


Flight Delay

by clearwinston



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2013-10-04
Updated: 2013-10-04
Packaged: 2017-05-07 06:05:41
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/flight-delay-5
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: An unexpected layover brings good things for Burton.
Erotica Tags: Anal, Cum Swallowing, Male-Female
Average Rating: 4.69






        Flight Delay


"Sir, I'm going to need you to stand over to the side, please."  
  
"Is there a problem?" I asked, my stomach curling into a ball.  
  
The agent looked at my passport again as she repeated, "Please, sir, just step
over here," motioning to a section of the floor which had been marked with
tape and cordoned off with retractable queue ribbon.  
  
I stepped into the square as requested while the tiny TSA agent with a bun of
fiery red locks picked up my bag and tray of personal items off the conveyor
belt.  
  
"Where are you headed today, sir?" she asked  
  
"Sydney."  
  
"Do you have business in Sydney, sir?" She was firm but courteous. All
business.  
  
"Yes."  
  
"And what kind of business are you in?"  
  
"Telecommunications. Listen, is there some kind of problem?" I was starting to
get anxious. I had done nothing wrong, had taken this trip at least a dozen
times in as many years, and had never had any problems. Why today?  
  
"It says that you are headed through Bangkok. Is that right?"  
  
"Yes."  
  
"Well, sir the Bangkok airport has been closed since this morning."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Yes, sir. Apparently there is some sort of protest that has turned violent so
nothing is coming or going into that area."  
  
"Shit," I mumbled.  
  
"What was that, sir?" she demanded, clearly agitated.  
  
"Oh...um...sorry."  
  
"Not at all. Gather your things, return to the ticket counter and straighten
this out with the airline. Then come back here and let me know about your
schedule."  
  
"What?! Why?!" This was ridiculous. What kind of police state is this, that
the TSA needs to know my schedule?  
  
"Listen!" I raised my voice. "I don't know what you think..."  
  
She cracked a smile, trying hard not to laugh apparently. She bit her lips,
pinching them closed between her teeth as she looked at me, her shoulders
starting to shake a little as she laughed.  
  
"What's so funny?" I asked, thoroughly confused.  
  
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked, still smiling.  
  
"Remember you from..."  
  
She shook her head, still smiling. "Northbrook High, '96."  
  
I tried to search for some recognizable feature. She sighed and rolled her
eyes, handing me my passport. Making eyeglasses with her fingers, she said,
"Picture me in cargo pants and no make-up."  
  
"A...priiiill?" I asked, unassuredly.  
  
"You do remember!" She slapped my arm lightly, as if it were some sort of
congratulations.  
  
"Yeah. Kind of," I nodded.  
  
"Listen," she said, digging a card out and writing on the back. "Here's my
contact info. Call me and maybe we can get a drink or dinner or something?"
April looked uncertain  
  
"Yeah, okay." I remembered us being in a few classes together, but we were
never close. She looked good, though, from what I could tell. Her uniform made
her look kind of square, with the baggy blue shirt and dark cargo pants that
covered her black boots. "I'll let you know."  
  
"Let me know either way, okay. Don't leave me hanging. Even if you don't want
to, call me and tell me, all right?"  
  
I nodded and smiled. "Sure," I said. She was cute. I would see if I could find
her on Facebook and kind of dig up some more info.  
  
She smiled and walked back to her post as I put my shoes back on and filled my
pockets with my keys, wallet, phone, and change. Before I stood up to walk
back to the ticketing counter, I looked over and she saw me, smiling and
waving before turning back to wand the short woman with outstretched arms and
bare feet.  
  
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. We just heard this morning about the Bangkok airport."  
  
"Well, I have to be in Sydney tomorrow. Can you get me there?" I was
exasperated, but I also knew it wasn't the young blonde's fault and tried to
keep my cool with her.  
  
"Let me see...." She typed, paused, typed some more. "We may be able to get
you there, but it will take you to Honolulu, to Seoul, then to Sydney, adding
seven hours and... $300."  
  
"Of course! Dammit!"  
  
"Sir, please watch your language." She looked me dead in the eye as she
demanded it.  
  
"I'm sorry....Um, when does that flight leave?"  
  
She looked again and said, "At 3:15." That was four hours away.  
  
"Let me call ahead and see what I can work out. Is there plenty of room to
give me a few minutes?"  
  
"Sure. It's only two-thirds full."  
  
"Okay, thanks."  
  
I picked up my bag, stepped over to the window and set my bag down while I
pulled out my phone. Scrolling down through my contacts I found Walt Folsom's
number and dialed.  
  
"Foltec Solutions," a friendly Australian woman answered, "Mr. Folsom's
office."  
  
