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We were on a late flight to view some potential investment properties. We were both exhausted, and I could tell he was quite tense and uptight as he worked feverishly on his laptop finishing up paperwork on previous purchases and sales from the week. I ordered him a double shot of rum, coaxed him out of his jacket and removed his tie, then tossed them on the seats facing us. First-class was virtually empty, and I found the solitude relaxing enough to forget about work and spend my time flipping through the latest issue of Cosmo. One article in particular caught my eye regarding the best ways to relieve stress, and my mind began a devilish process all it's own.
By now my lover was amid total frustration as the day's exhaustion was wearing thin. I began rubbing his neck to which he responded positively, and he actually closed his eyes and rested his head back on the seat. While one hand continued to rub his neck, my other hand loosened a couple of buttons on his shirt, and I softly ran my nails across his chest. He ordered another double shot and proceeded to type away as I continued to lightly massage his neck and chest. Faking coldness, I reached for his jacket and covered myself, laid my head lightly on his shoulder, and began gently stroking his upper thigh. Assuming I was planning to drift off, he repositioned himself to allow me more comfort, my head on his chest and arm across his waist.
He continued to work, although his pace had slowed somewhat, obviously distracted by my nails caressing both his upper thighs, my hand lightly grazing his crotch as I moved from thigh to thigh. He once again laid his head back and closed his eyes, this time letting out a low, quiet moan of approval. His crotch wasn't visible to the naked eye thanks to the table pulled snuggly close with the laptop perched on top. I reached into my purse and pulled out the small travel bottle I always carry filled with baby oil gel. It's a must have for me when I travel for it's multitude of uses, such as easy eye-make-up removal, skin moisturizer, etc., without the mess of regular baby oil.
I repositioned myself...head on his chest, arm around his waist, this time draping his jacket over me so it covered his zipper. Unaware of the item I had retrieved from my purse, and not knowing what I had in mind, he remained with his eyes closed and head back against the seat in total relaxation. I once again began stroking his thighs, this time stopping to tease his crotch a bit more with each stroke. I looked up to find a slight smile on his face, his eyes still closed, and was pleased to find a nice erection building as my attention focused solely on his crotch. As I loosened his belt, he became a bit startled, so I quietly reassured him and coaxed him into laying back and relaxing.
I undid his trouser button, and slowly pulled down his zipper. I slid my hand inside his boxers and teased the head of his cock with my fingertips. I began caressing the head slowly then worked my way seductively down his shaft. It was then that I produced the baby oil gel from my lap, and put a good-sized amount on my hand. The whispered moan that escaped from his mouth as I began stroking his cock with my lubricated hand made met instantly wet. I lubricated the entire length of his cock, then increased my grip as I concentrated on the head. I now had one hand massaging the head of his cock while the other stroked the length of his shaft.
He whispered several naughty thoughts through his moans, his eyes remaining closed as his obvious orgasm approached. I watched as his facial muscles tightened slightly, then felt the warm cum release across the top of my hand. My own arousal stirred under my skirt and I could feel a slight wetness on my inner thigh. He laid back for a few moments regaining his composure, kissed me deeply, and promised that once we reached our awaiting car, he would graciously return the favor. The remainder of the flight was very relaxing for us both, but a frenzied state overtook him as we headed for the waiting car...
12/21/2005 5:34 pm
We had yet to leave the airport terminal and he was already kissing me deeply and fondling my breasts through my shirt. His arousal had returned, this time in a deeply manic and erotic state. Knowing my nipples to be the most sensitive part of my body, he slid his hand under my shirt, pulled my bra down just enough to reveal my eagerly awaiting breasts, an began lightly squeezing my nipples between his fingers. His mouth quickly covered one breast, sucking and nibbling gently as his hand continued to squeeze the other. |
My arousal intensified, so I slid my hand under my skirt and rubbed my clit through my panties to relieve the building pressure. He immediately moved my hand and restrained it against the seat, not allowing me to touch myself as he continued sucking, licking, and nibbling each breast. I was now the one in a state of frenzy, begging him to rub my clit. He continued to ignore my plea for mercy and concentrated vigorously on each nipple. My panties were soaked by the time his fingers made their way down to tease my clit, his mouth still focused on my nipples. He slid his finger under my panties and began teasing my my hard clit, then began lightly massaging and pulling it between two fingers.
I had lost all sanity by this point. I was begging him to slid his fingers inside me, but once again, my plea was ignored. Instead, he told me to turn around, my knees on the seat, facing the rear window. He slid my panties off and spread my legs, and continued to tease my clit with one hand, my nipples with the other. His warm, wet lips trailed across my ass checks. As he increased the pressure on my clit, he slipped his tongue inside me and began slowly working in and out.
He pulled away momentarily to unzip his pants, and I could see him stroking his hard cock out of the corner of my eye. He slid two fingers inside me, just enough to stimulate my hot, wet, wanting lips. I was begging loudly, almost in tears, for him to fuck me. I felt his fingers go deeper and deeper inside me, moving in and out harder and quicker with each thrust. I exploded, cum running down both inner thighs, my hands gripping the leather seats tightly. He then leaned back against the seat, still stroking his hard cock, and told me to get on. With my back facing him, I slid my dripping lips down around his cock, taking every inch inside me. He caressed my breasts as I began riding up and down.
I could feel his cock swelling inside me, my hands stroking his balls as I continued to slide up and down his now well-lubricated cock. He pulled me back against him and began thrusting upward, his fingers rubbing my hard clit. I released my second, more intense orgasm, my juices flowing down his cock. He wrapped his arms around my waist and shoved his cock deeply into me, filling me with his hot cum. We sat there satisfied and exhausted for several minutes in complete silence, me still on top with him inside me. It was then that we realized we were only blocks from our hotel, and we hurriedly made ourselves presentable, laughing at the thought of not composing ourselves in time, and not really giving a damn.