Without a word Andrew bent towards her and took her ankle in his hand, pulling her leg from beneath her, his hands pressed over her toes, and his body heat penetrated her. She felt rigid and nervous; the touch of his hand was something that could not be anticipated. She held her mug between her hands, blowing softly at the steamed liquid, watching his hands move across her toes again and again, and then her ankle, and then her calf. His fingers were firm, strong, demanding…and yet soft, gentle and unassuming all at the same time.
He looked up and stopped when he saw her watching him. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I think I just crossed the line.”
She shook her head, “it’s okay…it was okay.”
“Just okay?” he teased.
Her cheeks reddened. “It was great.”
His hands moved again over her foot, each toe, her ankle and her calf, then up to the back of her knee, his hand under her robe.
Camille sipped her tea some and set it back on the coffee table, her eyes glued to him.
“At the risk of ruining the moment, I’m going to say something.”
She leaned her head against the couch with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?”
“This is very easy.”
“What is?”
“Being here…with you.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Maybe it’s just me.”
She shook her head, “it’s not just you.” The words were soft and clear.
“No?”
She shook her head; her face flushed hot, heart pounding.
“Wow, well that’s not what I expected you to say.”
“What did you expect?”
“Oh, I don’t know…something more like ‘get the hell out’.
She laughed, shaking her head.
“Well then, how far do we take this new found ease?” His hand had inched ever so slowly up her leg, over her knee, and up the side of her thigh to her hip and he moved unassumingly closer to her. She stretched both of her legs across his and his hands continued their mesmerizing assault. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head shyly and watched as he opened her robe, revealing her smooth soft skin, caressing every inch with his fingers, and then his tongue.
‘I have a confession,” she whispered.
“What would that be?”
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she blushed. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, her tongue darting softly around his. She unbuttoned his pants and freed his shaft, stroking steadily as he sunk into the couch.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and her tongue slipped out and around the head of his dick, while her hand still gripped it, pulling, pushing, pulling and pushing some more. Slowly, methodically she took it into her mouth, back towards her throat and sucked it gently as he gasped and grabbed her hair. She sucked on his cock, moaning all the while, as he worked to maintain control of himself, control that was quickly slipping away. He could feel her tongue moving along the bottom of his shaft, warm and wet, her lips, soft and eager. About to cum, he pulled her off of him, threw her on the couch and climbed on top of her. She lifted her hips towards him and he buried his cock as quickly as he could, he grabbed her hair again as he fucked her nearly out of control, the entire time thinking of his dick in her wet mouth, her tongue licking his—
He came just then, and felt the cum shoot out hard and fast and he collapsed into her, breathing heavily.
He pressed the head of his cock into her pussy, his lips playing with hers, her fingers digging into his back.
“Can I make love to you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she gasped, and he pushed his eager shaft further. She cried out and he pulled her close as he felt her entire body shudder.
As she pushed against his body, he thrust his cock high inside of her. He went slowly at first, but then faster, pulling it back and thrusting it harder each time. It was almost impossible to prevent himself from exploding inside of her, but she could not control the very same desire, and she kept gasping his name; he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock with each push.
She climaxed quickly, and laced her fingers through his, gripping his hands as tightly as she could, her pussy in spasms. He paused, allowing her to relax for a moment, and she kissed him slowly. They rolled to one side, with his cock still rock hard and buried deep, her leg draped high over his, his rhythm was slow but firm. After a few minutes, she pushed towards him and he fell to his back, and watched as she lowered her hips onto him, her hot cunt enveloping the long, hard shaft. She threw her head back and took in a sharp breath, adjusting to the sensations.
He ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples with his fingers, and finally, she bent towards him and they kissed. When she pulled away and braced her hands on his chest, she had his full attention.
She bit her bottom lip shyly as he watched her move on his cock, her rhythm enchanting. His hand slipped down her front and massaged her clit, exciting them both and quickening her pace as she moved against him. He reached behind her, holding her ass and closed his eyes, listening to her gasps and whispers as they mingled with his own.
Her hips began to jerk up and down, her head tilted back. He watched her, the waves of pleasure visible on her face. She was getting off on him, and he loved it, loved the sight, the feel. His moans were louder now, the sensations she caused, stronger. She grabbed the couch, riding hard. Part of him wanted to savor this longer, but the rest of him could not wait. She bounced on him, his cock driving deep into her each time, and then he sat up, threw his arms around her waist, and came hard as he clung to her. She climaxed with him, and now sunk against his broad chest, breathing deeply. She finally pulled herself from him, turned away, leaning over the arm of the couch, leaving his cock at attention. He immediately cupped his hand around it and stroked it, coated by the wetness.
Though he could not see, he knew. He moved towards her round, butternut ass and let his cock press against it, looking for an eager opening. She was almost oblivious to him now, her legs were open and both hands were teasing her clit. He pushed his chest to her back, and she turned her head towards him as they shared a passionate kiss. He rubbed his cock against her hot pussy and thought he felt her push towards it. She turned, and again they kissed, and when their lips parted she said, “fuck me. Fuck me baby.” He kissed her, barely able to pull his lips away, but as he did, she turned again, her stomach against the bed, and he mounted her from behind, thrusting his dick into her soaked pussy. He stayed there, with one hand on the couch, and one hand gripping her hair, and no matter how loudly she yelled, he fucked her as hard and as long as he could. As she pushed her fingers around her clit, she found herself begging for him to fuck her harder, and somehow he did. When she peaked, he got off just at the sound of her cries. He kissed her again, with even more passion, and her pussy tightened in quick spasms, the feeling was like nothing else.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, his mouth still on hers. She moaned in response as her body began to rock softly. “Oh you do like it,” he whispered, and thrust his tight, hard cock deeper, as her body rocked faster, “you like it when I fuck you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You want me to do it again?”
“Yes…yes…yes…oh, mmmm, uh, uh,” listening to her nearly made him insane, his shaft moved faster, harder, and again, they both peaked again within minutes.
“I bet that pussy tastes good right now, doesn’t it?” He slid to fingers over her clit and brought them to her lips. She sucked them both and he slipped his tongue in, wanting to taste her tasting herself. “That pussy tastes good baby.”
He lowered his lips to her body, down her belly, causing her to moan again, and he dragged his fingers over the short, dark curly hair that covered her sex. She gasped again, and he tried hard to focus on taking his time, savoring this experience, worshiping her. He pushed her thighs farther apart as her body shook slightly- he looked up to her face and found her biting her bottom lip, watching his every move. He lowered his head, parted her swollen flesh with his fingers, and pressed his tongue into her. She cried out instantly, her back arched and she gripped the bed sheets. Slowly he rolled his tongue over her clit, and listened to the sounds of her gasps, felt her jerk beneath his touch.
