I was happy and sad as I flew out over the Pacific on the way to New Zealand. Happy, obviously because of the wonderful time with Natasha. Sad because I never got to see Karen as well as the lingering foreboding about Natasha that turned out to be true.
New Zealand is known for a few things: fishing, kiwis, Sauvignon Blanc, and aggressive women. According to the Durex Sexual Wellbeing Global Survey, New Zealand Girls have an average of 20.4 sexual partners – three times the global average of 7.3.
Now, on the trip I kept thinking about that: aggressive women. I mean, what the hell does that really mean? After Shelly and Libby in Perth, how much more aggressive can women get? I once worked for a captain in the Air Force who took a trip to New Zealand. His first night, two women picked him up at the hotel bar and took him home, a mother and daughter and proceeded to give him a mother daughter workout for the entire two weeks he was there. He told us he was sitting at the bar when they came up and asked, “Do you want to fuck?” Of course he was stunned but quickly regained his composure. “Both of you?” he asked in disbelief. They traded a look, “If you can.” That was that and two weeks later he was walking bent kneed onto his return flight from the soreness. The thought of that was sobering. I spent a good part of the first hours thinking about what was I getting myself into?
I started to see the mountains that make up much of the geography of New Zealand’s South Island. The flight path took me over the northern end of South island and to the Southern end of North Island, which is where Wellington is. The airport at Wellington is on a little spit of land. But it is a big runway for heavy airplanes. I came in from the south. As I lined up a big jet ran up their engines and rolled down runway 34. The controller cleared me to land.
Normally I’d be worried following a ‘heavy’ since those big jets create turbulence that can toss little planes around. But the turbulence spreads out and down. So when a plane is on the ground, the roiling air can’t stay roiling and quickly dissipates. I’d be stopped well before that plane lifted off. I hit the numbers and cut power. I rolled out at the second taxiway and taxied to the transient area. A fuel truck met me, so I fueled up, added oil and shut the plane up.
I hopped a shuttle downtown and checked in to the hotel. I cleaned up and took a nap after that flight. I went out looking for a pub. The doorman made a recommendation for a pub with nice girls. I laughed and said I wasn’t looking for nice girls. He laughed and said I’d like the girls.
The pub was rocking when I got there for dinner. I got fish and chips and a beer, found a table and sat down to watch the after work crowd. The fish was good as was the beer. There was a darts game going on noisily. I know nothing of darts but wandered over. One guy asked if I wanted to shoot. My voice gave me away as American. So they shoved me to the line. I managed to hit the board, but nothing like good scores. A girl grabbed the darts and proceeded to wax my butt in 301. I lucked out and got three in the twenties, one a triple so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I acknowledged her and offered a beer to the winner which she accepted.
I bought us both a beer. She introduced herself as Hailey and worked as a financial analyst in one of the nearby offices. Hailey was dressed in a professional outfit, but still looked wow even in the conservative outfit. She was engrossed by my story of going round the world. When I told her about the Somali pirates she was on the edge of her seat. It seems her company was involved with shipping, so she lapped up a first hand account. I swore her to secrecy and told her about my trip the prior year. She said the story was circulating pretty openly in the shipping community but the details of who was never clear. I could tell I was something of a hero in her eyes. I didn’t mind since she was a beautiful woman.
We talked for a couple hours when she invited me home. Of course, I accepted with alacrity.
Home, that was an understatement. It was more an estate. She confessed that her father owned the shipping company she worked at. She was working her way up the ladder after having graduated from the University. She let us in the door to a marble floored entryway. A marble stairway led up to the second floor.
Hailey grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. Clothes started being dropped. Soon we were both close to buck naked. I was stunned by how beautiful she was naked. She was sexy with clothes, without she was a stunning natural beauty. She was down to panties and bra when she held my eye and dropped her bra on the clothes, turned to walk up the stairs, I dropped my shorts. She pushed her panties off one cheeks and turned back to me. “Do you want to help?”