"Adie, hi. Burton Hanks. Is Walt available?"  
  
"Let me check, Mr. Hanks. Please hold."  
  
After about two minutes, Walt's baritone voice with a thick accent barged into
my ear. "Burt! How are ya?"  
  
"Not good. My plane was supposed to pass through Bangkok, but the airport
closed this morning due to riots or something. I can't leave for another four
hours and have to add several more hours to my trip. There's no room for
mistakes, so if there's any delay on any leg of the flight, I'll totally miss
the meeting."  
  
"Oh, yeah? What do you need from me?"  
  
"I don't know. I can risk the flight and may be late or we can push the
meeting to the next day just in case, or push it back even another day just to
be sure. Or I can do the presentation over the network and not fly into Sydney
at all."  
  
"I see...Look, I already have the board here this morning. They all flew in
for this deal and we're taking care of other business anyway. How do you feel
about giving us a quick rundown over the network and meeting with us later
this week, say Friday, late morning? That way we can get a general idea, go
over the pricing and we can ask questions and possibly sign a contract on
Friday. That would put us ahead of schedule if you treat us right." He laughed
as he said it, but he and I both knew the job was mine to lose. I'd been
working with Foltec for fifteen years and we had a good rapport.  
  
"Sure, that sounds great! Let me find the business suite here at the airport,
set up my flight for tomorrow and I'll call you right back."  
  
"Great. Call on my cell so we don't have to bother Adie and I'll go ahead and
have IT set up the conference room for your presentation."  
  
"Thank you. I'll call you back in a few minutes."  
  
We hung up and I set up my flight for tomorrow, which would put me into Sydney
in plenty of time to land, rest up and make it to the meeting fresh. I went to
the flight club that held my membership and asked about the business suite.
Someone helped me set it up, creating a secure connection through their
network, as I called Walt to let him know I was on.  
  
For the next hour I had presented the package I was offering and took a few
questions before expressing my gratitude and excitement for another
partnership with the board. As I packed up my things, I decided to check up on
April. I pulled out her card and sat down in the leather conference room
chair. "April Barrett," I said to myself, and shook my head, laughing a little
at myself for being willing to do this.  
  
I was in my mid-thirties, almost married once, but the relationship ended, and
never really pursued any real relationships after that. Tracy was a
heartbreaker. Well, she broke my heart at least. I don't know if that was a
habit of hers. Fortunately, business was good. After being cut back from a
major telecom corporation, I decided to go into business for myself, offering
cost-efficient options for start-up businesses. As a result, my business grew
as those I partnered with grew. I outsourced the financial administration so I
could do what I enjoyed: creating and selling. This kept me in the place where
I still loved my job. I wasn't rich by any means, but I was comfortable and I
was happy.  
  
I had started showing my age, so I realized I had better do what I could to
take better care of myself. I joined the YMCA and competed in a few local
triathlons, which kept me motivated to run, swim, ride my bike, lift weights,
and do yoga. A side benefit to this kind of routine was that it kept me from
being bored with exercise. As much as I worked to keep my body in shape, I
couldn't do anything about my hair. I didn't mind the gray, since it started
at my temples and worked outward from there, but I wasn't a big fan of
balding. Ultimately I decided to simply trim it short and not mess with it.
Soon enough I shaved my head with a trimmer, but never going full bald with a
razor. I came to like it and it looked good on me.  
  
One of the things that kept business good for me was that I liked to learn and
grow. I worked hard to stay on top of the latest technology and industry
trends. It kept me knowledgeable, which also kept me competitive. The other
thing that kept business good was that I liked people. Respect and courtesy
were big in my family and I took it to heart. One of the things men liked
about me was that I looked them in the eye, shot straight, and had a firm
handshake. Women liked that I looked them in the eye, treated them as equals
and with dignity, and still held onto some of the old fashioned skills of a
gentleman. Businesses liked that I kept my word, met my obligations, took
responsibility for my actions, and treated them with respect and
professionalism.  
  
I tried hard to think back to what April was like in high school, but I
remember a name and face more than any specific activities she was involved
in. As I said before, we were in a few classes together, but didn't hang out.
I opened up the browser on my laptop and went to Facebook. I did a search and
was surprised to find a slew of April Barrett's. I realized I didn't know
anything about this girl. I didn't keep in touch with my high school friends
so I had no way of knowing which April Barrett I was looking for. Fuck it, I
thought. She wants me to call her anyway. I'll start there.  
  
I dialed the cell number on the card and got her voicemail. I wasn't
surprised, thinking she was still working. I left a message, telling her to
call me. I would stay in the airport until she got off work, thinking it
couldn't be more than a couple of hours. It was already two o'clock, after
all. For good measure, I sent her a text telling her I was in the business
suite for my airline and to let me know when she got off work.  
  
