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Subject:      NEW STORY: Plainman, Trip 2/7 (mf, mf)
From:         Plainman <an10176@anon.nymserver.com>
Date:         1997/03/14
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Newsgroups:   alt.sex.stories
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This story has explicit sexual content, and shouldn't be read by minors.

Hope you enjoy.

Plainman

                          TRIP, 2

                 "Knowledge by Acquaintance"

                         by Plainman

Joe: So are you going out or back?

Princess: Out - business trip for two nights. You?

J: Yep, out; yep, business trip; and yep, two nights! - Uh,
thanks, I'll have tomato juice -

P: Club soda for me - so what are you up to?

J: I'm with a consulting firm - we have a partners'
committee that meets in New York twice a year and that's
what I'm going for. You?

P: I'm a lawyer; I'll see my client's New York lawyer
tomorrow morning, the client out in Jersey tomorrow
afternoon and evening, and we have a meeting with the other
side the next morning, then I'll catch a late flight back
that night.

J: That's the 8?

P: Yeah. The usual leisurely trip east.

J: Well I'm booked on the 6 o'clock, but if the meeting runs
long maybe I'll be on that one - but God, I hate to get back
that late.

P: The whole thing's gotten so out of control - I hate these
trips now. I love New York, used to look forward to going
there - see a show, go to a museum, try a new restaurant.
Now it's just work-work-work when I'm there, and I miss my
kids and get back as soon as I can.

J: Kids - yeah, I know what you mean. My oldest is twelve,
about to plunge into the abyss - last night my wife was
saying what a cute baby he had been - she practically cried.
Every week is precious.

P: Listen, this is too much, *I* have a twelve year old boy
too - and it makes ME cry to think what's going to become of
him - OK, I'll race you to see who can get the pictures out
first...

***

P: So Jody tells me this girl in his class has complained to
the principal that Benny Weinmeister is SEXUALLY HARASSING
her! I mean Jody has this thin solemn little look, behind
his big owl-like spectacles, and he says this in his little
boy high voice, and I'm thinking to myself - even my nerdy
kid's a stallion compared to poor little Benny - and I am
struggling to keep a straight face. So I ask what Benny is
supposed to have done, and guess what? He's....

***

J: Well - so has Jody crossed the great divide?

P: Puberty?

J: Yeah.

P: How am I supposed to know! I mean a mom can't just ask
"Are you playing with yourself yet, sweetie?" I mean they
aren't going to TELL you. A girl gets her period and mom
hears about it right away. A boy gets off for the first time
and who knows? Well, his buddies I guess...

J: What about the laundry inspection method - that's how my
mother knew?

P: Yeah, but let me ask you - do you wash your kid's sheets
or underwear regularly? Does your wife?

J: No, and no - it's Alicia.

P: Right. In our case, Luz. Listen there are maids all over
West L.A. telling each other in Spanish just how much sex is
going on in the houses they work in.

J: Or not going on.

P: Yeah, as the case may be - though I guess with teenagers
there isn't much  not'.

J: No, only with the parents - who are working overtime to
keep them in shoes and cell phones... So anyway - you don't
know where your twelve-year-old is - no more than I do about
mine?

P: Well, there's the change of voice and body hair and
stuff, and from them I figure Jody is still not really any
more capable than Benny Weinmeister of any serious sexual
harassment.

J: Yeah that's what Amy figures about Billy. But she's
biased. She wants him to go slow.

P: And you?

J: I don't know - I just don't know ... You know, having a
daughter, like you do - I sure wish I did too - I'm thinking
what a big difference, coming into adolescence - a girl gets
there with her first period, a boy with his first
ejaculation.

P: Damn right it's a difference - think about it - I'd sure
have felt a lot better if my new equipment had given me a
great new feeling between my legs - instead of making me
wear a bloody rag there.

J: But isn't it true that girls actually start having
orgasms younger than boys?

P: Well that's a secret of the sisterhood - anyway, not that
many girls figure out how to make it happen, and the ones
who do tend to feel ashamed. Think about it - a little girl
would die if anyone knew she was masturbating - but as soon
as a little BOY squirts some white stuff out of his joystick
he brags about it to all the fellas.

J: Yeah - Amy told me about all her old lovers before she
told me about that.

P: It's true though - a few little girls do get there first
- most don't, some don't get there at all. I was one of the
lucky ones - Trooper was amazed when he found out how young
I was the first time - and he had an older sister and was a
big ladies man all through school.

Joe: So listen - if I tell you about my first time, will you
tell me about yours?

Princess: I don't know, Joe - secrets of the sisterhood and
all...

