces of strangers, till she met a tall, thin man with long stringy blonde hair, who followed the path of Truth and knew what she knew. He took her into his bed and into his heart, and he promised not to live with her. He went on journeys, finding the parts of her she had left in the other men, and bringing them back, and laying them at her feet. So she kissed him, and hugged him, and kissed him again. And she offered her body to him, as she had never offered it before, no longer afraid to fly away, or vaporize, or melt. And his liquid form took hers, while she looked on from the ceiling, and blessed him, and disappeared, into the place of pure sensation she had always longed to be, and she didn't have to come back any more. Flying Blind I should have seen it coming, although there's no way I could have. Granted, when my friend set me up on a blind date with a friend of his named Gillian, it raised an eyebrow. Still, anyone would see it as a coincidence. But it was just me standing outside the restaurant. So when I heard a female voice calling my name, it was easy to figure out that it was Gillian. Figuring out it was Community's Gillian Jacobs was quite another matter. But it appeared there she was. After four years of obsessive viewing, I was among the select few millions of viewers and bloggers that could instantly recognize her. My TV brain even connected that Gillian's pretty red dress was like the one Britta Perry wore to end Community's first Valentine's episode. Why the hell was she wearing that to meet me? Why the hell was she meeting me? What the hell was my friend trying to pull? Out of all those questions, the one I actually asked, "You're Gillian?" was just marginally better. "So this is where I yell 'Surprise!' then?" Gillian joked while I tried not to get beside myself. "How does Dan know you? Why didn't...." I stopped myself. When I actually started to think this through, I asked, "Did he enter me in some 'Win a date' contest for mega fans? I think I would have heard about that myself." "No, we haven't tried that yet. Now I'm kind of surprised we didn't," Gillian said. "He didn't even tell me you were a fan." "Well, I'm a big one, so...." I started and stopped again. Now the whole situation hit me – and now I saw I probably hadn't made the best impression. If Dan was doing this for me – this unreal, incredible thing – I couldn't waste his efforts, no matter how he used them. "I've got a ton of questions, obviously. Maybe you'd be more comfortable hearing them inside," I offered. "I was going to eat there anyway. I'll bet once I shut my stomach up, I can hear you better," Gillian figured. I gave my first smile and headed inside before I lost my nerve. As we waited for our table and ultimately got led to one, I was hesitant to get too close to her. I told myself I'd be the same if this was any other blind date, given that we'd have just met either way. But it wasn't like I hadn't seen this blind date before, or hadn't laughed at her work, read about her, written about her....done other things with her in my mind, etc. Still, I kept myself steady as we sat down and ordered our appetizers. Once we got that sorted out, I was ready to ask, "Okay, so how long has Dan kept you a secret from me?" "He told you he's a guard at Warner Brothers studio, right? You do know that much about your friend?" Gillian asked. "Yeah, but he just guards the front gates. Supposedly," I answered. "He didn't tell me he talks to the stars. Trust me, I made sure to ask. Besides, he's only been there a few months." "He said he got hired right before we got a fifth season. I'm guessing you know what day that was, for at least one reason," Gillian guessed. And with my photographic memory of the day Community actually got renewed again -- and my good memory on when Dan got his job -- the math worked out. "You've been filming for about a month. He got cozy with you guys that quick?" I asked next. "His lunch hours match up with ours. He said he was a big fan....but I guess he might have been playing you," Gillian answered. "He has a real bag of tricks, I guess," I realized. As a few more things dawned, I voiced, "I'm sure he didn't keep it a secret because I'd freak out. I'm not that kind of fan." "I've met every kind of fan there is. We all have. It's the only reason we're still on the air," Gillian said fairly accurately. "If he did this for you, he must have been really sure you'd like it." "You could say that about anyone. Anyone sane, anyway," I made my way to a compliment. "Maybe not married guys. Not the really good ones. But the ones who look and wouldn't touch...." "Well, I'm not here with any of them. Unless Dan buried even juicier secrets," Gillian said while glancing at my ring-less hands. "No, five or so is our limit," I assured her. With the ice broken and awkwardness brushed aside, I felt lighter as the appetizers arrived. But just as things were perfectly comfortable, I risked it anew. "So why are you blind dating to begin with?" I asked. "I don't think it'd be a problem to let dates see you first." "Not during a hiatus, anyway," Gillian started. "But with