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Subject: {ASSM} Flying the Friendly Skies
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Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 16:10:02 -0500
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Flying the Friendly Skies  (MMMMf)
 
    The lounge for the private planes at Stewart  International Airport 
isn't very big.  Actually the private jet that I was  going to fly cross 
country in wasn't very big.  Corporate plane for a  company that sold heavy 
equipment.  One of the local dealers for  Caterpillar Inc. on the East Coast. The 
trip would be  about six hours flight time  Newburgh, NY to Tucson, AZ and a 
one hour  layover in Wichita, Ks for refueling.
    From what I understood,  would be four customers, the senior accountant 
executive, me and the flight crew  of a pilot and co-pilot.  Looking at the 
jet on the tarmac, not an overly  large jet, two engines.  From past 
flights, and this looks like the same  plane, had eight seats facing each other, 
four on each side with a pull  down table between each set;  but quite 
spacious, then the rest room and  refreshment area behind them, blocked by a 
panel, then another panel blocking  the back compartment that had two seats 
facing each other on one side and a sofa  that could be converted to a sleeping 
area. 
    I do enjoy these business  trips, and this one I wouldn't have to run a 
viewpoint presentation; but just  enjoy the five days and a good paycheck. 
The trip itself is to the  Caterpillar Proving Ground, Green Valley, AZ, 
about 20 miles south of  Tucson.  A bus from the hotel in Tuscan to the 
Facility and back each day  to view the equipment and some in class presentations.  
Not sure if I will  be required to attend them, as I have been there 
before.  Hopefully I can  spend time at the pool and visit some of the local 
sites.  Gary the Cat  Senior Accountant Manager, my boss on the trip is usually 
easy to work with and  wrap around my finger.  Day One travel, Day Two and 
Day Three the Cat  Facility, Day Four side trips and rest, Day Five flight  
back. 
    For being April still  a chill in the air; but knowing that it will be 
quite warm on landing, dressing  for the end of the flight, not the 
beginning.  A white linen jacket over a  peach camisole, matching white linen skirt, 
hiding a matching peach thong and  whiskey open toe medium heel sandals.  
No hose, already having a light tan  on my long legs, and the rest of my  
body.
    Gary  not having arrived yet; but with the timing, thinking that the 
three men in a  corner of the lounge being three of the clients.  They came as 
a group so  most likely they are the three from the large plant just south 
of  Poughkeepsie.  Referring to my notes, that would be the Assistant Plant  
Manger, The Equipment Supervisor and the Office Manger and Safety Officer.  
 Leaving the Purchasing Agent missing at the moment.  Waving to one of the  
pilots as they head out the door to the tarmac.  Sipping my Dunkin Donut  
Coffee as I try to put names with the men.  Then adding the fourth man as  he 
walks into the lounge with Gary.  Well the ages seem to be from mid  
thirties to sixties or hard forties.  The Purchasing Agent, Tom - tall man  6'3 or 
4" a little heavy, mid forties.  Assistant Plant Manager, Terry -  tall 
6'2" a little over weight, thirties, Equipment Supervisor, Ron - just under  
5'10 maybe, a little heavy, mid-forties.  And then finally Office Manager,  
Jack - close to 6', extremely slender, white hair, so late fifties, maybe 
early  60's.  Gary, my boss mid thirties, 6"0" nice build, solid.  Nice  
selection of men on this flight, and they all seem cheerful, hearing their  
laughter and kidding as the group walks over to wear I am  standing.
    The introductions boding  good for me as I got the job titles with the 
right men.  Excusing myself to  use the lounge facility as the Co-pilot 
comes in from the plane and says we are  ready to board.  Not wanting to use the 
plane facilities if possible, as I  have been in some, where you can't 
really sit down without your knees pressing  into the door.  And peeing in 
turbulence isn't high on my list of things to  do.
    Looking in the mirror and  seeing that I look pretty good, classy; but 
not glamorous.  Let's add one  43 year old woman, 5'10" and of medium weight 
to the list of passengers.   My shoulder length hair, a light brown with 
touches of blonde and red mixed  in.  My jacket almost flat to my chest; but 
the skirt flaring nicely and  then hanging down to almost mid thigh.  
Stepping back to see the long legs,  and the heels putting just right lift to shape 
my calves nicely.   (34B-27-37) Not your classic measurements.  A little 
green  eye liner  my one vanity for makeup to highlight my hazel eyes, with 
just a clear lip gloss  to give some shine to my wide mouth.  To use a deep 
color would just make  it look like clown lips.  At least that is my thought.  
The glasses  needed as I have poor vision without them and contacts 
irritate my eyes. A  touch of Red my perfume of preference on my pulse points, 
neck, wrists  and pulse at top of my thighs.  Small Celtic crosses on my  
earrings. A simple signet ring of white with the initials AP my only  jewelry.  
And a green wrist band for Depression Awareness on my left  wrist.
    Hearing my heels clicking  as I walk out of the door to the lounge and 
feel the chill in the early morning  air.  Shivering as I feel the breeze 
blowing under my skirt, my low heels  clicking loudly on the tarmac, as I 
reach the portable stairs to the  plane.  The co-pilot handing me into the jet, 
stepping over the small  bump in the doorway.  Hearing the door pulled shut 
and air locked as poke  my head into the cockpit and wish the pilots a good 
morning.  Half of my  coffee still in my cup as I look down the aisle.  The 
baggage being loaded  as the stair ramp is pulled away.
    The men grouped at the second set of four seats facing each  other.  
Gary  sitting facing them from the seats in front of  them.  Placing my 
carryon bag in the overhead rack.  My seat  facing the seats of the four clients 
as I sit across from Gary.  Smiling  sweetly to their back and forth 
repartees as we wait on the revving engines  and then the short taxi. 
