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Touched By An Angel (B+/gg pedo nc humil bond spank)
by Tyger
As you saw from the story codes, this story contains SEX. Not merely sex,
but PEDO sex as well, involving a preteen. You have been warned. If you don't
like this kind of story, or may not legally read this story, please do not
read it.
Chapter 1
Alfred Hamcock made his way down the aisle of the 767, squeezing by passengers
stuffing their carryon luggage into the overhead compartments. He looked
at the numbers of the rows, and finally found the row with his seat. His
seat was on the aisle next to a window seat on the right side of the aircraft.
He sat down and slid his briefcase underneath the seat in front of him.
He sighed audibly. Another long flight in coach class. He wished he were
flying first class, but the contract didn't allow for that and there were
no free upgrades available on this flight. At least he had the aisle seat
in a two-person row. He hated being sandwiched between two other people.
Now, he just hoped the person assigned to the seat next to him wasn't traveling
with an infant.
"Excuse me?" came a female voice above his head. He looked up and froze in
amazement at the sight. It was a girl, about a head taller standing than
he was sitting, jet-black hair asymmetrically parted at her right, hanging
down just below her ears. Her eyes were narrow, and she wore a black cropped
T-shirt, that stopped a couple inches below her bosom, leaving her midriff
bare. "May I get through? That's my seat next to the window."
"Oh yes, of course." Mr. Hamcock slid up his seat, and squeezed himself as
far back as possible. As the girl climbed across him, he observed with a
rush of excitement that she was wearing an extremely short micro-miniskirt,
leaving her legs almost completely bare down to her sandals. Hmmm, he thought
to himself. This flight might just be okay.
The girl settled in her seat next to him and crossed her legs, leaving him
a delicious view of her bare thigh. Despite it being the middle of the summer,
her skin was only slightly tanned, contrasting provocatively with her black
mini and cropped T-shirt.
Buckling her seatbelt, the girl turned towards Mr. Hamcock and smiled. "Hi.
My name's Angel. What's your name?"
Mr. Hamcock returned the smile and replied, "Alfred Hamcock, but you can
call me Al."
He couldn't pull his eyes away from her great legs, her luscious thighs,
her trim midriff, her shapely small breasts, and her pure, innocent face.
And that winning smile of hers -- it completely lit up her face. What WAS
he thinking? She couldn't be much more than a child. He wasn't a pedophile.
He had a wonderful career, which he could never throw away. And he could
never risk thirty years in prison, with morally enraged thugs on all sides
beating him up right and left, ready to murder him in an instant.
But there was something very alluring about this girl, this Angel, that belied
her age and innocence. Looking into her dark eyes, Mr. Hamcock sensed, more
than anything, a knowledge, a self-confidence, that went beyond her years.
This, combined with her physical attractiveness, had Mr. Hamcock feeling
a sexual arousal uncharacteristically brought on by someone so young.
"Hey, Al." Angel uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she turned toward him
and smiled. "Do you think there's any danger on this airplane?" she asked
coquettishly.
Alfred returned the smile, blushing slightly. "No, airplane travel is perfectly
safe. You wouldn't believe what the airlines have to do to ensure a safe
flight. No, Angel. Nothing is likely to happen." His smile broadened down
at her. She smiled back her most winning smile, and uncrossed and slightly
spread her legs and leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes. Alfred
instinctively closed his eyes, to avoid seeing up her skirt.
Thirty minutes later, they were finally underway. Angel leaned forward and
stared out the window as the 767 lifted from the runway and headed west toward
Seattle. Try as he might, Alfred could not keep his eyes off the girl for
long. Pretending to look out the window, his eyes drifted down to the bare
thighs next to him. Unaccustomed to the arousal he felt while staring at
this young girl, he began to wonder about himself. And, he began to wonder
about the girl.
He leaned forward, and over the girl to view the retreating Boston skyline.
His fingers accidentally-on-purpose brushed Angel's thigh, just below the
hem of her skirt. Her skin was soft and cool. The Boston skyline vanished
quickly from view behind the airplane, so he sat back in his seat, inadvertently
brushing Angel's thigh again.
Angel turned toward him and giggled. "Oh, sorry," Alfred apologized, momentarily
afraid that she might have been offended by his actions.
She didn't answer, but instead asked him, "So what are you doing in Seattle?"
Relieved that the contact didn't seem to bother her, he answered, "Oh, I'm
going on business. I'll be there a couple of days or so, depending on how
long it takes to get the job done. How about you? Did they not have an available
seat for you to sit with your family?"
Her smile broadened. "Oh, no, I'm flying alone. I've just been to visit my
grandparents and I'm on my way back home."
Al wondered momentarily whether a girl would let her grandparents see her
in that kind of dress, but he shortly forgot the question. "Did you spend
the whole summer with your grandparents?"
"No, just three weeks. My parents had to go back to Taiwan for something.
I don't know what it was about, but they sent me to stay with my grandparents
in Lexington." She turned toward him and put her hand on his knee. He flinched
at the touch. She reached up and whispered in his ear, "I think it's something
sexy. They won't tell me anything. But I already know a lot." Her hand moved
a couple inches up his leg.
"Oh, I'm sure you do," answered Al, covering her hand with his.
"Oh by the way, haven't you noticed it's rather chilly in here?"
Al gave her hand a little squeeze and smiled, "No, not really, but I've got
just a bit more clothing covering me up than you do -- not that I mind, though,"
he added quickly, moving his hand to her bare thigh to give it a squeeze.
She pressed his hand with hers, so he left it resting on her smooth skin,
not wanting to miss this opportunity.
She beamed. "Do you like it? I'm glad. It makes me feel all tingly inside
when I know I'm making someone happy. I know guys like to look at me and
it makes me feel good when I know they're looking." She moved her face close
to his ear again and whispered, "Sometimes they like to do more than look,
too, if you know what I mean."
Al looked around furtively, suddenly concerned again with prison and death.