our Dan back, and all we've gotta do for Season Five, we're really hunkering down. That doesn't leave me time to find a date myself right now. So I casually mentioned blind dating to your Dan, and he pitched you as a candidate. That was two days ago." "Yeah, that's when he got around to pitching you too," I confirmed. "He just told me he knew an available, lovely blond named Gillian. And he said we had a lot in common. Seems he's been right about all of that so far." I didn't know if it was good or bad to be so bold, as true as it was. She seemed pleased and flattered, so I took that as promising. "Wait, you really didn't think it might be me? Even if he didn't tell you he met me, you know he works near us! What other Gillian did you think he meant?" she asked "Any one of them sounded more plausible. Back then, at least," I qualified. "Since he hid you so well from me, I can only imagine what he hid about me." "We can do more than that now, can't we?" Gillian inquired. Before I took that a different way, she added, "He said we had a lot of shared interests, you'd go out of your way for me, and you'd make a real impression on me. I can't really say he's wrong just yet." "Good, that buys me some time," I tried to chuckle. "Just to get it out of the way, I won't ask you to give it up on the first date. I can wait several months for real spoilers like everyone else." Gillian laughed instead of being offended at the setup, which I took as a big win. "You sure? There's some really hot scoop I can show you. I've been trying to save it for Mr. Right, but his loss can be your gain." I brushed aside how she ran with my joke, and telepathically told my groin to do the same. To get away from that thought, I closed out with, "Just tell me if Jeff and Annie get together this season, and I'm good," only halfway kidding and hoping against hope. "Not a Britta shipper, huh? I knew he was hiding a catch about you," Gillian commented. While she sounded comical, I had to add a serious clarification. "Yeah, another fan who loves Annie more than Britta. And by extension, Alison over you," I alluded to Internet darling Alison Brie. "Alison, Alison, Alison, right?" I added a Brady Bunch style zinger before actually getting serious. "Okay, so I worship Alison Brie....and if this wasn't a date, I'd have a lot I'd want you to pass onto your writers about Annie," I said, swallowing the urge to rant about that. "But I still know there wouldn't have been a show in the first place without Britta, even if she's never the best. And....I know there are other cool, funny, breathtaking ladies on that show to have long time crushes on. I know that all too well." "I see," Gillian seemed to bite back a smile, or at least my hopeful brain told me. "I'm sure Yvette will be happy to hear that. She likes hearing that from the right people," she said, namedropping Community's other leading lady – but hopefully in a more serious way at the end. "I'll be relieved if that's true," I played along. "We'll find out soon enough, I guess," Gillian capped off, as dinner arrived on cue like this really was TV. If this was TV, they would reduce the actual dinner and the rest of our talk to a montage. Then they might spend a bit more time on how I offered to drive Gillian home in her car, to make us for not driving to the restaurant together – and how I made sure I narrowly had enough for a cab ride back to my car. No matter how long it took to see it, the end result had me walking Gillian to her door, unsure of what to do after that. I bought time by saying, "Don't worry, I won't blog or exaggerate anything online. I'll be too busy having words with my Dan for that." "Leave some for me at work tomorrow, okay?" Gillian added. "Of course," I agreed, then the awkward uncertainty returned. But as much as I might not want this to end, I had to return to reality. "Well, I should wait outside for my cab before then. And get around to calling one while I'm at it." I took in the sight of Gillian once more for memory, as if my memory bank wasn't crowded already. Then I took a breath, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and said, "Thanks" before she had too much time to slap me. When it didn't come, I nodded, smiled and turned to head on my way. I took another deep exhale as I walked the first few steps away – but my legs and breath stopped when Gillian called, "There's no reason you need to wait outside. And I'm sure if we have one post-date drink, you can still drive your car later." I had no real argument for that, and no desire to find one. So I marched back to Gillian and went inside, settling down on her living room couch as she poured us both a drink. Once we toasted and took a few sips, I decided I had to lower my expectations, for my own sake. "I won't be too long," I said, brushing aside how if I was serious, I would have called the cab by now. "I know you probably have to get up early tomorrow. Like you claimed, you don't have much time to spare." "That's right, I don't. Not at the moment," Gillian stated. "I want to savor the free time I have. So I should use it on things that are worth it. Or