"Flight Delay"
by
Airplane flights always seemed to raise his libido. Maybe it was the
freedom of going a way alone, escaping humanity. Maybe it was the sound
of the engines, or the buffeting of the air against the wings and
fuselage, or the fact that attractive young women walked up and down
the aisle, bumping his shoulders with their hips. he didn't know, but
he knew how aroused he became, thankful for the tray table which he
could lower and hide the conspicuous bulging of his hardness. The
flight to Denver was exactly that way. But now, on the flight back
home, a delicious memory caused it to happen more intensely. His
pleasurable engorgement brought with it a delicious soreness, telling
of extended, loving use. He thought back to this morning, after having
taken the red-eye from Los Angeles to Denver, to meet his friend
His hand rested on her leg as he drove and his heart beat like a drum.
He could feel the warmth and anticipation in her hand as it touched
his, resting on her knee. The feeling of exhilaration and adventure
permeated his body, feeing a bit boyish driving with a full erection.
She began sliding her hand up and down his thigh. When it bumped into
the end of his fullness she hesitated, moved her hand downward, then
back up again, brushing the large bullet shape of his head. Curiously,
she used her forefinger and thumb like calipers, testing what was
there. He winced in pleasure, both the pleasure of her sensual touch,
and the knowledge that she was feeling something very substantial. As
he turned into the motel, her fingers, through the material of his
trousers, were gently caressing up and down his full length.
he'd fantasized just such a meeting from the first time they talked online,
when he realized that there was something very special about this
woman, wanting to send pictures that he'd taken in secret, and let her
know what an exhibitionist he was. But he withheld, giving in to his
urges in the end. He was amazed that he made the trip, just for lunch.
Such was the allure of this exciting woman. The time at the restaurant
sped by; hours seemed like minutes. But they seemed to know each other
so well so quickly. Of course, the time spent online had opened a kind
of communication that made such a meeting easy.
She was seated next to him in the booth, flirting and laughing. He
slapped at his leg in his laughter, and his hand touched her knee. He
looked into her soft eyes and she blushed. At the same time he felt her
leg loosen and move toward him. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, and
moved deliberately up her inner thigh. The feel of smooth nylon on her
firm legs was like catnip to him, and he eagerly walked his fingers to
the warmth of her crotch. As he felt the humid warmth emanating from
between her legs, he heard her breath quicken, and noticed her nostrils
flaring. His middle finger felt for the verge of her two puffy lips,
and moved toward the delicious swelling sandwiched between them.
The time in the restaurant was deliciously provocative. He couldn't
believe that he could ejaculate by just touching, and felt cheated
that he'd so foolishly made the trip just to say hi. It was
interruptus from the word go, and he hated the fact that his plane
would be leaving so soon.
She walked him from the car to his gate at the airport. They kissed
hungrily. Reluctantly she turned to leave when he grabbed her hand; the
way she ended up in his arms was like a sensuous dance step. Their lips
kneaded eagerly, and their hips ground together in a primitive
fertility rite. Oblivious of the curious stares from passers-by, primal
moans came from deep within them. He looked up at the screen of the
departure schedule and saw another plane due to leave in 6 hours.
He unlocked the door to the motel, smiling at how the female clerk,
while handing him the key, had given him a knowing wink, which caused
him to think; would be nice if she could join us. As the door closed
they locked in a passionate embrace, lips moving, tongues exploring,
hungry fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers. Completely naked in a
trice, their kiss having never broken, they, like starving children,
smacked their lips. But like passionate adults their tongues explored
wildly, saliva running down their chins.
Hunger demanded satisfaction. She began stroking his engorged cock,
while he moved his finger in and out of her vagina. The words came from
deep within as she moaned, "I want you inside me Terry. Fuck me, Fuck
me!" She fell on the bed, her legs spread and raised. He positioned the
shiny head of his swollen cock against the sponge of her cunt and slid
deeply inside the soft pocket. There was no holding back as they began
to undulate and pump, his hardness sliding in her lubrous pussy like a
piston, their stomachs slapping together in sensual applause. Moaning
and grunting, they moved together like wild animals in rut. He screamed
"Oh baby!" as he plunged deep one more time, and spurted his warm semen
inside her. Her legs wrapped around his body and she moaned, "Oh my
god, this is good!"