He moved his tongue rapidly against her clit, then pressed himself closer still and sucked it in between his lips. He felt her hips begin to buck out of control, felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, and felt a surge of wetness on his tongue accompanied by a slow, long moan that parted her lips. He waited a moment, and then drove two fingers deep into her wetness and pressed his lips against her clit once more. Within minutes she orgasmed again, her body shaking out of control, and when the orgasm had subsided, he took her in his arms and held her close.
The End
WoW ! Suddenly so many readers , well will post one more story before going for a quick bite .
The Physics of Attraction
Ryan paused his video game to answer the soft tap at the door. Emily stood in the hallway, wearing a long black coat and heels. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, allowing the coat to fall open. Underneath she wore only a red bra and matching panties. A thrill of anticipation rushed through his body as she beckoned him to join her on the bed. Just before their lips met Ryan awoke, his alarm blaring beside his bed. He sat up and took in his surroundings, it was just a dream. That’s all it would ever be.
Emily hurried around her dorm room tossing dirty clothes into the closet so the room appeared tidy. Her roommate, Christy, looked up over the edge of her textbook with a knowing smile.
“Hot date tonight?” Christy asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Just studying for a mid term.”
“You have a mid term already?”
“Yeah, physics.”
“You’re studying with that one guy aren’t you?” she laughed. “What’s his name? Ryan?”
Emily felt the heat rising to her cheeks. “You’re such a snob.”
“And he’s a nerd,” Christy reminded.
“But he’s nice and he’s smart,” Emily knew she could go on and on about all the qualities she found attractive in him.
Christy sat her book down and looked at her friend in disbelief, Emily actually liked the guy. “But he’s still a geek.”
“I’m tired of dating the same kind of guys over and over. Don’t you ever feel like we’re just being used?”
“Well,” she hated to admit Emily might be right, “sort of.”
Emily finished making her bed and sat down beside Christy. “I think it’s sort of like a kid on Christmas morning. The one with tons of presents under the tree just tears through the wrapping paper to see what’s inside and then moves to the next one. Don’t you think someone who doesn’t have presents lined up would take his time? Maybe savor the packaging and then appreciate the gift once he got to it.”
Christy thought about that for a moment, she couldn’t argue with Emily’s logic. “You planning on letting him unwrap you tonight?”
Emily sighed. “I don’t think he’s interested.”
“He probably thinks you’re way out of his league. If you’re serious you’ll have to make the first move.” Christy looked over at Emily. “And that outfit has come and get me written all over it,” she sarcastically teased.
Emily inspected her reflection in the mirror. Her auburn hair was pulled up in a ponytail, her intense green eyes were hidden behind glasses, and jeans and a sweatshirt concealed her figure. Christy was right.
“When will he be here?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes,” Emily answered as she began to slip from her clothes. She tugged on her favorite pair of jeans and pulled out a low cut black long sleeved t-shirt. Still casual enough for studying but a little flirty and she slipped on black heels for some much needed height. By the time Ryan knocked on the door she’d gotten her contacts in and the ponytail had been switched to a looser clip that let wispy tendrils fall around her face.
Christy took him in, all the while pretending to be engrossed in the Chaucer work she was reading. He wasn’t nearly as dorky as one of their friends had described. Yes he was tall and a little thin, with outdated glasses and dark hair that needed some kind of style, but his face surprised her. He had a smooth complexion, large brown eyes, and a charming smile.
“Just let me grab my notes and I’m ready to go.”
“Let me have those, we can put everything in my backpack so you don’t have to carry yours,” Ryan offered.
Emily smiled appreciatively and followed him to the door. They chatted casually as they rode down the elevator. By the time they stepped outside into the crisp night air a mischievous smile crept over her face.
Ryan looked down at the petite angel leaning against him for protection from the cold wind and knew he had an opportunity. Hesitantly he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his side; he smiled in the darkness as she slipped her arms around his waist in response. He held his head high as they walked across campus, maybe in time she could see him as more than just a friend.
As they approached the bright lights that illuminated the library he removed his hand from her shoulder, afraid of embarrassing her if they ran in to someone she knew, yet her grip held firm. It was only as they climbed the steep brick steps that she finally let go, unable to keep up with his longer strides. As they neared the large glass doors she slipped her hand into his and held on firmly even as a group of her sorority sisters motioned for her.
“Whatcha doing?” an attractive girl with heavy makeup and platinum hair asked.
“Studying for a physics test,” Emily answered as another blonde skeptically eyed Ryan.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably under their gazes, their faces not hiding that he didn’t quite measure up to their standards for their sister. Emily sensed his uneasiness and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’re going to go see if the study rooms are open, but we might be back down.”
Ryan was relieved as she tugged him toward the staircase and they made their way upstairs. The study rooms were full, but Emily didn’t seem to care. He was confused as she tugged his hand and led him toward the third floor stairs. “There’s no talking up there,” he whispered. “We have to find someplace here or go back downstairs.”
“Just follow me,” she tiptoed slowly so her heels didn’t clack on the stone steps.
He silently followed, enjoying the view of her tight jeans a few steps ahead of him. When they reached the third floor he followed her past rows of deserted stacks then down a desolate hall.
Emily purposely chose the third floor because of its isolation. Most people only ventured up there if they needed something from Special Collections, and that had already been locked up for the day. Even as she’d led him past the stacks she knew nobody would’ve noticed them studying there, but she kept going. He was shy and complete privacy was her only chance.
They neared the end of the hall. “The bathroom?” he whispered.
She opened an inconspicuous door just past the restrooms, one he hadn’t even noticed. Ryan followed her in and looked around at what appeared to be a storage room. He began to feel claustrophobic as he took in the narrow whitewashed room with its low ceilings, scant lighting and crowded shelves.
Emily smiled at her find. “I had to do a paper about The Restoration and couldn’t find the book and when I finally asked they led me in here.”
“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble?” Ryan questioned.
“Nobody ever comes upstairs at night and even if they did they wouldn’t come in here,” she assured as she led him through the narrow room and around a corner to a small brightly lit opening.
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He looked around skeptically, just one chair sat against the wall.
Emily settled on the floor and pulled their notes and textbook out of his backpack.
Ryan took it from her and pulled out another folder. “A friend of mine had this class last semester. Here’s his midterm,” he offered.
Emily scooted close, letting her knee rest against his as they sat the test on the floor in front of them. A few times she purposely bent over and pretended she was reading the answer closely, each time she could hear Ryan’s breathing become heavy.
They went through each question making sure they understood the topic and the answers to any other related questions that might be used. By the time they flipped to the last page, Emily knew she was running out of time.
She thought for a moment before deciding on her approach. “My back hurts from sitting slumped over like this. Can we lean against that wall?”
“Yeah, that’d be fine,” Ryan agreed as he stretched and moved to the open space she’d pointed out.
Once they settled, she began to fidget, acting like she couldn’t see the notes. “I can’t see when you hold them like that.”