He should put a stop to this right now, he thought to himself. Instead he
said, "Well, if you do feel chilly, I could ring for a blanket."
"Oh, that's so sweet of you," smiled Angel in her winning smile. Alfred reached
up and pressed the call button. When the stewardess came, he asked for a
blanket. The stewardess returned with one shortly, and Alfred lifted up the
arm between Angel's and his seats, and covered both of their laps with the
blanket.
Underneath the blanket, Angel took his hand in hers, saying, "Thank-you so
much. This is much better."
"No problem," he assured her. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "Have
you flown before?"
"A few times, but this is my first time flying by myself . . . well, my second
if you count my flight to my grandparents' as the first. It's kinda exciting
getting to travel by myself."
"Makes you feel sorta grown up, huh?" Al commented. "So, how old are you,
by the way?"
"I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen in about three months."
"So, let's see, that must mean that you're going to be in seventh grade in
September?"
"Nope, eighth grade."
"Oh, sorry," apologized Al in a slightly contrite tone.
"That's okay. I got a head start. Most kids my age are in seventh grade."
Angel squeezed his hand under the blanket. Al squeezed back, and lightly
tickled her palm with his forefinger. She giggled softly and smiled at him.
"So are you looking forward to school starting this fall?" asked Al.
"Yeah, I like school. It's not too hard and I get to see all my friends."
"What's your favorite subject?"
"Hmmm," she paused to consider, "English, I guess. I like to read and write.
I write stories and poems sometimes, and I read lots of books. 'Course, I
like some of the PE classes, too. I especially like swimming."
"What kind of stories do you like to write?"
"Oh, you know. Science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance." She placed Al's
hand on her thigh. "Naughty stories of temptation, danger . . ." her voice
trailed off, as she gazed up at his eyes.
"Stories of temptation?" Al whispered, his breath caught up in nervous excitement,
his hand slid an inch up Angel's thigh. "Forbidden desire?" His hand went
up another half inch. "Danger?" His fingertips felt the elastic of her panties.
"Lust?" All the more excited and nervous about what he was doing, his fingertip
lightly touched her crotch.
"Always ending in tragedy and loss . . ." whispered Angel. Suddenly seriously
frightened, Al quickly removed his hand from Angel's body, and brought it
back to his own lap.
Angel's face brightened and she giggled. Reaching for his hand and placing
it back on her thigh, she reassured him, "But those are only stories, silly.
I didn't mean to scare you."
Al's only response was a slight smile. He didn't resist, but he had been
seriously spooked. It was difficult to recapture the excitement he had been
feeling just a few moments before. He really didn't know what to make of
this girl. One moment, she evoked a lust in him that was simply primal. The
next moment, she induced a fear in him which transformed that lust to guilt.
She leaned her seat back, and, turning slightly toward Al, pulled the blanket
up over her and slid her hand over to Al's thigh. She closed her eyes and
leaned against the edge of Al's chair.
Al thought a nap would be a wonderful idea, so he leaned his seat back and
pulled up the blanket about him. He leaned back with a sigh, and Angel leaned
up against him and murmured quietly. This would shorten the temptation to
do something he'd surely regret, as well, he thought. He quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 2
He twisted and turned a couple times, aware of a soothing pleasure around
his loins and a voice speaking over the intercom. The pleasure and the voice
seemed to mingle together, until he suddenly yanked awake, with a sense of
something wrong. Something was too quiet; he couldn't quite figure out what.
The captain was saying something about the plane having to land in Fargo,
North Dakota. Passengers about him were murmuring in consternation. Beside
him, Angel was still asleep, her hand loosely about his penis and testicles.
Alfred gently removed Angel's hand from his crotch, then leaned forward and
tapped the arm of the person in front of him. "Psst. What's going on? I've
been asleep."
"One of our engines has malfunctioned," answered the man. "We're flying on
only one engine, and we're going to land in Fargo." Ah, yes. That's why it
seemed so quiet. There was no noise from the engine on his side of the airplane.
Al felt a certain sinking in his stomach. The one engine had better stay
working, he thought to himself.
Angel stirred next to him. "What's going on? Is something wrong?" Concern
showed on her face.
"Nothing to worry about," Alfred tried to reassure the girl. "One of the
engines has malfunctioned and we're going to have to land in Fargo. But,
don't worry, these planes can fly with only one engine -- they just want
to land for safety's sake. We'll be fine. It just means we'll be a little
late getting to Seattle, that's all."
"How late?" Angel asked, apprehension clearly evident in her voice.
"I don't know yet," Al admitted, "they haven't said. I suppose it will depend
on how long it takes to either repair this engine or get another plane in
here to fly us on to Seattle. Don't worry, though, just stick with me --
I'll see that nothing happens to you." Al smiled, trying to appear more confident
than he felt.
He sat back, and took a deep breath, and Angel did too, taking his hand tight
in hers. His mind was hyperfocused on the sounds and feelings of the airplane
as it made its descent. He felt lighter every time the plane lowered itself
another level, and he felt every bump, every shake. He felt and heard whenever
the one remaining engine on the opposite side of the plane was increased
and lowered. He felt the scraping of the wings deploying their flaps a little
at a time, and heard the sound of the air rushing by. He heard and felt the
thud of the landing gear being lowered.
Shortly afterwards, he felt the bump of the plane landing on the runway,
and gave a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize how tensed up he'd been.
He felt he could really use some hot sex, as soon as possible. But where
would he find anything in Fargo, ND?
It soon became painfully obvious that this stop was not anticipated. Once
they had landed, they had to wait for what seemed like an eternity for a
gate to become free so that they could deplane. Periodically, one of the
flight attendants would make an announcement to apologize for the delay and
beg their patience. During one of these announcements, they were told that
there would be a representative from the airline inside the terminal with
further instructions for them.
Finally, a gate became available and the passengers began to deplane. Alfred
pulled his briefcase from beneath the seat in front of him and stood up in
the aisle, allowing Angel to step in front of him. Together, they slowly
followed the other passengers into the terminal.