    The co-pilot going through the routine of instruction on  the rules of 
the air and the safety features and their uses.  A short  commentary then a 
smile as he let's us know their is not steward and we are on  our own for 
refreshments. 
    "Fasten your seatbelts please," hearing the ding of the  Seatbelt sign 
and pulling the lap belt closed on my waist.  Seeing the men,  only one 
looking apprehensive as we prepare for take off.  The the plane  moving to the 
runway, the sudden power of the engine revving and then the  rolling start 
and lift off.  Gaining altitude quickly as the trees and low  mountains come 
up quickly.  Then banking to turn to the west and leveling  off altitude for 
the flight.
    "Ding", the seatbelt sign turning off and the pilot coming  back on the 
PA system.  "We will have a flight time of 5 hours and 45  minutes, with a 
50 minute layover in Wichita to refuel.  Radars are showing  we should have 
a nice smooth flight and at present weather for Tucson should be  sunny and 
87.  Have a good flight.  Oh, could someone put on a pot of  coffee.  
Thanks."
    Undoing my seat belt and standing up, I will make the  coffee and come 
back for a refreshment order later."  Walking past the men  to the middle 
partition, "love our flight attendant."  This from Ron round  red face and 
thinning hair. 
    Don't get too comfortable with me waiting on you.   Already making my 
sexual discrimination suit up on you guys."  Smiling at  them as I pass.  
Pulling the curtains close and finding the necessary  ingredients to make a pot 
of coffee.  Starting it and checking out the  cupboards to see what we have 
on board for the flight.  A nice  collection of assorted liquors, some 
mixers, beer and wine.  Soda and juice  and bottled water.  Then looking into 
the next cabin and seeing the sofa  and additional set of chairs.  By the time 
I finished my inventory, the pot  of coffee finished.  Working up a tray 
with two mugs of coffee, cremers,  sugar and stirrers and napkins.  Walking 
back into the cabin area and  knowing that my skirt is hugging my hips and 
moving around my legs as I meant it  to.  A little wiggle in my walk, not too 
much to make sure I have the men's  attention.
    "Hey, where is ours."  Ron again, thinking he is the  most outspoken of 
the bunch, like to talk to the ladies.  "Hold on big boy,  I will be back 
shortly."  Knowing that they are looking at the sway of my  hips and skirt as 
I tap on the door to the cockpit.  Smiling at the pilot  and co-pilot as 
they fix their coffee.   "Thanks, you are a  lifesaver."
    "You need anything else, just let me know on the  speaker.  We will 
take good care of your fellows."  One hand on the  pilots shoulder as I lean 
over and look out through the cockpit windows.   Knowing that as I lean over 
my skirt is lifting in the back and showing more of  my lovely legs.  Then 
closing the door as I walk back to the cabin area and  look down at the 
gentlemen.
    "Okay, guys you are on.  What will you have?"   Hoping my memory will 
serve me, since I have done waitressing in over twenty  years.  Ron's 
cheerful face in a wide grin, "not going to offer coffee, tea  or me."  Grinning 
back at him, well coffee and tea are on the menu, not  sure about the me part. 
 Also we have alcohol, even though early in  the morning, and we have soda 
and water and juices.  Ending up with and  order of five coffees and a 
bottle of sambuci.
    Walking back to pour the mugs and make another pot of  coffee.  
Thinking I should have done that to begin with for these quarry  workers.  "Tables 
up gentlemen, as I set the coffee and fixing down and a  few small bottles 
of sambuci and shot glasses.  "You guys needs anything  else?"
    Walking back to pour myself a mug of the fresh pot of  coffee and 
bringing out a bag of mixed sweet rolls and paper plates and  napkins.   "Help 
yourself."  Sitting down across from Gary and  watching the men, Ron and Terry 
pouring a shot of sambuci in their coffee,  drinking it black.  Taking the 
bottle of Christian Brothers Brandy and  pouring it into my coffee and 
stirring it.   Sitting catty corner from  the table with Ron and Terry and 
talking with Gary as I sip the morning  coffee.  Not as good as Dunkin Donuts for 
coffee; but the brandy gives it a  nice warm feeling.  As the guys sitting 
eating and having the morning  coffee, I go back and empty the second pot and 
put on a third pot.   Bringing back more sambuci and another brandy for me. 
 OJ for Tom and  Gary.
    The guys relaxing, even Tom, who was looking a bit panicky  as we took 
off.  Looking at Gary as I sit back, slowly crossing my legs,  the white 
linen skirt riding up a little, and showing off my legs nicely as I  sit tucked 
into the corner, legs out to the aisle.  "Well, how do you want  to do 
this?  Subtle or up front.  Either works for me."  Gary  considering the 
question, well I think in this case, maybe up front. Will make  it easier and no 
misconception as to what it is about."
    Sipping my coffee a little flush from the brandy in my  cheeks, as I 
sit back to frame my little speech properly.  Looking over and  seeing Ron, 
looking at me, not at my face; but at my legs.  Re-crossing  them slowly, 
deliberately to give him a little show.  Might as well use my  best asset.  
Seeing him finally look up and see that I am watching  him.  His face getting a 
little redder. 
    "Would anyone like a drink?"  Standing up, my skirt  siding down to 
mid-thigh almost.  Checking with the flight crew and getting  them fresh mugs 
of coffee and a couple of bottles of water.  Then returning  with the 
beverages.  My friend Ron, having a Tangerauy  martini, dry and with an olive 
straight up.  Tom, having a vodka and  orange juice.  Terry having scotch on the 
rocks.  Jack a frosted mug  of beer.  Gary a gin and tonic.  And bringing 
back a single malt  scotch over ice for myself. Leaving bags of peanuts and 
pretzels and chips  on the table for snacks.