“Um, maybe if I hold them lower. Can you see now?”
“No,” she answered as she stood. “Can I sit in your lap?” she asked as she used her foot to spread his legs apart. Emily watched as what seemed to be confusion then panic gripped him. He straightened against the wall as she settled into his lap and nestled her back against his chest. She leaned her head back to look up at him. “You can hold the notes,” she suggested knowing that he’d have to wrap his arms around her.
He heard her voice telling him to take the papers but he couldn’t will his hands to obey. He’d never been this close to a woman; the light scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body had him paralyzed. He sat tensely, terrified he’d get hard at the slightest contact of her butt rubbing against him.
His silence became unbearable. “Ryan, I’m sorry,” she apologized as she got back to her feet. “It seems like you like me but the semester is half over and,” she bit her lip to keep it from quivering as tears welled in her eyes.
“And?” he asked as his pessimism began to give way to hope.
“I just wanted to know if,” she didn’t finish.
“Are you hitting on me?” he asked incredulously.
“If I was?”
He reached for her hand and pulled her back into his lap. “If that’s what this is all about then let’s keep going.” With newfound confidence he put his arms around her and held the test on her stomach.
“Aren’t you going to read the next question to me?” she asked after a long pause.
“I was but the view keeps distracting me,” he admitted as he stared down her shirt. “Question 31 looks like we need to know about refraction and boundary behavior.”
She twisted in his arms until she was facing him. “I’m not giving you any, boundaries that is.”
Ryan gulped hard. He’d had a crush on her since their first lab and had fallen hard after their first study session. But familiar demons crept into his mind, kept him from reaching out to her like he so desperately wanted.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she asked, unable to hide the irritation in her voice. But her anger softened as she looked into his eyes, his uncertainties threatening to spill over.
“I just keep waiting for your friends to come up here and start laughing.”
“At what?”
“At me believing you actually want to do anything with me.”
He looked up to find stormy green eyes locked with his. “Why would you say that?” she asked angrily.
“I can just see it now, just like Prom. There was this girl that I’d had a crush on and she asked me to go with her. I went and rented a tux, got my hair cut and even went and got contacts. Man I was all ready, washed my dads’ car and everything. That night the plan was for me to pick her up at her house where she was throwing a party, and then a bunch of us were going out to dinner before the dance. But when I got to her house she was all over some guy and started laughing, said she couldn’t believe I actually took her seriously. After that I haven’t even bothered.”
Emily didn’t know what to say. Part of her was furious that he really thought she was capable of such cruelty but seeing the tears running down his face doused her anger. She knelt back down in front of him and wiped at the tears that collected along his jaw line, not really sure what to do. “You know I’m not like that.” She watched him nod slowly.
He couldn’t quite shake the familiar veil of pessimism. “You could deny it anyway. It’s not like I could really prove anything.”
A shy smile softened her features. “Actually you could.”
“How?” he asked curiously.
“I have a tattoo, in a rather private place.”
“Really?” he asked beginning to wonder if maybe he’d get to see it. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Emily stood in front of him and deftly unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her hips. He could see the black outline through her sheer pink panties, even before she pushed them down enough to reveal it. Without thinking he reached out but as his hand touched her warm flesh he pulled away. He stared intently at the two ornate Chinese characters. “What does it mean?” he asked breathlessly.
“Desire,” she whispered as she watched his reaction. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her tight jeans and knelt on the floor in front of him. Emily cupped his face in her hands and kissed him eagerly. If reassurance was what he needed she was willing to give it.
Ryan returned her kiss, hesitantly at first, unsure. But soon he surrendered his body to the feel of her soft body pressed against his, her warm lips and searching tongue; the stark confines of their surroundings faded away. Time seemed to stand still as new pleasures flooded his body. His mind suddenly focused on the throbbing urgency in his groin but before his cheeks could burn with embarrassment he realized she already knew.
Ryan’s heart raced and his mind was consumed with the electrifying jolts that raced through his body each time she moved against him. Emily’s kisses moved down his neck, her tongue licking a path along his jaw, to his ear. She gently nibbled his ear and blew her warm breath over his wet skin, sending chills down his spine. All the while, her arms stayed around his neck, helping her keep her balance as she slowly rubbed herself along the hard length straining against his khaki pants.
Ryan could feel the tension in his body building and pushed feebly at her hips. “Em,” he groaned. “You have to stop.”
Encouraged, Emily rubbed against him a little harder and his body began to jerk beneath her. She kissed him passionately, her mouth stifling his moans.
No longer in control of his movements, Ryan grabbed her waist and thrust against her urgently. He clenched his teeth together to keep from screaming as he felt his release surging up his shaft. He could only clutch her tightly as intense pleasure overtook his entire being. When it was over, Ryan sat slumped against the wall trying to catch his breath and focus his scattered thoughts.
As his body relaxed Emily stroked his hair and planted gentle kisses on his cheeks and neck, hoping to prolong his pleasure. Once his breathing seemed more regular she sat back and looked down at the wet spot on his pants, quite pleased with herself.
“Did that feel good?” she teased as she kissed his face.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” she asked confused.
“I couldn’t help it. I don’t know how they do it.”
“How does who do what?” she asked even more confused.
“You know, in movies. The guys seem to last forever.”
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“That’s not real life. This is,” she whispered as she kissed him reassuringly.
She looked around the room and her eyes settled on the chair, it didn’t look overly promising. “Let’s stand up and get off this floor.”
“Can I?” he paused. “Can you take your shirt off?”
Emily pulled the shirt up, slowly exposing her slender waist and continued even more slowly as the lower edge of her bra finally came into view. She watched his face and realized with delight she was right; he was completely mesmerized with the wrapping. For a moment she wished she’d bothered to put on a matching bra and panties, a habit she’d gotten out of since most of her dates had the it all looks good on the floor attitude.
Emily tossed her shirt aside and Ryan stared intently at the luscious swells of her breasts just barely contained under black lace. She sensed his indecision and guided his hands to her body. He shyly pressed against her with his thumbs, finding her unexpectedly soft.
Emily reached around and unhooked the clasp, studying his face as her bra slipped forward.
Ryan watched, his mouth slightly agape, as she pushed the straps down her arms until it fell to the floor. For several moments he could only stare as his dreams materialized in front of him. He spread out his fingers and cupped her warm flesh, her flat nipples turned into gumdrops as he stroked her body. Even though he’d just cum, Ryan started to harden again as he watched her body respond to his touch.
Suddenly impatient to have him undressed, Emily tugged his shirt from his pants and helped him pull it over his head. He wasn’t as thin as she’d expected, but God was he pale. She ran her hands down his chest, letting her fingers play with the hair, and followed as the trail thinned and then disappeared below his pants. His breathing became ragged as she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Emily tried to stifle a giggle as his white briefs came into view.
