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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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