look like they do." "So that's why you called me back," I said, more conscious of how close she was sitting. "That and I had to make us even," Gillian mentioned, before leaning over to kiss my cheek like I did with hers. "There, one problem solved," she added. I froze in place as I began to think the previously unthinkable. I studied Gillian for any more hints, and she just smiled. She wasn't showing any teeth, but her smile was still wide, suggestive and beautiful – like her best smiles on the show and in interviews. It also brought out the brightness in her blue eyes – and although Alison Brie had damn near legendary big 'Disney eyes', Gillian's regular sized eyes were just as heart stoppingly gorgeous, especially in this moment. I told myself not to stare much underneath her face, and although I didn't look down there now, my imagination was way ahead of me. Especially since I'd already seen her topless on screen in her pre-Community days, and now.... Unconsciously, I squeezed my legs together after I unconsciously made my pants tighter. I even looked down for a brief second to check on them – then looked up and saw Gillian had checked too. I kind of made it too obvious for her not to check. But she was still smiling that perfect smile. It didn't take much longer for her to press that smile against mine. I was already hard enough just from seeing her face, without looking down at her other goodies. Maybe that made the deciding impression on her. In any case, I was downright raging as I joined into the kiss, but I didn't want to get out of control yet. Gillian didn't either, as she kept the kiss soft and sweet, and I was able to match in kind. As I started to touch her, I felt too comfortable and blissful to make this more intense right now. I just wanted to savor kissing this beautiful actress and long time crush – the rest would come soon enough, as I realized now. As such, I merely put my arms around her as our lips and tongues stroked each other passionately, but leisurely. I parted my legs to make myself more comfortable with my erection – but it felt like Gillian had a better idea as her hand went down to my pants. Our lips broke once she got to my zipper, and we both looked down as she unzipped me and reached in to pull me out. My cock sprang out and instantly missed Gillian's hand on it, although the way she looked at it suggested it wouldn't be lonely for long. Yet she then said, "My turn," before lifting her hands up and not down. But at the least, they were going up to lower the straps of her red dress. She then got up and lowered the rest of it, shimmying out of it until she sat back down in nothing but red underwear. Her slim figure and delicious looking B-cup breasts made me instinctively put my hand on my cock, yet Gillian reached out to brush it aside. She started jacking me off in a slow, torturous fashion, which took me a while to handle with stable blood pressure. Once I got my head on straight, I looked away from Gillian's hand and took in the rest of her body. I'd masturbated to imaginary visions of her before – and to that one real topless scene of hers – but to have her jacking me off as her bare body was right there....it was masturbation on an even more epic scale. I felt myself pulsing and twitching in her hand as she sped up, smiling at me the whole way and making it even hotter. "You're so beautiful," I gasped out, knowingly cheesy but unable to finish any other compliments. But if I couldn't use words, I had to return the favor with actions. I quickly threw my shirt off before I forgot, making us a little even. However, putting my left hand on Gillian's upper leg and sliding it up did more to make us even. So did putting my right hand on her back and attaching my lips to her breast. I kissed and nibbled her bud as my fingers touched the underwear hiding her other bud. My other hand rubbed her back slowly, as Gillian arched it more and I fit more of her tit into my mouth. We were still sitting upright as she kept stroking me faster, but she soon backed away to rest her back on the right armrest of her couch, in a very inviting position. I followed her over and rested against her, putting my mouth back on her chest as her hand went back to my cock. My right hand now toyed with her boobs as my left got back to her center, yet her hand was far quicker with my genitals. Although I tried to make up for it by sucking her tits harder, the feel of them, her skin and hand, and the sight of her pleased face was bringing me far closer to the edge. "Fuck, don't make me go now," I urged, yet Gillian squeezed me tighter. "You might as well at this rate," she reasoned, as her right hand stroked me and her left went down to my balls. "Oh God," I gave into her argument. "Fine, fine, where do I go off? Your panties? Your stomach? Those tits? Ugh.....that gorgeous face?" I grunted out as she jiggled me. "Hmm....maybe something in between," Gillian cryptically answered. She took her hands off me, instead using them to get me up and make me back away. Once we were both at the middle of the couch again, Gillian soon scooted back – and I realized