My Stagename Is ...

I wish I could take total credit for the story that follows this introduction, but it is a collaboration between a friend and I. We thought it would be interesting to take turns writing a paragraph. So we did. His words in blue, and my words in pink. Watching the story grow was amazing. It is definitely an experience I would like to repeat. Enjoy!


He watched the smooth curve of her ass under her sundress as she walked down the jetway. He'd noticed her in the gate area - strawberry blond, beautiful eyes and smile, firm young breasts and a tight gymnast's ass. He's been away from home long enough that he found himself mesmerized as she crossed and uncrossed her legs while talking on her cell, the lilt of a light southern drawl completing a beautiful portrait. And now as he proceeded down the jetway behind her, a beam of sunlight up ahead rewarded him with a confirmation that the hot summer day had persuaded her to choose the skimpiest of her string thongs in the interest of cool comfort.
She had noticed the man watching her. How could she not? His sheer size created an overpowering presence, even under the high ceilings and wide area of the terminal. He looked uncomfortable folded into the small plastic chairs. She dared not glance directly at him, but his broad shoulders and blonde hair registered in her peripheral vision. A nonchalant glance to the side rewarded her with a glimmer of piercing blue. She had immediately become self conscious of each movement. The weight of his gaze pressing on each inch of her. Her movements became more fluid and precise. Crossing and uncrossing her legs to draw his attention. A toss of her hair, a little extra laughter. Her phone call was the perfect excuse to keep to herself, but the devious side of her wanted to entice and tease him. The longer his eyes stayed on her the more excited she became, her nipples hardening as he rested his eyes on her chest. She could see his head tilt downward as he studied her legs just as her flight was called. She grabbed her bags and stood, her heart fluttering as she noticed him stand as well. She added an extra sway to her hips as she walked. She was already slightly wet at the thoughts running through her head. The wicked, dirty thoughts. Silently hoping he was headed to the same flight. Silently dreading the same.
The crowd pressed together at the end of the jetway, as more and more people funneled down to the traffic jam at the airplane door. He was painfully conscious of her presence so close to him; her light perfume mixed with the smell of the beach in her hair, and him pressed closely to the jut of her behind. He tried not to think about the growing sensation in his groin, the heat as the blood began to fill him. "Think of anything else" he told himself, looking away, trying to will the growing erection in his shorts away. From far away he became aware that she was speaking to him, and as he turned down to her upraised blue eyes, he couldn't help but notice the blush spreading across the top of her chest and the erect nipples straining against the light fabric of her sundress. No bra. "Fuck, no stopping this hardon now", he thought. "Pardon me, I 'm afraid my mind was elsewhere" he replied to her, conscious of the twinkle in her eye that told him he was caught, and that she knew EXACTLY where his mind had been.
She felt him pressed up against her in the crowd. Roughly calculating his height in her head. Not many men make her feel petite, but he positively dwarfed her. The image jumped in her head of him spinning her around, grabbing her right under her ass cheeks and lifting her onto his hard cock. And she knows his cock is hard. She can feel it pressed against the small of her back. The heat burning through his shorts and her thin dress. She knows she can't let the moment pass. She must find some way to open the conversation. But what to say? The only phrases that pop into her head are "take me!" and "fuck me!" which seem just a little too straight forward for the situation. She settles on a boring "Where are you headed?" but she has to repeat it several times before his eyes focus on her face. He has been off in his own world, and judging from the bulge in his pants it is the same world she wishes she was in at that moment. When his eyes finally meet hers the moment is charged with an unstoppable tension. It is all she can do not to press herself against him as she gazes up, up, up into his face. And she senses the twitch in his arm as he forces it to lie at his side instead of reaching for her. In that moment, they are alone. But suddenly the crowd around them surges forward as the plane begins to board.
The crowd began to move just as he processed her question through the increasing fog of his lust. "uhh, home..back to Maine. Um, and you?" he asked as they stepped into the plane's vestibule. Again the crowd pressed forward while she was forced to stop short, and he felt his increasingly uncomfortable erection pressed close to the thin fabric of her sundress at the top of her ass. She was looking up and back over her shoulder with those piercing blue eyes, a smile on her lips and the tip of a very wet tongue peeking out. She was speaking again, but he couldn't hear; so he smiled his kindest smile and inclined his ear down towards her lips, all the while savoring the view down the front of her thin, thin sundress. "oh god", he thought, "let her be somewhere in first class with me and maybe I can trade seats so I can talk to her". "right...talk to her..you fucking ridiculous, horny bastard, fantasizing your life away" He shook the thought away, leaned in slightly closer, pressing tighter as he did, and said "I'm really sorry, it's so crowded and noisy I couldn't hear you."
Her first reaction as he leaned in closer to her was to tilt her head and expose her neck for his lips. Willing him to close the last few inches and place a kiss on her heated flesh. To slide her shoulder strap off and take a nipple between his teeth. To take her in front of the whole airport of people. Her passion only slightly dulled with the realization that she would only be headed to Atlanta while he continued on to his home in Maine. She could hope for a long layover, but what good would that do? She knew she needed more than a few hours with this man. A few hours would only allow her to sample him. And, at this moment, she wanted to touch and taste every inch of him. As he had leaned in closer to her she had caught a whiff of his skin. Sun and musk and soap. No overpowering cologne, just the scent of man. She could feel the need for him travel down her spine and pool, warmth and wetness radiating from her pussy just at the thought of her lips on him. In that one second a whole array of possibilities flashed through her mind as he leaned into her. Her one word answer was full of disappointment. "Atlanta"