    Looking to Gary and sipping my scotch as stand  with  my arms over the 
back of two of the seats in the aisle.  "First I would  like to say, that I 
am not your cabin steward.  I served the coffee, the  drinks and snacks; 
because I wanted to, not because it is my job.  Gary  here is my boss by reason 
that I have contracted my services to him for various  functions.  I do 
presentations and work as and administrative assistant on  some of his trips." 
Leaning on the back of Ron's seat as speak, my forearm  brushing his hair.  
"This trip Gary thought that being good  friends, that he might offer you 
some additional amenities.   Some  time we drive or a bus or train with the 
clients and sometimes fly.  Well  being we have a nice lengthy flight, and 
privacy from the outside world, he  wanted to offer to each of you something 
that can only be done while  flying.  We are well above the altitude of 5000', 
actually above the  altitude of 5280', so Gary wanted to offer you the 
chance to become members of  the "mile high club".
    Waiting as that thought sinks into the minds of the men  around me.  
"There are no strippers going to pop out of the back  compartment, there are 
no other women on this flight, accept for me.  If  you want to take advantage 
of this opportunity, I am the person that will  make you a bona fide 
member. I am not beautiful and young as  some of you may think.  But trust me 
boys, I have all the credentials to  make you a full fledged member of the club."
    Some background information on me,  You know my name  is Patrice, I am 
42 years of age.  My statistics if you want to write them  down are 
34B-27-37, that means small bust and wide hips.  I am 5'10" and  weight 140 pounds.  
None of you should feel threatened by my height, and I  don't need to wear 
heels at all.  I have hazel eyes and my original hair  color is a very dark 
brown.  It is how I got the nickname Raven, that and  my brother's love of 
EA Poe.  I do live locally in Dutchess County; but I  will not feel bad if 
you see me in public and don't say hello.  I  understand, truly I do.  No, I 
do not want to know your last names or where  you live.  I have been examined 
and checked this past month for STD's and  am clear of any.  I have not had 
sex with anyone since that testing.   So you are safe that way."  Taking a 
sip of my scotch, then  continuing.  "I take birth control, yes Ron, even at 
my age.  But I  have a sufficient number of condoms for you gentlemen just 
in case you are still  worried.  Questions?"
    "No.  You are an easy crowd..........I think.  We  have two flights for 
you to take advantage of this opportunity.  Two  flights and the time in 
between.  Only the flights count towards the club  membership.  The time in 
between has been contracted so that I might aid in  your visit to fair Tucson. 
 I know this sounds sleazy; but I will write you  in for blocks of time 
during the visit.  You need to let me know when you  might want my company and 
if the time is free, then my time is your time.   Nothing after 3 AM or 
before 6 AM.  I may be contracted, but spending the  night and not sleeping 
isn't in it.  At my age I need my beauty  sleep."
    I might spend time with you guys at the hotel bar or around  the 
restaurant area; but that is my choice unless you have a slot booked.   I am 
available for pretty much whatever you need and surprising or not, I don't  find 
a lot of requests as strange.  What we do or don't is private, between  you 
and me.  I would prefer not to hear talk about me in the bar; but that  is 
up to you.  My services are contracted for already, so I do not need a  cent 
from any of you gentlemen.  I have brought some items with me that  might 
come into play, I have brought also an assortment of clothing that you  might 
want to see me in or out of.  I think that is all I have to  say.  Oh.  The 
back compartment would be best for anyone that would  like to avail 
themselves of this opportunity.  If you want multiples that  is okay; but those 
there must be okay with the others being there, otherwise it  doesn't happen.  
Privacy is paramount, unless some like an audience.   The flight crew doesn't 
need to know, so out here in this compartment, I think  we should be 
proper."
   " In conclusion, I will have another drink and go back to my  seat, and 
if someone needs something feel free to ask me."  Stepping back  to the 
refreshment area and getting myself a double scotch and ice.  Then  returning to 
my seat.
    "Hey guys, Gary standing now, "there is no pressure here  one way or 
the other.  I know you all and if you want to visit with  Patrice, here on the 
plane or at the hotel, you can call her to arrange for a  time.  Here is a 
phone for each of you to use to contact her.  Her  number and mine and your 
numbers are in the phones already.  Drink up and  enjoy the trip."
    Ron coming over and sitting by me. "So, what do I have to  do to become 
a member?"  Looking at him and then reaching across the pull  down table.  
Feeling his hand warm and firm under mine.  Extending one  of my long legs 
and brushing his pant leg.  Then releasing his hand and  sliding my white 
linen jacket off, exposing my peach camisole.  The pointy  tips of my nipples 
visible under the thin layer of material.  My small  breasts, bulging the top 
slightly.  Seeing Ron looking at my chest, knowing  that I need him to 
break the ice.
    Taking his hand, "lets go and get another drink."   Glass in hand, 
sweeping past the other men and into the refreshment area.   "Another scotch," 
whispering that in his ear as I lean against him from  behind.  "Let me get 
my carryon and I will join you to sit in back."   Sweeping back out and 
lifting my bag from the overhead compartment.   Carrying it back to the 
refreshment area, and then in the back  compartment.  Setting it down and turning to 
see Ron, looking at the area  from the entranceway.  "Come in, I know you 
aren't the shy one."   Drawing him into the area and closing the doorway.  
Then turning to Ron,  taking the drink from his hand as I lean into him.  
Pressing my chest to  his, as I open my lips and brush them on his.  Tongue 
sliding out and  wetting his dry lips.