Joe: I'm trustworthy.

Princess: That's what they all say!

Joe: And THAT'S what Amy always says.

Princess: Amy, yes ... you know, Joe, most of the married
guys who talk with me on planes never mention their wives,
but you do - I like that. But what would Amy think about
this conversation?

Joe: I have a feeling this is a test question.

Princess: Maybe so - so tell the truth!

Joe: Well, mmm, let's see...   hey, is your real name by any
chance Claire?

Princess: No - though that IS my sister-in-law's name - why
do you ask? And listen - don't think you are going to get my
real name out of me - that's a much deeper secret than my
sex life.

Joe: Well, last night Amy and I were, uh, talking about this
trip, making up a little story about it, and in this story
my seatmate on this flight was an attractive woman named
Claire. I gotta say, when I saw you coming down the aisle
when you first got on, I was thinking  Claire' -

Princess: And then I turned out to have the seat next to
you?

Joe: I can't say I was disappointed - you sure beat the
average salesman with his laptop and his Grisham novel.

Princess: Well I have my laptop, a neat supernotebook - here
in my briefcase - see - but it seems to be happy where it
is.

Joe: And Sharon Olds instead of Grisham?

Princess: Aw, that's just my version of a Harlequin...
Anyway, thanks for the compliment, you gallant man - I sorta
thought you looked promising too. And then when we turned
out both to have twelve year old boys... Anyway, back to Amy
and last night - so you guys were  making up a story' and
 talking', huh? A little pillow talk?

Joe: Well yes -

Princess: And did this Claire by any chance serve any
special purpose in this little story?

Joe: Well, you could say so - she was, uh, sort of a
CATALYST.

Princess: Uh-huh. You're like my husband - thoughts of
hotels and airports turn you on - you get frisky when you're
about to travel? Male wanderlust sets in?

Joe: Amy used the word "frisky" herself... well, I do get
frisky, I guess, but whether I do or not, we have a ritual -
we call it flight insurance - if we make love right before a
trip, we guarantee that the plane won't crash.

Princess: You know we have the same ritual! Flight
insurance, huh? Great name - I'll have to tell Trooper ...
Anyway, this story you guys were making up - this Claire -
did you and Claire just talk in this story - or was there
more to it than that?

Joe: Well, hey, I mean, umm... -

Princess: Tongue-tied, Joe? Too personal a question? Listen,
if I'm going to be Claire, don't you think I have a right to
know what I was doing last night in your bedroom?

Joe: Ummm... well - Princess, I don't know what to make of
you... listen, are you free for dinner tonight?

Princess: Well it so happens I was planning to pig out on
room service and watch NYPD Blue - but dinner with a nice
man like you has its attractions - I might actually get to
eat at one of the restaurants I've been hearing about. But
listen - before I decide to have dinner with you, I want to
get back to Amy for a minute. What WOULD she say about your
asking me to have dinner? Do you guys have an arrangement?

Joe: Well, um  - not exactly.

Princess: [Laughs] You sound like the Hertz ad.

Joe: OK - we never sat down and made up rules - but we do
talk together about being with other people - and we do have
an agreement on old lovers, and celebrities.

Princess: But what you do on the road - meeting strangers -
you don't have a deal about that?

Joe: Well, it's sort of implicit - I tell her stories - she
likes the stories - we don't get into whether they are real
or fantasies.

Princess: And what about her - does she tell stories?

Joe: Oh yes.

Princess: I gather some of your little stories are true.

Joe: Well, a couple of them had some basis in fact - but I'm
really not into playing around much - it's literally just
two women - apart from a couple of old girlfriends.

Princess: And her stories - are any of them true?

Joe: I don't think so - I know most of them aren't. But it's
not a double standard thing, if that's what you are asking.
Like, she definitely is free to sleep with her old
boyfriend.

Princess: And has she ever done it?

Joe: Yes, once that I know about for sure ... and she tells
stories about doing it when I'm out of town, and it's
possible she has, but I don't think so except for that once.

Princess: And of course she is free to sleep with Hugh
Grant.

Joe: Yes - and Bill Clinton.

Princess: But him only if you get to make it with Hillary?

Joe: Well - she's supposed to ask the Pres for a swap but
not INSIST... So listen - do I pass inspection for
chauvinist pighood?

Princess: [Laughs] OK - who am I to certify you, anyway?

Joe: Maybe I should ask you some questions -

Princess: But YOU don't think it's any of your business -

Joe: And YOU think I don't even care about your real life -
being a man I only want one thing... OK, what about you and
your husband - Trooper, is it? Where did he get that name?