He was startled to hear the catch in her voice as she answered, and his mind began to race with possibilities that had seemed like the most adolescent fantasy just seconds ago. With his head inclined, he was free to gaze down the front of her body, and he drank in the the site of her chest and belly rising and falling with shallow breaths, her nipples straining against the fabric of her sundress, and he inhaled her scent deeply, now wondering if he caught just a hint of her musk as well. In an instant, he decided to take a chance. "I'm sorry", he said, turning her face to look deeply into her eyes and smiling knowingly. "One more time?" he said , as he again inclined his head and placed his ear a half inch from those wet, red lips, while reaching around to place his left hand on her warm hip, applying gentle pressure back towards him, his cock nestling deeper against the small of her back.
Her back arched as he pulled her back against him. Her face tilted naturally for her lips to meet his, but she stopped just short of kissing him. Her answer just a breath against his lips. "Atlanta" she sighed. She knew he felt the quiver that went through her body. It seemed to center on just the places their bodies touched. Her eyes heavy lidded as she fought the urge to melt into him. Trying to hold on to her sense of "raised in the South" proprieties and decorum in front of this large crowd of people. She knew the old couple in front of them had already given them dirty looks at least twice. The other part of her, the dirty impulsive girl, wanted him to run his hand up her thigh, push aside her lace thong and slip a finger in her dripping cunt. As that thought flitted through her mind she felt his hand tighten on her hip. She glanced up into his eyes and saw that thought reflected. One sharp intake of breath and his lips brushed hers. Had his hand not firmly held her against his body she would have collapsed. She let out an audible whimper as he pulled away from her. Her body swaying towards him as he moved. She inwardly berated herself for showing her weakness, just for him to pull away. Her head fell forward, trying to hide the hurt expression on her face. He just reached out to her and gently turned her around to face him. Placing his hand under her chin he slowly lifted her face to his and looked into her eyes, noticing the tears already swimming in their depths.
"Shhh" he whispered, "please trust me" as he slid his large hand firmly to her lower belly and pulled her back closer to support her weight. "I'm sorry" he said over her head, making eye contact with the flight attendant just inside the cabin door, "it seems my girlfriend isn't feeling well. Unfortunately we booked the flights separately, and she's in coach, I'm in first class. Can I purchase an upgrade for her so I can take care of her?" He thought he noticed a faint smile of recognition cross the face of the attractive brunette flight attendant, but she replied with a professional, "of course, sir, let me ask some passengers to switch seats so you two can take care of each other." Again he thought he saw that fleeting smile as she made this last comment, but the flight attendant simply cocked a finger and indicated that they should follow. All this time, she had been resting her head against his chest, and he could feel her pressing, almost grinding into his cock as he supported her with one strong arm. Now he reached down and grabbed her carry on, looked down into those gorgeous blue eyes and said "let me help you to our seats, hon" as he eased her forward into the cabin. Her eyes never left his, as she simply surrendered to his strength and let him guide her forward, one hand firm on her belly, pushing her forward by leaning into her ass. As he looked up for their seats, he saw a clearly knowing smile now on the face of their flight attendant, and smiled himself when he saw she was directing them to the darkened last row of first class, a thick curtain behind separating them from coach, and the row in front of them dark and empty. As he lowered her into the window seat and began to arrange their blankets, he silently thanked his lucky stars that he'd decided to take the redeye.
She wasn't sure why, but she put her trust totally in this stranger. His body wrapped around hers protectively as they were shown to their seats. As he lowered her gently to her seat, his hand slid up her arm leaving goosebumps. Her flesh instantly craving the return of his warmth. Looking into his eyes as he tucked the blanket around her on the window side her stomach fluttered ... or was that her heart? The pull to kiss him was overwhelming, so she leaned forward, closing the few inches that separated them to press her lips to his. His hand sliding up her body and across her breast to slip behind her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue delving into her mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in her throat. Never breaking the kiss he settled into the chair beside her. His body pressing into her reminded her that she was now at his mercy. The thought, instead of scaring her, excited her more.
He smiled as he broke their kiss and whispered, "I guess I should introduce myself" quickly scanning the first class cabin, eyes locking back onto hers. "I'm Drew" he whispered and immediately resumed their kiss, deeper and more urgent now. His hand slid slowly from the back of her head down her side, until he was reaching around her waist, hand firmly on her ass, his strong fingers forcing the soft fabric of her dress into the crack of her ass. The armrest between the seats had been raised, so that the entire two seats had become their first class love seat, and now he pulled her close and turned her to face him. All the while, he could feel more than hear her soft moans growing as their deep kiss continued. Drew slid his free hand up between them, grazing her breast lightly and drawing a guttural growl from deep in her throat as a reward. His hand continued until it was stroking the side of her beautiful face, their tongues continuing to explore each other deeply. His senses were intoxicated with her; he inhaled deeply and was overwhelmed with her scent, her arousal now clear and distinct. His mind briefly registered that in his quick glance, it was clear the flight attendant had gone out of her way to accommodate their tryst - not only was the row in front of them clear, but the row to the side was as well. "Pretty nice of her", he thought, "or is there something more?" The thought was interrupted by the feel of her small hand making contact with the raging heat at the front of his shorts, and now it was his turn for an animal groan to escape from deep within.
Her hand stroked up the length of his cock through the fabric of his shorts, testing the length and breadth. Turning sideways in the seat, she drew her left knee against the seatback and placed her right leg across his lap. She was thankful that the cabin was slightly chilled and their blanket did not look out of place. Undoing the button at his waist and sliding the zipper down, she slipped her hand inside. Fingers wrapping around his thickness, sliding her thumb across his velvet head. A drop of pre-cum on the pad of her thumb. She pulled away from his kiss long enough to lick it from her thumb, tasting him. She shimmied her body around again, this time laying down, her knees tucked against her chest, head in his lap. Taking his cock in her hand, she looked into his eyes as she licked up the underside of his cock. Reaching the tip she said, "Nice to meet you Drew, my name is Julie." Then she slid her lips over his head and as far down as she could comfortably reach. Noticing the uncomfortable angle, he adjusted himself, leaning slightly on his right hip, tilting into her mouth.