why as soon as her head came down. Now that she had room to go down and take my cock in her mouth, she took advantage with vigor. The bottom of her tongue slid against my tip and her lips slid up to the bottom of my head. Her teeth then very lightly went below it as she licked and suckled my head deeply and wetly, while her eyes practically dared me to cum. I groaned incoherently as I got closer to fulfilling her demand. Once Gillian took her hand off and bobbled down deeper, lathering me up all the way, I was just about set. Without thinking, I put my hand in her blonde hair and thrust up as I began to release myself. My head was thrown back, but I looked down to see Gillian swallowing me down – yet she couldn't keep all my cum in her mouth. Some went out and back on my groin, but when Gillian popped off and finished swallowing what she got, she went back down to lick up the rest. After giving my deflated cock a final kiss, Gillian sat up as if she didn't....do what she did. "I think we've used all the couch moves we had. And I need to go up and brush my teeth anyway." She got on her feet and finished, "I'll show you up when you're ready." I needed a few moments to clear my head, but slid my pants all the way off when I was done. Totally naked, I got up and followed Gillian and her still panty-clad form upstairs, where she went right over to the bathroom. She got to work brushing her teeth and washing myself off her mouth, while bent over against the sink. I stood next to her and admired the sight, while regretting I didn't do enough for her downstairs. Yet I figured she was trusting me to fix that once she finished brushing. However, as I looked at her panties and the firm, perky backside it covered up, I concluded I needed a head start. As Gillian finished brushing, I put my hand on her ass and trailed my fingers down to her center. I heard her give a muffled moan into her brush, then decided to up the ante. This entailed getting on my knees behind her, placing my hands on her ass and licking the center of her already wet underwear. I heard Gillian turn off the sink and moan clearer, so I went further by taking my right hand off her behind and brushing a few fingers against her while I licked. To make sure I was doing it right, I pulled her panties down and left them halfway down her legs, finally getting a look at what I was licking and stroking. With a clear view, I put two of my finger tips on Gillian's pussy as I stuck my tongue out to meet it. My fingers and tongue brushed it rapidly and got it more wet, while my left hand squeezed her ass and hip harder. Ultimately, I inserted my right forefinger inside her and licked right next to it, rapidly at first before going slower as my finger wiggled around. "Oh fuck, this isn't fair. You got to see me," Gillian hinted. Putting the pieces together, I resigned myself and took my finger out, then gave the now free area a deep kiss. After one more lick, I got on my feet and gave Gillian room to move away. After getting her panties completely off, Gillian took my hand and led me over to her bedroom. As I got distracted from still tasting her on my tongue, she got onto the bed and sat on the side of her legs – completely naked, with her hair covering her right eye and her most seductive smile yet on her face. With my complete attention secured, she laid down on her back and parted her legs, her meaning and desire clear. I laid on my stomach in front of her in no time, putting my mouth and fingers into position. As I put my right finger on the side of her opening, I looked up at her, stuck my tongue out and licked her up very slowly. Once my tongue got to the top, I licked her from left to right, then rubbed my saliva into her with my finger. "Oh come on, that better not be all," Gillian hoped. I took it to mean she wanted more, not that she was unimpressed so far. In either case, I went forward and put my forefinger back into her, licking the bottom of her pussy as I played inside. As I licked and kissed her gently, my finger thrusted and wiggled faster in contrast. Gillian arched herself up to thrust back, while my left hand kept busy by stroking her upper left thigh. Deciding to change it up, I took my finger out and slowly brushed it on top of her opening, while my tongue went in and began to burrow inside. Instead of thrusting as fast as my finger did, my tongue wiggled around gently, but deeply. Eventually, my lips got into the mix as they kissed and suckled her, yet the mood was settling down to a relaxing, sensual state. My left hand went up to massage Gillian's breasts while my right finger and thumb rubbed what they could below, as my lips worked on the rest. "Mmmm.....you like it, huh? Well, I liked what you gave me," Gillian complemented. "Want me to return the favor?" "If that means what I think, go for it," I said. To that end, Gillian put her hand on the back of my head and started thrusting on my mouth. I caught up and pushed my mouth and face up against her, dipping my tongue back in as we went. "Uh huh....you want me to fuck your mouth? Or are you good fucking my pussy?" Gillian asked.