Stowing my bags with the concierge, I grabbed a giant soft pretzel and a Coke
at the pretzel stand, watching planes take off and land for a few minutes
before going back to the suite. I pulled out my laptop and watched a couple of
streaming show episodes from a free service while I waited for April's call.
Just after four o'clock, my phone vibrated on the table. There was a text from
April's number saying, "Just getting out. I will change and meet you there.
Fifteen minutes."  
  
Fifteen minutes later I was standing outside the lounge looking for the
square-shaped, bun-haired redhead I had met a few hours before.  
  
She never showed.  
  
Instead, a stunning redhead with flowing red hair, slim-fitting jeans and a
baby-doll faded green t-shirt walked toward me and called out, "Burton!" Her
smile was the same as the agent who had offered me her phone number, but apart
from that smile and her hair color, everything else was different.  
  
I waved back. I guess. I don't remember, really. I was too distracted by the
tight little body and cute smile. "Hi," I mumbled. When I returned my gaze to
her face, I saw the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, obviously amused
at my surprised reaction. "Oh...uh," I motioned toward the door, pulling my
card out of my pocket, "Would you like a drink?"  
  
"Sure. But not here. I'm in the airport all the time. Let's go someplace
else."  
  
"Oh. Okay. Let me get my stuff." I unlocked the door and she followed me in as
I retrieved my bags from the host before exiting quickly. Her hands were in
her pockets, her thumbs hanging over the sides, pointing toward her zipper.  
  
"Where to?" she asked.  
  
"I don't really know. I live about three hours away and I only come to the
airport." I was kind of embarrassed about looking so clueless.  
  
"All right. Do you want to drive or should I?"  
  
"Again, I park in extended parking, so..."  
  
"Okay," she laughed, shaking her head, "Come on." I followed her through a
series of "employee access only" doors to a separate parking garage. She
pulled a set of keys from her pocket and remotely unlocked the doors to a
black Mustang convertible. With the press of a button, the trunk released and
she lifted the hatch so I could place my bags in it. "You want to drive?" she
asked as she closed the trunk.  
  
"No, that's okay."  
  
"Okay, then," she shrugged. I followed her to the driver's side and she gave
me a funny look until I opened the door and stood back, keeping my hand on the
edge of the window. She looked at me sideways and said, "Thank you," before
dropping into the driver's seat. I closed the door and walked to the other
side. She had it started before I even opened the door to let myself in. When
I sat down, she smiled at me before backing out and driving us to our next
destination. She had some music I didn't recognize pouring from the speakers,
apparently a playlist on her iPod, which was resting on the console in front
of the gearshift.  
  
She took me to a local restaurant with a bar, which had casual and after-work
adults, but no children. Most of the clients were clearly dressed for work,
which made April's wardrobe look that much more casual. I didn't like to
travel in a suit, so I was still wearing a golf shirt and nice pants.  
  
The drive over had been short and mostly quiet, but not necessarily awkward.
She had to make a lot of rapid turns to weave through the lesser-traveled back
roads, and I was looking at the unfamiliar landscape, occasionally looking
back at April, not quite sure what to do from here.  
  
As soon as we walked in, April waved and nodded to a handful of people before
leading me back to a high table in the corner. "Man, I'm glad you called me,
Burton," she laughed. Her mannerisms were a little gruff and she reached into
a bowl of unshelled peanuts, breaking one open before popping the two peanuts
into her mouth, dropping the shell into a second bowl. "I really didn't think
you would. You know, it's kind of sudden, we didn't hang out in school, and
all that." She smiled. "But here we are."  
  
"Yeah. So you're a TSA agent, huh?" Man, what a jackass question.  
  
"Was it the uniform?" she asked seriously. "The uniform gave it away, didn't
it?"  
  
"Sorry," I laughed. "Stupid question."  
  
"Nah, it's cool. Yeah, TSA. For about three years now," she nodded.  
  
"How'd you get into that?" I asked, reaching for a peanut after she withdrew
her hand from the bowl. It was at that point that the waitress brought our
drinks: two beers.  
  
"I got a degree in criminal justice at State, then went to the police academy.
I had just come out of the academy and was working as a beat cop when 9/11
happened. After about two years on the street, my sergeant ran for sheriff and
won, asking me to come over as a deputy. I ended up working the county jail
most of that time, but then when Homeland Security and the TSA started really
amping up their workforce, I couldn't resist. The pay was better and working
the airport meant I wasn't typically going to be getting shot at or spit on. I
could handle the cursing and irritation, but didn't like meth heads spitting
on me and shit...sorry...stuff like that. Besides, as a cop there's still a
lot of down time, sitting around and stuff. On the line here, I'm always with
people and it keeps me stimulated. It's a good job. I like it."  
  