A whispered 'Yesssssssss" hissed through his clenched teeth as he watched his dick disappear into her mouth and throat, and his mind swam with the sensation of hot wet liquid softness that was gliding up and down his shaft. He knew he couldn't last long; nor did he want to. He slid his left hand down over the swell of Julie's now humping ass and quickly pulled the hem of her sundress up to her hips. As his fingers trailed down the increasingly wet cleft of her ass, he was surprised to find that her thong was already pulled aside; surprised until his fingertips stroked through her pussy and met Julie's, already frantically rubbing her clit. The fact that their need was so urgent, so well matched, made him even hotter. He slipped his long, thick middle finger deep into Julie's cunt, massaging her G-spot even as he felt the pace of Julie's masturbation increase. At the same time, his index finger began to trace circles on the tight ring of her ass, smearing Julie's now copious juices all over and slowly teasing his way inside. Julie's pace increased on his cock in response, and she began to fondle his balls with her free hand. He knew the time was near, so he began to slowly pump the length of his middle finger in and out of her grasping pussy, curling it up to pressure her G-spot on each stroke. At the same time, his index finger plunged into her ass, lubricating it with more of Julie's juices with each stroke. Julie was humping hard against his fingers now, and matching his pace with her own fingers on her clit. Drew looked down and locked onto Julie's heavy-lidded blue eyes, knowing they were both close, so fucking close. He heard a small noise over his right shoulder, so he broke Julie's gaze and looked quickly around the cabin, finally glancing back over his right shoulder to find the source of the noise. There, in the darkened flight attendants alcove, sat the pretty brunette flight attendant, eyes locked on Julie's mouth as she pumped Drew's dick in and out. The flight attendant's blouse was unbuttoned, and she was rolling one thick nipple between two fingers, her other hand buried beneath her pulled up skirt, thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy, her thong pulled roughly to the side. Drew felt Julie begin to spasm on his fingers, and as he looked back down, was amazed to see that Julie's eyes were now locked on the woman as well, even as Julie continued to devour his cock and her own orgasm began to roar through her body. She tore her eyes away as Drew began to erupt deep in her throat, and they stared at each other through a haze of lust as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over them.
She had rarely experienced an orgasm this intense. Drew's fingers still buried in her were causing aftershocks of pleasure. The feel of him inside her greatly reduced the embarrassment that might have taken over when she looked away from him and back at the stewardess. The fact he was still stroking his fingers slowly in and out of her gave Julie the courage to meet the stewardess' gaze. She watched her slowly rebutton her blouse, her skirt already tugged back into place. Julie offered her a smile, but Drew went a step further. He motioned for the stewardess to come over, and she did, her steps only slightly wobbly. Then he indicated she should lean down. When her head was level with his, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Julie couldn't hear his words, but she watched the stewardess (her nametag said Melanie) and saw her eyes flutter shut as he spoke. Melanie's hand on the armrest was the one which had recently been buried in her cunt, and Julie could smell her scent. Unexpectedly, Melanie straightened up and moved into the space between the seats. Her legs slightly parted as she reached into the overhead compartments, seeming to search for something. Drew took Julie's hand and started to slide it up the stewardess' inner thigh, their fingers twined together. Reaching the apex, they entered her together. A few long strokes and Drew pulled their hands back. He slid his fingers in Julie's mouth and she brought hers up to his. Julie's taste mingled with Melanie's, she could distinctly tell them apart. Melanie looked down at them, leaning forward to tuck the blanket around Julie, her hand deftly slipping under the blanket. She quickly found Julie's pussy, still wet, and stuck two fingers deep inside. With a discreet movement she placed her fingers in her mouth, sucking off Julie's cum. She leaned over once again, this time with her mouth beside Julie's ear, and she whispered "you're delicious", placed a kiss on her cheek and walked away. Julie turned her face to Drew, eyes questioning him about this interesting exchange.
"I…uh…I'm sorry".. he started to say as Julie sat up and straddled him, shifting over to the window seat and re-arranging their blankets as they moved, her blue eyes never leaving his. "…it's just that she was so nice, and it was so…so…hot..watching her look at you like that…she just seemed to need it so bad" he stammered. She silenced him with a finger on his lips, her wet pussy nestling down onto the tip of his rapidly hardening cock (his shorts and her thong long since discarded to the floor). His strong hands began to knead her ass as she laid her head down on his shoulder, lips just millimeters from his ear. He could feel the tip of her hot wet tongue tickle his ear as she began to whisper.
"Shhhh, I liked it .. no, I loved it. Do women always do what you ask?" He could tell there was more to the question than just random curiosity. Did Julie want him to demand she do something? Or did she want him to ask the stewardess to do something? The possibilities running through his mind were varied and so very dirty. Drew's cock was rock hard in an instant with the fantasies her question had conjured up. Her pussy opening to receive him as he grew, coming to life inside her. Her eyes widening as she felt him fill her. Amazed that he was ready to go again. He placed one hand on her hip, the other on her breast, his thumb and index finger rolling her pert nipple. She wanted to move, but Drew held her still. He took her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, his strong tongue stroking against hers. She took his tongue, sucking on it as she had sucked his cock just moments before, and then he started to move. Thrusting up into her, mimicking the suction on his tongue. Squeezing her nipple hard, almost brutally between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, wanting more. Still he held her immobile. His thumb digging into her hip, showing her that he was the one in control.