Renewed waves of awkwardness rushed through him. “What’s wrong?” he wondered.
“Nothing. It’s just you’re the only guy I’ve ever seen who doesn’t wear boxers.”
“Oh,” Ryan croaked as she slid his briefs down his thighs and cupped him in her hands.
Emily could already see a glistening drop of pre cum and worried it would be over almost as quickly as it started if she played around too much. She reached up and kissed him, crushing his lips against her, pressing her body tightly against his. “Do you want to try me sitting in your lap?” she suggested. “I’m too short for us to stand.”
He looked doubtfully at the rickety chair.
“We could put our coats under us?” she considered.
“The floor’s hard; I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then I’ll be on top.”
His breath caught at the thought, he could only nod as she laid out their coats. Ryan watched as she unzipped a pocket in the lining of her coat and pulled out a condom. She seemed suddenly nervous under his gaze.
“I don’t usually carry these around,” Emily explained. “One of my friends had to come up with an experiment and her lab partner wanted to test condoms. She was so embarrassed that I had to go around with her asking our friends for some so she could test lots of brands. These were just the ones she didn’t need. I swear I’d forgotten all about them until we were walking over here.” She watched Ryan relax a little with her explanation and he lay down. “Besides if I did this all the time I’d hide a few blankets somewhere.” And then there was his melting smile again, making his eyes sparkle. Emily slipped her panties off and straddled his waist. She kissed around his belly button and then licked up his chest, stopping to leave soft kisses along her trail. She moaned as he pulled her forward and caught a nipple in his mouth.
“Are you sure?” she asked holding up the condom. She hardly waited for his nod before she ripped open the package and unrolled it over him.
As she slipped the condom into place the immenseness of what was about to happen hit Ryan like a brick wall. Nervousness began to churn in his stomach as he worried about his lack of experience. He could feel his erection ebbing and his embarrassment only made matters worse.
“It’s okay,” Emily soothed. “Don’t try to analyze it, just let it happen.”
Ryan cradled her possessively as he found her mouth again. He gazed into her eyes and found his same desire reflected in those deep green depths. His doubts faded as his mind wrapped around what had previously been unconceivable; she actually wanted him.
Ryan shuddered as she slowly lowered herself, enveloping his entire length in her tight warmth.
Emily began to rock her hips back and forth, her hands steadying herself on his chest. She moved slowly for several minutes, letting her body adjust to accommodate his size, but soon her juices allowed him to slide easily. She leaned down for a kiss and moaned as the new angle allowed his long cock to rub her in places before unreached.
Her tantalizing breasts bounced with each thrust, the soft ripples of her flesh seemed to beg for his attention. Ryan leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, caressing the other with his hands. Her warm folds tensed around him as he suckled her breast. “God that feels good,” Ryan moaned.
Her quiet moans and the slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoed from the walls around them; he wanted to stay like that forever. But all too quickly tension built from deep within his body and his hips bucked into her with a will of their own.
Emily sensed he was getting close and held them still to let him recover. When his racing heart slowed and the flush across his chest faded, she began to move again. She spread her legs wider, allowing him to fill her completely and their bodies fell into a needy rhythm. She hadn’t expected to cum, but as his large hands gripped her hips and forced their flesh together, she knew she would.
Emily gazed tenderly at his face, but his glazed eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. “Look into my eyes,” she pleaded.
Ryan focused on her just in time to watch her come undone. She moaned his name as her body began to pulse around him; bliss visibly overtook her.
His body was already hurtling toward a powerful orgasm, but knowing he’d made her cum only intensified the rush. Ryan tried to cry out her name but his breath caught in his throat and he erupted with startling force. Time seemed to stand still as he felt his seed pulsing into her warmth in wave after wave ecstasy. For years he’d had an image of what his first time would be like, but as he came down from the high his thoughts were too disorganized to even remember it.
Emily lay against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing her back. The sudden tenderness she was feeling toward Ryan caught her off guard and she slid off of him without making eye contact, afraid he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t long before she could sense him next to her so she tried to brush her emotions aside. “You were amazing for your first time,” she complimented.
He didn’t say anything at first, just pulled her against his chest and held her. “It was because of you.”
Emily broke from his embrace and began moving around the small space collecting her clothing and dressing quickly. “I’m going to go to the bathroom and fix my hair.”
He gathered his things and darted into the men’s room. When he stepped back out into the hallway he was surprised she wasn’t waiting on him. He wasn’t sure what was taking her so long and thought about checking on her; he silently prayed Emily wasn’t having regrets. When she finally came out it looked like she’d been crying and he started to panic.
“Are you okay?” he asked concerned.
“I’m fine. Will you walk me back to my dorm?”
“Can I take you out to dinner first?”
“Yeah,” she answered happily.
“After dinner would you want to go, go back to my dorm with me?” he asked hopefully.
“What about your roommate?” she questioned, considering it in spite of an audience.
“He left yesterday, some kind of family emergency.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was trying to get you in my room, alone.”
She put an arm around his waist as they made their way toward the stairs. “Well, it would’ve made your first time a heck of a lot more comfortable.”
“Yeah, but not nearly as memorable,” he laughed.
The End
Weekend To Remember
To complete her preparations, Julie lifted Carrie shoulders high enough to shove a soft towel between her shoulder blades and the edge of the table, thereby preventing the table from digging into her back. Once she had Carrie positioned as she wanted, Julie sat herself on the floor next to Carrie’s feet, grasped her ankles in her hands, and told Carrie to lock her hands behind her neck, bring her head into the same plane as the rest of her body, and hold it there.
Being accustomed to doing sit-ups, Carrie had no trouble lifting her head to the required level. On the other hand, keeping it there was an entirely different matter. Indeed, after a few seconds, all her abdominal muscles began to complain, and, after half a minute, the muscles in her lower belly were trembling. Seeing Carrie’s distress, Julie gave her permission to relieve, or at least vary, the tension in her muscles by bobbing her head up and down.
Although acting on Julie’s suggestion did nothing to reduce the fatigue of her muscles, Carrie did find that it distracted her from the burning sensation emanating from the muscles in her lower belly. Nonetheless, by the end of one and a half minutes, Julie saw that Carrie was on the verge of collapse and told her that she could let her head drop to the floor. As soon as the back of Carrie’s head touched the floor, Julie lifted her legs in the air, and, when she had them vertical, told Carrie that she was allowed to move them any way she wished so long as she kept them straight and suspended.
Julie’s instructions left Carrie in a quandary. As she immediately realized, these instructions were designed to deprive her abdomen of complete relaxation while it was recovering from its struggle to keep her head off the ground. But how was she to maximize her relief? As she well knew from doing leg lifts, she certainly did not want to let her legs drop out of the vertical plane above her hips. Thus, she experimented to see whether any relief would result from spreading her legs to form a vertical V.