    Stepping back and reaching to his polo shirt, pulling it  over his 
head.  Seeing his white skin and the small bumps of his  nipples.  Leaning to 
kiss and suck on each one.  Feeling him intake  his breath, holding it as I 
lead him over to the sofa.  Sitting down by  him, lips locked, taking his hand 
and placing it against my breast.  My  eyes closing for a moment at the 
contact.  My breathing heavier now as his  fingers roll the hard sensitive tip 
with his fingers.  Moaning as I feel  the jolts of electricity finding my 
core.  Breaking the caress and pulling  my camisole over my head as I stand in 
front of him.  Exposing the bare  flesh, the small handfuls of soft flesh 
and the hard thick nipples thrusting  from them. Then reaching to my waist, 
undoing the button to my skirt and sliding  down the zipper with a soft 
sound.  Stepping out of the skirt and letting  him see the long tanned legs, 
ending with the triangle of my peach thong.   The  pouty lips bulging the small 
triangle of material.  Spinning in a  slow pirouette to let him view the 
full cheeks, the back strip hidden between  them.
    Stopping to look at him.  Head to the side as I watch  his reaction.  
"Do you want to see more.?"  Feeling his hand moving to  my waist and then 
cupping my labia for a moment.  Then reaching to my waist  and sliding my 
thong down my legs exposing the hairless lips.  Reaching to  his waist and 
undoing his slacks, sliding his zipper down and then rolling his  white jockey 
shorts  down, to slide down his legs.  Seeing that I have  some affect on him 
as his cock is sticking straight out from his sandy pubic  hair.  Kneeling 
down in front of him as he stands in front of the  lounge.  My lips parting 
as I blow warm air over his swaying member.   then a touch of my tongue on 
his swollen cock head.  Feeling him sway for a  moment, gaining his balance as 
her holds onto my head.  Then taking the  aroused cock and pushing it 
against  his tummy.  My tongue moving from  base to crown.  A long wet lick.  
Feeling him prick jerk against my  fingers as I lick the length again.  Then 
taking pity on Ron, gently  pushing  him to sit down on the lounge, as I stand 
and wiggle my thong down  over my mound and then to the tops of my thighs.  
Letting him get a gradual  view of my womanhood.
    A brief shift of my legs and the thong slides to my ankles,  stepping 
out of it and climbing onto his lap.  Sitting sideways on it as I  feel his 
warm cock against the outside of my thigh.  His fingers reaching  to my small 
breasts, cupping them, then rubbing his finger over the long thick  
nipples.  Moaning in his ear as he teases the aching nubs.  Real moans  of 
pleasure, for if he plays with them long enough, I will cum on his lap.   My lips 
teasing his neck and ear lobe, being careful not to bite, not to give  him a 
hickey to explain to his wife.  Did I say it before, these are all  married 
men.  Happily I would assume; but maybe I might offer them  something that 
their wives haven't or won't do for them.
    Shall we do more, my small whisper blowing warm air against  his neck 
and ear.  My long slender fingers teasing the trapped cock.   Enjoying 
caressing the soft warm flesh, covering the hard blood engorged inner  core.  
Sliding off his lap to re-position and straddle him.  But  watching him stand up 
and push me back on the lounge.  My hands reaching  and throwing the 
pillows to the floor, as I lay back and let my legs fall  open.  Letting him see 
the glistening pink of my waiting pussy. My other  hand reaching for my 
carryall bag.  Pulling it to the side of the  lounge.  And reaching in and 
fumbling for a moment, till I have found a  packaged condom.  Showing him the 
small square, "shall I ?"  Seeing a  brief nod, as I sit up and tear the package 
open. Positioning the round  latex sheath over his hard member.  Rolling it 
down the rigid shaft.   And cupping his ball sack for a moment.  Mentally 
measuring the swollen  balls, as I lay back down. 
    Looking up at him as Ron places one knee then the other  between my 
legs.  Seeing him look down and aim his spear at the exposed  tunnel entrance.  
A soft grunt as he slides it in quickly, my walls  surrounding the latex 
clothed cock.  Giving him a welcoming squeeze with my  internal muscles.  
Looking up at hi"m and smiling softly.  "You are so  big Ron, take it easy boy." 
 Seeing the flush of pride on his face as he  hears my words.  Then his 
arms on either side of my torso, as he flexes as  if doing pushups.  His hips 
thrusting and pulling back in a steady  rhythm.  Moaning with each inward 
thrust, and hearing the soft suction of  my pussy as he pulls backward.  Eyes 
fluttering as I hiss and moan under  his steady even assault on my pussy.  
After a few minutes, my legs wrapping  around his waist, heels digging in and 
pulling him to me.  My body rocking  as I kegel my contractions on his cock. 
 Letting him feel the artificial  spasms of my cunt.  Letting him think 
that he has given me an orgasm, as I  continue to milk at his cock with my 
body.  Hoping that he will get me  there.  Knowing that straight missionary 
isn't a position that does much  for me, without out something more then a 
straight pushup.
    His stamina pretty good as he paces his fucking as if  counting the 
exercise.  No speed up or slow down, just a steady in and  out.  Seeing his 
expressive pale skin on his face, turning a bright red  with his effort.  Then 
seeing the muscles bulging in his neck as he tries  to contain his 
approaching orgasm.  My legs tightening, drawing him deep  inside me, making him 
fight to pull back.  Holding him inside as my walls  spasm in a small orgasm.  
Hips shaking as I grip his body with my  heels.  Letting him stroke a few 
more times, till I hear that ending grunt,  as I know his cock head is swelling 
and his balls that have been tapping against  my rose, are now emptying his 
seed almost deep in my cunt.  Sighing as I  know that he is filling his 
condom, not my womb.  Not letting him know my  disappointment, but milking him 
taking each jet of his cock into the reservoir  of the condom.
    Feeling him relax his elbows and lay across my chest, his  body damp 
with sweat.  Hoping that he isn't going to fall asleep like  this.  My heels 
releasing him and laying on the lounge.  Laying back  eyes closed my face 
relaxed, feeling the brush of his lips on mine, a quick peck  as you might give 
a wife on your way out the door.  Then his shifting and  standing alongside 
the lounger.  Sitting up and moving my hand to the band  at the bottom of 
the condom.  Rolling it up his shaft, and then pulling it  off, knotting the 
extended latex with the white creamy cum trapped  inside.