He instinctively knew what she wanted, no, what she needed. He smacked her ass hard with the hand that had been on her hip and hissed "wait for it, you horny little slut. You'll get off when I'm good and ready". His strong hand forced her down hard onto his cock, holding her there while he continued to lengthen and swell. He continued to roll her nipple between his fingers, pulling it towards him, eliciting a deep growl of pain/pleasure from deep within Julie. "Please…." He heard her moan into his ear, and he knew it wasn't a plea for him to be gentle…no, it was a guttural plea for more. He began to lift her ass up with one hand, and began a series of long, slow strokes the length of his cock, pausing to tease her opening with the tip of his cock each time he reached the end of the delicious journey. With his other hand, he pulled her ear close to his lips, and began to whisper the words he knew she longed to hear. "Give yourself to me baby…surrender…you know you want to…you know you want me to take control, to take care of you." Her moan and the way she ground down onto his cock told him he had guessed right, that she craved his strength and dominance. "…and if you're a good girl" he hissed into her ear "…I'll have that stewardess on her knees licking you while I fuck your ass"
Julie glanced up quickly when his hand met her ass, the sharp slap clearly audible throughout the cabin. Melanie's head snapped up too, and she grinned secretly to herself knowing exactly where the sound came from. She looked into Julie's eyes from a few rows away and winked. A few other passengers were looking around with looks of confusion on their faces, trying to place the sound. Julie ducked her head against Drew's shoulder, blushing furiously. She wanted to be offended that he had drawn attention to them, but when she buried her face against the side of his neck she was breathing in his scent. And then he was speaking into her ear, hissing into her ear .. his words turning her on as much as his touch. It was like he saw into her dirtiest dreams and was giving them to her with each syllable and each stroke. When he mentioned her deepest darkest secret need she immediately came. The idea of Melanie's pink tongue flicking across her clit as Drew slammed his cock into her ass sending her over the edge. At the height of her orgasm she heard Drew whisper to her "good girl".
Drew held Julie tight while wave after wave of orgasm rippled through her body. He knew Melanie was watching, because he had seen Julie lock eyes with her after he smacked her ass. The thought excited him even more as his dick throbbed in Julie's pussy, awaiting his release. He stroked Julie's sweaty back and ass as her ragged breathing slowly returned to normal, whispering softly in her ear "ohh, good girl…such a good little girl…I'm going to take such good care of my baby girl.." while his other hand softly stroked her hair. While Julie purred incoherently into his neck, he sensed Melanie's presence as she eased into the seat next to them. He stared into her eyes as she placed both hands on the sides of his face and began to kiss him deeply. His cock jumped inside Julie as she turned to watch, still nestled deeply into his neck. Melanie continued their kiss, but reached a hand under the blanket to where Drew and Julie were still joined. He could feel her encircle his cock just outside Julie's pussy, feeling the slick heat as he began long, slow strokes in and out of her dripping cunt. He heard Julie groan into his neck as Melanie began to finger her clit, and watched with growing lust as Melanie leaned across his chest, her taut breasts spilling from her blouse, and she began to kiss Julie deeply.
Julie had never had a threesome, but she had fantasized about it frequently. Of course, before this flight she had never had sex in public, and definitely not in front of another person. So many of her wettest dreams were becoming reality. Melanie's mouth tasted sweet on hers, and her small fingers were quite different than what she was used to, but they felt so good stroking her clit. Julie placed one hand on Drew's chest for leverage, but the other she slid between Melanie's thighs. Her fingers nestling in to the hot wetness of Melanie's cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles against her clit. Drew took Melanie's left nipple between his teeth, sucking and nibbling her tits as he rolled his hips, thrusting into Julie. A perfect circle. The only thing that would have made it better was a king size bed on which to spread out. While Julie was busy finger fucking Melanie's pussy, Drew slipped his hand around behind her, rubbing his thumb against her ass. Melanie arched her back, pushing herself down onto his thumb, forcing his finger into her ass. Julie could feel it enter her, her fingers rubbing against Drew's fingers through a thin wall. And Julie could feel Melanie's muscles start to tighten, start to ripple with orgasm. Her kiss more frantic as she thrust herself against their hands, cumming all over their fingers. Without even thinking about it, Julie and Drew had matched their rhythm to that of Melanie. Cock slamming into cunt, faster and harder. They came together moments after Melanie, Julie pulled away from Melanie's kiss to plunge her tongue into Drew's mouth, needing to taste him as he filled her.
Drew's arms crushed Julie to him as their kiss deepened and his huge orgasm began to pump her cunt full of hot semen. Drew wanted to envelop her with his strength, to deliver on his promise of taking care of her. Melanie, momentarily forgotten as Drew and Julie groaned their orgasms into each others mouths, began to softly knead Drew's balls with one hand while stroking Julie's hair with the other, softly whispering to them both as their passion intensified. "Yes, big boy, fill her, fill her with this fat cock. Empty these big fat balls into that wet little pussy so I can drink your cum from her lips." And then for Julie "ohh, that's a good little girl, ride that fat cock and cum all over it so I can lick your delicious juices off that beautiful dick". Her words had the desired effect on them both, their passion spiraling higher and higher as wave after wave of orgasm washed over them, lost in each other and their kiss, oblivious to where they were and how this beautiful sex coach had appeared to encourage their lust. Slowly, they broke their kiss and Julie buried her head in Drew's neck, giving soft whimpers as he slowed the frantic pace and now moved his still hard cock slowly within her. He whispered softly into her ear as he watched Melanie re-arrange her clothing, give him the lightest of kisses and move off into the shadows. "Shh, baby…I'm right here…you're safe with me…I'll take care of you, I'll make love to you, I'll give you just what you need, baby" he cooed softly, squeezing his strong arms tightly around her softly as he heard her soft whimpers in reply to his words.
As their heart rates slowed, Drew withdrew from her body. Julie whimpered at the feeling of emptiness as his head slipped past her lips. Drew sat up and pulled Julie back onto his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She settled into his warmth, sighing contentedly, her head rested on his broad shoulder. They stayed this way for a moment, silent. Neither wanted to break the mood, knowing that shortly the pilot would announce their descent. So many thoughts ran through Julie's mind. Should she just walk away, holding this perfect moment in her mind? Should she beg him to cancel his connecting flight and spend the day with her in Atlanta? Just as she started to speak, Drew tightened his arms around her and took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak as well. They both stopped, looking into the others eyes and meeting in a kiss. This kiss was softer and sweeter, laced with the melancholy of the moment. Neither wanted to face the goodbye that was to come.