"Sounds like you've had quite a ride."  
  
"Oh, I could tell you a story or two," she laughed.  
  
"I bet."  
  
"So what about you? What are you going to Sydney for?"  
  
I told her about my story and how I had started my own business. She asked
tons of questions and I started to loosen up, enjoying her company more and
more.  
  
"See, that's why I always liked you, Burton. You just do what you want and
make it work for you. I always wanted that."  
  
"I didn't know you liked me. We just had some classes together. I didn't think
you even knew who I was."  
  
"Really?" She sounded surprised. "Oh, yeah. I knew you. You were my high
school crush, man."  
  
"I was?" I laughed at that. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I always
thought you were a lesbian."  
  
"Yeah," she shrugged. "I get that a lot. But I'm not. I may not be timid or
especially feminine a lot of times, but I like a good fu...I like sex with
guys as much as the next girl. I may be past my prime for marrying and having
kids, but I would still like that." She took another sip of her beer.  
  
"So, you've never married, then?" I asked.  
  
"No. Haven't met the right guy, I guess. Had a few relationships, but nothing
too serious. A lot of sexual relationships, some good chemistry, but
ultimately not finding someone I would be willing to spend my life with."  
  
"I was close once."  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"Yeah. Real close. But it didn't work out and looking back it's probably for
the best. I miss the sex, though. She was pretty amazing. Wild."  
  
"How wild?" April asked, idly twisting her beer bottle on the table.  
  
"Pretty much anything. No water sports or anything like that, but a lot of
other stuff."  
  
"Cool. I like 'other stuff'," she said, emphasizing the phrase "other stuff."
She looked me right in the eye as she said it. Her blue eyes were piercingly
blue. Intense, almost glowing it seemed like. Maybe it was the light hanging
down right over our table, but they seemed brighter than any I'd seen before.
How did I not notice her in high school? Oh. Right.  
  
"Can I ask you a personal question, Burton?" she asked.  
  
"That depends," I laughed. She wasn't laughing.  
  
"On what? That question was pretty straightforward. Yes or no?"  
  
I swallowed some beer, afraid of what I was about to say. "Okay, sure."  
  
"How long has it been for you?"  
  
"How long has what been?"  
  
"Sex. Release. You know, when was the last time you got laid?" My, she was a
dainty little flower, wasn't she?  
  
"I don't know. Six months?"  
  
"Six months?!" she exclaimed, trying not to laugh. "How do your nuts even fit
in your pants? Damn." She took another drink of her beer, smiling around the
lip of the bottle as she did.  
  
"I'm not blue-ballin' too bad because...uh...well, nevermind."  
  
"No, it's fine," she said. "You don't have to explain." She wriggled her
eyebrows as she slowly mimicked a masturbation hand motion.  
  
"Hey, glad we could catch up, April. Nice to see you again." I rolled my eyes
and took a drink of my beer.  
  
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have to scratch my
own itch most nights just so I can sleep. It hasn't been six months for me,
but it's been long enough. If I don't cum at least once a day, I'm climbing
the walls." She shifted in her seat a little bit.  
  
I kind of didn't know where to take the conversation from here. Going back to
the topic of work would seem like an obvious bail-out, but continuing on our
current path could make me seem desperate. Was April my type? Not necessarily.
Was she attractive? Without a doubt.  
  
"Listen. April, I know we had just talked about getting a drink together and
catching up, but do you want to grab some dinner?"  
  
She turned her head and looked at me sideways. "Burton, are you finally asking
me out on a date?" she teased.  
  
"I guess if you want to call it a date, that would be all right," I laughed. I
certainly hadn't planned for it to be a date, but by definition it would
certainly qualify.  
  
"Okay, playing it cool. I get it. Sure, I'll go to dinner with you."  
  
We chose a middle-ground chain restaurant where we could both go as we were
and not feel out of place. The drive over and new location seemed to give us a
natural shift in focus so that our conversations turned toward old mutual
friends (or at least names we both knew), our families and stupid pop culture
entertainment. This made dinner more bearable and allowed us both to be more
lighthearted.  

Over a sizzling plate of fajitas I was able to watch and listen to the April
who wasn't trying so hard, and my attraction for her grew. She was still a
little rough around the edges, but her eyes sparkled, a smile seemed natural
for her and she laughed easily. As dinner closed down, we were finishing up
what seemed to be our last two beers for the evening. We were obviously both
relaxed, but completely coherent.  
  
"So," she asked, "What time is your flight?"  
  