What she discovered is that, although spreading them provided some relief to her stomach muscles, it put considerable strain on the muscles in her groin. When she attempted to relieve this strain by bending her legs at the knee, Julie admonished her for her lapse and punished her by grabbing the stretched tendons along her inner thigh and squeezing them until she straightened legs again. Resigned to her predicament, Carrie learned that the best way for her to comply with Julie’s demands was to keep her legs moving, bringing them together for short periods to relieve her groin and then spreading them to relieve her tummy.
Pleased by Carrie’s resignation to her fate, Julie moved to the side of the table and placed her palms on the tense surface of Carrie’s belly. Gently rubbing the hard muscles beneath, Julie commiserated with Carrie about the pain she was enduring. “Poor Carrie. Her tummy muscles are already sore and their travail has only just begun.” She accompanied her words with a closer examination of the muscles in question.
Probing with her fingers, she squeezed the individual stands running along Carrie’s belly from her waist down to her crotch. Although her squeezing heightened Carrie’s awareness of their fatigue, it did so in a surprisingly pleasurable way. Indeed, as Julie had predicted, having her abdominal muscles strummed while under tension produced the same erotic tugging sensation as Carrie had experienced when Julie slapped her tummy on her previous visit, only this time the sensation was much more penetrating.
Now the sensation was not only on the tendons of her crotch but also deep inside, on the tendons supporting her uterus and the muscular sheath surrounding her vagina. In fact, after a while, Carrie realized that her vagina was contracting in the way it did when she was approaching orgasm. However, she knew that orgasm was out of the question and that she had better simply savor whatever pleasure she was granted without anticipating the satisfaction of a climax.
Weekend To Remember
With the help of the distraction provided by Julie’s intervention, Carrie managed to keep her legs in the air for seven minutes, but she was unable to keep them there longer and, with tears in her eyes, begged Julie to let her lower them. When this happened, Julie rose to her feet, resumed her grip on Carrie’s ankles, and guided her legs back down toward table.
However, when she had them approximately half way down, she stopped. Still holding Carrie’s legs by the ankles, Julie told Carrie that she would help her hold her legs up but that she would insist that Carrie continue doing most of the work. Shifting her grip so that her hands circled Carrie’s feet at their arches, Julie pushed forward until Carrie’s legs were bent so that her knees were above her chest and her heels above her buttock. Julie then let go of Carrie’s feet, forcing her stomach muscles back to work. With her legs bent, it was much easier for Carrie to keep her legs up.
Nonetheless, after several minutes, she felt her muscles begin the fail and again begged Julie for relief. Julie’s response was to first put her hand under the Achilles tendons at the back of Carrie’s ankles and then permit Carrie to rest her feet on her hands. Unfortunately for Carrie, the relief Julie’s hands provided was far less than Carrie wanted.
Each time that Julie decided that Carrie was putting too much weight on her hands, she removed her hands, thereby transferring the burden of holding her legs back onto Carrie’s abdominal muscles. Thus, Carrie, in spite of her desire to rest her stomach muscles, had to exercise great care when using the diabolically ephemeral perch provided by Julie’s hands. Nonetheless, the support she got from Julie’s hands enabled Carrie to keep her legs in their partially bent position for a full twelve minutes, leaving approximately ten minutes before the torment of her abdominal muscles would come to an end.
Much to Carrie’s relief, when Julie guided her legs back to the table, she grabbed Carries hands and pulled her to her feet before joining her on the table top. Standing inches in front of Carrie, Julie instructed Carrie to make her stomach as hard as she could and placed her hands on its surface. Strong as Carrie’s abdominal muscles were, her stomach retained a succulent femininity. In particular, although her muscles were well defined, especially after being taxed as they had been, they were covered by a pleasing layer of warm, soft flesh.
Thus, when Julie pressed her finger into Carrie’s tummy, it sank nearly a quarter inch before encountering the rock hard plane of muscle beneath. Keeping her finger pressed into Carrie’s abdomen, Julie looked into Carrie’s face and warned her that any slackness in her pose would be punished. For Carrie, doing her best to satisfy Julie, minute after painful minute ticked by. When, for an instant, Carrie let her stomach relax, Julie responded by immediately digging her finger deep into Carrie’s belly, forcing Carrie to re-tighten her muscles around the finger embedded in them, and only relenting after Carrie had endured the penetration of her belly for several seconds.
By the end of the pre-ordained half hour, tears of pain and exhaustion were running down Carrie’s cheeks and sweat coated her entire torso. Ignoring the tears and sweat, Julie clasped Carrie’s limp body to her own and, kissing her face, congratulated her for having completed the first stage of her training. Shaken by Julie’s emphasis that this had been only the first stage, Carrie asked “You mean there is more?” to which Julie replied that indeed there was.
Still hugging Carrie, Julie explained that for the rest of the week she wanted Carrie to return each evening for further training. However, she assured Carrie that the succeeding lessons would be less physically demanding than the one she had just had. Specifically, all that Julie would require is that she spend ten minutes performing various abdominal exercises. Although these sessions would be easier physically, Julie cautioned Carrie to expect them to equally psychologically trying.
Indeed, she predicted that Carrie’s tummy would be very sore and that its soreness would do nothing but increase after each visit. As a result, Carrie would be increasingly reluctant to return. Thus, it was essential that Carrie keep in mind the reward which awaited her. Namely, when she came back on Saturday, Julie would spend the weekend introducing her to a world of sexual excitement to which all her soreness was winning her entry.
Weekend To Remember
As Carrie learned when she tried to get up the next morning, Julie’s prediction about the state of her tummy was more than accurate. Every muscle in her abdomen was so sore that she suffered each time that she moved. No previous muscular exhaustion approached what her stomach was experiencing. Never had she realized how essential a role abdominal muscles play.
Thus, much as she tried to avoid using them, every move sent a spike a pain through her belly. As she discovered when she at last made her way to the bathroom, she could not even relieve her bladder without using her stomach muscles, and moving her bowels was still worse. Nonetheless, having survived Julie’s initial training lesson, Carrie was determined to complete the course. Knowing now how Julie wanted her attired, Carrie wore bikini panties when she returned for her remaining training sessions at Julie’s apartment.
As Julie had promised, these were less grueling than the first one had been. Stripped to her bra and panties, Carrie lay on Julie’s coffee table performing under Julie’s watchful eye. For the most part, the exercises Julie prescribed were conventional. After starting with standard sit-ups for a couple of minutes, Julie made Carrie spend the rest of the ten minutes balanced on her buttocks with her shoulders and legs off the table, and, as long as Carrie kept her shoulders and arms raised, she gave Carrie freedom to adjust her position any way that she wished.
Although there was no position in which Carrie could reduce the strain on her abdominal muscles, this freedom did afford her some relief and made it possible for her to endure the burning pain in her lower belly. As the week progressed, Carrie reluctance to subject her tummy to further punishment increased but was assuaged by her fierce desire to collect her reward.