The seatbelt light came on, and the pilot announced that they were 25 minutes from landing, asking that flight attendants begin preparations for final descent. Drew could feel Julie wiggle and heard her whimper, as she made to move off his lap. Drew didn't know what would happen once they landed, but he knew he was intoxicated with this girl, and the cabin was still dark as they prepared for the early AM landing. One big arm encircling Julie crushed her to his chest, while his other big hand landed on her bottom with a resounding "SMACK'!"Stop.." he hissed into her ear "…don't you fucking move till I tell you, little girl, understand?" He could see Julie looking at him wide-eyed, nodding slowly as she processed these words. Her eyes widened even more when, impossibly, she felt his thick, slick cock begin to harden under her yet again. "Now turn around and sit on my lap facing forward, and rest your head back on my shoulder" he commanded, noting with pleasure that she moved instantly and wordlessly to obey. He looked down at her firm breasts spilling proudly from her unbuttoned sundress, then down further at the slickness of her shaved sex. He felt her ass squirming on his now rigid member, desperately trying to create friction as her own desire began to mount in spite of her fear of being discovered, of being so blatantly naked in the open. "I made you a promise baby girl..", he whispered as his fingertips began to travel the length of her dripping slit. '..and I alway keep my promises". He heard a sharp intake of breath and felt a shiver go through Julie's body as the tip of his thick, dripping cock pushed its way into her ass, slowly filling her until it was buried deep within her, his fingers now lightly stroking Julie's clit while he cooed into her ear "good girl, such a good girl to take so much, so deep…". Julie's head was thrown back against Drew's shoulder, her eyes shut tight, reveling in her abandonment to Drew's will, savoring his strong arm squeezed tight across her middle as much as the thick, hot cock buried deep inside her ass. She was exposed now, totally exposed as Drew had pushed their blankets aside, but she was lost in the sensations of the moment. Drew began to slowly pump his cock in and almost completely out of Julie's tight ass. He noticed Melanie moving down the aisle asking passengers to replace their seats and tray tables to the upright position. He was pleased to see the shock and wide-eyed lust on Melanie's face when she encountered the scene before her. "on your knees, slut, and lick my little girl's pussy while I fuck her ass" he hissed at her, and grinned as she instantly dropped to her knees and complied. Julie's eyes shot open when Melanie's tongue made contact with her pussy, an involuntary animal groan escaping from deep in her throat. "No!" she thought "this can't be happening, what am I doing?!" as Drew's strong arm held her motionless in place.
Melanie's hot pink tongue lapped at Julie's clit and delved past it into her pussy. Her warm brown eyes glancing up at Julie's breasts bouncing over her head. She knew there was limited time before she would be forced to return to her own seat for the descent. Melanie reached out and took Drew's balls in her hand, her other hand buried between her own legs. Julie was past the point of questioning the situation, she was completely in the moment, enjoying each stroke of Melanie's tongue and each thrust of Drew's cock into her ass. Just as Julie thought she couldn't take another source of stimulation, Melanie shoved three fingers into her cunt, dripping wet with her own juices. Drew slipped his hand over Julie's mouth, muffling the moans of her orgasm. Pulling out just as he started to cum, spurting his hot cum into Melanie's waiting mouth. Just then the announcement came that they were lining up for the final approach. Melanie quickly stood, leaning forward to kiss Julie deeply, her mouth still full of cum. "Now clean up and buckle up, this bumpy ride is almost over" she said as she turned to leave, hurrying to her required spot. Drew and Julie quickly tugged their clothes back into place. Drew leaned over, pulling Julie's seatbelt and fastening it for her, an overhelming urge to care for this girl at his side with even the smallest gesture. He picked up her hand, twining his fingers with hers. He lifted her hand, kissing the back gently. The slightest touch of his lips sending trembles through Julie's entire body, the kiss burning against her. She squeezed his hand tighter, unwilling to let go.
As the plane finished taxiing to the gate, Drew and Julie unbuckled their seat belts and Drew pulled Julie onto his lap, kissing her deeply and holding her tightly in his strong embrace. He could feel Julie's tears warm and wet on her face, and he knew she was wrestling with the same impossible questions he was --- what now? Could they possibly just walk away and forget this night? But what could they do -- they had lives, jobs and commitments in different cities? As these questions roiled his mind, he could feel Julie bury her face into his neck, and feel the heaving sobs that were racking her body. He knew she needed him to take charge, to make sense of this situation and bring order out of the chaos they'd created. He squeezed her one more time, quieted her sobs, and stood to let Julie into the aisle, retrieving her carry on from the overhead. At the same time he reached up and retrieved his own, he turned to see Julie's big beautiful eyes wide and questioning. He reached down to take Julie's bag from her hand, and spoke to her firmly. "We need to talk" he said quietly as they began to walk off the plane "and we're not going to do that over the phone. We're going into that terminal, and I'm buying us two tickets for a couple of weeks in the Caribbean. We're going to sort out what the future holds for us, if there's a future for us, and I hope there is. We're also going to learn everything about each others' bodies and sexual needs and pleasures, and we're going to do all of this without any distraction from real life, day-to-day crap". They were in the terminal now, and as Julie started to speak Drew dropped their bags, spun her to face him, and picked her off the floor in a crushing embrace, his lips close to her ear as he whispered passionately "Don't say no, Julie, please don't say no! I don't know exactly what we have, but I know it's unbelievably special, and I know we'll never have this chance again" as his own tears streamed down his face.
Julie chuckled a little to herself, probably not the reaction that Drew expected but she couldn't help it. The idea that she would even think of saying no to this man, of saying no to time to explore and worship his body, was so absurd that the laughter bubbled up unexpectedly. The moment they had first touched this moment had been decided. They were inextricably bound to each other. It made no sense and they were clearly crazy, but she knew that if she didn't follow wherever he led her she would deeply regret it forever. Julie reached up, pulling Drew's face to hers and kissed away the tears. "You asked me to trust you and I do. I am in your hands." she told him. Then she took his earlobe between her teeth and said "and never expect me to tell you no".