"Not till 9:30 tomorrow morning."  
  
"Where are you staying?"  
  
"Probably the Hyatt. I haven't called it in because I didn't think I would be
staying overnight, but I should be able to get a room with no problem."  
  
She cleared her throat and looked at the table. "Well, my shift starts at 7 in
the morning. If you want, you can stay at my place and ride in with me to work
in the morning."  
  
Had she just offered me an invitation to spend the night with her?  
  
"That sounds nice. If you're sure."  
  
"Oh, yeah. Positive." She tried to sound casual, but perked up a little when I
accepted her invitation.  
  
I paid the bill and we got back into her Mustang as she drove the twenty
minutes to her apartment. The ride was kind of quiet, but we both made
attempts at conversation. I think we both knew what was coming, but neither
wanted to admit it.  
  
Her apartment was a nice two-bedroom in a gated complex, and she told me about
the amenities as we circled through the parking lot to her building near the
back. She had a private garage at the foot of her building and after I picked
my bag out of the trunk, she closed the garage door before squeezing past me
in the confined space. I didn't think the space was that small, but she
squeezed her ass hard against my groin as she slowly made her way past me. She
looked over her shoulder as she whispered, "Excuse me." Our eyes met and I
felt a spark. Her look was one of shy longing. Instinctively I placed my hand
on her waist and stopped her for a second before gently pressing back against
her.  
  
"Tight fit?" I asked quietly.  
  
"Very," she breathed, her eyes smoldering before she cleared her throat and
continued toward the door. I watched her ass freely. She really was in
tremendous shape. I would soon find out why.  
  
I followed her from the garage to the hallway and into the elevator that would
take us to her third-floor apartment. She caught me checking her out while we
rode the elevator, but neither of us said anything. Her breasts looked full
and firm in her t-shirt and her stomach flat. Her arms were toned, but not
bulky and her quads, hamstrings, and calves had beautiful curves that matched
her ass in those jeans.  
  
As soon as she opened the door to her apartment, she pointed to a hallway
straight back and said, "Guest room is on the right. Bathroom in the hall." As
I made my way back to the hall, I noticed that her dining area had been
converted to a gym, with interlocking rubber mats covering the floor, a chin-
up bar mounted on the wall, and a stand with those adjustable-weight dumb
bells in the corner. The wall had a poster of a workout schedule, but also
another poster of grappling moves, holds and contact points.  
  
"Krav Maga," she said. "Israeli self-defense."  
  
"Oh. Okay."  
  
"Drop your bag off. I'll change and show you a few things."  
  
"I don't..."  
  
"Oh, come on," she laughed. "Don't be a big baby."  
  
"All right," I said as I walked to the guest room.  
  
"Put on something comfortable," she called out as my door closed.  
  
In a couple of minutes we were both back in her home gym. I was in my standard
evening t-shirt and gym shorts, and she had opted for a sports bra and tight
lycra running shorts. Her physique was unbelievable.  
  
For the next twenty minutes she showed me blocks, holds, contact points, and
basic self-defense moves. I caught on pretty quickly, and she laughed every
time she told me to try a move on her, but I timidly imitated the hold.  
  
"Come on," she laughed. "I ain't gonna break." Even though I would apologize
after each move, she would smack my chest or shoulder and reply, "You're doing
great."  
  
"Well, you're very good at this. How long have you been studying?"  
  
"I don't know. A few years. Some training from the academies, but I go twice a
week to a class. It's fun and keeps me in shape. Okay, one more move and I'll
give you a break," she laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Get
behind me and put your hand around my neck and the other arm around my waist.
And don't be shy," she said, backing into me, pressing herself against my
stomach. "Get a good grip."  
  
I did as she said and in a flash I was on the floor, a knot in my stomach and
the only part of me she was holding was one of my thumbs, which had my arm
twisted in a grotesquely painful contortion. I heard her laugh lightly as she
released me and helped me to my feet. I obviously looked sheepish. I certainly
felt foolish, having been beaten so thoroughly for the past nearly half-hour.  
  
"How you feeling?" she asked, more sympathetically than I would have expected.  
  
"A little humiliated," I smiled.  
  
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." She walked to the refrigerator and
grabbed two bottles of water and tossed me one. As we opened them, she sat on
the couch next to me and said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but
working out gets me pretty worked up." She took a sip of her water as she
looked me in the eye. I took a peek and noticed her nipples poking through her
sports bra.  
  
"Well, uh...I wouldn't mind a chance to regain some masculinity." I took a sip
of my water, smiling as I brought it to my lips.  
  
"Then why are we still on the couch?"  
  
"Because you scare me a little bit."  
  
"Does it turn you on?"  
  