Spent, they lay together, semi blacked out. Coming down to earth their
pent up lust had been released, but implored satiation. Their heads
rested close together, sharing one pillow. He stroked her hair, combing
it with his fingers as she caressed his cheek with the backs of her
long red fingernails, their feet moving up and down each other's legs.
Just before their lips pressed softly together they gazed intently,
looking beyond their eyes. They both smiled, suckled gently on each
other's lips, pulling sensually at the other's soft lobes, which
extended and parted with tiny clicks of vacuumed wetness. His fingers
stroked her thigh ever so gently; neither he nor she could feel the
touch, but sensed it. His sensual fingerprints glided over her skin,
sending a chill down her spine, which raised goose bumps on her arms.
She smoothed her fingertips over his shoulders and down his biceps that
caused a tiny tingle at the base of his scrotum causing his shaft to
fill with blood again. As he fondled her petite, soft breasts,
rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he felt a tiny
throb, her blood rushing too.
Pulling her on her side he scootched closer, feeling her warmth, as if
her nipples were sending out rays of pent-up energy. She wiggled ever
so slightly, touching her nipples against the eager flesh of his chest.
He walked his fingers down her waist to her hip, then across her bottom
and down to the crack and then to the confluence of her legs. Back and
forth his fingers smoothed. "Sssssssss", emanated from her lips, and he
felt her nipples firming harder against his chest.
She threw her leg over his as a tiny click indicated the parting of her
saturated labia. His fingers pressed on the base of her spine and
followed it down the crevice of her bottom, opening it slightly.
Gathering saliva in his mouth, he dripped it on his fingertips and then
sent them back to continue their purposeful search, journeying through
her crevice, until they felt the wrinkled surface of her anus. Then, in
leisurely circles, he coated the puckered orifice with his spittle
slicked fingers, which circled and pressed. Undulating forward and back
she reached down, grasped his growing penis, still slick from the
combination of his semen and her wetness from their previous coupling.
His legs pressed together, flinching from her sensual touch, while his
continued their journey through her glossy lips, made more slippery by the
silky semen left from his copious ejaculations. When they reached their
destination he found it swollen, feeling huge to his sensitive
fingertips, which skimmed so gently and easily over the slippery
surface of her clitoris. The tip of his little finger tickled it ever
so gently, and she winced. Then, when his forefinger and thumb closed
gently around her hood, he moved it up and down on her clitoris,
stroking it like a miniature cock. When he pushed his fingers to one
side of her clitoris and circled faster and faster she undulated and
moaned quietly, biting her lower lip until she could hold back no
longer and shouted, "Ooooo, oooooo, oooooo, ooooo, OOH, OHHHHH!" Her
body relaxed and air escaped in a long soft stream which flowed through
her nose. "Mmmmmmmmm" she purred and squeezed her thighs together, holding
his fingers firmly between them as he continued pressing and circling.
"Thank you", she sighed.
Amazed at how quickly he became fully erect again, he straddled her,
then turned, reversing position, and looked down at her thatched mound.
Averting his eyes backwards he viewed the nakedness of their bodies,
her breasts like, pink grapefruits, with hard points, the vee between
her tits centering on his erection sticking up from his patch of curly
hair, stiff as a tent pole. He winced as he felt the tip of her tongue
licking the clear balm of his precum around his head until it was
coated, then felt her licking up and down the bottom of his shaft. His
tongue tasted the amalgamated ooze of her juices and his cum, and
glided through the semen coated groove. Just as she sucked his cock
into her mouth his tongue reached her puckered anus, and, as he probed
her tangy ring, he heard "mmmm mmmm", her moans muffled by a mouthful
of cock.
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As he raised and lowered her legs letting his tongue traveling from her
anus to her clitoris and back she sucked and moved her mouth quickly in
matching movements to his. Slurping sounds came from his lips while
muffled grunts and moans came from hers. Fearing that he was going to
cum in her mouth he
pulled his cock out making a sharp pop, bounced off of her, and
pulled her legs, straitening her body across the bed. Then he turned
her over and pulled up on her hips to bring her to her knees,
positioning her face to lie on her arms on the bed. Climbing back on
the bed on his knees, he parted her cheeks and probed her anus with his
tongue, then placed his lips like a trumpet player against her labia.
His compressed lips blew hard, filling the pouch of her vagina with his
pressured breath, ballooning her until she could expand no more. He
sucked out, causing her spongy insides to close tightly upon
themselves, expelling into his mouth the load left by his first
penetration.