Soon we will have to leave. The kids were staying with the grandparents for the weekend, and we haven't even been able to enjoy the time alone together. He had to work, and we had errands to run and things to do around the house. The time just slipped through our fingers, and before we knew it we needed to think about getting in the car and heading out. But instead of going to get his keys he stood up and began to unfasten his belt. He dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. The instant his hands touched his belt I had started to undress. I was naked by the time he started to tug his shirt over his head. Sitting on the couch waiting for his next move.

He walked over to me, crossing the few feet that separated us. Nudging my knees apart to stand between them. Lifting my chin with his hand to bring it even with his cock. I cup his ass in my hands, pulling him into me. Looking up as I kiss and lick along his growing dick, eyes locked with his for a moment. But only for a moment. I like to enjoy the show as I bring him to life. As his shaft grows and his balls contract. Hot, velvet flesh gliding over my lips. My tongue pressing against the underside of him, along the vein, stroking him as he slides in and out. Pausing at the tip to circle the head. The tip of my tongue tracing the ridge where the head meets the shaft.

An idea suddenly pops into my head. I wiggle around on the couch. Angling my body so that my head is on the seat and I am open to him. First, he carresses me with his fingers. His cock still deep in the hot, wet cave of my mouth. He leans forward, closer and closer still. I am trying to concentrate on the rhythm of his hips thrusting into me, but my heart is singing as I imagine his lips lowering toward my pussy. My brain distracted while trying to think where he will first touch me. Will his lips claim my clit? Will his tongue flick over my cunt before burying himself deeply in it? And that first touch rips through me. A broad, flat stroke of his tongue. Across my clit, over my pussy and back. Lapping at me. His tongue gliding across me with his strokes in and out of my mouth. His fingers return to nestle deeply inside me as he continues to suck on my clit.