"Kind of."  
  
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she laughed.  
  
"Yep." I laughed in return.  
  
"Come and get it," she said, standing up off the couch and making her way to
the hall. I was on my feet in a flash.  
  
As I rounded the corner into her room, she stood with one hand on her hip
while the other hand pulled her pony tail holder free. "I've been waiting for
this for a long time." As I approached her, she had that crooked smile on her
face as she eyed me over without a hint of shame. "I used to finger myself to
thoughts of you all through high school." I was standing right in front of her
now and she was rubbing the front of her thigh as she talked. "I waited for
you to ask me out, to a dance, prom...hell, just to sit next to me at a pep
rally or lunch, anything. I had thought about asking you out, but figured you
wouldn't want to."  
  
"And here we are."  
  
"Here we are," she breathed.  
  
I was on her in an instant. Our tongues wrestled and I doubted she could
escape my grasp now if she wanted to, which I suspected she didn't. Our hands
were all over each other. This was the first time I had ever wanted to touch
April Barrett, but now I wanted nothing more. My hands cupped her ass and
pulled her against my raging hard-on. She moaned into my mouth.  
  
I pulled away for a second and reminded her, "It's been a while. I don't know
how long I'll last."  
  
"I don't care. Just fuck me." With that, our mouths reconnected. She stepped
back long enough to yank her pink sports bra over her head. Her tits bounced
free and quickly settled into their perfect place on her perfect form. The
bright pink areola and nipples were on prominent display against her pure
white mounds. I quickly found out that they were a perfect handful and I also
discovered that she was sensitive in her breasts.  
  
She pulled my head down with little resistance from me, forcing her nipple
into my mouth. I sucked and licked and bit, drawing moans and cursing from
her. She gripped my hair in her strong hands, refusing to let me leave, as if
for some reason she thought I would. I alternated back and forth and suddenly
stopped when I realized that as much as I loved her tits, that wasn't what I
really wanted. I stood up and shoved her back onto the bed, bringing a grunt,
followed by a quick smile when she saw me undressing in a hurry. As I pushed
down my shorts, my shirt on the floor, I said, "I can't eat your pussy through
those shorts.  
  
I thought I was fast getting undressed, but I had nothing on her. When I stood
up from pushing my shorts and underwear off my feet, she was already stripped
naked and rubbing her pussy, her eyes ablaze. Those blue eyes burned with a
passion I had never seen before. I don't know if it was that she wanted me
that badly, or if she just wanted to get laid that badly and I was just
fortunate enough to be here for it. It didn't matter; I reached out and
grabbed her feet, quickly dragging her to the edge of the bed. She laughed
when I did it, but her laughter was cut off when my mouth quickly covered her
pussy. I immediately felt a hand on the back of my head, forcing me into a
place I wanted to be.  
  
After a day at work and a rigorous workout, she was hot and musky...and I
loved it. I was used to women making sure they were clean as they would excuse
themselves to the rest room in preparation for our time together, or maybe
they would wave me off, embarrassingly asserting that they hadn't cleaned up
(often our passion would get the best of us and we would just jump on each
other), so oral sex was off the table.  
  
Not April, though. I quickly realized that it turned me on. She didn't stink,
wasn't unclean, just musky and salty and I guess it appealed to the
animalistic need in me. As I knelt on her carpet and pressed my face into her
dripping, slippery, smoothly shaved cunt, she was growling her approval and
demanding more from me. My own desire was dripping onto her carpet, I soon
discovered. With a scream, April's hips forced her against my face and she
convulsed in mid-air for a short time before crashing back onto her bed.  
  
"Holy shit," she breathed. "That was fucking amazing."  
  
I stood up, giving her the first good look at my erection. I knelt on the bed
to make my way toward her head for a blowjob, but she stopped me with her foot
on my chest.  
  
"No blowjob for you yet. I want to feel that cock in me. If you're going to be
quick, I want to make sure I get to fuck you. On your back."  
  
I lay on my back and she quickly straddled my waist, her perfect tits bobbing
as she settled. She planted her feet so she was squatting over me, put one
hand on my chest and curled her head so she could watch me pierce her for the
first time. She didn't even hold my dick in her hand. Instead she just aimed
her hips, captured the head and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting
on me.  
  
"Damn!" she whined. "You feel good, Burton." She lifted herself up and down
smoothly a few times before dropping onto her knees and falling forward onto
me. My hands cupped her ass and she ground herself onto me, pressing her
breasts into me while we kissed. We were fully connected. She rolled her hips
as she used me for her own pleasure, apparently stimulating her clit on my
groin. As she worked, however, it stimulated my cock from every angle as her
insides caressed me, especially around the coronal ridge.  
  