As they filed into the terminal, a flight attendant handed each passenger
a packet. "We're sorry for the inconvenience this delay has caused. Inside
this packet you'll find vouchers for dinner tonight, hotel room for the night,
and breakfast tomorrow morning. There is also a phone number to call in the
morning to get information about the time and departure location for the
continuation flight tomorrow. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience."
"If you need your baggage tonight," she continued, "It will be available
at the baggage claim area. There will be shuttle busses to take you to your
motel, and to various restaurants this evening."
It took about fifteen minutes for the luggage to arrive down the belt at
the baggage claim center. Alfred had two suitcases, and he grabbed one of
them, leaving the other at the airport. Angel, who had stayed with him all
the time, took a small suitcase. Then they boarded one of the busses to the
motel.
After standing awhile in line at the office, they finally reached the desk.
Alfred handed his voucher to the clerk, and after filling out the form, received
his room assignment and the electronic keycard for his room. He moved aside
from the desk to let Angel check in as well, but instead she followed him.
He felt a little nervous and apprehensive, but didn't want to say anything
until they were well away from everyone else.
Back outside, as they walked to his assigned room, Angel explained shyly,
"I didn't want to be alone."
Alfred didn't respond. Instead, he unlocked the door to his room and stepped
inside. Angel followed him in. They deposited their bags near the closet
and looked around the room.
It was a fairly typical hotel room. To the left of the door was a small closet
area and to the right was the bathroom. Beyond the closet along the wall
was a chest of drawers, a desk and a TV stand with a portable TV atop it.
The opposite wall was nearly filled with a large picture window overlooking
the courtyard and pool area. The heavy drapes were open, providing a good
view of the facilities. In front of the window were two comfortable looking
overstuffed chairs and a small round table over which a lamp hung. On the
right, beyond the bathroom, was a large king-size bed between two night stands
and bedside lamps.
Alfred sat on the edge of the bed. Angel sat down beside him and broke the
silence. "You're not mad, are you?" She took his hand in hers and squeezed
it. "I'm just a little scared and I didn't want to be alone tonight. Besides,"
she added with a sly smile, placing his hand on her bare thigh just below
the hem of her miniskirt, "I don't think you do either."
Alfred froze in excitement and fear, and he felt his penis hardening in a
way it had never hardened since his early teens. His rod was rather small,
he knew -- only about five inches long and one inch thick when fully erect
-- nevertheless, he was sure Angel could see the lump forming at the crotch
of his pants. He left his hand on her thigh, wondering how many years he
might get if this went on.
She giggled at his discomfort. "Yes, I know it. You really want me, don't
you. In fact, you can't wait until evening." She tapped the bulge in his
pants, and his erection jumped in response. "Hey, we have at least three
hours before supper." Alfred turned and looked at the radio clock; it read
two o'clock.
"It's true, Angel, I do want you. You turn me on more than I can ever remember
being turned on and I want you more than anything in this world right now.
But, you're so young and I'm also afraid. I could get into so much trouble
if I give into my desires and anyone ever found out."
"No one will ever know, Al," Angel assured him. "No one knows we're together
-- no one even knows us here. And, I'll never tell anyone -- I promise."
Angel kicked her sandals off and climbed up on his lap. She leaned against
his chest, sliding one hand underneath his suit jacket, and lightly caressed
him. Alfred put his arm around her back, and slid his other hand across her
legs and under her skirt. He pulled her tightly to him. All thoughts of danger
left his mind.
Angel moaned a contented sigh as he pulled her close. She looked up at him,
smiling. Then, she moved to kiss him on the mouth. She kept her lips parted
slightly and used her tongue to signal Alfred that she wanted this to be
a passionate French kiss. He open his mouth and allowed her tongue entrance.
As their tongues explored the other's mouth, their hands began to explore
the other's body. Angel unbuttoned a couple of buttons on Alfred's shirt
and slid her hand inside to stroke his bare chest. With the hand of the arm
that Alfred had wrapped around Angel's back, he slipped underneath her cropped
T-shirt and cupped one of her breasts. He began caressing her smooth bare
thigh with his other hand.
Their breathing grew rapid and heavier as they continued to kiss and caress.
Alfred teased Angel's nipple with one hand as his other hand began stroking
the inside of her smooth thighs. Angel parted them enough to allow him to
stroke all the way up to her panty covered mound.
Alfred broke their kiss. "Would you like a backrub?" He moved his hand from
her breast around behind her and began massaging her back and shoulders.
Angel purred, a low, soft, vibrating purr. Alfred lifted her up and laid
her face down on the bed, and continued the massage.
Alfred started at her neck and shoulders and worked his way down her back,
kneading and massaging her muscles. Suddenly, Angel pushed herself up, and
pulling her T-shirt over her head, she said, "Here, it'll feel better without
this." Now naked to the waist, she laid back down to let Alfred continue
the massage.
Alfred began again, kneading her shoulders and neck. He worked down her back,
down to her buttocks, and then continued massaging down her thighs and legs,
reaching the backs of her knees, her hamstrings, and finally her feet.
Then he turned her over and began to work his way back up her body. He delighted
in the feel of her soft, youthful skin. Her legs were smooth and silky to
the touch, and Alfred found himself becoming more aroused as his fingers
moved over Angel's legs and thighs.
Angel seemed to be enjoying this too, making sounds of pleasure as Alfred's
hands kneaded her muscles and caressed her skin. His hands slipped under
her skirt, stroking up to the leg bands of her panties. He could smell the
aroma of her sex and knew that she was becoming as aroused as he was. He
ran his hands lightly over her stomach and pubic mound. Angel let out a little
giggle, so on his next pass, he applied more pressure. He felt the soft folds
of her pussy lips beneath her panties and rubbed this area gently. He thought
he felt moisture seeping through her panties, but it was so warm here it
was difficult to tell for sure. Resisting the temptation to concentrate on
her vagina, Alfred continued to work his way up her body.