The angle is off for him. He pulls out, sitting down on the sofa. Urging me to place my knees on his shoulders. It takes a little work and some careful positioning, but finally we get it just right. My knees rest on the back of the sofa. My hands are on his knees. His right arm is wrapped against the small of my back, relieving my arms of the weight. We are just so. And it is perfect as he returns his attention to my pussy, mere inches from his face. At this angle his cock slides deep in my throat, and he can rock his hips upward against me. The long, deep strokes and his mouth on my clit take me over the edge. Without his arm locking me against him I would have slid to the floor. Lost in the orgasm as it rolled through my body. Sucking his cock with renewed fervor, wanting to give back as much pleasure as I had just received.

Finally admitting defeat at the hands of gravity, I slide down his body. Straddling him, facing away as he guides his cock inside me. My hands rest on the coffee table as I lever my cunt up and down on his shaft. His hands on my hips helping me keep the angle. He presses up. Standing behind me now. My forearms are resting on the coffee table, my body forming a V with my ass in the air. He slides his cock, slick and wet with my juices across the slit. Teasing me. Making me rock back against him. Just the head of his dick in me now. In and out. Just the head. His thick velvet head against my cunt. Feels so good, but so excruciating at the same time. Wanting so badly for him to bury himself fully inside me. Wanting him to grab my hips and slam into me. Wanting so much more. Wanting it all.

He places his hands on my ass. His fingers splayed out, kneading the cheeks. His thumbs teasing my ass. Sliding over my hole, stroking the tight opening. Spreading my ass cheeks so he can watch his cock enter me. And I can see it in my head, the thought of this intimate view of our bodies joined together makes me even more wet, muscles clenching in anticipation.

I feel the slight hesitation in his rhythm just a moment before he sheaths himself inside me. Slipping inside, stretching me to fit around him. His thumbs still spreading my ass, teasing lightly. My pussy so wet he requires no lube to slip his thumb inside. As his cock strokes into me his thumb withdraws, and as his hips rock back his thumb pushes into me. Pushing. Pulling. Sending me higher and higher. My body reaching for orgasm. And as I start to cum, my body slides across the coffee table. Torso flat against the cool wood as my body burns. Breasts pressed flat. Nipples sliding across the wood with each slowing stroke.

He hasn't cum yet, but he sits back on the couch. He pulls me into his lap, kissing me. My hand wrapped around his cock. Sliding slowly up and down as we kiss. He pulls back and says but one word. "Mouth". I sink to my knees and take him in my mouth. Tasting myself on him. I lick up the underside of the shaft. Lick all the way around his hard cock. Moistening it so that I can take him all the way in my mouth. One of his hands on my chin. The other hand twined in the hair at the nape of my neck. Guiding me. Holding me. My hands are occupied. Cradling his balls in one hand, my thumb moving in a lazy circle over first the left, then the right side. My other hand buried beteen my legs. Stroking my clit as he fucks my mouth.

He warns me that he is about to cum, so I position my mouth in such a way that the hot cum shooting into my mouth can pool. Rubbing my clit harder as he starts to pump his load into my mouth. Cumming with him. My thighs dripping wet. And as the last spasm passes through him, I swallow his seed. And suck him clean.

He puts his hands under my arms, helping to lift me to his lap. Snuggling against him as our bodies cool. My head on his chest. His arms wrapped aroound me. He gently lifts my chin, kissing first my eyes, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. A satisfied sigh escapes us both.

And then the realilzation hits that we must dress and hit the road. A stolen moment. Spent perfectly. Stupid grins on our faces as we pull on our clothes and then head for the car.

