Mile High Club

Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had!

His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!”

He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!” “Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes.

“I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go downwe better be belted in, for all the good it would do.” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrifiedof flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice,Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! Trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me.” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh!

“Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “herewe go, as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible! Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder

!Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definitewet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now.” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!”“Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” and he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have never told that she was getting her cunt fingered! “I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!” “You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!“Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated?

“Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch.” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, and her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take!Her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting ofin a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans.” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together.”

Welcome to College

Joseph was not an outgoing guy. He had stumbled nervously in his first year of college, holding his own but feeling a bit like a deer in the headlights of a car.

He hated living in the dorms after having his own wing of the house back with his parents. He was a good looking guy standing 6 feet tall. His muscular 170 pounds was well apportioned. His wavy brown hair was cut short, but still his bangs occasionally fell down covering his green eyes. Joseph was a nice guy who never hurt anyone or did anything wrong. He had but one girlfriend all his life who left him for another guy at the end of his senior year in high school. In a world of sex and passion, Joseph was still a virgin. He saw that as a virtue, most of his friends just felt sorry for him. Until that first semester at college…

Intelligence was always a part of Joseph’s life. He scored the highest on all his tests, graduated valedictorian from his school, was voted most likely to succeed, and the list goes on and on. It was no surprise then that Joseph was taking high level classes from the start. His AP tests had boosted him in sophomore standing before starting school, and Joseph was in many classes with Juniors and Seniors. It was in one such class, Advanced Cellular Biology, that he first saw her.

Ellen was the epitome of beauty in Joseph’s eyes. Her slender frame of only five feet and three inches drove him mad. He had always liked smaller girls. Her petite figure was perfect in its form. Her supple, muscular legs were attached to a firm, tight buttocks that screamed for a lover to hold it. Ellen’s stomach was flat and sensuous from years of sit-ups and exercise. Her breasts were large for her petite frame, but didn’t seem overwhelming or out of place in the least. They were soft and yet firm, always perfectly formed without the need for a bra. Her face was that of an angel with its angled jaw line, slender chin, high cheek bones, small nose, and deep blue eyes. Ellen’s eyes were what really set her apart. Indeed, her body was stunning, but her eyes seemed as though to put Joseph into a trance. He fell into their depth, lost in their beauty. Her blonde, shoulder length hair curled ever so slightly at the tips, and hid her face just enough to make you want more. Yes, Ellen was something special. She was a senior who had struggled through her past few biology courses, but had to finish this one for graduation. Little did Joseph or Ellen know that the stage had been set for their meeting.

It was the second week of classes and a quiz was set for that Friday. Joseph wasn’t worried, he knew all the information already like the back of his hand. Ellen, however, was confused already and unsure that she could pass the quiz let alone the class. As fate would have it, Ellen sat at the table in front of Joseph. At the end of class, he heard her asking her friend Diane if she knew anyone who could help her study. That was all the prompting Joseph needed.

Since the first day of class, Joseph had been in love with Ellen. He couldn’t believe it when she sat in front of him. He always looked forward to that class where he had such a great view of her body as she squirmed restlessly through the boring lectures. Joseph had only needed some excuse to talk to her, and now he finally had one.

After class was dismissed, Ellen left the classroom quickly before Joseph had a chance to grab his books. Obviously she was in a hurry to get somewhere. However, Diane was still sitting down as she leisurely gathered her purse, applied some lipstick, and stood up. Joseph realized his chance and tapped her on the shoulder. “Um, hi, my name is Joseph. You’re Diane right?” he stumbled over his tongue. “I wasn’t listening really, but I heard Ellen mention that she needed, well, needed a tutor or something, and I…”

Diane’s eyes moved across Joseph’s body, checking him out like a wolf examining its prey. A slight smile etched its way across her face as she interrupted, “And you would like to help her out, be her personal tutor. I see. So, what makes you so qualified, Joseph was it?”

He stared at her for a moment thinking what to say, and then answered, “Well, I understand the material and I always used to tutor back in high school.”

“And you really want to meet Ellen, right?”

Joseph felt his face flush with blood as he found himself at a loss for words. Finally, he simply replied, “Yeah.”

“Well, I’ll tell ya, Joey,” Diane responded, “Ellen’s a special girl. She’s my roommate ya know, and I don’t want her gettin’ messed up with anything that wouldn’t be good for her.” Diane grinned as she said, “After all, she just broke up with her boyfriend, and I know she took it really hard.” As she said that, Diane looked down at Joseph and saw that he was taking it really “hard” too. “Tell ya what, you come over tonight to Lehigh Dorm, room 235, say eightish. We’ll see how good a tutor you are.” And with that, Diane left.

Joseph stood staring as Diane left. He felt his engorged member trying to break free from his pants and wondered if she had noticed. “Tonight is going to be a very good night!” Joseph exclaimed to himself.
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The Stranger

Cathy was relaxing, and taking it easy, when the phone rang.

She answered it. “Hi, sis!” said Diane, Cathy’s sister.

“Hiya kid,” said Cathy. Her sister Diane was twenty-six and five years younger than Cathy.