    Reaching for his wilting cock and taking it into my  mouth.  My lips 
and tongue cleaning his and my juices from the shrinking  cock.   Taking a 
"wet one" from a packet and wiping it to give it a  clean fresh scent.  
Watching as he dresses, turned away from me.   Wondering why men are so shy, after 
they have just stuck the thing he is  shielding in my pussy.  Wasn't shy 
about that.  Pulling a dark  chocolate robe out of my bag and belting it 
closed, then slipping on a matching  thong.  "Thanks," as Ron turns back to me. 
    "No. Thanks you.  I hope you have broken the ice now  and the others 
will want to join the club.  And thanks for the nice  orgasms."  My eyes and 
voice and words stroking  his manhood.   "Kissing my forehead."  Then opening 
the compartment and hearing him stop  at the refreshment area. Giving him a 
few minutes as I check my bag and  prepare for the next man or men.  
Placing a washable throw over the lounge  and replacing the pillows.  Not sure 
what the next man might like or want  or if there would be a next. 
    Stepping out of the back room in my  silken robe, drink in hand and 
finding Ron already seated.  Seeing the  conversation end as I walk down to my 
seat across from Gary.  "How is  everything going guys?"  Breaking the 
silence, knowing that they have seen  the silken robe and how it hanging close to 
my body.  More importantly how  it drapes over my swollen nipples.....how 
it gives me a somewhat sexy  aura.  Little do they know the affect the silk 
is having on my nipples in  particular....feeling electrons of energy 
shooting to my core as the material  drags over the sensitive tips....actually 
wondering if I should put something  else on as I can feel my body again 
secreting my juices.
    The air, thought silent, charged  with unsaid words and actions.  
Looking over my glass as I try to guess who  might be next.....hoping that it 
won't be Ron again.  Reaching into my  pocket and placing my phone on the 
table, reading the text message on my  phone.  "You have the most lovely 
legs......would love to have them wrapped  around me."  Smiling, and crossing my 
legs under the table.  Letting  the sides of the robe fall open to expose more 
of my legs, and if the  lighting is correct, maybe a bit more of me.  Using 
my  my raised foot  to tease Gary's let under the table.  Stroking it 
slowly, up and  down.  Seeing his reaction as he looks up from the corner of my 
eyes, as  they are watching Jack.  Seeing him shift in his seat, as I  uncross 
my legs and slowly spread them apart.  The ends of the robe falling  away, 
exposing the bare mound.  Winking at Jack.  Seeing him get up  and walk to 
the refreshment area.  Empty beer mug in hand.  Waiting a  couple of seconds 
and standing and following   him. 
    Stepping behind him and rubbing against  him from  behind.  Hearing his 
intake of breath as my hand slides around and down to  stroke at his 
crotch.  He may be older, but he is quite able to get  aroused.  My other hand 
taking his and turning him around, placing it on my  now exposed breasts.  The 
tie on my robe undone and the sides hanging  loose.  Kissing him gently as I 
feel his fingers touching the engorged tip  of my left nipple.  Moaning 
with real pleasure as her rolls it a bit  roughly with his fingers.  Tugging on 
the turgid nub.  Grinding my  groin against his as I pull his waist against 
me.  Wondering as I feel the  slender body, if I weight more then him.
    Breaking the kiss and opening the back section and walking  in with his 
mug in hand.   Turning to wait and sipping from it as he  follows.  The 
beer chilled and frothy.  Thinking I might have  disturbed his draw, as I taste 
the sudsy head.  "Close the door Jack.   I am catching a draft."
    Sliding my robe down from my shoulders, catching it at my  elbows, then 
straightening my arms downward to let the silken material glide to  the 
floor.  Seeing his eyes widening as he sees the totally naked body,  devoid of 
body hair from the neck down.  Thinking his wife most likely has  a nice 
furry patch for him to touch.  Knowing he is seeing the fat labia,  and the 
wide gape of my slit.  Maybe a bit of  moisture.
    Reaching forward and undoing the buttoned short sleeve  shirt.  Pulling 
if from  his pants and dropping it behind him, then  tucking his white tee 
shirt from his pants and lifting it over his head.   Nothing to brag about 
as far as a toned muscular body.  But I am not fooled  by a hot body. Undoing 
the narrow black belt at his waist, then the snap  and zipper.  His pants 
sliding down his non-existent ass.  My fingers  sneaking into the fly of his 
boxers.  Finding the hard cock, and stroking  it slowly in his shorts as I 
step closer.  Pulling it through the opening  and rubbing the warm head 
against my pussy lips.  Hearing a soft cough and  surprised groan as I rub the 
head along my wet slit.  Whispering into his  ear, "shall we dance."  Feeling 
his hand stroking up and down my  back.
    Sliding his boxers down and sitting him on the  lounger.  Kneeling to 
take off his shoes and socks and pants and  shorts.  Giving the head of his 
cock a soft kiss, as I look up.  "What  is your pleasure Jack?"  His hands 
reaching to my head and pushing my face  into his groin.  My lips and tongue 
wetting the warm flesh.  Fingers  wrapping the shaft and stroking  up and 
down the rigid pole.  Opening  my mouth and taking the cock in the warm wet 
hole.  Sucking on his cock  head and flicking my tongue on his shaft.  Laying a 
wrapped condom on his  leg.
    Quickly feeling him move jerkily and pull my face from his  cock.  