Princess: Oh my best friend started calling him "the
trooper" when he and I were first going out - when I told
her he looked like a sexy highway patrolman - he's big, and
a little stiff, very cute - sort of a sexier Al Gore with a
mustache - actually you saw him, one of the pictures.

Trooper: And he's a lawyer too?

Princess: A Deputy DA - a very good prosecutor.

Joe: So you guys have an arrangement?

Princess: Arrangement, hell, we have a whole fucking legal
system! The main rule is we are allowed, as long as we clear
it with the other person first.

Joe: So if you and I go out to dinner, you call him first
and get his OK?

Princess: Well not if it was just going to be dinner - you
know, sometimes dinner is just dinner.

Joe: Hey, listen, I just asked you for dinner - it was YOU
who escalated.

Princess: Oh come on, Joe, you know that's bullshit - you
and CLAIRE didn't just go out to dinner, did you?

Joe: Well...

Princess: Maybe I should hear more about your evening with
Claire so I can learn what to anticipate...

Joe: Hmmm, might be arranged - But Trooper, you will call
him and tell him about me?

Princess: Yes - if I'm going to stay within the rules.

Joe: Sometimes you don't?

Princess: Well, maybe, but let's not get into that - I'm in
a very law-abiding mood on this trip. I like you. I liked
the way you didn't start out hitting on me right away, the
way you talked about your kids and Amy, I like that you're
smart, that you're funny. And I think you're very cute.

Joe: Ah that "cute" is the key - most of the girls only like
me for my brains - a poor guy needs some respect for his
body... Anyway, I really like you too - and I must say I've
never met anyone quite like you.

Princess: If I may say so myself, there's only one Princess
- and you are about to join her court.

******

Joe: So how about a kiss?

Princess: Come on, Joe ... get real! Here we are in business
class on an LA-to-Kennedy morning flight - you're a partner
in a consulting firm - me in a big law firm - half the
downtown establishment's probably on this plane - and you
want to start necking in full view of everyone?

Joe: Well, the movie's still on and the lights are down.

Princess: Yeah, and we're invisible!

Joe: I guess you're right - I lost my head.

Princess: It's OK - I know I drive men mad - but listen, we
COULD hold hands -

Joe: What a great idea! - presto, the armrest folds up -

Princess: Wait a minute, let me spread the blanket -

Joe: There... nice. Oooh, sparks.

Princess: I'll say - wow! - You know I haven't held hands
like this for a long time, not when it was the only thing I
COULD do. It's very erotic.

Joe: Did you hold hands in movies when you were a kid?

Princess: God, I loved it - but I always worried about what
the boy would think when I got sweaty.

Joe: Yeah I know what you mean - but getting sweaty palms
was part of it.

Princess: Sort of like getting sweaty all over with each
other - not that I knew anything about that back then. But
that's right, it was sexy to swap sweat.

Joe: Swapping sweat could lead on to swapping spit.

Princess: And on to swapping big-time sweat -

Joe: And other precious bodily fluids... You know we still
have all our  first-time' stories to tell each other.

Princess: Stories - yeah, that's another thing it's a lot of
fun to swap.

...

Joe: Princess, you wicked girl - do you know what THAT
means?

Princess: Did you guys have that rule too?

Joe: Absolutely - if a girl tickled your palm, it meant she
was willing to go to bed with you - it was an absolute
article of faith - I kept waiting for it to happen - of
course it never did - until now. All things come to those
who wait...  It is SO sexy.

Princess: Maybe because of what the tickling finger
represents...

Joe: Mine has certainly risen from his slumbers...

Princess: And my little one is stirring in her bed.

Joe: Is the bed moist?

Princess: I think so - ooh, when I squeeze my thighs
together it really feels good. Let's see about you...

Joe: Princess, you're the one who said we shouldn't neck -

Princess: This isn't necking, it's below-the-waisting - no
one can see under the blanket - ooh you are all big and
hard, you naughty man - I'm glad you're wearing jeans -
denim over hard cock is a real touch treat.

Joe: Princess - godalmighty...

Princess: Keep your voice down!... Later if you're a good
boy I'm going to suck this like a popsicle...

Joe: Wow - what do I have to do to be a good boy?

Princess: Tickle me in my favorite erogenous zone.

Joe: And which one's that?

Princess: You know - the one you've been working on all
along - Dr. Kissinger's favorite...

Joe: Your brain!

Princess: That's the one.

Joe: But what about your heart?

Princess: Well my heart belongs to Daddy. I do think YOU'VE
got a good heart - but remember what Mae West said -

Joe: Goodness has nothing to do with it?