Placing his lips against her anus he injected the warm mixture from his
mouth inside her. Then, holding his rigid cock in his hand he placed it
against the sphincter of her vagina, formed a socket, and slid deep
inside. Holding her hips he pumped slowly, 10 strokes, pulled back and
paused. He pulled back, paused, then, thrust deep inside. At the same
time she bucked back and their bodies came together with a loud slap,
and she yelled out, "Do it Terry, fuck me!" With a steady slap, slap,
slap, he moved in earnest, as she continued to push back to meet his
thrusts. She was up on all fours and her head was wagging wildly back
and forth, her long hair flopping back and forth like a rag mop. Both
he and she were wet with perspiration. Almost to the point of
exhaustion they fucked one another, both rising to a point of no
return. Holding, holding, he waited for signs of her release, until he
felt a rumbling from deep inside, and then an outcry "ooooooooh". His
balls exploded, sending a warm white stream flowing through the length
of his shaft, filling her with his squirting essence. As he collapsed
on top of her, he whispered in a moaning breath, "I love you sweet
lady."
He awakened from his momentary siesta. Her body was pressed warmly
against his, her breasts flattened against his back. Her breath was the
shallow movement of light sleep. He looked at the clock. Wonderful he
thought we still have two more hours
The cold Colorado winter wind gusted outside. What a luxury to be
living in California, he thought. But the room was warm and their two
naked bodies nestled together in heated ambience. Her body, pressed
against his, stirred slightly and she sighed, then curled her knees a
little and tightened her arm over his shoulder, still seeming to be
asleep. He thought of the first time they met on-line and his thoughts
caused a swelling between is legs. It was still wet from the
combination of his semen and her natural juices that flowed so freely;
the air was redolent with their combined scents. Soon the swelling
became a full erection, which strained against the backs of her closed
legs. Gently tracing lines up and down Katherine's bare arms caused a
sigh and she kissed his shoulder. They had used words so many times to
express their loving on the screen. Now, they were just soaking up the
closeness, enjoying the moment; there was no need for words.
She moved her hips and slid her left leg over Terry's, massaging her
calf up and down his hairy leg. The space created by the movement of
her leg allowed his hard cock to spring free from its confinement and
rise between them. He moved his hand over her smoothly contoured hip,
down her leg, and then crossed to her inner thigh. She purred like a
kitten as his fingers tiptoed up her soft thigh, feeling the heat and
wetness that he both left and created between her legs just moments
ago. Looking up demurely she chuckled and whispered, "I'm still pretty
wet down there darling." His fingers parted her warm lips with a tiny
click, touching what felt like warm aloe. "Two fingers please" she said
with a devilish giggle, as if ordering a glass of scotch, and bucked
her hips, backing away when he probed his fingers deep inside, then
slammed forward when he pulled back. His fingers worked inside her
spongy wet pussy, making delicious slurpy "futching" sounds and he
visualized the imagery of his fingers being surrounded by her slippery
pink walls. Brought back to reality by the sensation of her fingers
wrapping themselves around his cock he whispered, "Oh baby, stroke it."
She moved the loose skin over his rigid shaft, and his heart fluttered
when she said "I want to taste you Terry."
Feeling devilish he took his sopping fingers out of her pussy and began
to gloss her lips. She puckered and pecked his fingertips, then opened
her lips and sucked them deep inside her mouth, squeegeeing, the exotic
white residue with her lips. He pulled his fingers out with a "pop" and
slid them back inside her pussy, at the same time melting his lips into
hers, sliding them back and forth through the glossy, redolent coating.
Their passion was fully aroused as they kissed, tongues playing wildly,
now breathing as one. Saliva leaked from their mouths and down their
chins, the delicious musky odor of their co-mixed fluids enhancing
their excitement. He felt the rough area inside her vagina and began
pressing to locate her g-spot. She lay still in anticipation, and then
wiggled when he found it, bucking as his fingertip found the slight
bulge which grew with his repeated pressings and releases. She worked
her hand up and down his cock as her legs spread and came together,
wanting to give him pleasure as her dripping pussy bucked against his
hand.
When they came up for air she brushed her long hair back, holding it
out of the way of her face, and covered his rigidity with her mouth,
plunging until the head cock touched her soft palate. She gagged
slightly and then pulled back, grasping the base of his cock, moving
his skin down, stretching it as her lips pressed his shaft. He felt the
skin on his bullet shaped helmet stretch tight as she pulled downward.