He softly caressed and pushed on her tummy, then slid up to her breasts.
Her breasts were little more than a boy's, yet Alfred found them strangely
attractive.
Angel's eyes were closed. Alfred pulled away from her, wondering if she were
asleep. Apparently she was. Her breathing was soft and slow. Alfred decided
that it was a good time for a short nap, so he took off his shoes, lay down
on the bed, and closed his eyes.
Chapter 3
The next thing that Alfred became aware of was the pleasant sensation in
his genitals. He had been sleeping soundly and for a moment he was disoriented.
Through the grogginess between dream and wakefulness, he felt the arousing
stimulation of his penis being masturbated and sucked. Then, he remembered
where he was and who he was with.
He opened his eyes and raised his head to see Angel kneeling beside him on
the bed, bobbing her head over his stiffening manhood. She had managed to
undo his pants and pull out his penis while he slept.
He was not quite fully erect yet and she was able to get well over half of
his cock in her mouth on her downward stroke. The sight of this cute young
girl with his saliva-wet dick plunging in and out of her mouth had his blood
rushing to stiffen his rod. He moaned, "Oh God, Angel, that feels so incredibly
good."
She slipped his erection from her mouth with a slurp and smiled at him. "You're
awake. I thought you'd like to wake up this way. Now, relax and enjoy it."
With that, she stretched her legs toward the headboard of the bed and lowered
her mouth back down on his cock.
Alfred rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He began to
caress Angel's bare inner thigh as her mouth drove him ever closer to a climax.
Angel's small hand was wrapped around the base of his erection and followed
the motion of her head as it moved up and down over him. Her tongue licked
all around the head of his cock as she applied suction with her mouth and
her fingers squeezed the base.
The sensation was incredible -- more than incredible. Alfred couldn't remember
ever having a blow job that had come even close to being as good as this
one. He wanted this feeling to last forever, but there was no way that that
was going to happen. The erotic stimulation masterfully administered by this
young girl brought him beyond the point of no return quickly. Alfred began
to breathe heavily and moan as his orgasm overtook him.
Tasting his first load of semen, Angel stopped moving her head and clamped
her mouth around the head of his penis as she rapidly milked the base of
his cock with her hand. She pumped every last drop of his come into her mouth
and swallowed it until he finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of contentment.
She ran her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock to make sure it
was clean and let it slip from her mouth.
She crawled up beside him and laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped
his arm around her naked torso. She raised her eyes to look at him, "Did
you like that?"
"Angel, I can honestly say that that was the absolute best blow job I've
ever had. It was fantastic!" She smiled and snuggled up against him.
They cuddled. He nuzzled her forehead and ran his hands over her back and
down her buttocks, noticing that she had removed her miniskirt and panties;
she was completely naked. He couldn't recall ever feeling so tender or protective
to someone before. She lifted her head up and kissed him on the mouth. There
was a very strange taste in her saliva; after a second, he realized with
momentary disgust that he was tasting his come. Actually, it was worth it,
he decided.
Umm, yes, he thought. If she could swallow an entire load, he could manage
to ignore a bit of after-taste. He felt himself getting excited again. He
would take things slowly, he thought. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and
she kissed him hard back. Then he slid down and kissed and nuzzled her chin,
and then her neck.
She giggled as he licked and nibbled her neck. "Oh, you're such a cool vampire!"
He licked down her chest, tonguing her little tiny nipples in the process.
Her breath quickened, and she gasped audibly.
He kissed down to her belly button, and tongued it lightly. At the same time,
he worked her thighs with his hands, slowly approaching her pussy.
Angel bent her knees and spread her thighs wide apart, beckoning him lower.
Smelling the aroma of her heated sex, Alfred kissed his way down to her pubic
mound where he began licking her lips. Angel's moan of pleasure let him know
that she liked what he was doing.
He continued to lick between her folds, inserting his tongue as far as he
could into her vaginal canal, then slurping up to lick and suck her clit
into his mouth. Angel began to writhe in pleasure under his experienced ministrations
and it wasn't long before she was moaning and humping in orgasm. As her climax
subsided, Alfred began to kiss his way back up her body.
Loud pounding on the door startled him. Alfred froze in fright, afraid that
he might be caught and in trouble. "Could you tone it down in there?" yelled
a male voice from outside. "Your girl is too loud! Thanks!" Yes, come to
think of it, Angel had been screaming pretty loud at times. He just hadn't
noticed it.
"What was that about?" asked Angel.
Alfred calmed down, relieved that he wasn't likely to get in trouble. After
a moment, he answered, "Seems like you were rather loud just then."
"I was?" Angel looked embarrassed. "I never knew that."
"I didn't notice, either, to tell the truth. Say, it's almost four o'clock.
Let's take a shower and get dressed for dinner." Alfred removed the rest
of his clothes, and they went together to the bathroom to take a shower.
Chapter 4
They enjoyed soaping each other's bodies under the warm water of the shower.
Alfred still could hardly believe that this was really happening -- that
he was in the shower caressing a young nymph that he'd just enjoyed oral
sex with and had met only a few short hours earlier. He loved the feel of
her young body; her small pert breasts, her flat stomach, her smooth thighs
and her puffy mound were all exciting to touch. And, her small young hands
roaming over his body was equally arousing. She gave considerable attention
to his soft member, actually succeeding in bringing it partially erect even
after its thorough workout such a short time before.
Finally, they rinsed and shut off the water. They dried themselves -- and
each other -- and got dressed to go out for dinner.
Alfred put on a clean suit, and Angel wore a sky-blue, short-sleeved dress
extending down to just above her knees, with white sandals. She wore a pair
of earrings and a small necklace, and one ring on her left middle finger.
Alfred thought she looked innocent, yet more alluring than ever. Could this
really be the same girl who had given him such a blowjob this afternoon,
who had screamed so in response to his lips and tongue?