Princess: Joe, honey, these sweat pants I'm wearing are nice
and loose around the waist...

Joe: Yes they are -

Princess: Just keep your hand movements kind of discreet -
like I'm doing with you -

Joe: Just that little finger pressure on and off - you're
driving me crazy -

Princess: I wouldn't want you to have an accident or waste
any of those precious fluids -

Joe: I'll save myself for you, Princess -

Princess: But you musn't make any assumptions - a girl can
always change her mind -

Joe: Princess, you aren't a cockteaser!?

Princess: That's an archaic concept - we modern women reject
it.

Joe: You mean I have to keep saying clever things if I'm
gonna get laid?

Princess: Oooooh, not when you do that - yes, just like that
- yesssss!

Joe: That flight attendant gave us sort of a funny look.

Princess: Oh they've seen everything before - oops, that's a
suspicious little noise -

Joe: A giant sucking sound -

Princess: Pardon me my good man - what are you implying?

Joe: You're drawing resources south of the border.

Princess: Ooooh - that's it - Joe you have a lovely touch -
I think I can actually get there - just keep swirling it
around like that -

Joe: Uh, is doing THIS without hubby's permission within the
rules?

Princess: Shut up, you asshole - keep on - put your ear down
so I can whisper to you... oh... ohhhhh... I'm going to come
- I'm going to come - you're making me come - your finger is
making me come - come, come, come, COME - ahhhhhhh!... whew
- very nice - hey that puts us in the mile high club, at
least the junior division!

Joe: For the senior division you need penetration?

Princess: I think that's the rule - I've had this fantasy
about going up in the cockpit and doing it with one of those
cute captains - imagine getting cock in a COCKPIT!

Joe: But this is a first for you?

Princess: My first other-induced orgasm in a plane. Thank
you, sir, for the milestone... Now let's see about taking
care of you. Hmmm -  I can't move my hand much more than
this without it getting too obvious.

Joe: Princess, that feels SO good, but I don't think I'm
going to get there from that ... It's OK, I'll do better
later if I take a raincheck - oops, forgot, I'm not supposed
to assume about later - Trooper might veto me - your mood
might shift - I'm at the mercy of modern woman - and modern
marriage - Ohhhh, that's so nice!

Princess: Sssh - we gotta keep this our little secret... I
could unzip you... briefs huh? - mmm, where's the opening in
these guys? - ooooooh, there he is - bring him out through
the little slit - what a hard fella we have here... hard on
the inside, soft on the outside... Is that the best place?

Joe: A little lower down - Yeah, mmmmm - and keep moving
around - any one spot can get numb -

Princess: I know - the equipment's not THAT different - good
old Ma Nature - practice, practice, practice ... mmmm -
shall I whisper things to you, or would you rather I just
touched?

Joe: Whisper - little nothings - sweet things...

Princess: How  bout some little nasty things?

Joe: Those too... I don't think we got much time before the
movie ends -

Princess: It's OK, this is the back of business class - the
only one who might notice us is the stew, and we could
invite her to join us...

Joe: I'm a cheerleader man, not a stewardess man...

Princess: Mmmmm, let's see ... OK, here's the deal. You're
parked in lover's lane - the night after the big game - with
Claire the cheerleader, your friend from AP English - you
and she have been talking about books and life and stuff
after class all year and you've been yearning from afar -
she came to you in tears a couple of hours ago - her
boyfriend the quarterback had dumped her - said she's too
intellectual, and he's going out with her dumb slut rival on
the pep squad - you give her a shoulder to cry on - leads to
a kiss - and, to your amazement, here you are... You've been
kissing with your mouths open, duelling tongues - she's
pressing her nice perky breasts up against you - you put a
hand on one to see if she means it - she gives a little
welcoming wiggle - you can feel the nipple hardening through
the t-shirt and bra - you flick it with your fingers and she
moans a little - you slip your hands under her t-shirt -
oooh, her skin feels so soft and smooth - she shivers a
little - you bring your hands up and cup her breasts - she
has a sheer bra on, you can feel the hard nipples standing
up through it, and the softness around them - you twirl the
nipples between your thumb and finger and she moans again,
more loudly -  Oh Joe' she says -  I've dreamed of this' -
the bra has a front catch, and you unhook it - the wonderful
breasts you have so often dreamed about fill your two hands
- you bend over to suck them and she cradles your head, and
writhes up to meet your lips and tongue - she moans again -
you feel her hand on your leg, and she touches your hardness
through your pants - you make a little noise - she is
wearing a short skirt and you touch her bare thigh - she
slightly spreads her legs, welcoming you - your hand goes to
the incredibly soft skin on the inside - reaches her panties
- oh, yes, they are damp in the crotch - she scoots her
bottom down and spreads her legs more - you slide your
finger underneath, and find her wet little opening through
the hairs - with her wetness on your fingers you find her
clittie and touch it - she moans and moans -  Shall we get
in back?' you ask, and she says "oh yes!" - once you're
there, she unbuckles your belt and unzips your jeans -
reaches in and touches your cock - like this - but she pulls
your pants all the way down and off - gets on her knees on
the back floor and takes you in her mouth - what an
incredible feeling, that soft wetness engulfing your cock,
while she plays with the lower shaft with one hand and with
your balls with the other - she licks a finger and slides it
between your cheeks and touches you in back - hey, honey,
you likin' this?