A Weekend at Julie’s: Assuming that her need for clothing would be minimal, in preparation for her weekend at Julie’s Carrie put only a skirt and sweater along with her toilet articles into a small suitcase. She then pampered her tired body in a scented, warm bubble bath, taking particular care to remove all unsightly hair from her underarms and legs.
While she was soaking beneath the bubbles, she let her mind drift. Not surprisingly, her thoughts centered on anticipation of what experiences awaited her body. She now knew enough about Julie’s methods to be certain that both her body and her mind would be taxed. Normally, this certainty might have diminished her enthusiasm, but her trust of Julie had grown so strong that her fear now seemed to act as an aphrodisiac which only increased her excitement.
Rising from her bath, she carefully dried, and, standing in front of her bathroom mirror, covered her warm, pink flesh with a thin layer of powder. Before leaving the mirror, she spent a long time brushing her hair before gathering into a ponytail. Finally, she went into her bedroom, where she chose a simple cotton dress and sandals to cloth her otherwise naked body. Clothed and packed for the weekend, Carrie put on a coat, left her apartment, and headed out for her weekend at Julie’s.
When Carrie arrived at Julie’s apartment, she was a little flustered. What were the rules of etiquette governing appropriate behavior in such a situation? She had come as a weekend guest, but Emily Post had not anticipated a weekend visit of the sort on which she was embarking. Thus, Carrie was grateful that Julie seemed to know exactly how to proceed.
After helping her remove her coat, Julie complimented Carrie on her attire and led her into the living room, where she sat herself on the couch and invited Carrie to join her by patting the place next to her. When Carrie was seated at her side, Julie explained that the whole weekend lay before them and that there was no need to rush. On the contrary, her intention was to move at a pace which would enable Carrie to fully appreciate every nuance of what was being done to her body.
As if to emphasize her point, Julie said that, for moment, the only articles of clothing which she wanted Carrie to remove were her sandals. When Carrie had done so, Julie told her to re-seat herself so that she was sitting on her haunches, with her legs bent and splayed on either side. Carrie was sufficiently flexible to assume this position with no difficulty, and, because of the cushioning provided by the couch, her only problem in maintaining it came from the demands it made on her sore abdominal muscles. Shifting her own position to give her greater access to Carrie’s body, Julie ran her hand over Carrie’s front, molding her dress to her torso and enjoying the firm contours beneath.
Weekend To Remember
When her hand reached the hem of Carrie’s dress, it burrowed under the folds and followed Carrie’s thigh up to her vulva. As her hand was reaching its destination, Julie told Carrie that she was to flatten her tummy and remain absolutely still. Then, using only one finger, Julie began to stroke the narrow crease between Carrie’s labia. It did not take long before Carrie’s breathing became a sequence of gasps.
As soon as this happened, Julie, speaking in a quiet but seductive voice, said, “What I am doing is bringing you into blossom. That is, as I continue, the petals of your vulva will open and spread, and, when this happens, my finger will glide over the nectar coated surface which hides below. During the weekend, you will be brought into blossom frequently. Between blossomings, your secretions will seal your labia shut, and so, depending on your state of arousal when I begin, the procedure may take quite a while. However, I am sure that, like a flower, your vulva will enjoy having its petals opened as much as I will enjoy opening them.”
By the time that Julie finished talking, it had become impossible for Carrie to remain still. At first she was able to satisfy her need to move by throwing her head back and twisting it from side to side. However, as her labia opened and Julie’s finger ran along the silky surfaces at the entrance to her vagina, Carrie’s lower body began to respond on its own.
Initially, its response was limited to her pelvic region, which spread and thrust forward in an obvious attempt to give Julie greater access to her target. However, the trusting of her pelvis soon led to the involvement of her entire lower body, which began undulating in a series of bumps and grinds which would have made a belly dancer blush. When this occurred, Julie expressed her displeasure, “Carrie, if your body is going to get the full benefit of my efforts, you must discipline it to follow my instructions. At the moment, your body is to be receptive but otherwise passive. In order to help you remember, I want you to hold up the hem of your dress so that your tummy is bare and available for punishment should your attention lapse.”
Julie’s words cut through the dreamy, erotic haze which had enveloped Carrie’s mind, and, without hesitation she straightened her back and reached down to pull up her dress until it was bunched just beneath her breasts. Now that her belly was bare, Julie could monitor its shape much more closely, and each time that Carrie allowed her tummy to assume a more relaxed curve, Julie would poke it until she to flattened it again. Sometimes her poke was administered with a finger or thumb, but when Julie decided that a more penetrating method was required she would close her hand into a fist which she would press deep into the center of Carrie’s already tender abdomen.
Throughout, Julie’s insidious caress of Carrie vulva’s continued, and at the end of ten minutes Carrie began to understand and appreciate the meaning of Julie’s words. Namely, it became easy for her to imagine her body had become a flower which must rely on a bee to open its petals and extract its nectar. Frustrating as Julie’s teasing was, Carrie was resigned to the passive role which she had been assigned and learned that there was enormous satisfaction in allowing another person to exercise control over ones most intimate sexual functions. Thus, when the finger was withdrawn from her labia, rather than feeling relief, she was overwhelmed by a sense of deprivation.
However, Julie quickly distracted her by announcing that, although she would not be brought back into blossom for a while, her vagina was to have visitors. Reaching over to a small table next to her, Julie held up a pair of solid looking metallic balls attached together by a string and told Carrie that she was going to insert these balls into her vagina and have her hold them there for the rest of the day. Although Carrie knew that they existed, she had never imagined having a pair of ben-wa balls inside her, much less kept there for several hours. Nonetheless, with Julie’s guidance, she rearranged her body to receive the balls.
First Julie had her turn around, so that Carrie’s head hung off the front of the couch, her back lay on a seat cushion, and her legs bent over its back. Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Julie hoisted her up until her back lay against the back of the couch, her shoulders bore most of her weight, and her legs were left bicycling in the air. Finally, pushing on the backs of her calves, Julie curled Carrie into an upside down squat, with her buttock the highest point on her body.
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Cumming in the Friendly Skies
My weekend of selling myself for use as a cum dumpster had come to an end. A few of the guys didn’t bother to show up so I only ended up with $900, but for what little I did, that was hard to beat. In the middle of all of it, though, the act of being cum on seemed to lose its luster for me – it was no longer the erotic exercise that it had started out being, at least not when done in the manner I’d been doing it.
I wasn’t to the point where I was tired of it enough to ignore the opportunity to take a free flight, however. I had been corresponding with Steve, a flight attendant for JetBlue airlines about his offer to provide me and my GF with free buddy passes to anywhere the airline flew if I’d let him cum on my face on a flight. I had my reservations about the logistics of just how this might be accomplished, but with all of the stories I’d heard about people joining the “mile high club,” I figured if anyone would know how to make it happen, it’d be a member of a flight crew. Nikki and I spent some time discussing it and finally decided Aruba would be the more exotic of the two locations we had to choose from.