Pulling me up and laying me on the recliner as did Ron.  His  cock quickly 
entering my wet tunnel.  His lean shanks pushing in and out as  he is breathing 
hard.  His mouth sucking on one of my nipples and pulling  on it as he 
continues to takes short strokes.  Working my walls against his  cock.  Squeezing, 
clenching and quivering as I wriggle under him.   Feeling my body not quite 
getting up the peak, as I give him a fake orgasm,  moaning loudly.  "Fuck 
me Jack, fuck me harder, deeper, you have me cumming  so hard."  Giving him 
the thought that he has succeeded.   And  feeling him jerk and hold his cock 
inside of me, as he reaches his climax.   My walls milking his cock.  
Feeling the sticky cream slowly oozing from my  pussy as he pulls free.  My legs 
closing and trapping the seed.   Seeing him stand up and start to reach for 
his clothing on the floor.   Pulling him to me and taking his cock head in my 
mouth.  Milking with my  fingers now as my tongue cleans his cock of cream 
and my juice.  Kissing  the tip of his cock.  "Thank you Jack.  I needed 
that orgasm."   Smiling sweetly as I help him find his clothing.  Noticing that 
he dresses  embarrassed by what he has done.  "Again, soon?"  Seeing his 
brief nod  and then him leaving the section.
    Sighing as I slide to the edge of the lounger, holding the  cum between 
my legs, between my squeezed cunt lips.  Standing and sliding  my hand 
between my legs.  Feeling the sticky cum slid onto my palm and  fingers. 
Clenching my walls again and again.  Draining as much of the cum  as I can from my 
pussy.  Then looking to the door, and seeing no one.   Greedily licking the 
white cream from my hand.  Tasting the seed, my body  trembling as I clean 
my hand.  Then taking out wipes and cleaning my thighs  and labia.  Sliding 
the robe on and taking some wipes and a nozzle.   Walking to the refreshment 
area and  and finding a bottle of water.   Then sitting on the commode and 
with the nozzle attached, carefully douching my insides.  Taking my time  and 
washing the cum from my tunnel.  Then wiping myself, so my body is  fresh.  
Undoing the nozzle and cleaning it and then returning it to my  bag. 
    Feeling a bit antsy as I have not had that relief I  need.  Not doing 
this just for the money; but also for the actually sexual  relief that it 
sometimes gives me.  Taking a deep breath, then reaching  into the plastic bag 
I put the used condom.  Undoing the knot and rolling  it open so that I can 
suck and lick the jism from the latex.  Patting my  mouth with a wipe and 
gargling with a mouth wash and  swallowing.
    Well, thinking to myself.........how do I get the other two  to come 
forward and enjoy this opportunity?  Sitting, again looking at Tom  and Terry. 
 Looking for any indication that they might be interested in  me.  
Thinking, maybe I am too old for this.  Maybe Gary should have  got a younger woman 
for this contract. 
    "Can I get you a drink?"  Looking up and seeing Terry  standing by his 
seat.  "Yeah, get me a double," Ron smiling at Terry.   "Ladies first Ron, 
and you look nothing at all like Patrice."  Not sure I  should have anymore 
on an empty stomach; but at least I can drown my sorrows and  failures.  
"Please, a scotch over ice, thanks."
    "I hope I don't mix them up.  I am going to have  scotch on the rocks, 
myself."  Finding myself giggling at his humor.   "I am willing to take a 
chance on you Terry, to do right by me."  Going  back and forth with double 
entendre.  Ron continuing with the levity  as Terry disappears into the 
refreshment area.  Returning with a refill for  Ron, and Gary and Jack and Tom.
    "We out of scotch," arching an eyebrow as I see no drinks  on the tray 
for Terry or me.  "I figured you might help me with them, those  rocks are 
heavy."  Offering his hand and leading me to the back.   "Attaboy, Terry."  
Ron's encouragement following us as we walk to the back  compartment, Terry 
picking up the drinks on the way  through.
    Closing the compartment behind us and turning to  Terry.  Feeling his 
lips on mine as we stand for a long moment.   Tongues teasing and exploring.  
Setting down the drinks and Terry taking me  into his arms, his arms being 
low as his hands cup my ass cheeks, pulling me  into his groin.  Feeling the 
hard shaft between us, as I undo my robe,  removing one layer of separating 
cloth.  Grinding back to him as he presses  into me.  Feeling his lips 
taking mine, controlling my mouth, his tongue  fucking my mouth.  Breathing hard 
into his parted lips, feeling his warm  breath returning as he breathes. 
    Fingers working my robe up on my ass cheeks, and then  curling into the 
bare skin of my ass.  Moaning as his fingers work between  my lower cheeks 
and then feeling the tips pressing on my labia from behind my  legs.  My 
nipples on fire with sensation, as I feel heat building in  me.  My hands 
reaching to his shirt and pulling it up till it bunched under  his arms.  My 
fingers finding his man nipples, and pinching the small  pimples of flesh.  
Hearing him moan, as the pinch, his fingers digging  deeper into me from behind. 
 My legs parting easing his penetration into  the bottom of my slit.  
Moisture leaking from my cunt, as I moan into his  mouth.  Releasing his nipples 
and breaking the kiss as he presses my back  to the wall.  Pulling his two 
button shirt over his head, ruffling up  his hair.  Exposing the muscled 
chest, the toned stomach with a trace  of softness blurring the abs.  My fingers 
fumbling at the wide black  leather belt of his trousers.  Pulling it apart 
and then his button  and zipper.  Sliding them down to his legs, exposing 
the black  briefs.  
