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Planes When I graduated from basic training at Ft. Knox, Kentucky, I received two weeks leave to go home to Northern California before reporting to Ft. Lewis, Washington. As it turned out, the earliest flight I could get out of Louisville did not depart until 10pm. Our graduation ceremony ended at 11am and when I informed the Drill Sargent of my flight and requested to be allowed to wait in the barracks, his barking reply was, "You are no longer a trainee, these barracks are for trainees... Get the fuck out of my barracks, SHIT BIRD"! Consequently, I found myself, in full dress uniform, in the Louisville airport with ten hours to kill before my flight departed. So after exploring the place, I found a row of chairs at the far end of the terminal, away from the ticket counters, that faced a large window that offered a view of the flight line, as well as a strategic view of a staircase that led to the second level mezzanine. The row of chairs were all linked together as is typical in airports. The difference from today being that; at that time, smoking was allowed in the terminal and at every 6th chair, the line was broken with a small table with a built-in ashtray, (the significance of this detail will become apparent later in the story). Being a smoker I chose a chair that had a table immediately to my right. This staircase was one of those with a center steel beam and the stairs cantilevered, so that from underneath, one can see through the staircase, so to speak. As luck would have it, there was a lounge upstairs for the flight crews and so while I was pretending to read a book I had brought along; I was actually getting some nice up skirt views, as the pretty flight attendants were using the staircase. Short skirts were the fashion at the time! Being that it had been 8 weeks since I had even touched a woman,(or even had an opportunity to masturbate) and due to the super-natural horniness of my youth, as you might imagine, during my every waking moment, my cock was harder than Chinese arithmetic. After sitting there for about an hour, the pedestrian traffic literally died and I found myself alone. So, I actually started reading the book. It wasn't long before I heard the clicking of high-heels approaching from my left, I looked up to see a very pretty woman, in her early twenties, long blond hair and a knock-out figure walking towards my location... as she passed, it was clear that she was not a flight attendant, she was carrying a small carry-on bag and it was evident from her dress and style that she was a fellow traveler. Her sensual walk seemed directed at getting my attention, yet she seemed not to even notice me as she slowly progressed towards and then away from me. But I knew it would not be long before she passed again, since there was nothing in the direction she was headed and the terminal building ended about twenty-five yards further. I watched her as she walked away from where I was sitting and saw her stop and look out the window as a jet was departing. She seemed to be killing time, just as I was. It wasn't long before I started reading again and it seemed that no sooner than I had given the book my attention, than I heard her steady footsteps approaching again. This time I was determined to not let her see me looking at her and kept my focus on my book. Her footsteps grew louder as she came closer and just as I was thinking she must be right in front of me, they stopped. As difficult as it was, I was determined to not let her see me paying attention to her and so kept my eyes focused downward to my book, pretending to read, but completely focused on her with my ears. It seemed like ten minutes passed, and then I heard her footsteps moving away... I quickly glanced up to see her headed to the stairway. I'm sure I caught my breath in anticipation of watching her sexy bare legs ascend the stairs and was hoping for a glimpse of panties. It was as if she had figured out why I was sitting in that exact spot. I have never seen anyone climb stairs so slowly or sensually. About half way up and in the perfect spot for me to get a beautiful view up her skirt, she stopped and put her left foot up to the next stair bending down at the hips, she adjusted her shoe... Could it be... a perfect view... white panties... She seemed to be posing just for me and just as that thought entered my mind, she stood up straight and continued up the stairs. Need I say that by now, I was trying to think of some place to go find a bit more privacy so that I could stroke my cock. It would only take a few strokes (or, just a gentle breeze), to relieve the pressure... My mind was racing and I was thinking of how glad I would be to get home. I knew that my girlfriend Tina would be picking me up in San Francisco with my mom and sister and I was planning on fucking Tina for three days straight as soon as we got home! (Sweet Tina, now that's a whole other story) My mind was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I was startled when I heard a very sweet and sexy female voice to my right... When I looked over, she started to laugh and said, "That must be a great book to hold your attention so intensely..." I know the instantaneous look of surprise on my face must have looked a bit out of place. But, it was quickly replaced by a smile as I regained my composure and realized that it was the pretty girl who just a bit ago had walked past and then up the stairs. "... ummmm... What?... Oh yeah, it's a pretty good book", I managed to stammer out. The look of calm assured serenity that she possessed was a bit disconcerting as her gaze fixed upon my eyes. I will never forget the brilliant and startling