We worked out our schedules and selected a flight that left at about 11PM on a Friday night, and arrived in Aruba at 2PM the following day. This late flight allowed us to take advantage of the fact that most everyone would be asleep during the majority of the trip, so we could make use of the rear of the plane to take care of business without a terribly high risk of being discovered. Steve indicated that all we needed to do was go to the counter and present our IDs to pick up the tickets and it pretty much worked out that way. We checked our bags, waited in the ridiculous faux security line and made our way to the boarding gate.
As we waited in the boarding area, the flight crew arrived. I made it a point to stand near the jetway door so Steve would see me, and as our eyes met his face brightened up. I could tell, though, that he was trying to be nonchalant about it so the other members of the crew wouldn’t notice anything untoward. I wasn’t going to make a scene, but wanted him to know that I was there as promised.
As we boarded the plane, I happened to notice the other two flight attendants. One of them was an older woman who appeared to be the senior member, and the second was a gorgeous, dark-haired woman who appeared to be in her mid 20s. She was striking in that she kind of reminded me of Angie Harmon in her younger days. I read her name tag as we passed by her in the aisle; “Siobhan.” What an exotic name for an exotic woman, I thought to myself.
We settled in, watched the safety demonstration, took off and enjoyed the first few moments of the flight. About an hour into it, the flight attendants began a snack/beverage service, which started at the front of the cabin. Steve had arranged our particular seats so that we were on our own row near the rear of the plane, with no one behind us, specifically so we could have as much of the ass end of the plane to ourselves as possible for what was to come. This leg of the flight took us to New York City and the plane was only about half full, so I didn’t suspect it was too hard for him to arrange it this way.
As Steve and Siobhan came to us, he gave the first indication of what was to come. “Good morning, Caitlain. What would you like to drink? Some cream, perhaps?” Nikki began laughing at the poor attempt at humor. “You must be Nikki. Cait has talked a lot about you.” Siobhan acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. I was wondering to myself what he planned to do with her while we were taking care of business in the back, but he’d told me in the e-mails not to worry about the rest of the crew. He’d indicated in our conversations that he’d be fired if he got caught, so I sure was curious as to how he planned to dispose of her when the time came.
After they got done with the service and spent some time picking up trash from everyone, Steve came by and knelt down next to my seat. “Give me about five minutes and come back behind the curtain.” I nodded in concurrence and he headed back towards the rear of the plane. All of the lights were dimmed and no one was moving around, so this allowed me to be a bit more comfortable that we might actually be able to pull this off without much of a problem.
I gave him a few minutes and when I was sure no one was about to get up, I unbuckled my seat belt quietly, got up and headed towards the back of the plane. I pulled the curtain aside and there were Steve and Siobhan talking quietly. I froze for an instant and just looked at her and then him. “She’s okay; she’s going to keep an eye out on the cabin to let us know if anyone comes back to use the lavatories. She wants to watch, too.”
I was like, “whoa!” I wasn’t prepared for an audience, but the reality was that I found her attractive, and it made me just a bit wet to know that she was going to be watching. “Whatever turns her on.” She just got this “whatever” look on her face. Steve told me to kneel down next to the emergency door but not to use anything on it to brace myself with – he didn’t want us getting sucked out of the airplane. I laughed internally about the punniness of that statement, but made a mental note not to even lean toward the door. Siobhan assumed a position in the middle of the galley where she had a clear view of the aisle as Steve undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his rod. He clearly was ready for action – he was already standing at attention.
I pulled my hair back and tied it up into a ponytail, and got down on my knees as he began jerking his cock. Siobhan just leaned back against the wall and watched. She really seemed to have an attitude, though I couldn’t tell what her issue was – was she jealous, freaked out, pissed off, or what? I wanted to talk dirty to Steve, but with everyone so close to us on the other side of the flimsy curtain, I was afraid that someone would hear me and perhaps even come back to investigate. As it was we had to hope that no one came back to the bathroom of their own accord; I’m not sure how we’d have reacted if they did. The bathroom doors were outside the curtain, so I supposed we could have just been quiet and hoped that no one poked their head into the galley to see what was going on.
Because the area was so small, Steve was standing right in front of me; almost on top of me, in fact. His cock grazed my face a couple of times and I had to resist the urge to take it into my mouth. It took him a good five minutes to get to the point where he was ready to blow. I could tell by his breathing rate that he was getting close and wondered to myself if anyone could hear him out in the cabin, even though anyone who’s been on an airplane knows that they’re hardly the quietest places on the planet. “If it helps you any, you can grab my hair so you can hold my face where you want it to be.” The words seemed to go into one ear and out the other. Perhaps he was concentrating on what he was doing, though.
He missed my face completely with the first shot, hitting me on the shoulder. The second shot hit me directly in the mouth, however, and it tasted quite acrid. His third shot got me right above the lips and a fourth one hit me on my cheek back toward my ear, and began draining down my neck. He moved to where his cock was right over my face and continued for a few more strokes to milk the cum out of himself right over my eyes. I turned my head so I wouldn’t get any in my eyes themselves, but a few drops managed to land right in the pocket of my right eye, and a little bit of cum managed to seep its way in. When people tell you that cum burns the eyes, they mean it. It really stung, but I tried not to let on like anything was wrong. Once again, it was all I could do to keep from taking his cock in my mouth and cleaning him off, but I had to resist the urge. That sounds so cliché, but when you have a cock right there in front of your face that close, the natural urge, at least for me, is to put it in your mouth.
As I stood up, Siobhan spoke her first words to me. “What a fucking whore. You look so silly.” Ever since I got on the plane, I had detected attitude from her, and I had a strong desire at that point to just slap the fuck out of her right then. However, I decided to take an alternative approach. As I walked over to her, she recoiled somewhat, thinking I was going to hit her I suppose. But I grabbed her head and kissed her dead on the mouth, with all of Steve’s seed still on my lips and face. As I mashed my mouth into hers she tried to pull back, but I had a death grip on her hair and wasn’t about to let go. She was going to share her coworker’s cum with me.
When I broke off the kiss, I whispered to her, “You have cum on your face. Go fix your makeup, bitch.” I grabbed a towel Steve had ready for me and went into the bathroom to clean up. I could hear the two of them talking in hushed tones, but couldn’t make out what they were saying to one another. It took me several minutes to clean myself up. When I walked out, Steven flashed me a thumbs up sign and I headed back to my seat to get a new shirt and my contact solution so I could change the contact in my right eye. I finished cleaning up and headed back to sit down. It was well after 2AM and I wanted to get a bit of sleep. Nikki asked how it went, and I took a couple of minutes to walk her through what had happened. I also explained to her that I was liable to slap that female flight attendant before we got to Aruba.