"Oh my god, April. You feel amazing. Why didn't I do this in high school?" I
laughed.  
  
"No idea, but I'm glad you're doing it now," she breathed. She began to gasp
and forced her tongue back into my mouth, apparently building to her own
climax. Mine was approaching more quickly than I had hoped, but I was looking
forward to it anyway.  
  
"Fuuuuu....!" she screamed, forcing herself down onto me, clenching at me from
the inside. Her hips convulsed on me and she tried to control her whispered
demands, but I could tell they were forced. Her lips brushed my ears as she
whispered her staccato request. "Cum in me. Fill me up. Please, Burton. Cum in
my pussy."  
  
She didn't even get a chance to say anything else. With one hand on her ass, I
held her in place, forcing the two of us tighter together, and with the other
hand on the back of her head I held her chin to my shoulder. Gush after fiery
gush forced its way out the narrow tunnel before breaking free into the heat
of my first-time lover's womb. She practically screamed in my ear, her breath
hot on my neck. I don't know if it prolonged her orgasm or forced another one
out on the heels of the previous climax, but she came again.  
  
She went limp on top of me, but I wasn't having that. I rolled us over,
knowing I was still hard, and probably would be for a while. I had only told
her I would be quick; I didn't even hint that I was only good for one time. I
hoped she wouldn't be disappointed.  
  
When I rolled us over, she gasped, but was smiling. "There. I came in your
pussy. Now I want you to suck me clean before I fuck you for real."  
  
"Oh, yeah," she muttered breathlessly as she scrambled to her knees. I was in
her mouth in an instant, listening to her moan around me, one hand on my balls
as she supported herself with the other.  
  
"How do you like the taste of our cum mixed together on my cock?" I demanded.  
  
"MMMmmm," she moaned, pulling off me just long enough to say, "I love it,"
before forcing herself back onto me. I was still rock hard. I had always been
that way, but it had become more difficult to do as I have gotten older.
That's part of my reason for taking care of myself: good blood flow for
erection quality. April certainly seemed to appreciate it, and I was glad she
did.  
  
I grabbed a handful of her bouncing red hair, at the back of her skull and
began thrusting into her mouth. She groaned and put both hands on the bed to
balance herself as I used her mouth for my own pleasure. She looked up at me,
looking straight into my soul. It was almost like she was daring me as her
mouth curled into a smile around me.  
  
I held her in place and pressed forward steadily, causing her to lurch and her
eyes to turn red. I backed out for a second and she took a deep breath before
I pulled her onto me again, pushing into her throat. Again she lurched, but a
hand grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth. Suddenly the tightness of
her throat gave way and the last inch of me disappeared behind her lips. She
was such a whore. I thought she deserved to know.  
  
"Fucking whore," I spit, my words dripping with venom.  
  
"MM-HMM," she affirmed, trying to nod, but trapped on the meat lodged in her
mouth. I pulled us both away forcefully.  
  
"Are you a whore?" I demanded.  
  
"I'm a FUCKING whore!" she replied with contempt.  
  
"Take my cock in your whore throat!" I drove it back in with my full weight,
pulling her onto me by the back of her head. Her tongue forced its way out to
lick at whatever she could find. Her face was red, eyes dripping tears, but
every time I would pull her away she would smile and demand more. I couldn't
believe this! If she wanted to she could kick my ass four kinds of sideways
and yet here she was allowing herself to be used, even demanding that I abuse
her. I had never seen anything like it.  
  
I pulled out and pulled her up to me, wiping the tears from her eyes before
pulling her for a kiss. The kiss was somewhat gentle and she eased into it. I
don't know, maybe I was trying to settle her down to protect myself or maybe I
was worried about her somehow. Her arms went around my neck and as we kissed,
I caressed her back and ass. That ass was perfect. Hell, her whole body was
perfect. How was she still single?  
  
I kissed across her face and ran my tongue along her ear. I whispered, "I want
to fuck you again." She shuddered and whimpered. "From behind."  
  
She nodded frantically, pulling away and said, "Okay," almost out of breath.
She was fast. She didn't just get on her hands and knees to face away from me.
She pressed her hips back at me and dropped her chest and face to the bed,
making her look even more lewd. She brought her hands back and spread her
cheeks apart, distorting the lips of her pussy, the glowing deep pink lips
against her otherwise porcelain-white skin. "Come fuck me," she said. "Drive
that dick straight in." She was calm, but obviously impatient.  
  
I quickly settled in behind her, aiming my prick with one hand, while the
other rested on her hip. I pressed forward quickly but smoothly, hearing a
long moan escape from her lungs, ending with a muttered, "uh, god, yeah,"
tacked onto the end of it.  
  