She took his elbow, and they went out the door.
A bus was waiting to take them to town. They sat together until the bus stopped
at a place with numerous restaurants.
"Well, what would you like to eat?" Alfred asked Angel.
She smiled slyly. "Oh, I don't know . . . some kinda meat?" she answered,
her eyes darting down to his crotch.
Alfred smiled at her innuendo, but didn't reply to it. Instead, he continued,
"Well, there's a steak house over there that looks pretty nice. Do you wanna
try that?"
"Sounds wonderful," she smiled.
They entered the steak house. Alfred looked around and saw that they were
the only persons formally dressed for dinner. A waitress took them to a corner
table and handed each of them a menu. They sat facing each other. Alfred
leaned forward and gazed in Angel's eyes. A girl sitting across the table
from him had never looked so wonderful.
He quietly slipped off one shoe, and lifted his leg up and slid his foot
under the table on Angel's lap. Her face didn't betray anything, but she
spread her thighs apart and shifted so that his foot slid under her dress.
He fondled her with his foot. Her expression still didn't change, but she
squirmed slightly underneath.
Finally, he looked down at the menu. He decided on a large New York steak
for himself, and a white wine, and asked what Angel wanted. She took a steak
sub and also asked for some wine. Alfred knew that he couldn't actually order
wine for her, but promised to share some of his with her.
The waitress returned shortly.
Alfred gave the waitress the order for both himself and Angel. After the
waitress left to turn in the order, Alfred looked at Angel and said, "Angel,
you are a remarkable young lady." A sly smile crossed Angel's face as color
rose in her cheeks. "I can't quite believe my good fortune that we were seated
together on that flight," he continued. "I can't find the words to express
how glad I am to . . . um . . . to have gotten to know you."
The color deepened on Angel's face as she gave an embarrassed giggle. "I'm
glad to know you too. It's been fun . . . much better than spending the time
alone. I wouldn't have liked that at all."
Alfred reached forward and squeezed her hand, and she clasped his hand tightly
in return. "After this flight is over, I would love to continue seeing you,
Angel."
"Oh, my dear Alfred, that sounds so wonderful. If only I could. But my parents
would never allow it, so I don't know when I'd ever have a chance to see
you."
"Oh, that's too bad. We don't really want to do anything that would get you
in trouble. And it really scares me, that I might spend twenty or thirty
years in prison."
"Well, there's always email," said Angel. "And I'm sure to visit Boston again
sometime, and we can find some way to get together then. And maybe you'll
come to Seattle again sometime. I might be able to sneak out."
"Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens," Alfred responded.
"In the meantime, we'll just have to make the best of the time we do have
together." He smiled and winked at Angel.
"Uh-huh," Angel confirmed emphatically, smiling slyly. She leaned closer
to Alfred and lowered her voice. "And, don't worry. I won't tell anyone.
I know how to keep a secret and I'll deny everything if anyone asks. Relax
and let's have some fun." She gave his hand another squeeze.
"Thank you, Angel," Alfred replied sincerely. "That makes me feel better.
As I said, you are truly remarkable." Again, the color rose in Angel's cheeks.
The waitress arrived with the food and wine shortly. She brought a Coke for
Angel, and wine for Alfred. Alfred asked the waitress for an extra glass,
so that he could share Angel's coke, and she went and brought one, along
with an extra straw.
Alfred turned his attention to dinner. Mmmm, he thought to himself, his steak
looked delicious. He picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled salt on the
steak. Then he took his knife and sawed off a bite-sized piece. Ahhhhhh,
perfection, he thought. Then he turned to the mashed potatoes, loaded with
creamy butter, and took a spoonful.
He looked back up at Angel, and saw her wolfing down the foot-long steak
sandwich. She looked like she was enjoying her meal just as much as he was
enjoying his. He turned his attention back to dinner.
The waitress stopped by their table to make sure everything was okay. After
both Alfred and Angel assured her that the food was delicious and that they
didn't need anything else, the waitress left.
They didn't talk much as they ate. Both of them realized that it had been
quite a while since they'd had anything significant to eat and they had become
quite hungry. Besides, the food really was delicious and comments about these
things were all they paused for as they enjoyed their meals.
Alfred broke open the sealed extra straw, and inserted it into Angel's soda.
He took a good sip. "Would you like some wine?" he asked her.
"Sure. I've never tasted wine before. I'd like to try it." So Alfred poured
a little of his wine into the spare glass, and gave it to her. They both
raised their glasses up, and touched their glasses together. Then Alfred
took a small sip, and Angel took one with only a short hesitation.
"Mmmmm . . ." hummed Alfred.
They finished their meal, talking about various things, eating the food,
drinking soda and wine. Angel asked for a soda refill, and Alfred got a second
glass of wine.
When the waitress came with their check, Alfred endorsed the airlines dinner
voucher and assisted Angel in doing the same with hers.
They left the restaurant and walked back towards the bus stop. Alfred held
Angel's hand as they walked. "What would you like to do now?" he asked Angel.
"Are you ready to go back to the hotel or do you have something else in mind
that you'd like to do before we head back?"
"Oh, I think I'm ready to get back to the hotel and . . . um . . . relax,"
she answered and gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm sure we can find something
to do there," she explained, grinning at him. After a moments pause, she
added, "Don't they have cable there? I'm sure we can always find a movie
or something to watch on TV."
"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Alfred responded. "I can't think of anything
I'd rather do right now."
They waited only a few minutes before the bus arrived. They boarded the bus
and found 2 seats where they could sit together. Alfred put his arm around
Angel's shoulders and she rested her head against his side as the bus pulled
away from the curb. He put his other hand on her knee, and she put her hand
over his, and they cuddled like that until the bus arrived back at their
Hotel.
Chapter 5
They walked hand in hand to their room. Alfred took the remote control and
sat down on the edge of the bed, and Angel climbed up on his lap. He put
one arm around her waist, and pointed the remote at the television. "Shall
we just see what's on now?" he asked.