The slit opened and her tongue probed and licked the precum clean. Her
fingers milked him, filling the slit again, and cleaning it out.
Finally, with gulps and moans, she worked her mouth up and down his
shaft while her tongue spread the sweet balm of his precum and her
saliva over the tight skin of his head.
He thought that he wouldn't be so sensitive, having taken the edge off
his excitement in their initial fuckings, but the urgency between his
legs built for another release, and cramped the muscles around his anus
to forestall a premature explosion. She appeared to love pleasuring a
man in this way, tantalizing each erogenous spot of his electric
maleness.
Katherine made use of all her oral assets: lips, tongue, teeth, ridged
roof, and soft pallet; even tickling his head with her uvula. Her lips
and mouth moved elegantly up and down his shaft, laving it with her
copious saliva, while making satisfied, yet muffled sighs, breathing
loudly through her flaring nostrils, while, at the same time, fondling
his balls, and even giving them a devilish squeeze. Her head moved
wildly up and down, her hair getting in the way, wrapping itself around
his wet shaft. Moving faster and faster she pushed it back again with
her hand. She was in control of this phase of their love making. Her
hand moved off his balls, and her finger pressed in as it found the
soft spot toward his anus.
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Terry experienced the deepest orgasm he had ever achieved, yet didn't
spurt his semen. The dam held, and every nerve in his body shuddered in
ecstasy. He couldn't believe the spasms that started in his balls,
moved to his asshole, contracted his toes, and caused him to gulp in
air and release a, "holy shit! Oh baby, baby!" His usual high when he
ejaculated was not the same. This time he stayed high, not experiencing
lassitude, which would use up precious minutes. The sensation in the
head of his cock increased, instead of diminishing, and his eyes
widened like saucers as Katherine's mouth continued to devour him, her
own excitement being expressed in high pitched, but muffled screams.
God, she really loves this, he thought.
She released the pressure on his spot, knowing that he would stay hard
now, but allowed her to taste a modicum of his sperm that had oozed the
length of his shaft. She raised her head and smiled at him, licking his
white essence, appearing like a model in a milk ad. The look in her
eyes told him that she was not yet finished with him, and she
positioned herself between his legs, coaxing him to raise them. She
lifted his balls out of the way, spread his cheeks and coated the balm
of his manhood over his wrinkled anus, her tongue tip circling, which
caused him to shout, "sssss, ooooh, Jesus!"
Having satisfying her oral fetish for the time being she thought, I
want that throbbing cock inside me again, and lowered his legs to the
bed, his veined cock standing upright. Straddling him she walked on her
knees to his erection, taking it in her hand, then raised to position
herself above it. Lowering slightly, she wiggled his cock along her
slippery groove, found the entrance to her love tunnel, and wiggled
again forming the socket, and then let her self sink slowly down,
impaled on his rigid manhood. As she went down her spongy walls felt
his bulk filling her, exciting the nerves of her tingling cunt. Her
lids closed and her eyeballs rolled up as her lips formed a small oval,
which whistled "oooooooh."
Terry gasped, "Oh fuck!" as he felt his cock being covered and embraced
inside her. He bucked up to meet her, watching her eyes close and her
lips whisper ecstatic pleasure. Their bodies slapped together and then
settled on the bed. He hooked his legs over her calves and opened his
arms as she laid her body on his, her breasts flattening on his chest.
Their eyes met and lips smiled.
"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this Katy?" he said.
She smiled and nodded, as if she knew. "I've looked at your picture" he
said, "read and reread our chat's, both those where we made love, and
not."
She kissed both of his eyelids.
"I've thought of you so many times, while stroking my hard cock,
imagining my hand was you..." he said.
She kissed his lips, pushed up on her knees, her tight and luscious
pocket gliding up his engorged shaft, until her vaginal sphincter held
the knob of his head and then dropped. "Aaaah," he moaned, and
continued through clenched teeth, "I've spurted my cum, covering my
hand, imagining my cum shooting inside you so many times..." Again
Katherine recoiled, dropped hard, impaling herself on him "Aaaah...Oh
baby to feel you on me like this, to know that I'm inside you...Jesus!"
"Ooooooooh" she said all the way down until her bottom slapped on
Terry's legs, just barely feeling his balls rising in the cleft of her
cheeks; her breast's sagging down with gravity and then rising up and
settling at their usual level.