I jumped up the stairs and pulled the panties off her butt and down her legs. I bit her bare butt as she giggled. She kicked them off and collected her clothes, making me do the same. Then she ran up the stairs laughing. I followed, running up the stairs. She tore down a hall with me hot on her trail. She ducked into a dark room. I followed but had to stop because of the dark. I heard her laugh and tried to follow, bumping into a chair. I dumped my clothes into the chair. She giggled again which led me to her voice. My hand hit flesh and I grabbed her only to realize there was a sofa in between us.
I heard a noise and my eyes were also adjusting to the faint light in the room. I ‘saw’ the dark mass of her moving and saw nothing in between. I rushed her and caught her which surprised her. She gasped as I enveloped her in my arms. She melted against my chest and I felt her full breasts pressed against me. The nipples hardened as they rubbed against me. I looked down to see her face in the filtered light looking up. I pressed my lips against hers. We kissed an electric kiss that turned on the sexual impulses full power. My cock sprang up against her. She pressed against it as we kissed. Hailey moved back taking me with her until we fell onto her bed. It was a big four poster with frilly stuff all over it. That quickly got kicked off to the floor as we wrestled around, kissing and sucking each other. She was an active little minx.
Finally, I wound up between her thighs, erect and ready. My cock brushed against her pussy. “No.” she said pushing against my chest. Now I have been through this before with a girlfriend. I was sure that Hailey was play acting, Even then I hesitated because when a woman says no, it should mean no and a guy should respect that, even with a hard on pressed against her pussy. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
I knew she was playing then. I could feel the heat of her pussy as the head of my cock worked its way between her labia which had opened to welcome the intruder. “Nothing,” I growled and started to push.
Hailey pushed hard against my chest as my cock sank into the cauldron of her pussy. As I bottomed out she moaned and quit pushing against me with her hands. Instead, she was pushing with her hips. Maybe she could pretend she was still fighting, but the truth was she was fucking back at me as I slammed into her. A physical fuck was exactly what she wanted and she urged me on, “Yes, hard… God… Like that… Fuck me!” I did.
Hailey was a substantial woman. Not fat, not ‘voluptuous,’ just a real woman. So our athletic sex was bouncing us around that bed.
Voluptuous, isn’t that a nice code word for fat? It reminds me of the ‘few pounds extra.’ I get these photos of single women from Yahoo. It strikes me that the body type listed doesn’t fit the body in the photo for so many of these women, especially the few pounds overweight. I look at the photo and I say there are two people there, but she has checked a few pounds extra. I especially love the photos carefully trimmed to not show the body and marked a few pounds extra. A few pounds extra for what? A heifer? Maybe men do the same thing but I never check out the men. Honesty folks, a little honesty would be appreciated.
Back to the wrestling match in New Zealand. We were both sweating and I was beginning to feel like I was in a Vivid porno, going at it like this. If it wasn’t so dark I would have looked for the camera. I made an effort to concentrate on bringing her off and it paid dividends. She quickly crested her peak crying out. That was enough for me as my balls exploded sending my cum flying into her. We both collapsed gasping onto the bed.
When we had recovered enough, she said, “That was wonderful.”
She pulled the covers over us and I quickly fell asleep cuddled next to Hailey.
The morning light came in the windows and I woke up. I slid out of bed for I had a long flight ahead of me. This section across the Pacific would be the longest hops and the most dangerous since if I had any trouble I would be in the middle of nowhere. That’s why I had the plane serviced in Melbourne.
I kissed Hailey but she didn’t wake up. I dressed and slipped out the door and was heading down the stairs to find my way out when a middle aged woman appeared. “May I help you?” she asked pointedly. I hopped the few stairs remaining ready to bolt out the door though that seemed rude. She came down the stairs, “I take it you were a guest of my daughter?”
“Mike,” I answered and held out my hand. I didn’t know what else to do. She took it and smiled. “Not staying for breakfast. I’m sure her father would love to meet her young man.” It was obvious I wasn’t getting the mother daughter routine of my Air Force friend.
Shit! This was getting ugly fast. “I’m sorry but I have to get to the airport and fast.” I turned and practically ran out. As I went out the door, I stopped and said “Nice to meet you.” I went down the stairs. I rushed down the street until I came to a more populated road and waved down a taxi. “Airport,” I said. I managed to breathe a sigh of relief then. I could only wonder what happened after I left.
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