"Sure." Angel leaned back against him. Alfred clicked the television on,
and began surfing the channels. He clicked through a couple news shows, a
couple unknown movies, and one show that looked like a talk show.
The next channel showed a dark-haired woman lying on her back, shrieking
and twisting from side to side. Squeezed between her thighs could be seen
the top of a man's head, apparently licking her out for all it was worth.
"What's this?" Angel said quickly, placing her hand on the remote to keep
Alfred from changing the channel. "Yum, that looks good. I bet she's enjoying
that."
"yeah, he might be enjoying himself a bit too," Alfred grinned.
"Let's watch this for a while," Angel suggested, "to see what else happens.
'kay?"
"Okay, if you want to . . ." Alfred agreed, bending his head down and giving
Angel a kiss on the neck.
"Mmmm," Angel hummed. "Hold on," she said, climbing out of Alfred's lap,
"I want to get more comfortable." With that, she began to get undressed.
It was during commercials, and the station had billed itself as the Playboy
Channel. As Angel slipped her dress over her head, she asked, "Why don't
you get comfortable, too?"
"Oh yes, of course." Only then did Alfred realize how hot and stuffy he was
in his suit. He stood up and took off his suit jacket, and then dropped his
pants. He took off his socks, then looked nervously at Angel. She was down
to her panties, but now was just standing there looking at him.
He took off his shirt, but for some unknown reason, felt nervous about taking
his underwear off. His breath came in short gasps. His dick bulged hard through
his underpants. Angel looked nervous, too. They stood looking at each other.
Finally, he thought to himself, the heck with it, and yanked his underwear
down. The elastic band on his briefs caught the head of his dick and yanked
it down as well. When his underwear descended below his dick, it sprung up,
bobbing comically up and down. How undignified he must look, he thought,
as he pulled his underpants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.
When he looked up again, Angel had just stepped out of her panties. He sat
back down on the bed, and Angel sat on his lap again. Alfred's dick was squashed
between them and pressed up against Angel's back. He put his arms around
her, and his left hand slowly stroked up her lovely bare thigh towards her
pussy.
The commercials ended, and the show resumed. A second man joined the man
and woman already there. He pulled off his clothes and stuck his twelve-inch
hard penis into the woman's mouth, while the other man continued to eat her
out. The woman continued moaning and rasping, as she took his penis in her
mouth and sucked it. Her moaning and rasping came out primarily from her
nose, and became more muffled as she took his dick farther and farther into
her mouth and down her throat. The woman arched her back and turned her head
way up. The man kneeled down with his knees just above the woman's head,
and leaned down over her, and began thrusting, pushing his penis deeper into
her mouth and down her throat. The angle of the view shifted to show the
woman's mouth and neck. Alfred could actually see the progression of the
head of the man's dick, as it went farther and farther down her throat; it
widened her neck just a bit.
Finally, his dick was all the way in, and his testicles were at her chin.
"Wow!" Angel exclaimed in awe, "she sure can swallow a lot of cock!"
"She sure can," Alfred agreed, mesmerized by the action on the TV and the
feel of Angel's soft skin under his fingertips.
"I bet he really likes that," Angel offered.
"I imagine so," Alfred concurred, moving his fingers onto Angel's warm, moistening
mound.
The man on the screen began to fuck the woman's mouth. Before long, he withdrew
his huge phallus completely and began to jerk his gism all over her face.
The woman moaned and tossed her head from side to side as though she were
experiencing her own orgasm.
"Why did he do that?" Angel asked.
"Do what?" Alfred retorted, his attention concentrated on his cutaneous senses
at the moment.
"Pull out and come on her face?" Angel clarified.
Alfred gave a little chuckle. "It is a little silly, isn't it?" he said.
"He probably did that so we could see him come. It seems like they're always
pulling out like that in these sorts of movies. You're right, though, it's
unnatural. Believe me, it feels much better to come in your . . . um, I mean,
to come in the girl's mouth."
Angel giggled, then leaned her head back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
On the screen, the scene had switched to two different women, both completely
naked, each lapping the other's cunt in a 69 position.
"I don't like this," said Angel, as Alfred's fingers slowly slid up and down
her pussy. "This is boring. Let's look at something else." With that, she
pointed the remote control, and clicked.
The next channel showed another news program, and Angel clicked again. The
movie "Back to the Future" was being announced, to start in a few minutes.
Angel said, "Hey, I like this movie! Let's watch it."
"Oh yes, that's a wonderful movie." Alfred remembered it from years ago.
As they waited for the movie to start, Angel said, "Just a minute," and got
up from his lap. She gathered all the pillows from the bed and stacked them
against the headboard behind Alfred. "here, lean back against these and make
yourself comfortable," she directed.
Alfred did as she suggested, then Angel climbed back on his lap, raised herself
up and faced the television set. She positioned his penis, and sat down.
His penis slid right up her pussy, with little resistance. Alfred felt himself
nearly come, as she shifted about and made herself comfortable, her legs
hanging outside his legs. He put his arms around her, and caressed her, and
she leaned back against him.
The opening section of the movie began. Alfred watched motionless as Michael
J. Fox adjusted the sound equipment in the lab, and then made his way to
school via skateboard.
Alfred found it difficult to concentrate on the movie with his sensitive
erection sheathed to the hilt in Angel's tight pussy. The slightest movement
brought him nearly to the point of orgasm as he held and caressed this young
girl. He brought one hand up to fondle her breast, toying with and squeezing
the nipple, while his other hand stroked her bare thigh and flat stomach,
occasionally dipping down between her legs to tease her clit. Gradually,
he was able to begin a slow, gentle rocking of his hips, moving his dick
slightly in and out of Angel's grasping cunt.