green color... Like two shimmering emeralds. Her face was gorgeous with a more than a slight resemblance to Farrah Fawcett. Her skin was like fresh cream with just a hint of natural peach, her lips were full and smooth, a fine beauty to be sure. Her steady gaze never flinched as she reached into her purse and removed a pack of cigarettes, "Mind if I smoke she asked"? I reached into my pocket and removed my lighter, extending it to her across the small table that separated us, I did the "Zippo-Flip", (a trick I had learned and practiced while on guard duty. For those who do not know it, it is a one handed snapping action with a Zippo lighter where it is flicked open and lit all in one quick movement). As she placed her cigarette between those incredible ripe-raspberry lips, she reached out with both hands to steady mine and lit her cigarette, taking a long draw, Her eyes still had not left mine, and she almost whispered, "Thank you". "Where'd you learn how to do that with your lighter"? she asked. "Ummm... Well, I've had a lot of time on my hands lately", I replied... "I bet you have had more than that on your hands lately... Looks to me like you haven't seen a woman in quite some time... So, you gonna tell me why you are sitting in that particular chair or should I guess?" "Well, I'm right handed and the ashtray is right here on my right", I said at the same time that I am sure I must have blushed at least five shades of red. "Yeah... But there are at least twenty ashtrays that you passed to choose this particular one..." "Yeah, that's true... But, I wanted to find someplace quiet to read... I've got ten hours to kill before my flight and just wanted some privacy..." "I think you are BS'ing me... I think you've been watching the girls climb those stairs and looking up their skirts!" Her eyes were dancing as she said that and the piercing intensity of her gaze, told me everything that I needed to know. "yeah, you are right, and in fact, one girl gave me a really special view. By the way, my name is Steve..." In the conversation that ensued, I learned that her name was Catrin and that she was from Fort Wayne, Indiana. She was traveling to Florida to meet the family of her fiancee and she was really pissed that she allowed her future mother-in-law to make her travel arrangements which had caused her to also have a very long lay-over in Louisville. And as luck would have it, (you have probably already guessed) she was taking the same flight out of Louisville as me to catch a connecting flight in Atlanta. It didn't take long before the small talk was exhausted and she steered the conversation back to the staircase, by asking, "So, you know what's up those stairs?" I replied that I had gone up to look but only found a lounge for the flight attendants and a construction area that was walled off with a temporary plywood and plastic sheeting curtain wall. She asked if I had looked into the construction area and I replied that I had not. Again the sparkle in her eyes told me that she was leading up to something. I noticed that her right hand had gone into the suit jacket that matched her skirt and she leaned closer to me as if to whisper something. As I leaned forward to listen, her hand came out of her pocket and she held it out towards me, I could tell she had something clasped in her closed fist and as I reached out to take it, she said, "This is what you were trying so hard to see... and there is something upstairs I want to show you..." I felt the soft silk of her white panties as she placed the garment into my hand, the heat of her fingertips was like a signal that coursed directly to my brain causing an instant craving to ravish her on the spot, without concern for who might see or what trouble we might incur. Thankfully, my higher reasoning took over and I stood, saying, "Well, let's go have a look then..." Need I mention that it was somewhat difficult to walk as we crossed the floor to the stairs and I had to pause to try to discreetly adjust my hard cock. As I followed her up the stairs, I was thankful to my mother for teaching me how to properly a lady up and down stairs. The view of her nicely curving hips, slim waist, and magnificently round ass was like taking a peek at the gates of heaven itself. When we reached the mezzanine, she turned left towards the construction barricade. She led me directly to a personnel door that I had not noticed when I had re-conned the area earlier. Catrin opened the door and we stepped through, closing it behind us. I took a moment to survey the area and assure myself that we were truly alone. There was a moderate amount of construction debris and materials scattered about, just as is typical on any remodel project. We walked along the half wall of the mezzanine to a point where we could look down to the floor below and also see out the large windows to the flight line. As we paused, Catrin turned to me and said, "Well, what do you think?" I answered her with an intense and passionate kiss, her response was filled with the heat of extreme desire, our hands were rapidly exploring, touching, caressing, fondling... Her breath was rushing into her heaving chest as my hands unbuttoned her blouse and squeezed her full breasts... seeking the clasp to release them so that I could pinch, lick and rub her swelling nipples. The rush of passion that filled us both was unspoken and unstoppable... I wanted to ravish her and fill her molten core with the absolute hardness of my cock. My mind was racing trying to figure out some one of the positions in the Kama Sutra that would fit for our union and I remembered seeing a couple of concrete blocks. I broke our embrace and said to her, "I'll be back in a minute..." She