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Alaska, ch1 & 2

Written by MaDD

	Sitting in 15F Brad sat staring out the small plastic window viewing what appeared
to be an vast isle of crystal clear pearly ice.  Snapping out of his trance, Brad released that
the caption had come on and was announcing that the flight would last eight long hours. 
Pondering this extensive voyage he was brought out of his daydreaming trance by the
flight attendant asked for his choice of beverage.
	"A shot of vodka please," he said in a crisp voice which was nearly drowned out
by the deafening sound of the airplanes whining engines.
	Leaning back in the uncomfortably hard seat, Brad thought about the reason he
was having this trip.  The recent divorce with his life had lead him to finical ruin and
caused him to start a new as a construction worker in a recently proposed oil complex. 
The job didn’t pay as well as he was used to but he took it eagerly hoping that the hard
work would strengthen his muscles as while as his soul.
	Turning to his left he observed a petite young lady who had previously introduced
herself as Megan.  Looking Megan over, Brad decided to start up a conversation with this
beautiful women.
	"This is really annoying," Brad said, making reference to the numerous turbulent
winds that rocked the plane to and fro.
	As the conversation entered slow points, Brad took the time to check out the
wonderfully proportioned female before his eyes.  The blonde haired damsel had green
eyes and a healthy tan that was visible on all of her exposed skin.  Her tight tank top 
accented her average sized breast, while her even tighter jeans held her firm thighs in
place.
	After the two were thoroughly wasted from all the in-flight alcohol that was being
served onboard the transcontinental flight, Brad asked to get up to go to the bathroom. 
After asking this Megan replied to the answer with a large grin on her face and an
elevating of her eye brows.
	Walking down the isle Brad released the full amount of alcohol that he consumed
and the difficulty he had walking through the crowded airplane isles.  Reaching the
bathroom he opened the door and preceded to unzip his pants and pull out his half masted
penis.  Out of no where a second hand appeared on his semi rigid penis and began to
stroke up and down with a firm grip.  Surprised Brad turned his head to see that Megan
had entered the small bathroom, closed the door and grabbed his rigid man meat.
	"Huh, what are you doing Megan?" Brad asked in a drunken inquisitive voice
directed at the blonde bombshell standing behind him with her hand wrapped around his
body and firmly massaging his penis.
	Placing her finger to her deep maroon shaded lips and letting out a drunken giggle
she turned Brad’s body around and promptly took his now fully enlarged member into her
steamy mouth.  Using her tongue she engulfed and stroked the underside of his blood
warmed member while her left hand gently molded his nut sack causing immense pleasure
to cascade like waterfalls through Brad’s body.
	Pulling up with her free hand, Megan managed to free her T-shirt from her body,
with expert precision she unclasped her bra and placed Brad’s hands onto her firm breasts. 
Her dark colored nipples stood proudly erect in the frigid air of the plane, and every time
his hands would rub across or pinch her pencil eraser sized nipples she would shake in
pure excasty.
	Sensing Brad’s eminent erectil eruption, Megan dislodged her moist mouth from
his rigid member and stood up leaning over the miniature airplane washbasin.  Unbuckling
her belt and yanking down her tight jeans, Brad fondled her warm firm butox.  Pulling her
black and white bikini panties down to her ankles Brad inserted a finger into her tight
snatch.  Moaning loudly Megan grabbed Brad’s dick and pulled it into her.  Feeling the
constriction of her walls Brad too started moaning.  Increasing his pumping pace the
sloppy sounds of fucking echoed across the humble restroom.
	A warm pressure slowly started to increase inside Brad’s penis, heightening his
pace he suddenly thrust deeply into Megan and became ridged as he burst forth deep
inside her.  Feeling her own orgasim, Megan screamed as her contractil muscles gripped
Brad’s penis causing his own feelings to accentuate to new orgasmic heights.  Both were
intermingled while each experanced a sensation that can only be expiranced by a person on
LSD, colours exploded across their eyelids, each part of their body felt like it could take
no more pleasure and each was lost completly in this orgasmic world.

	Sitting back in the stiff leather airplane chair Brad lazy closed his eyes and drifted
off to sleep knowing this airplane flight would turn out better than expected.  Awakend by
the flight attendent Brad rose to collect his baggage and depart the plane, when a small
piece of paper fell to the floor.

	Brad,

	I had a really fun time tonight and really want to get together again
	really soon.  I’m staying at the Lucky 8 motel room 515, call me
	for a little more of what we did today.
						Love,
						Megan

	Folding the paper neatly into his pocket, Brad collected his carry on and continued
off the plane.  Picking up his baggage at the collection area he walked out the door and
into the cool Alaskan breeze.