He shortly found himself absorbed in the movie. Angel occasionally squeezed
her tight cunt around his hard dick. He absently fingered her tiny clit and
the folds of her pussy as he watched the movie. They both began rocking faster,
as the Libyans appeared and chased down and shot the scientist. Angel moaned
and gasped, and her breathing turned raspy. Then Marty jumped in the deLorean
and fled as the Libyans chased him around the parking lot. A tingling flowed
from his dick, and exploded throughout his body and mind as Marty reached
eighty-eight miles per hour. Angel yelled and froze at the same time, and
her pussy pulsated like crazy about his dick, which kept spurting and spurting
his semen.
Alfred's orgasm subsided first. His dick began to shrink, but Angel's continued
pulsing kept it semi-hard. He started to pull his hand away from her pussy
when he felt her calming down, but she grabbed his hand and pushed it back
to her pussy and gasped out, "No! Don't stop! Keep doing it." So he kept
fingering her and rocking his body, and her orgasm flared again.
As his one hand continued to massage Angel's clit, scooping up their mingled
juices seeping out of her hole, Alfred took advantage of his relaxed state
to stroke and caress her body with his other hand. He kneaded her breast
and squeezed her nipple, then moved his hand down over her stomach and on
to her thigh. Her skin was so soft and youthful. As his hands worked their
magic, he bent his head and began softly kissing Angel on the neck and shoulder.
He continued kissing and caressing the girl while watching the movie. Angel's
orgasm didn't stop completely; her pulsing about his penis slowed down to
a heavy heartbeat. His hand massaged and pressed her pussy in rhythm. He
found himself absorbed by the movie, with his pulsating penis a strong background
sensation.
At one point, during a commercial, Alfred realized that he had to go to the
bathroom pretty badly. He carefully lifted Angel off his lap, and when she
whined in surprise, explained that he had to go to the bathroom: "I'll be
right back. I have to go pretty badly."
"Please hurry back. I need you inside me," replied Angel.
Alfred's dick, which had been only semi-hard, immediately hardened at that.
When he reached the toilet and lifted up the toilet seat, he had to push
his dick down like a lever and point it at the toilet bowl. He could only
pee in short spurts, and it was difficult and a little painful. But eventually,
he got it all out with a loud sigh of relief.
He squeezed out the last few drops, washed his hands, and then returned to
the bed. As soon as he sat down on the edge, Angel climbed back on his lap,
raised herself up, aimed his still-hard dick, and sat down hard. His dick
slid right up her. He realized that his copious ejaculation had lubricated
her well.
They turned and continued watching the movie.
It was nine in the evening when the movie ended. The TV announced that the
next movie would be "Back to the Future, Part II." Alfred asked if Angel
wanted to watch that, and she answered, "Of course. And we'll watch the third
one after this."
While the first movie was a fun, exciting, suspenseful, and romantic romp
into the past, the second turned out to be a dark, scary, depressing, and
equally suspenseful trip to the future, back to a horrifying alternate present,
and finally back to the same time as the first movie.
As Angel had predicted, the third movie followed right afterwards.
Angel was yawning heavily by the time the third movie ended around 1:30 at
night, and Alfred was pretty sleepy, too. They both went to the bathroom,
washed and brushed their teeth.
They went to bed in each others arms. Angel fell asleep immediately. Alfred
kissed her forehead and slept . . .
Chapter 6
He gradually woke up to the now-familiar tingle of lips and tongue on the
underside of his penis.
"Mmm . . . that feels so good," he moaned as Angel slid his erection between
her lips.
Slurping up his shaft, she kissed the tip as she let it slip from her mouth.
"Umm-hum," she hummed as she began to crawl atop him. "But I want one more
fuck before we have to leave to catch our plane." She straddled him and eased
herself down, impaling his rigid member deep in her cunt. She sat still for
a moment, allowing the delicious feelings to wash over them before she began
to move slowly up and down over his cock.
Alfred's hands stroked the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling her muscles
flexing as she moved up and down on him. Her body felt so good to his touch.
And, her body's intimate contact with him felt so good to him and brought
him such exquisite pleasure. He wanted to savor this experience and make
it last.
Alfred moved one hand between Angel's thighs and began teasing her clit as
his stiff rod moved in and out of her pussy. Angel gave a long low moan and
picked up the pace of her movement.
Suddenly, she sat down hard on him, burying him very deeply in her young
body and putting pressure on her clit. She ground herself against his hand
as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. Finally, she collapsed
forward on him and gave him a deep and passionate French kiss.
Alfred wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to him. His hands
roamed over her back and butt and thighs. He began moving slowly in and out
of her as they kissed.
Angel broke the kiss and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Alfred, that was so good," she murmured. "It still is. I love fucking
you. Fuck me hard, Alfred. Fuck me hard and fast."
Alfred could hold back no longer. The words and actions of this young girl
drove him crazy. He began to pivot his hips, sliding his cock in and out
of her at an ever-increasing pace, slamming harder and harder into her on
each inward stroke. Angel gave a little grunt each time he slammed into her.
Finally, the grunts turned into one long moan as another orgasm swept over
Angel's body.
This was all the stimulation that Alfred could handle. With one final deep
thrust, he began to spurt his hot seed into Angel's depths. Grasping her
hips tightly and pushing deep into her young pussy, Alfred pumped jet after
jet of his hot semen into her. As their orgasms subsided, they lay wordlessly
catching their breaths.
Jet after jet, Alfred thought to himself as he dozed away, Angel laying on
top of him. Jet after jet, spurting semen up in her . . . jet after jet .
. . jet . . . jet . . .
He yanked himself awake in terror. "Our flight. When does it leave?"
Angel yawned, lifted her torso up from Alfred's chest, and answered, "The
plane departs at eleven. I checked yesterday, as soon as we got the info.
The bus is coming at ten for us. We have plenty of time. It's seven now;
we can go for breakfast at nine, then catch the bus for the airport. I wanna
have more fun." She smiled and squeezed Alfred's dick, still up deep inside
her.
"But let me at least set the alarm."