had a very questioning look on her face and I reassured her that I was not leaving, but I had a plan. I retrieved the blocks and placed them on the floor about 18 inches away from the mezzanine half-wall and about 30 inches apart. It didn't take long for her to figure out what I was up to. No sooner than I had placed the blocks on the floor, she immediately stood upon them and faced the viewing window, leaning onto the rail that topped the half-wall. Her ass raised to a perfect height for me to enter her from behind... I raised her skirt and I recall releasing an uncontrolled and quite audible gasp as I saw her ass for the first time. When I say that it was as fine as any porcelain nude man has made, it is an understatement. I knelt down and began licking the backs of her knees... Tracing the flat roughness of my hot wet tongue slowly upwards, following the curve of her delicate thigh, to the crevice of her delectable ass, down the other thigh... then back the way I came... ever so slowly, each time increasing the intensity and each time, teasing closer and closer to her swollen labia... But not quite touching that pleasure center... teasing and caressing with my hands and tongue. Each time my tongue came close to her ass, she would arch her back a bit more and offer that steamy center to me...Her yearning was apparent from her moans and gasps. I knew that my cock would explode the moment it entered her hot pussy, so I wanted to make sure that she had at least one orgasm before I penetrated her. When her breathing told me that she was close, I gripped the globes of her ass with my hands, spreading the sweet cheeks apart and buried my nose in her dripping vulva as my tongue and lips sucked the hard berry of her clit. Catrin's pussy tasted like nectar, her juices flowed heavily as I sucked and licked her tender and swollen clit. She was extremely orgasmic and she came three or four times in rapid succession. As I rose, I began unbuttoning my slacks and let them fall to my feet, I pressed the swollen head of my dripping cock against the hot wetness of her clasping pussy... As I entered her, she turned her head back towards me and as I leaned forward to kiss her, she whispered, "My God, I have NEVER cum like that in my life..." (to be continued)  |
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9/30/2006 9:32 pm |
hmmm I wonder where the story goes next...
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10/2/2006 3:05 am |
very hot indeed
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10/2/2006 4:56 am |
great story that has me hooked as well as hard cant wait for the conclusion
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Hsve you ever been watching a movie at the theater & right in the middle of the movie the projector flips out and the movie stops, well that is exactly how I felt when I relized you would continue later. When might that later be??????
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10/2/2006 11:01 am |
Please keep this story cumming.
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10/3/2006 5:57 pm |
Great story... I'll be throbbing until I get to read the rest of it !!!
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10/4/2006 6:07 am |
Great story!!!! I love the unhibition in having sex with someone you know nothing about. Can't wait to hear more!
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10/4/2006 11:19 pm |
very interesting story
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10/5/2006 8:51 am |
That is a story that you have to tell everyone that will listen (or read, in my case). Can't wait to see more of your blogs.
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10/6/2006 6:42 am |
So fuckin good I was cumming before he put his dick in!!
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1 post 10/7/2006 6:34 pm |
Superb, bloody horny now and got a flight to catch in 12 hours, just hope my flight gets delayed and end up with some luck! Will be looking for seats close to escalator anyway lol
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10/16/2006 10:38 am |
ok I have just finished reading ur blogs and I'm truly excited and waiting with anticipation for the next to cum ...I think you have a certain repoir about you that makes your writing even steamier !..I would love for u to have your way with us, My BF and I are both Bi.. ... Keep those stories cummin'! 
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10/18/2006 4:18 pm |
Makes you want to fly more and wish that you have long layovers.
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10/22/2006 10:05 am |
man, that is the stuff people only dream about, flyin' high and gettin' passionate...you are so good at this. cant wait for the conclusion
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10/27/2006 8:51 am |
As Larry David would say, Pretty Pretty Pretty Good. I accidently read the end of it first and I must say, I bet you filled every part of her aching cunt.
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now thats a fantasy i wish i could have one day... sex in public with a person you just met... if i hadn't just came i would be stroking to that
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1/5/2007 12:08 am |
I envy people like you who can write this well, made me feel like a peepimg Tom. lol You have many talents and writing is only one of them. You had me on the edge of my climax and holy crap it was like watching a hot movie and the electric went out. But I have a clear picture of were your cock was and can't wait for the elaectric to cum back on.
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AWESOME
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