"You have very sexy breasts," he said, holding up his hands, fondling
them as she continued her slow bucking ride.
She continued moving up and down, "ssssing" with each retraction and
"oooohing" with each penetration, loving the feel of his hands pressing
on her breasts, circling them and increasing her excitement as she rode
the delicious carousel. She felt his fingers testing the softness of
her breasts, her mind full of his cock moving in and out of her like a
piston, turning the engine of her libido. She hadn't realized that he
had begun rolling her nipples like a radio dial, searching for the
right program. With eyes closed she felt his fullness massaging her
vaginal tunnel, almost touching her cervix each time she returned to
the saddle.
He couldn't believe how long he stayed hard, realizing it was
Katherine's expertise that was shutting off his valve when she was sucking
his cock, and was responsible for this long and lovely copulation. With
his eyes closed he felt her soft, slickness embrace and stroke him. It
was as if, when she covered him with her allness, his balls surged, his
tongue, toes and finger tips were totally enervated. Looking up he
couldn't stop his words, "I love you Katherine," and his fingers began
squeezing her nipples, knowing it would hurt, but, at the same time,
knowing that it would fill her with ecstasy. He squeezed harder still.
Katherine felt the fire of pain in her nipples. She breathed deeply as
Terry's fingers squeezed hard, raising on her knees, the head of his
cock almost popping out of her pussy. The pain in her nipples
intensified. Then she felt a numbness, which excited her. She sat down
hard, closed her eyes and threw her head back, her nostrils flaring
with her torrid breath. Raising up again she felt the head of his cock
brushing her g-spot, and moved her hips back a little, working his
distended glans against her bulging sac. As his hardness rubbed against
the front of her Yoni she worked his head against her g-spot, feeling
it become more sensitive and swollen. Her orgasm was building. She
wanted him to cum with her, so she wrapped the fingers of her right
hand around his lingam and, as she moved up and down in sharp jabs, she
masturbated his exposed shaft, commanding, "Cum for me baby, Cum. Let's
do it together."
She felt the rumbling begin deep inside her, knowing that she was going
to squirt from her g-spot, and sat down hard, burying him deep inside
her. His legs and butt tightened and he raised up trying to fuck her,
grunting. In full slide, moving up and down, gritting her teeth,
making "sss, sss,sss" sounds she anticipated her release, felt it
coming, and fucked with wild abandon. "Oh God, Terry!" she screamed as
her tantric spunge released and she gushed.
At Katherine's invitation he came with intense pulsations: once, twice,
three times. And then his balls, spasing one more time, leaked the last
remains of his reservoir into her sloppy cunt. She kept fucking him up
and down now running on the remains of her passion.
Both felt the surge of each other's ejaculations; He the initial warmth
of her essence, just before his seminal surges; She the release of her
sac, and then the pulsation of his cock. The separate juices flowed and
then mixed, her urine-like ejaculate mixing and thinning his thicker
semen. The result was silky. Their repeated strokes forced liquid
through her tight ring, sending a futching, bubbly flow down his
shaft, seeping into his pubic hair and sagging down his scrotum.
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Exhausted, she fell upon his body, at first kissing passionately, then
drifting off into darkness. He luxuriated in the warm, soft weight of
her body, smelling the copious musk, now leaking past his receding
cock, her sopping soft walls lovingly embracing his limpness. As he
drifted to join Katherine in satisfied slumber, he remembered her
breathing slowing, becoming weightless, nonexistent, but for her
satisfied sighs.
Flight Delay 3
He heard her screaming his name, "Terry! Yes, yes!" then awoke with a
start, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the beautiful
flight attendant, with the dark hair and dimpled cheek, who was shaking
him.
"We'll be landing at LAX in just fifteen minutes sir."
His dream was so real. it seemed that their loving would go on forever,
and he hoped that he'd not been talking in his sleep. The aching
hardness between his legs seemed to have a memory of its own. His skin
was stretched tight, and there was a burning sensation, both inside his
urethra and at the underside of his purplish helmet. He shook his head,
lifted his tray table and brought his seat back to its upright
position.
"Nice dream, huh?" she said, stole a lightning glance at his crotch,
winked, and moved down the aisle.
As the plane began its descent his mind went back to the motel in
Denver, and he remembered waking from his orgasm induced slumber. He
was lying on his stomach, his balls beginning to ache with more
activity than they'd known since his honeymoon. He seemed pinned to the
bed, and could feel her legs straddling his back, the warm wetness of
her soaking pussy vibrating in a small circle just above his butt. He
could feel her hand moving, touching his back. He heard her labored
breathing, and he began to move.