    Taking a deep gulp of air as he leans back into me with his  mouth 
covering mine.  My fingers reaching into the waistband of his briefs,  sliding 
them down to expose the hard pulsing cock.  A nice thick well  defined 
mushroom head.  My thumb moving to rub a nail against the joining  of shaft and 
head on the underside of his cock.  Being rewarded with a  low animalistic 
growl in his throat.  Feeling him thrust his hips forward  and feeling the cock 
head bump my swollen labia.  Centering his cock  and lifting on my heels, 
spreading my lips cunt lips apart and  feeling the cock pressing steadily 
into my molten tunnel.  My eyes closing  as I feel is slide deeper, shoving in 
and slightly upwards, lifting me further  on my toes, now effectively nailed 
to the wall.  My walls caving  around his shaft, sheathing it snugly in my 
cunt.  Eyes opening with lust,  as I hump my hips forward.  Feeling his 
pubic hair, scratching my bare cunt  lips.  His ball sack swinging between my 
thighs.  Hissing as I  feel him pull back and slam in deep again.  Squashing 
my ass cheeks against  the wall of the cabin.  
    Gripping his shoulders as I hoist my legs up and wrap them  around his 
waist, heels digging into his lower back.  Snugging his cock in  my cunt.  
Feeling sweat beading on my body as I feel my body rocking  into the wall 
with each stroke.  Terry's hips rolling in and out  of his strokes.  The fat 
gland pushing my walls apart with each in and out  stroke.  My eyes slitted as 
I slip one hand from his shoulder and push it  between us.  Fingers rubbing 
hard on my swollen pearl.   Moaning  as I feel the cock and my finger 
stimulating me in and out.  My nipples  raging with sensation as they brush his 
chest. 
    Riding the orgasm, from small waves of contractions,  till my body is 
spasming spastically against the wall and his cock.   Moaning and burying my 
mouth into his shoulder, to keep myself from screaming  out loud.  Feeling 
the flush of blood reddening my face and mottling my  chest as the long 
orgasm finally subsides.  Grunting as each hard stroke  still pushes my ass into 
the wall.  My kegeling and contractions and forced  clenching not able to 
bring him to orgasm.  Feeling the sweat slipping  down my back and ass crack 
and between the cleavage I don't have.  And in  the folds of my joining of 
lower body and thighs.  My forehead wet and my  hair becoming damps strands.  
Finally with a loud thump, his body  holding me speared to the wall, as I 
feel his legs tense and know he is emptying  his heavy nuts into my cunt.  
Seeding me deep with his spunk.  Feeling  his legs trembling now as he finished 
seeding my  cunt.
    Taking a deep breath as we hold in freeze frame for long  seconds.  
Then un curling my legs from his waist and standing on my  own again.  Feeling 
his cock still hard and buried in my cunt.   "Wow,  That was amazing?"  Not 
sure whether that was him speaking or  me; for I felt the same way.  My 
swollen labia hot and aching as  he slowly pulls his cock from me, with a soft 
wet sound and a soft pop.  My  legs weak as I lean back on the wall, 
squeezing my cunt tight to keep from  leaking on the floor.  Seeing his cock still 
hard and kneeling down in  front of him and licking and sucking on the cock 
head.  My cheeks bulging  as I taste his salty seed.  One hand trying to cup 
the cum dripping from my  well used cunt, as I suckle the still hard prick.
    Feeling him gently pulling my lips from his  cock.  Looking up at him 
as he walks behind me and pushes me down on all  fours.  Knowing what he 
wants, well anyway knowing that he will take  me from behind.  Not sure which 
hole he will take.  Lowering my head  to the floor and resting on my elbows, 
ass lifting up as I rest  waiting.  Hearing him shaking his clothes off his 
ankles. Then feeling  his warm body kneeling behind me.
    Then feeling the warm wet cock, pressing my fevered lips  from behind.  
Moaning into the floor as I feel is slide in easily.   Gliding on the slick 
oily walls of my cunt.  Then my moan a grunt  as I feel his hand gather my 
hair and yank back on my head.  Forcing his  cock deeper as I pull back to 
him.  The slapping of wet flesh and the  suction of my cunt, alternating with 
my moans and his grunts for the only sounds  in the back cabin.  My nipples 
aching with almost a pain  as sway in small undulations of movement under 
me.  My legs  tensing and squeezing in a quick unexpected spasm on his cock, 
as I whimper into  the floor.  My buildup of tension in the first two 
encounters, taking over  and releasing as I cum long and wildly on his cock.  My 
mind not focusing  as he continues to fuck me and then finally feeling his 
hard thrust, announcing  that he has cum again.  Not sure how much spunk he 
could have shot, but my  legs tense and squeeze, walls contracting on his 
shaft, milking what he has to  offer me in the way of seed.
    Feeling him laying on my back, resting and  then feeling his cock 
becoming limp and sliding out of my cunt.  The  cum oozes out as I stay on all 
fours for a minute.  Hearing him behind me  and finally pushing myself to my 
knees and then pulling myself up by grasping  the lounger
    Sitting him down and cleaning his  cock of the frothy scum coating it.  
Tasting myself and his cum. as I  gently massage his semi limp cock with my 
tongue and lips.  Smiling as I  see  him wiping sweat from his brow and 
smelling the strong scent on both  of us.  Taking wipes and washing him down.  
Then as he dresses, doing  the same for myself.
    "That was awesome."  Feeling the bruises on my labia  and my sore cunt, 
and the drained feeling........I can't help but agree.   Thinking how the 
first two built me up to a culmination of need and the  semi-rough fucking 
brought me over the top.  "I will put your drink at your  table."  A smile on 
his face as he leaves me on my knees and naked.   "How fitting, I think."
    Pushing myself up off the floor and looking down at the  messy carpet, 
and scooping at my pussy to taste more of the thick white cum  wasted in the 
shag of the carpet.  Cleaning myself of the male cum.   The wipes feeling 
soothing on my hot, raw flesh.
    Pulling on my robe and finding damp towels to clean   up the floor, 
thinking it will be damp for awhile.  Then finally after  resting in solitude 
for ten minutes or more.  Walking back to the front  cabin.  Trying not to 
change my walk to let them see that my cunt is sore.  and still quite swollen.
