WELCUM TO THE MILE HIGH CLUB!
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Posted:Nov 25, 2008 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2009 12:21 am
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It was a frenzy at the airport. Storms were beginning to erupt in the midwest and many of the would-be passengers began to get antsy.
I walked rapidly to the flight board. I saw many flights being delayed. Good, I could deal with a delay, just no cancellations. I had spent way too many days in the Bay Area working with a financial committee that had rode my last nerve and all I wanted was to land in Chicago, go home, take a hot bath and rest.
Three hours later, and irritated beyond belief, I boarded the small flight to Midway. It was the best the airline could do considering the weather. Since there seemed to be a lag in the rain, now was the best time to go. I silently prayed the flight wasn't full and that I would be able to get some sleep over the next four hours. My seat was damn near in the last row. A two-seater. Luckily the window passenger was already seated, so I quickly stashed my carry-on, sat, clicked on my seat belt and waited for takeoff.
The plane was uncomfortably cool. I received a blanket from the flight attendant, spread it over me and quickly set to sleep away the duration of the flight. Fifteen minutes into the air, the usual activity began. Every other person walked by going to the restroom. Soon there was a line and I realized how tired I was of looking at people standing next to the row doing the pee pee dance while waiting for the restroom.
An hour later, things had quieted down, and after repeatedly telling the flight attendant that I didn't want to purchase any of the dinner boxes or a kiddie cup of pop, I set about finally getting some rest. I crossed my leg and turned on my side, hoping to find some comfort. It wasn't until I felt something brush against my butt did I realize that I had pretty much spooned the guy sitting next to me. Like me, he too was trying to sleep. His blanket and mine had made a teepee appear in our secluded row.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to butt you."
"That's quite alright."
Soon thereafter, the pill I had taken to help me sleep had taken affect. Everything became hazy and I drifted into a deep sleep.
I felt the pleasurable sensation and thought I was dreaming, until I felt a pinch. It was then that I realized I was practically laying on top of my seatmate. His arms were enfolded around my waist, his hand up my shirt and his fingers lightly grazing my now hard nipple. I was enraged that he would take advantage of me in my sleep like this! I mean this had to be a crime! It was then that I realized I was holding something. Oh no! My hand was very securely wrapped around his dick. A well-endowed one at that.
Sensing that I was now awake, he leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"I hope you aren't too startled. But when I woke up, you were stroking me so nicely."
"I was?"
"Yes, and you eased your ass closer to me. So, you see, you started it."
Embarassed, I realized I had slept-crawled my way into his lap, and now the fondling had began. He dipped his head under the blanket and suckled the nipple he'd hardened. It hardened some more under his tongue assault. I subconsciously went back to stroking him. He then slid his hand up my skirt. My tights and panties were in the way. Then I felt the tear. He ripped the back of my tights out, pulled my panties to the side and began fingering me from behind. Shamelessly I pushed my bottom against his fingers. The pleasure erupted deep within me. By the time he found my clit, I was breathing hard. We lay there stroking each other until it was too much.
My seatmate-lover leaned close and said, "I have to have you. Now."
He reached around in his bag and produced a condomn. Slid it on and then subtly slid his engorged dick in my now dripping-wet pussy. At that angle, the fit was very tight. He stroked me as discreetly as he could. I leaned on the armrest to give him better access. When I felt him go deeper, I buried my face in the pillow I'd received from the flight attendant earlier. He shifted me further on my side, and if it were possible he got deeper. This made me gasp. I grabbed his arm to get him to stop before everyone on the flight knew what was going on, but he grabbed my arm, successfully trapping it against the seat. A few hard strokes later, I pulled the blanket over my head as I silently screamed into the pillow, biting down in the process. I could feel myself milking him as the orgasm continued. I felt him shuddering and knew he found his release as well.
"Miss, is everything alright?"
I looked up at the concerned look on the flight attendant's face, and realized that I was still buried in the pillow.
"Yes, just a little jet lag."