	Arriving in Alaska after a long flight left Brad extremely tired, after getting a taxi he went to a nearby hotel and fell promptly onto the bed and into a deep slumber.  Upon waking he freshened himself up with a cool shower and after drying off preceded to go downstairs and mingle in the bar.
	The bar overlooked a Olympic sized pool filled with chlorine tinted water and young children gleefully swimming.  Observing the crowd, Brad’s eyes locked onto a set of fully tan muscular legs, continuing up he saw it was a young fifteen to seventeen year old warring a purple string bikini.  Her top of the minute bathing suit was unstrung and laying under what appeared to be prominent breasts for a girl her age and size.
	Walking over and sitting down beside her she turned her head and caught a glimpse of his crystal blue eyes.  Placing her hands firmly to her side and tilting her body she said her name was Michelle and asked him his own.
	"Oh why hello my name is Brad," he said after being returning his gaze form the deeply tanned pronged nipple poking out from under her body, to her green majestic eyes.
	After awhile of conversation, Brad had found out that she was indeed fifteen and her parents had gotten into an argument and her mom had taken her and her sister to this nearby hotel until things settled down.  More dialogue lead to her asking if he would be willing to get her a mixed drink from the bar.
	Returning with a heavily laden alcoholic beverage he asked if she wanted to head up to his room to possibly continue his conversation with the beautiful fifteen year old.  Agreeing they quickly packed up and went inside the elevator.
	On the elevator, Brad found out that Michelle had just recently broken up with her twenty year old boyfriend, and that she was looking for an older man to satisfy her needs.  at the occurrence of saying this Brad noticed that her nipples were sullen and thrusting obscenely throw the thin material.  Exiting the elevator they headed down the hallway and turned to enter his room.  Fiddling with the key, Brad felt Michelle’s manicured fingernails slide down his arm leaving a prickly tingly feeling throughout his body.  Reaching his hand she helped him turn the key, as the both feel into the room, Brad felt her nipples dig deeply into his back.
	After talking for awhile on his queen sized bed, Michelle asked if she could use his shower to clean herself up.  When he agreed she stepped up gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom.  Watching her firm ass jiggle as she walked he wondered what kind of mother would let her daughter ware a bikini that showed off so much of her firm ass.  Reaching the door she turned around abruptly and placed her hands behind her back to untie the tiny bikini top, asking if he had a towel she could use she let the top fall from her body revealing her ample chest with small dark aeriola and even smaller nipples pointing towards him.
	"Umm, yeah I think there are some towels," he said as his pants felt extremely tight.
	"What’s wrong Brad?  It looks like these are getting you a little excited," Megan said as she took her breasts into each hand and slowly molded the meaty flesh between her delicate hands.  Taking a step forward as she moaned "Mmmm this feels sooo gooood."  walking closer she held her tits in front of his waiting mouth and as he reached out with his pointy tongue she pulled back and said "Now now, what would my mother think with fifteen year old me letting a dirty old thirty year old touch my precious body." with that she turned around and with a little tug pulled her bikini bottoms down to her feet where she kicked them across the room, and then proceeded to walk into the bathroom.
	Getting up from the bed, Brad picked up the miniature bikini bottom and walked towards the bathroom to peek through the small crack in the door.  Michelle was just getting into the shower, and Brad watched as she lifted her long lean leg over the tub wall and into the shower.  Walking into the bathroom, the shower masked him as he shed is clothes and stepped inside the shower.  Moving closer he embraced her body, his penis wedged between her perfect ass cheeks and his hands wrapped around her waist and pinched her nipples.
	"Ohhh, I was wondering if you had the balls to come in her and give me a good fuck," the fifteen year old said as she rubbed her ass suggestively on his rigid cock.
	Pushing Megan against the wall so close that her cheek was touching the cold and wet tiles, Brad rubbed his fully engorged member against her slit.  Pushing in a tad he felt his cock penetrate the ring of her pussy and then ever so slowly he pulled out.  Repeating this a few more times Megan began to plead childishly for him to fuck her good and hard or to get out.  At that saying, he pushed forcefully until he was completely inside and his penis was constricted with a extremely warm and moist sensation.  Pulling out again and pushing forcefully in, Megan moaned and writhed under, Brad’s masculine body.  Reaching around he fingered her clit as he rammed forcefully into her teenage body.  Feeling an oncoming orgasm, Megan cried "Harder, Faster," and Brad was obliged to obey.
	Waves of pleasure cascaded through Megan’s small tan body, her pussy contracted in rapid spasms which caused Brad to realize that he to was about to have an orgasm.  Pressure grew inside his pounding member, nearing the eruption, Brad fought to hold back the blast for a few seconds.  Feeling his muscles contract and shoot burning sperm through his penis and deep inside his young lover, Brad fell lifelessly to the bottom of the tub.  
	Waking a minute later he saw the large mess they had created, water was all over the bathroom, the shower curtain was ripped, possible due to his fall out of the tub, and he was laying half inside the tub half out.  
	Glancing at the clock, Megan screamed "Oh shit its 3:00 I told my mom I would be back by 2."  Jumping out of the shower she toweled off quickly, frantically put on her suit and ran out the door.
	Typical teenage girl, Brad thought, fucks ya then leaves ya.  Grabbing a bath towel he slowly cleaned everything up and got dressed to go look for a car.  Walking out of the lobby and hailing a taxi he got inside the scrubby old cab.
	"Where to buddy?" the unshaven cab driver said.
	"Earls auto, you know where that is?"
	"Yeah sure I’ll get ya there."
	Sitting back in the once cushiony seat, Brad waited for the ride to end.  Arriving at his destination, he paid the cab driver and walked up to the used car lot.  Taking a look around a salesman approached him.
	"Ahh yes the 87 Toyota Carrola, now that’s a fine car," the older man with slicked back black hair.
	After an hour and half of negations and purchasing agreements, Brad bought his 1987 Toyota Carrola from Big Earl and was happily crusing down the Alaskan streets looking for an apartment.



  

















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