I loved to watch a woman's cunt embrace my cock. Always have. The contrasting
texture, the open invitation of her pussy that somehow still seems to be
invaded by the aggressive hardness of my member. And when I would pull out, it
would almost seem as if her lips were begging me to stay, clinging to me,
reaching for me. It's an unusual and beautiful dance. And here I was once
again, enjoying the opportunity with a stunning redhead, her full pink lips
begging just as all the others had.  
  
Withdrawing slowly I heard another groan as her labia pulled at me, streaking
me with wetness. It wasn't long before I was railing her in earnest. She was
constantly talking, demanding, grunting, and as I worked harder or longer, her
vocalizations increased and became more insistent. She was beginning to
convulse a little and I was moving more easily as she became wetter. With both
hands on her rump, I was plowing into her fully, pulling all the way out
quickly until just the head was in her, and then slamming back into her until
my balls smacked into her lips.  
  
I couldn't help it. It was right there, shiny and smiling at me. I moved my
hand over just a little and pressed my thumb into her ass, watching it quickly
disappear behind the wrinkled ring. "OH FUCK!" April screamed, her ass and
pussy gripping me before her orgasm wrestled her to the mattress. She
collapsed onto the bed, pulling off of me, I believe unintentionally, and I
watched her involuntary contraction giving the image of her trying to hump the
mattress. She had one hand under her, rapidly running across her clit and her
other hand gripped the bedspread in her fist.  
  
"Fuck, Burton," she laughed, rolling over, still stroking herself. "You could
warn a girl."  
  
"Okay," I laughed. "Here's a warning. I'm gonna fuck your ass before I cum in
your mouth." I moved forward and grabbed her ankles as I said it.  
  
"You are, huh?" she said, not giving any resistance.  
  
"Yeah. I am." I grazed the head of my cock up and down her lips as she pulled
her legs back some more.  
  
"What if I don't want you to fuck my ass?" she teased.  
  
"Oh, you want me to. I know you do. You're a fucking whore."  
  
She groaned as I pushed into her pussy, nodding as she said, "I am. I'm a
fucking whore."  
  
She was dripping still and I was covered with her cum, a white creamy ring
encircling the base of my shaft and a matching froth at the bottom of her
pussy.  
  
I pulled out and never lost contact with her as I pushed down on the top of my
cock, picking up some of her natural lubricant on my trip downward. She gasped
and her eyes closed when I brushed her backdoor. Without waiting for an
invitation I pressed forward with a firm pressure, insisting on entering. She
winked at me as I suddenly popped in.  
  
"You bitch. You were locking me out," I smiled.  
  
"I had to keep some sense of control."  
  
"Are you done being in control now?"  
  
"I'm done," she smiled. "Come and get it."  
  
I buried myself quickly and smoothly in her tight ass, letting a groan escape
as a flood of colors burst against the back of my eyelids.  
  
"I told you," she grunted. "It's a very tight fit."  
  
"So tight."  
  
"You feel fucking huge. Damn," she strained.  
  
We began working in unison as I pulled out and pressed forward and she dropped
her heels on my shoulders. This gave her one free hand to stimulate her clit
and finger her pussy, and one free hand to play with her nipples. She was
frantic in her movements, riding several orgasms, clenching me with her
sphincter muscles as I steadily fucked into her. She continued to flood our
union with juices as they ran down from her constantly leaking pussy.  
  
I couldn't take it any more. "I'm about to blow," I belted out.  

"You promised!" she said as she rolled her hips away from me and caught me in
her mouth. Holy shit! She was sucking my cock that was covered in her pussy
juice and had just been in her ass. She was going to town on it, too.  
  
I was as sensitive as I'd ever been and it didn't take long for the fire to
force its way out of my stomach, flying past my balls and railing out the head
of my cock. I don't know that I had ever actually screamed during an orgasm
before, but this time I did. I couldn't help it.  
  
She swallowed most of what I gave her. Her hand continued to work herself over
as her other hand stroked me into her mouth, her tongue slapping against the
head in her mouth as I unloaded into her. She continued to play lightly when I
was done and began to go soft. I was sensitive and started laughing, getting a
laugh from her as I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me.  
  
I lay on the bed and she cuddled up next to me, her breasts pressed into my
side and her leg draped over my thigh. She kissed me on the cheek and I
stroked her back.  
  
"That was probably the best sex I've ever had," I said, out of breath.  
  
"I told you I'm up for almost anything."  
  
"So, uh..." I cleared my throat. "I'm flying back in from Sydney on Sunday."  
  
"Burton," she laughed, "Are you asking me out on a date?"  
  
"Yeah," I laughed, "I guess I am."




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