She is already in the motel room, waiting for him to show up. She is completely naked, pacing back and forth. Nervous. Slipping her robe on.... taking it off. Every few minutes she changes her mind. When he knocks on the door she happens to be naked. Opening the door, just a crack to make sure it is him. Swinging the door wide when she sees it is, not noticing the old man walking down the hall. He rushes into the room, closing the door behind himself. They are both laughing a little. The ice completely broken, thinking of the old guy having a heart attack in the hallway, but she is laughing a bit harder than she should since he is about to walk by their door. He covers her mouth with his hand, trying to keep her quiet, but with his other hand he starts to touch her. Her breasts, her waist, sliding around to stroke her ass. Still covering her mouth, he is behind her now, hand exploring her, holding her still, her back arched as she leans against him. Breasts straining, hoping his hand will return to flick her nipples, squeeze her tits. Legs slightly parted, rubbing her clit. Hand on her hip, pulling her ass back against him so she can feel his cock, hard against her. If her mouth wasn't covered she would be begging, but she just has to stand there and let him do whatever he likes. His hand leaves her body ... but only for a moment, his pants fall to the floor, and she feels him totally against her. The head of his cock rubbing against her. He can't wait a moment longer and she is so wet. He leans her forward against the dresser, in front of the mirror and in one hard, fast thrust he buries himself in her. His hand on her mouth, still muffling her moans. Looking in the mirror so she can see his face as he slides into her. And as he starts to move against her, their eyes are locked, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser, holding her still as he begins to move faster, thrusting harder. His hand slips to her shoulder, holding her in place, the other hand on her hip. She is rocking her body back into him, making each stroke even harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together. His thrusts so hard that the dresser is banging against the wall. They are starting to worry someone will be knocking on the door, so he pulls out long enough to lay back on the bed. She climbs onto the bed, taking him in her mouth, sucking her taste off his cock. Just for a minute before she straddles him, sinking down on his cock. Taking him into her. Starting to ride him. Leaning forward, tits rubbing against his chest, her mouth on his, kissing him deeply. He grabs her ass, pulling her down hard against him. To speed her up he smacks her ass, and she grinds against him. So he spanks her harder. Her hands on his knees, arching back from him, stroking all the way up and down on his cock. She rotates her hips in a small circle , grinding her clit against him on each downstroke. Muscles clenching around the head of his cock on each upstroke. She can tell he is getting closer to cumming than he would like. He has to take over the rhythm, so he rolls her to the side. Staying inside her as they roll. She is holding onto his ass, pulling him into her, fingers digging into him. And she is so close. He starts to fuck her even faster, she is begging him for more. Faster, harder, and harder still. Her hips rising off the bed to meet his thrusts. Her head falls back as she starts to cum. Her whole body clenches as wave after wave hits her, and he doesn't slow. Driving into her again and again. So close himself as she cums all over his cock. Wetter and slicker. He fucks even harder. Slamming into her so hard. She is completely incoherent. He has to place his hand back over her mouth. And still his hips roll forward, slamming into her. She can feel him tighten. And at the very last second he pulls out, moving forward so that his cock is right over her lips. He pushes the head of his cock in her mouth. Forcing her to suck her own cum off of him again. And she is doing it greedily, sucking so hard, letting him fuck her mouth. All the way into her throat. Her eyes water as she tries to catch her breath. His hand on the back of her head, holding her still as he buries himself in her mouth as deep as he can, cumming into her mouth. Cumming deep in her throat. Still thrusting, until every last drop of cum is in her mouth. She continues sucking on him, making sure she doesn't miss a drop
Not wanting him to pull out of her mouth.
But finally he has to.
He flops down beside her, slinging an arm across her body. Pulling her back against him. Kissing her neck as their breathing calms.

Everyone's sex life goes through ups and downs. You first meet and you can't get enough of each other. The touch! The scent! The TASTE! It is all you can do to make it through a date, through dinner ... hell, to even walk down the street without touching and kissing. And it goes on like this for some time. If you are really lucky it goes on for a LONG time!

Hubby and I were really lucky. We were like this from the very start .... no seriously. We had known each other a few weeks, but I was dating someone else. The night I had broken up with my then boyfriend I went to hang out at Hubby's frat house. He stood up and said he was going to bed, and I just walked out of the room with him. And we were together from that point on. I know.... such a little whore! I didn't make him wine me and dine me. I didn't make him suffer through a few dates with a kiss and some heavy petting. But the key really is that I didn't make MYSELF suffer through the same thing.

I enjoy sex. Every aspect of it. Giving pleasure and getting pleasure. And that joy has not faded over the years. I am still that horny teenager 14 years later. Years of experience and experimentation have made me enjoy it more. I know my body so much better. I know Hubby's body as well as, if not better than, my own (but that is a different post).

.... did I mention I tend to go off on tangents ....

So anyway. Fourteen years, a mortgage, two kids, and many pounds gained later we have been going through a definite ebb. For the past year I have really noticed it. And I am sure I am just as guilty of not forcing the issue ... but sue me!! I want him to want me! I want Hubby to find me irresistable. I want him to grab my hand and pull me after him if need be. I want him to EXPRESS that he WANTS me, that he NEEDS me. FUCK! I want a compliment every now and then. But he hasn't. Not in a long time. Don't get me wrong, when we have sex it is fabulous. But once a week, sometimes a little more and sometimes less, is just not enough to keep me satisfied.

So, eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands. But I haven't been toy shopping in 14 years! My last toy shopping experience was with the boyfriend before Hubby. I have been to a few Fun Parties, but I was satisfied and made no new toy purchases. My old stand-by and VERY basic dildo has come in handy .... over and over again. We will call him Old Faithful. Fingers? Oh yeah, those have gotten a lot of use. My stack of Erotica books have come in handy as well. The pictures in my head top any I have actually seen.

And for the longest time I happily masturbated while Hubby was at work (ready to go again if he expressed interest). Door locked against any kid out of bed intrusions. It was all going along rather well. I was happier because I was satisfied. Hubby continued along in his blissful world of getting it when he wanted and not worrying about it when he didn't. Then one night he came home and the bedroom door was locked. I had fallen asleep. I would love to say that I am just that good, but lets be honest, as good as I might be I am not wearing myself out. LIFE is wearing me out. Kids and house and just day to day life. (yes, I understand this holds true for Hubby as well, but we are talking about me right now) The point being that it burst a little bubble in our marriage. I don't know if he saw it as an attack on him or if it had no impact at all. Our sex life puttered along unchanged. And I became more and more familiar with my toys and with my body.

He has actually reaped the benefits from my sessions. And not just increased Kegel strength. Old Faithful opened up a whole new door for Hubby. Knowing my own body better has definitely worked in his favor. But everytime he notices that I have probably been masturbating he makes little comments. To me they sound snide. Like he is laughing at me. Let me tell ya, not the way to lure me to bed. And absolutely a way to make me spend more time alone.

Now to find a friend for Old Faithful .... Anyone have a suggestion?