    Sitting down and catching a smile from Gary.  Sipping  my drink slowly, 
one, two and three sips.  Gary walking back to the frig,  and checking out 
the sandwiches that were brought on board.  Handing out  sandwiches and 
chips.  The light lunch will keep us sated till we touch  down in Tucson and 
have a nice dinner.
    Seeing Tom, my last standing man, going to the  refreshment/restroom 
area.  Standing up and adjusting my robe as I follow  him.  "Would you want 
some company in the backroom?  Not the most  subtle approach; but thinking I 
need to take the initiative.  My hand  resting in the small of his back, 
stroking lightly, casually.  Feeling him  startled, I am not sure whether by the 
question or my touch.  Seeing him  flushing, at a lost for words.  "Lets go 
in back and talk.   Just  talk if you want."  Opening the partition and 
walking in, turning to see if  he will follow.  Then closing it behind us as we 
stand in the  aisle. 
    "If you don't want to do anything, I understand."   Giving him the out 
for his conscience or morals or whatever might be  roadblock.  My hand 
touching the front of his shirt, resting there, feeling  a trembling; but not him 
pulling away.  "Let me give you a back rub or  massage and see what comes 
of that?"  Taking it slow, not pushing, just  asking suggesting.  Undoing the 
buttons on his polo shirt, pulling it from  his waistband.  Then lifting it 
up over his head.  My arms raised high  and my head leaning to kiss him on 
the left nipple.  Thinking to myself, my  luck.  This is the hairiest of the 
bunch.  Licking around the small  dot, pimple.  Feeling him trembling, 
against my tongue, as I roll is slowly  around his nipple.  Dropping his shirt 
behind him as I work small kisses  over his chest and then lower as I lean 
down to tease his belly button with my  tongue.
    Standing with his hands at his side, as I guide him by the  waist to 
sit down on the lounger.  Using my lips and tongues to tease him  from neck to 
navel and back.  One hand finally sliding over to his belt  buckle and 
undoing it, Then the button on his khakis.  Slowing pulling the  zipper down 
with a soft whisk of sound.  Easing the fly apart, and reaching  slowly 
deliberately into the fly of his shorts.  Finding the warm nestling  cock.  The 
length extended; but soft and limp.  The promise  of a nice size present, but 
not happening without some starch in it.   Blowing across the soft head, as 
my fingers work caress the soft warm  flesh.  Tongue snaking out to touch the 
spongy head, swirling slowly around  the glan.  Holding it stretched with 
my fingers, as my tongue slides down  and then up the shaft, flicking swirls 
around the shaft.  Finding it  stiffening a little; but also finding this a 
challenge, as I tuck it back in his  shorts.  "Lift up"  Sliding his pants 
down past his knees and letting  them pool around his ankles.  Then leaning 
over and undoing his shoes,  pulling them and his socks off, then his pants 
and  shorts. 
    His cock still nestling against his belly and between his  legs, as I 
undo my robe and kneel to the side of him naked.  My hard  nipples rubbing on 
the outside of his thigh, as I wrap my mouth around the  semi-hard cock and 
suckle it slowly with my tongue and lips.  My cheeks  drawing on it as I 
wet it in my warm welcoming mouth.  Finger nail pressing  on the cum vein on 
the underside, as my other hands massaging his ball sack  slowly, gently.  
Taking the squirmy cock all the way into my  mouth, working it in and out from 
tall to base.  Then letting it slide  from my mouth as I raise on my knees 
and lean over and press his legs  apart.  Looking at him head back and eyes 
closed, then lowering my head to  lick at his nut sack.  Finding one of his 
delicate testicles and sucking it  into my mouth.  Holding it as my tongue 
slides over and around the fat  nut.  Hearing at least a moan as I work the 
sensitive morsel with my  mouth.  Lifting it and letting it be pulled from my 
lips as I lean  back.  Feeling his cock stiffening as I take the other nut 
in my  mouth.  Teasing that one and letting it pull free.
    Then seeing I  have made some progress, slide between  his legs and 
holding his sack up, use my tongue to tease his asshole and work my  lips and 
tongue up to the base of his shaft now.  The cock stiffer now, as  I move up 
the vein once again with my mouth.  Small kisses and nibbles as I  reach the 
mushroom shaped cap.  Looking up at him and reaching between my  legs and 
letting my fingers sink into my wet opening.  Making sure I am wet  and ready 
to take him inside.  Then standing and straddling with my knees  on either 
side of him.  One hand gripping the cock and positioning it at my  entrance. 
 Feeling the head slipping slowly into my steamy hole.   Lowering onto the 
semi stiff shaft. and holding myself there.  Not  squeezing, but holding him 
in my cunt.  Then slowly raising up and then  down again.  Slow strokes, 
two then three.  Then hearing his gasp as I  feel his cock swell and shoot his 
cum into my cunt.  His hips raising once,  twice and a third time, then 
falling back to the seat.  His cock slipping  from my cunt, already softening, 
as I feel the warm cum oozing from the  opening.
    Sliding off of his lap and taking the soft cock in my  mouth, sucking 
on it greedily and milking the last few drops from the pee  slit.  Then 
licking at the cum on his thighs and balls.  Cleaning him  of his seed.  Laying 
my head on his thigh, face against his cock, blowing  softly on the nestling 
worm.  Feeling him lifting, pushing him back  gently.  "No need to go out 
right away"  Seeing the realization of how  short a time we have been back 
here.  Cleaning my leaking opening and  sitting by him, taking his arm and 
pulling it over my shoulder, His big hand  cupped to my breast.  As I tease and 
caress his cock.  "It will be  better next time, if you want there to be a 
next time."  Almost falling  asleep, and stepping out robe belted after about 
45 minutes.  Not  letting the others know of his problem.  Seeing the smile 
on his face as I  sit down and the guys joke about how long he was in with  
me.
     
    
 
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