"Stay still Terry", she said, as if talking through clenched teeth. "I'm
almost there", she gasped urgently, stifling muffled uh, uh, uhs, her
hips shaking him from side to side. He felt her hand stop, realizing
she had two fingers inside her, pressing against her swollen g-spot. He
knew what she was doing, having discussed this fantasy of his on line
so many times.
"Ohhhh Godddd Terry" she exploded. Her body froze, then quivered and
raised.
He couldn't remember whether he heard the muted sound of the rushing
liquid first, or the feel of his back being sprayed with warm water,
but knew that she had ejaculated on his back, gushing a flow which
existed in but few women. Her soft ass settled on the small of his back
and she began moving the liquid up and down. He could feel her flaccid, wet
labia, on the back of his neck, on his left shoulder, then his right,
spreading the exotic mixture of her female lubrication and the delicate
urine-like aroma from her tantric sponge.
"I want to smell like you", He had told her that night, three months
before, "I want you to wash my entire body with your pussy."
"Is this as good as you thought it would be?" She asked as she turned
him over, lowered her pinkness to his forehead, then, cadging backward,
washed down his nose, across his lips, chin, neck and chest. He could
hear the soft sibilant noise of her delicate lips as they slathered
their sensuous surfactant. As if floating in an ethereal amniotic sac
he lay there, feeling a soft buzzing in his ears, with the sensation of
tiny Lilliputian fingers tickling his body. It was more than
titillation, it was a complete massage, the kind that few mortals would
ever experience. She continued downward, sliding over his right thigh,
the wetness making a squishy abrading sound on his plentiful leg hair.
When she got to the arch of his foot she raised slightly, held his big
toe and lowered herself on it, his toe feeling the warm sponge. Then
she repeated on the left leg, fucked his toe with three slow plunges,
and then moved backward on her elbows and knees.
He could see the redly chafed clam between her legs, seeping with the
wetness of her passion. Still on her knees she straightened her back,
then walked awkwardly backward, bent at the waist. Her hands took his
partially swollen cock, and she began sucking the softish head between
her lips. He hardened further, and she sucked him in an exquisite
motion. At the same time she bent her legs spreading her cheeks and
ass. He saw her lips part, hearing the liquid click, stretching a
gossimer string between them and breaking it. Her pussy and anus were
works of erotic art: reddened large lips with pink ginger-like petals
in between, spreading to show the fuck opened hole, glistening pink
insides showing it's marvelous contents. Her wondrous gash was topped
by the pinkish brown moue of her asshole, spoked by with delicate
wrinkles. And, it seemed to be pulsing, bulging out, and gently sucking
back in. The other end of the sensual slit was decorated with her
fleshy node, covered partially by a soft protective sheath, her
glistening pink head peaking out. He watched her soft bottom lower to
his forehead, until the redolent clam pressed against his lips, and the
spoked anus touching the tip of his nose. Together they licked and
sucked, wiggled and bucked, until her bottom vibrated, and she tensed,
as his body went ridged, and his semen flowed from aching balls into
her covering mouth. Her body fell limp on his.
It was as if they were one organism. Their breathing matched, as did
their heartbeats. They were melted together, she laying on top of him,
weightless, almost buoyant. He could only see her legs, the contour of
her ass, her reddened, puffy lips with the tiny bit of clitoris peeking
out. He wanted to spoon with her, to caress her, to fondle her soft
breasts and did.
As they lay together neither drifted off. they were alone in their
thoughts but together in the rest of their allness. They were afraid to
talk, knowing that talk might be futile. This liaison was never
supposed to have taken place, but karma demanded it. And as they lay
in silence, both dwelled on the karma that might allow it to happen
again.
She dropped him off at the airport, with a smile on her lips, and tears
in her eyes. He got out of the car and started to talk. "Shhh", she said
placing her index finger on her lips. With a lump in his throat he
waited for her to say something. Her eyes welled as she whispered, "I
know", and the car started moving forward. He nodded and closed the
door.
He opened the door to his house and heard, "Hi honey, did you get any
new business?"
"Nothing immediate", he said, "this is going to require a couple more
trips I think."
She walked to him with a smile, and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home
sweetie." Placing her head on his chest she paused.
- The End -
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