She handed me a kiddie cup of Sprite and a tums. I quickly cleaned up and fixed my panties and tights as best I could. I sat upright, as the flight began to descend into Chicago. Once the plane landed, I quickly grabbed my carry-on and fell into the crowd that exited the plane. By the time I reached baggage, I could already see the Towncar I had called before leaving San Francisco. The driver took my bags and I went to get in the backseat. It was then that a card was shoved in my face. I looked up and saw my handsome seatmate.
"Please give me a call. We MUST fly together again soon."
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Horny at Work!
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Posted:Nov 23, 2008 6:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2009 12:18 am
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So I am sitting at my desk this Friday no one else is in my area but me. Although I can see that it is a clear day out of the window, I still can't clearly see into the office building next door. I have been on edge all day and finally I have some alone time to myself and all I want to do is relieve some of this sexual tension that I feel, but first I have to get these pantyhose off.
Oh, that's better. I can already feel the moisture in my panties, but that isn't even the crux of my problem. My little clit is just begging to be touched. There is a slow, steady-building throb occurring in my panties and dammit if I am not going to give it some relief.
I peer around the corner, no one is there. In fact, a lot of people didn't come in to work today, so all signs are a go. I can bring that sweet relief that I so desperately want. I shift in my chair, pulling my skirt high up on my thighs. My clit jumps, eagerly anticipating what is about to happen. I slide my hand between my legs, lean back and my fingertips touch the wet folds of my pussy. I dip my fingers up and down the slit before lightly rubbing my aching clit and then sliding them inside of me. I gasp and grab the chair. I slowly start fingering myself, but unfortunately do to the ergonomic chairs at work, I can't get to my kitty the way that I need to. I pull my hand away and again peer around the corner.
Not a sound is made. It is like a ghost town. Throwing caution to the wind, I sit on the edge of my desk, put one leg in the chair and go back to fingering my sweet pussy. I throw my head back as I massage the ache from my clit. Soon, I feel my essence drip onto the desk, but I can't deal with that now, because I am oh so close. The buildup is oh so sweet. My breathing is labored. I bite my bottom lip. I work my two fingers overtime deep in my pussy as my thumb consistently grazes my clit. And then, yes, there it is. That sweet orgasm hits. I silently throw my head from side to side. I gasp aloud and breath heavily as I try to get my bearings.
After I calm myself, I clean myself and the desk. I sit back down in my chair and struggle to get my breathing back to normal. A heated flush comes over me and I reach for the bottled water on my desk. Suddenly the loud ringing of the phone on my desk brings me out of my reverie. I clear my throat and answer immediately.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes you may. Next time, please let me do that for you."
"Excuse me?"
"To my surprise and pleasure, I was given a free show for my lunch hour today. I am in the building next door and I must say, the only thing that would have made that better is if I could do it for you."
Mortified, I turned towards the window looking out for a way to see the bold caller. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.
"Well, now that I am thoroughly embarrassed, I suppose I should consider your offer."
"Oh, I really hope that you do."
"Well, tell me something? Did you touch yourself?"
"Turn back around and look out the window."
I turned around and began peeking into different windows. Most only showing empty conference rooms. Finally my eyes settled on a dark window with white decorations. I could see a man standing with his back to the window.
"I am walking away now. But just so you know, that white stuff on the window was the result of my lunch hour show. Thank you."
At the sound of the dial tone, I turned back and realized there was cum splattered across the large glass window and deep down I was turned on beyond belief that my moment of weakness caused such a reaction. I slipped my pantyhose back on and grabbed a batch of documents to scan at the copier, smiling, over my horny adventure at work.
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Oral Sex!
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Posted:Nov 8, 2008 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2010 8:21 pm
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As a sweet and juicy woman, I can certainly appreciate a good tongue lashing. Especially if the man knows that eating pussy means eating the whole pussy, and not just focusing on my clit. I mean what woman doesn't want to be tongue-fucked?
But pussy eating aside, I just LOVE sucking dick/cock, whatever you want to call it. The texture of it, the smooth hardness in the warmth of my mouth makes me moist. My mouth literally waters on the dick, and I absolutely love sucking balls. A nice sized dick with a pair of low hanging balls is a completel turn-on. And in case you were wondering, I like sucking those too.
Well, let me stop, I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. Slurrrpppp!
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