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HOT Air Balloon RIDE
HOT Air Balloon RIDE
HOT Air Balloon RIDE
He takes a quick shower, comes out of the bathroom wearing just a towel, and then you take your turn. You wonder what it would have been like to shower together, but he insists that you’re in a hurry.
When you get out of the shower he’s dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. He suggests you put on something similar, as the November mornings tend to be quite cool, and where we’re going will be cooler still at higher altitudes. However, he insists that you wear no bra and no panties.
“You won’t be needing them.”
He opens the door for you and you get in the car, excitement building as you try to envision the upcoming hot air ballon ride. The drive isn’t very long, and before you know it, you’re at the launch site.
Several balloons of varied colors and designs are inflated and ready to go. Our guide welcomes us and describes the schedule. “The ballon flight will be between an hour and and hour and a half long, followed by breakfast and a wine ceremony to celebrate your flight. We’ve got the safest certified pilots and for no additional charge we provide a photographer to take pictures of you during your flight.”
“The photographer won’t be necessary, thank you,” your man says politely to the guide. “I don’t want it to be too crowded for our trip.”
You get into the basket of a red and white balloon, and you meet the pilot. She's a woman in her mid-thirties. She seems friendly enough. She fires up the burner. When everything is set, the pilot hauls in the anchor weights, and the balloon slowly begins to drift upward.
The buildings get smaller and smaller until eventually you can see the whole town stretched out before you. The view of the city and the mountains from this height is spectacular as the sun begins to edge past the mountain peaks and into view. The air is cool but the vistas are breathtaking.
He puts his arm around you and holds you while the balloon floats skyward and towards the mountains in the east. His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel his warmth. The pilot answers your questions and makes a few attempts at small talk but otherwise doesn't speak.
He kisses your cheek lightly, then kisses your neck. As he’s kissing you, he starts to rub his hand against your breasts, brushing against your nipples through the fabric of the sweathsirt. He continues to do this for several minutes before sliding his hand up your shirt to caress your breasts and rub your nipples more directly. He whispers into your ear, “The beauty you see before you is NOTHING compared to the beauty I see beside me.”
He eventually slides his hand down to your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. His hand brushes against your warm, wet pussy, and his fingers rub gently and then firmly against your clit. You can feel his cock hard against your ass as one of his fingers slips inside you. You try to concentrate on the beauty of the views from your vantage point in the air, but it becomes increasingly difficult. You start to moan. You reach back with one hand to rub his cock through his pants while your other hand remains firmly planted on the edge of the basket.
The pilot had been describing the history of some of the places you see, but she stops when she realizes that you aren’t listening, and haven’t been for quite some time.
While one finger slowly slides in and out of you, another is rubbing your clit while he continues to kiss your neck. He reaches around with his other hand to pinch, twist, and rub your hard nipples.
He pushes your pants down with one hand, the other never leaving your pussy. He unzips his own, and he presses himself against you, you feel his hard cock throbbing against the cool skin of your ass. He whispers into your ear, “Grasp the edge of the basket with both hands and lean forward.” He pushes your legs further apart with his knees.
His hand slips away from your pussy, across your thigh, and pulls back. You gasp as he slides his swollen cock into your wet pussy from behind, entering you fully. He starts to thrust in a slow rhythym, and the beauty before you and the thrill of the flight gives each thrust an intensity you’ve never experienced before. His hands are grasping your hips and your ass as he is thrusting deep inside you.
He begins to thrust a little faster, and as he does, one of his hands reaches around you to rub your clit. The pressure on your clit and his rhythmic, powerful thrusting are bringing you near climax. Your moans ignite him.
He suddenly removes his hand from your clit and thrusts is throbbing cock deep inside of you, holding it there. “Hold on tight, my love.”
He wraps his arms around your thighs, and lifts your feet off the bottom of the basket. Your body is now parallel to the basket floor, with your legs pinned to his thighs and his cock thrust even deeper inside you.
Your hands grip the edge of the basket tightly as the hint of danger from having your feet off the floor sends a tremor through you. This sudden move sends you into a shuddering orgasm. He doesn’t stop thrusting his cock inside you until he feels the last ripple of your orgasm travel through your body.
He puts you down and turns you around. He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you deeply, his tongue eagerly dancing with yours inside of your hot mouth. His hands move from your face to grasp your breasts firmly, rubbing the nipples hard with his thumbs as he is kissing you passionately. He presses his body against yours, and you can feel that his glistening cock is still rock hard as he presses it against your wet, steamy pussy. He hasn’t come yet.
He pulls you back and gets between you and the wall of the basket. You are facing out, the beauty of the mountains filling your view, but you can’t seem to take your eyes away from the intense love and desire in his eyes…they seem to burn through you. He lifts your left leg with his left arm and holds it pressed against his waist as he guides his pulsing cock into your quivering pussy. He puts his right arm around your back, his hand on the back of your neck, his face is against yours, his cheek warm against your skin, his nipple rings pressed hard against your equally hard nipples. The cool morning air sends chills through your whole body, but you are hot with the heat of passion. The battle of heat and cold in your body elevates your sensations in a way that you hadn’t felt before.
He thrusts his cock up into you. His short, hard thrusts grind and bind you. He fucks you this way for an eternity that you hope never ends.
The symphony of moans that you create together reverberates throughout your bodies. He begins to thrust feverishly, his pace quickening.
He swiftly bites your neck, the slight pain sending tremors through you. He starts to moan more loudly as his cock explosively releases an eruption of cum inside you. As you feel his cock pumping warm cum inside you, you reach a trembling climax as well.
He kisses you passionately, his lips and tongue mesmerized by the taste of your mouth. He kisses his way down your neck, in between your breasts, down your belly, past your navel, and he continues downward until he is hungrily lapping up the delicious mixture of cream from your pussy.
He licks drops of cum from the insides of your thighs. You try to remember to enjoy the views from the balloon but your mind is in the clouds. He licks his way back up to your mouth for another steamy kiss. You can taste the mixture of your cum and his in his mouth.
He pulls away from you, touching your cheek with the back of his hand, running his hand through your hair, gazing into your eyes. He picks up his pants. From one of his pockets he takes out a small hand towel. He uses it to clean up some of the wetness from your pussy, his hand with the towel there beginning to drive you crazy all over again. He folds it and uses the other side to wipe off the cum from his softening cock.
As you both pull your pants back on, you remember that there’s a pilot on board with you. You glance over at her, and her face is flushed, her mouth is open. She closes it when she sees you looking at her. She smiles at you but can’t find any words to say. She manages to mutter something along the lines of, “We’ll be landing in about 20 minutes.”
He puts his arm around you, standing behind you again, as you both look out across the expanse before you. He kisses your cheek and holds your hand as you take in the beauty around you, once again fully aware of your surroundings. You are high on the passion of your flight and the glowing warmth from your bodies together. He begins to play with and rub your nipples once again, teasing you as the ground approaches.
The balloon descends slowly toward the ground, and as it lands, your spirit remains soaring high above it.