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A few hours later, near the end of the first leg of the flight, I got up to go use the restroom and had to walk past Siobhan again as she was headed up the aisle to offer people bottles of water. She tried not to make eye contact with me, but I just glared at her as I walked by. I made it a point to stare at her every time she walked by in the aisles checking on passengers from that point forward. She was clearly disconcerted to some degree, though I wouldn’t call it uncomfortable. Other than that, though, the rest of the flight was rather anticlimactic. We stopped over in New York around 7AM, and after an hour layover headed on off to Aruba. I continued to have a bit of fun at Siobhan’s expense, and even blew a kiss at her when she walked by one time.
Steve told me earlier that he’d like to try again, but with everyone awake and moving about, it just wasn’t feasible. The leg of the flight to Aruba was pretty heavily booked, so there really wasn’t a good opportunity to do another shot anyway. So for the remainder of the flight, we just occasionally glanced at each other. When we landed, we collected our bags and headed over to the Renaissance Hotel where we’d booked our room.
As Nikki and I stood in line to check into our hotel, the flight crew arrived to check in as well. Steve had told me which hotel they’d be staying at, since our deal was that he’d get to cum on me as many times as he wanted while they were on their layover as a price of the tickets. That seemed only fair, especially since they were going to be flying back out the next day anyway. Siobhan got an “Oh, shit” look on her face when she saw me. I made a gesture toward her as if to let her know that she still had some cum on her face. We checked in and headed up to our room. We just had time to get settled when Steve called and asked if I could come up to his room so he could do me again. Despite being tired, we had a bargain so I headed on up.
I arrived at his room and knocked on the door. “Come on in.” As I walked into his room, I was shocked to find a woman going down on him. I couldn’t tell who it was because her ass was facing me, and I didn’t recognize it, not from that angle anyway. “Come on in. She’s helping me prepare for you.”
I moved around to where I could get a better view of what was going on and was flabbergasted to see that it was Siobhan with his cock in her mouth. He had her by the hair and was going at her pretty good. As she was being face fucked, she looked over at me. “So you’re a whore, too?” I asked, tongue in cheek. No reply from her, of course, because she was busy and had her slutty little mouth full. I figured as long as I was standing there not doing anything, I may as well have a little fun also.
I went around to her backside, slapped her on the ass, got down on my knees and moved in behind her. She appeared clean, so I started lightly biting her on the ass and playing wither clit. She didn’t put up any resistance, so I started rimming her. She let out a little moan, but offered no other sign that indicated whether or not she was into what I was doing. The scent and taste of her ass were intoxicating. Anyone who’s ever rimmed someone who’s not fresh out of the shower is familiar with the rather pungent, musky odor and the slightly salty taste that someone has in their anal area after having been at work, walking or sitting all day. It’s hard to describe, actually, but just as is the case with the smell of pussy, it is quite aromatic. There must be something pheromonic about it because it absolutely drives me wild.
I spent some time working on her pussy and her ass until Steven came up with the idea of having us 69 each other. As she got up, I once again pulled her to me and kissed her, allowing her to taste her own ass on my lips. This time she reciprocated the kiss. As we broke off, I whispered in her ear, “I hope you know how to eat pussy.” I took my shirt and shorts off, crawled up onto the bed, laid back and spread my legs and began playing with my clit.
Since the rules involved no penetration of me, I got on the bottom and Siobhan took a position on top of me, with her pussy right in my face. She leaned down and began feasting on my pussy, as Steven came in from behind right above my face and penetrated her. This was the first time I had ever been in a threesome involving a guy. I’d been in several with other women using strap-ons, but this was my first one with a live penis involved. The sight of his cock and nuts right above my face as it slammed into Siobhan’s cunt was incredible. Once he started fucking her, his balls began grazing my forehead and nose with each thrust. I started eating her pussy, trying to time the darting of my tongue to work in opposition to his thrusts. I couldn’t even really tell what Siobhan was doing to my pussy – I wasn’t paying any attention to it because my focus was so intense on what was taking place right in front of me. Or maybe she didn’t know what she was doing, I don’t know. Regardless, I was so enraptured by the sight of what was going on right above my face that I didn’t much care about anything else at that point.
In rather short order, Steve announced that he was getting ready to cum. I had just assumed that he was going to pull out of her and jerk himself off on my face, but that didn’t happen. He continued pounding away at her cunt as his orgasm built, and after he’d forcefully penetrated her a few more times he came inside her. Once he was done, he remained in place for a couple of minutes while his high subsided. It then dawned on me what he had in mind.
“Don’t move, Cait.” As he pulled out, his load began leaking out of Siobhan’s pussy onto my face. He told her to sit up and let it all drain out. She did as she was told, and what seemed like a gallon of cum and cunt juice drained out all over my face. I had to turn my head to keep it from going up my nose and into my eyes. As she got up, it occurred to me that this was his rather unique way of giving me my second facial. I rolled over and got up off the bed, and all of the fluids drained down onto my tits.
Siobhan had to pipe up again. “You look even more like a whore now. Go show your girlfriend what you’ve been up to. She can even clean you up.” She was laughing as she said it, and it took every ounce of strength I could muster to keep from slapping the shit out of her. This time, I didn’t feel like kissing her, though; I just wanted to go back to my room and clean up. I was four floors below them, and that meant hoping no one would be on the elevator on the way down. Since they wouldn’t give me a towel to clean up with, I really had no choice in the matter – I just wanted it to be over. I put my shirt back on and the cum that had covered my chest caused it to stick to me. I didn’t even bother to look at myself in the mirror; I just left the room, almost in tears – not so much from what had happened as from the fact that Siobhan had actually gotten the last laugh in on me.
As I moved down the hallway, one guy passed me and stared at me as I walked by. I didn’t even bother to hang my head. The entire upper half of my body and my face was covered in cum, though I doubt with the lighting in the hallway he even had the foggiest idea of what it was. I just walked by as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Fortunately, no one was at the elevator and it was empty when it got to me. I got on and headed back to my room. When I walked in, Nikki’s eyes got wide, “What the fuck happened to you?'
I explained to her what had taken place and headed to the shower for a long, hot bath. The flight crew headed out the next morning, and I never saw them again. We spent the next couple of days enjoying the sun and water in Aruba, and then headed back home. The flight back was excruciatingly long. I couldn’t help but wonder the entire time, though, if any of the members of the return flight crew were anywhere near as freaky as the ones on the last trip. You just never know, do you?
When I got back, I had an e-mail from Steve thanking me for the “service” and telling me he hoped I had enjoyed the trip. I replied back that I did and left it at that. I spent some more time catching up on the continuing stream of e-mails related to this whole series of events. One in particular that had caught my attention was a request to participate in a bukkake scene at a local sex club. Paid, of course. What to do, what to do?
The End