Joe: Oh keep going - I think I'm might come after all ...

Princess: This girl scout is prepared with a tissue - just
give a warning ... anyway, you look down and see her sweet
pretty little all-American girl face, the blond curly hair,
the blue eyes - you've so often watched her in English class
- and bouncing up and down at the football game in her
cheerleader outfit - you've dreamed of her - now her plump
pink innocent lips are working your cock and her face is
flushed and excited - she makes little humming sounds as she
sucks you - you start to feel like coming - you lift her up
and she lies back on the seat with her legs apart - you
kneel to lick her but she says  no, later, now I just want
you in me!' - you kneel on the seat between her legs - she
guides you into her - it is so wet, so snug around your cock
- she moans as you enter her and says  Yes!' - she lifts and
spreads her legs further to bring you further in - you put
her legs on your shoulders and thrust deep into her - she
gives her deepest moan yet - as you thrust and thrust, she
thrashes her head back and forth on the seat, her eyes
closed, face red, mouth open -  oh god I've never felt
anything like this - oh Joe, do it to me - make love to me -
oh Joe fuck meeeee!' - and her voice rises to a shrill cry
as she muscles go stiff, she convulses, cries out again...

Joe: Oh, here I come...

Princess: Mmmm - there sweetie - oooh, quite a load - mmmm -
need another tissue... see here on my hand? [licks it] ...
Now aren't you ashamed of yourself? That story was just one
big STEREOTYPE...!

*****

Princess: Damn, I hate this part! It always feels like the
plane is shaking to pieces.

Joe: It's just a few bumps - we'll be on the ground in a
minute. Squeeze as hard as you want. Dig your fingernails
in.

Princess: At least we both took out insurance -

Joe: Oh you too?

Princess: Well we don't call it that - but I told you, it's
a ritual for us too - I woke old Troop up this morning when
the alarm went off, sent him for a quick pee, and then
climbed on for a quickie.

Joe: Princess, you are amazing.

Princess: How come?

Joe: The way I see you now - suffused in a haze of
sensuality, just surrounded by sex.

Princess: And when you first saw me walking down the aisle
this morning? Did you recognize me for the slut I am?

Joe: I saw an attractive professional woman wearing sweats,
with really neat designer glasses, an experienced traveler's
expensive suit bag, and a nice smile.

Princess: But you also saw Claire?

Joe: Well I started hoping for Claire...

Princess: And found her?

Joe: No, I found Princess - which is so much more than I
could have imagined ... Listen, we'll share a cab, okay, and
I'll drop you at your hotel, I'll get set up at mine, we'll
make our calls, then I'll call you and find out if I've been
vetoed.

Princess: Yeah call, but remember - you owe me dinner
whether you're vetoed or not.

Joe: Gee, I don't know how mighty a lover I'll be in any
case - I really didn't mean to join the mile high club -
wonderful as it was -

Princess: I knew you couldn't help yourself once I got you
in my hands ... Anyway, I bet we'll be able to improvise
something or other later.

Joe: So you don't think I'll get vetoed?

Princess: Naah, it's practically a pure formality -
especially since I hauled the Troop's ashes this morning.
When I tell him about you, it'll get him titillated thinking
about it, and he'll start imagining the treats I'll have for
him when I get back.

Joe: So - shall I bring the condoms? - I'll have to get a
supply -

Princess: No need.

Joe: Huh?

Princess: Joe honey, remember we aren't flesh and blood -
we're just characters in a Plainman story...

Joe: But Plainman doesn't put that stipulation up front -
like Mark Aster.

Princess: I'm telling you, I've checked with the CDC in
Atlanta, and there are ABSOLUTELY NO reported cases of
anyone getting an STD from sex with an imaginary character.

Joe: Oh - great - I've been wondering when being fictional
would turn out to be an advantage...

                     -End of Chapter 2-

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