“You remember? In two days I fly out to San Diego for the company’s annual convention,” Diane said. “I’m giving a talk on ‘just-in-time manufacturing.’ My boss said I was an important asset to the company and he knew I would do fine.” They chatted awhile longer. Cathy promised to see her off at the airport on Saturday in two days.

Fresh out of college with a degree in marketing, she had danced the whole resume and interview dance without success. Diane counted herself lucky; she was contacted and hired by the company through a resume she had deposited in an Internet resume bank. The company had looked for a local candidate with her background.

Five years Diane had put into the company – a manufacturer of fasteners. Fasteners were all types of screws, nuts, bolts and washers. Through hard study and work, she had moved from junior sales rep to senior account executive in record time. She called on some of the largest manufacturers and distributors in the U.S. Those days as a junior rep were gone. No more completing and routing paperwork or making follow-up phone calls for the senior execs.

She was the youngest woman ever to make senior exec. She had a company car, cell phone, pager, laptop and two junior reps just to keep up with her sales. Then Diane met this hunky guy Martin in the PR department. He oversaw catalog and brochure copy and photos, and press releases. He kept in contact with trade organizations and planned trade shows.

His rugged good looks, compact runner’s body, lean and muscular upper body and legs, cute behind and thick black hair attracted her. Martin was drawn to her short raven hair and her face that was pretty as a model. She was taller than he and she had voluptuous body, rounded hips, a cute ass, large, firm breasts, and long legs.

Within a week they had dinner. Within two weeks they had gone to bed. Within a month they lived together. Within a year they were married. They shared the same work ethic and high standards. Two years later baby Jacob came along and Diane took six months of parental leave. Then they found a nanny.

Diane had taken Friday afternoon off to prepare for the trip. She was excited, yet a bit apprehensive about the trip. She had never given a talk to two hundred people. As she packed her bags in the bedroom, she thought how she hated going anywhere without Martin. He had to stay and work the weekend preparing for some major PR event. She traveled a lot, but she did not like the loneliness.

Diane loved to snuggle up to Martin in their big bed, her head on his hairy chest. She loved feel his deep slow breathing, feel and smell the warmth of him. When he kissed her and touched her that special way, she felt as if they could make love forever.

Well, she had to go on this trip so she packed: lacy undergarments, wool skirts and blazers, silk blouses, hosiery, custom leather shoes, bath necessities and cosmetics. Laptop, important papers, and her speech. Everything fit nicely into her Gucci bags. Then she remembered to throw in her bathing suit. Maybe there would be time to unwind in the hotel pool.

Her excitement over the trip turned into nervous sexual energy. Diane wished she did not feel guilty. Her big sister Cathy liked to tell Diane about masturbating while her husband watched – or while he didn’t. Cathy loved to shock and embarrass her sister by describing the most intimate and explicit details of her sex life.

Diane – mesmerized – listened, but wouldn’t admit to masturbating herself. Nor would she get very specific about what she and Martin did. Cathy described all her high school and college adventures. A shocked Diane listened on the phone and later did it to herself to relieve the tension.

The nanny had taken Jacob to the park so Diane could prepare for the trip. Her sexual tension rising, thinking, “Oh hell, guilt be damned,” she lay down on the bed. She opened and unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, lifted her hips and quickly stripped them off. She pulled down her panties. Hurriedly taking off her t-shirt and bra, she was naked.

A bottle of lotion sat on the night stand. She grabbed it and drizzled lotion on her breasts, down her stomach and onto her pubic area. She shivered at the cool contact. She massaged the lotion into her shoulders and upper chest. She worked her way around and over the surface of her breasts – avoiding her large areolas and sensitive nipples. Her back arched and she bit her lip. “Uhhhh,” she sighed.
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Justine and the Truckers

Last weekend we (my wife Justine and I) had driven a long haul. We had finished up a two week road trip from Fort Worth to Virginia and back to Fort Worth. We drove the entire trip back from Virginia in about a day. About 10 hours into the trip my wife was just laying back in the seat listening to the radio as I rubbed her leg. She surprised me by opening up her legs and allowing me to rub her thigh. It felt so warm and smooth that I spent at least a half hour touching the inside of her firm thigh. She wore a very loose fitting pair of cut off sweat pants without panties (for travel comfort). Every time one of my fingers came close to her pussy I could feel how warm it was becoming. I traced my finger along the edge of her quickly swelling pussy lips she closed her eyes and opened her thighs even wider. My wife is trim but has the fattest pussy lips I have ever seen. Her thick, fat, pussy lips are accentuated by the fact that she shaves her pussy bare. Seeing that she was enjoying herself I cupped her pussy with my hand and began to slowly rub it. She began to moan very softly. As my fingers began to explore her pussy I was blown away by how wet she had become. I knew from here that things were going to get very intense. After stroking her soaking bare pussy I began to move my hand up her body. Doing this and driving was easier then I thought. The roads through this section of Tennessee were very straight and empty. As I began to touch her warm soft stomach I noticed that she moved her right hand down on top of her pussy. Justine loves to masturbate, especially when I am laying next to her pulling on her nipples (actually she likes to masturbate anytime but always in private). I took this as a sign that she wasn’t going to stop until she had cum.
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