Alfred began to lift Angel off him, but Angel whined, "Don't, please. I need
you inside me." So Alfred carefully slid his legs off the bed, and stood
up, carrying Angel still impaled on his dick. He waddled over to the alarm
clock on the television.
He couldn't figure out how to set the alarm, and was having trouble holding
Angel up at the same time. Angel said, "Here, let me try." She reached over,
and quickly set the alarm for nine, and Alfred waddled back to bed.
Back in bed, Alfred lay on his back to sleep, with Angel on top of him. Angel
rocked back and forth on him, squeezing and relaxing his dick. Angel's rocking
stimulated Alfred, yet at the same time lulled him off . . .
The next thing he knew, the alarm clock was beeping loudly, startling him
awake. Angel shook him, giggling and saying, "Time to get up, sleepy-head."
Alfred yawned. He really wanted to lie down for just a few minutes, but he
slowly sat up. His dick, all soft now, was still loosely caught inside Angel.
He stood up, carrying Angel wrapped around him and headed for the bathroom.
They got in the shower and soaped each other up, cleansing themselves of
the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated on their bodies. Alfred paid
particular attention to Angel's pussy. "After all," he said, "It's had a
lot of recent action. We have to keep it fresh and clean."
He reached down and grabbed Angel by the ankles, and lifted them up. Angel
yelled as she fell forward against him. "Stop It!" She giggled a little,
so Alfred knew she wasn't too offended or frightened. He lifted her ankles
all the way up, pressing her feet against the ceiling. Angel hung there upside-down.
Alfred turned her to face him, with her back to the shower controls.
Alfred held her ankles up with one hand, while with the other he turned on
the shower full blast and aimed the showerhead right at her pussy. She shrieked
and he put his hand back up and took one ankle, spreading her legs wide apart.
Angel was giggling and squirming against the pulsating water on her pussy,
and she held tight onto his ass.
Alfred moved his face up close to her pussy and gently blew on it. She came
right then and there, dangling from the ceiling. Alfred pressed his lips
on her pussy. He kissed, licked, and buzzed her pussy, bringing her to the
edge and off another half-dozen times. Finally, Angel said enough, and asked
to be set down.
He let her down, and she immediately knelt and took his stiffening cock into
her mouth. She wasted no time in bringing him to full hardness. She wrapped
one hand around the base of his dick and used her other hand to fondle his
balls.
She applied pressure with her tongue along the sensitive underside of his
erection as she slid it in and out of her mouth. Her hand kept pace with
her motion as it slipped along the base of his shaft.
Alfred was wide awake now and could fully appreciate the oral technique of
this young girl. As badly as he wanted it to last, she had him climaxing
in no time. As before, she held the head of his dick in her mouth as she
milked every last drop of semen out of his body, not allowing a single drop
to escape.
Finally, Angel stood and they rinsed each other off one last time. They took
a few towels out of the bathroom and dried each other off. Alfred dressed
up in a clean casual suit and packed his clothes. Meanwhile, Angel changed
into the black cropped T-shirt and micro-miniskirt that she'd worn the day
before, and packed her stuff up.
They walked out, carrying their luggage and holding hands. Alfred was momentarily
worried that others might guess what they had been up to. But nobody paid
much attention to them. They checked out of the motel and went for breakfast.
They ate breakfast mostly in silence. Alfred gazed at Angel across the table,
and Angel gazed back. He held his left hand on the table, clasped in hers.
Angel briefly pulled her hand away, saying, "Just a minute." She opened her
handbag and removed an intricately fashioned string of beads. "here," she
said, "this is a friendship bracelet. I want you to have it." She placed
it in his hand. "I made it myself."
"Thank you, Angel. That's very nice of you. It's beautiful. I will keep this
and think of you always." He slipped the bracelet into his jacket pocket.
When breakfast was over, they paid with the airline vouchers, and then went
outside. A couple of busses were already there to take passengers back to
the airport. They got on the bus, stowed their luggage, and sat down next
to each other.
The bus started off, and shortly arrived at the airport. They checked in
and got on the plane. It was the same plane as they'd flown in on, and the
seating assignments were the same, so Alfred got to sit next to Angel again.
He asked a stewardess for a blanket, commenting that it might get a little
chilly when the air-conditioning went on. The stewardess brought one shortly,
and Alfred covered Angel and himself. They held hands underneath the blanket.
The plane took off, and flew toward Seattle. Alfred leaned his seat back
and rested, as did Angel. Angel surreptitiously reached across underneath
the blanket, and took his off-side hand and placed it on her thigh underneath
her skirt. He let it rest there, not caressing or fondling. The motion of
the aircraft eventually lulled him to sleep.
He woke up just as the Captain announced the approach into Seattle. He pulled
his seat upright, and at the same time Angel woke up and did the same. The
plane landed and taxied to the gate. The stewardess spoke over the loudspeaker.
"We wish you a warm welcome to Seattle, and again, we apologize for any inconvenience
the delay has caused . . ."
Finally, they arrived at the gate. Alfred and Angel remained for awhile,
while everyone else got their carry-on luggage and slowly walked out of the
plane. When the plane was mostly empty, they got up and gathered their own
belongings.
Angel took Alfred's hand and held it as they deplaned. They said goodbye
to the stewardesses as they passed by them.
Angel let go of his hand shortly before entering the terminal. Once out of
the gateway, she quickly said, "Goodbye Alfred," and ran toward a family
that Alfred decided must be hers. He watched her covertly, as he walked out
of the waiting area and into the corridor.
He turned back for one last look at her, and she waved at him. Did she wink,
too? He couldn't quite tell. As he walked away, he suddenly realized that
he had forgotten to get her email address or any other contact information.
When he looked around for her, she was gone. He felt in his jacket pocket
and found the friendship bracelet she had given him. That, and the sweet
memories, was all he had to remind him of the Angel that had touched his
body and his heart. He'd treasure both forever.
--- THE END ---
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