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Making a Connection - cont'd
Making a Connection - cont'd
As we settled in, I ventured a few awkward conversational gambits, and, to my surprise, she seemed in a mood to talk. So, as the plane took off and headed East into the dark sky, we talked. Of where we were coming from, what we did for work, what we did for fun, the usual things. Turned out she lived near me, had a job similar to mine, was married, had a cat, etc.
Funny how conversations work, and very often, don't. We fell into an easy conversational rhythm, and were like two old friends after a long time apart, catching up with each other. We traded food from each others plates from the multiple course meal (back when first class meant first class service). Even our silences felt comfortable, as though there was all the time in the world for us.
Gazing out at the lights of cities sliding by, I knew that wasn't true, and I began to wish the plane would slow down, or perhaps an emergency landing somewhere would be nice ...
Maybe it was the champagne, but we even talked about sex - my co-worker must've overheard, because at this point in the conversation, he popped up with a very interested, slightly amazed expression on his face, picking this time to say 'hello' and to obviously check out who I was talking to. I relucantly introduced them, staring lasers into his brain telling him to 'go away'. Finally, he slunk back into his seat, and we resumed our conversation.
And it was about this point that things got a little serious. She told me about husband, how he seemed to discovered that rough sex, and humiliation turned him on. How she hated it, and how that only seemed to spur him. How he had recently demanded a blow job from her, which she refused, all in front of his leering friends. And as she described his new-found interest in gang-bang (actually, there's another four-letter word, starting with an 'r' here, that would almost certainly be censored if I used it) videos, tears slid slowly her cheeks.
I was, of course, flabbergasted at this, I couldn't believe she was telling me, a virtual stranger, this story; and I was outraged at the 'man' who seemed to enjoy making this lovely sensitive soul cry. She went on to tell me that she'd had her parents staying at her house, and that in the morning, she was demanding a divorce.
As for me, I said all the comforting and supportive words I could think of, all the while feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience or something, like I'd suddenly landed in the middle of a movie, and I didn't know the script.
Anyway, this is getting too long, so I'll shorten it as best I can. We landed at the airport at about one in the morning, both of us had carried our baggage on-board, and we headed out of the airport. I bid good-bye to my co-worker, who took a cab home, and the lady and I (I won't name her here) headed for the parking shuttles. Fortunately (I thought) we'd parked in the same parking lot, because I was really struggling now, on how to say good-bye to her. When she reached her stop, I got off with her; after all, my car was only a couple hundred yards away, it was freezing cold, there had been some light snow while we were away, and my gloves were somewhere in my suitcase. So, I walked her to her car, she started it to warm up, while I put her bag into her trunk, and cleaned the snow off her car. Despite the cold, I took extra care and extra time cleaning the snow off, because I couldn't figure out how to say good-bye. But finally, it was obvious I couldn't stall anymore, and she stood in front on me and said "thank you". I said, "no, thank you." Then I sighed, and said "I don't want to let you go." She said "I know." and hugged me, and I hugged her back. She kissed my cheek, then, a lingering kiss; I savored the feel of her lips on my cheek. Then, she reached for my other cheek, and with her mittened hand, turned my face to hers and kissed me full on the lips, with her warm, full lips pressing into my cold ones, warming them with her kiss. I kissed her back, carefully at first, then with increasing passion. She slipped her hands under my coat, and began to caress my back; I unbuttoned her coat, slipped my arms around her waist, and pulled our bodies tightly together, as kisses now became even more passionate, our tongues embracing each other, same as our bodies did. Our kisses became increasingly passionate; both of us making small noises of desire and longing, which only seemed to inflame the others’ need. Suddenly, she broke the kiss, grabbed my arm, and said ‘come on’, pulling me towards her car. She opened the door, pulled the seat forward, then tugged at my coat, which I quickly shed, and she took it, and put it in the front, while directing me towards the back. She removed her coat, jumped in back, and closed the door, and we resumed our passionate kissing. She gradually pushed me further and further down, until I was laying down, with her on top of me. I carefully pulled her blouse from her skirt, to caress the skin on her back, then she removed her necklace, unbuttoned her blouse, and unsnapped her bra, (it snapped in the front). I began to caress her breast with one hand, her back, and her firm ass with the other, and I began kissing her face, her ears, her throat. She then raised up a bit, and presented her breast to me, and I eagerly took it into my mouth, kissing it, sucking it, nibbling it, while I began to caress her other breast with my other hand. She switched, then, and I began kissing her other breast, all the while my hands exploring her firm, sexy body. After long minutes of passionate kissing and groping, she sat up, and removed her panty hose and panties, but leaving her skirt on. She then unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my knees, freeing my painfully trapped erection from its prison. She crouched over me in that far-too-small back seat, and guided my erection into her, slipping easily into her very tight, but very wet pussy. She began to slowly make love to me, her pelvis sliding slowly up and down, it far too cramped for me to do much on my own. We still kissed and caressed each others bodies as she gently made love to me. After a few short minutes of this, she came mightily, moaning loudly a few times, and a sudden rush of her juice flowing onto me, my balls and thighs seemingly soaked. As her orgasm subsided, she put her face above mine, staring into my eyes, still moving slowly in the same, slow rhythm. As I reached my own orgasm, I felt her tears fall onto my cheek, and as I came, I took her face into my hands and kissed her as gently and as passionately as I could …
I’m sure no one wants to hear about the aftermath of lovemaking, of how hot and sweaty we’d become, between the car’s heater and our own body heat, the search for missing clothing. Eventually, we sorted everything out, and she drove me to my car. She said she had to go; otherwise our good-bye might’ve last until the dawn. I cleaned my car, and we kissed at some point one last time, and she drove away. I watched her car leave, kicking up a tail of snow, until she disappeared from sight. I stood awhile, looking into the night sky. Then I got in my car, and drove home.
I never saw her again.