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I smeared the eggs with the last piece of toast and
looked at her across my cup of Joe. Flight-attendant Sequoia had thrown on
a large T-shirt but rested her foot on a rung of my kitchen chair,
allowing a full view just under the seam. It would’ve been startling, but
it was something I’d just seen after a night of fun with her.
She fluffed the hem against her bare flesh and smiled. “It’s just a little
shorter than my minis. Anyway, do you always have to eat after you’ve just
had a woman?”
I nodded. “It always has a way of energizing me.” I’ll bet any man would
need energy to keep up with her, due to her long, blonde, Swedish-looking
hair that came down and winked at her nipples in the morning light. Those
sat on firmly-rounded C cups that looked up at you when you kissed her. If
those weren’t looking at you, her flecked green eyes did, coupled with a
wry smile.
She lit a 120 cigarette and settled back, studying me. “Well save it, I’m
tired.” A toothy grin blew blue smoke slowly to the ceiling. “You’re
pretty good. I liked it. It was one of those rare occasions I wish I’d
have been your ex, Breann.”
My ex, Breann. We’d been something, a couple, for two years. That was
until I came home one day and found all of her stuff gone, except for her
goodbye note. Many nights were spent contemplating what happened and why,
only to be washed away in alcohol and sleep.
All the other flight attendants at the airline loved her and I suspected
she was still with the company, somewhere. Bits and pieces of gossip.
Everyone noticed her. Jet-black hair ran straight down a back that ended
with two small, raised buns. Slender legs ran up to small hips that were a
delight to hold, and the light on them was shadowed from a pair of 42s. I
got lots of elbows in the side when my pilot buddies saw her and remarked
on her. They knew she lived with me. Everyone did, including her
girlfriends that would ask to spend the night with us.
She continued. “You’re an appealing guy, Roc. Would you like to know why?”
“Enlighten me.” “Every woman in the company knows you took a hit from a
beautiful woman, without as much as a goodbye.”
“Yes,” I said, remembering.
Her cheeks depressed and showed off high cheekbones as she drew on the
cigarette. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it, but I do. Let me get
to the point. You’re a man who has been hurt. Along with that is the
challenge. Do you know what the challenge is?”
“What?” “The challenge is whether or not me, or any woman, can make you
forget Breann.”
“And the attendants want to take that challenge, huh?”
Green eyes sparkled. “Of course. I’ll have a challenge for you tonight.”
“You will, huh?”
“Uh huh. A double-challenge. Say, 7 PM?”
“No can do, sugar. I have a puddle-jump flight to make and a Guinness
waiting for me at home after.”
She thought about it a moment and rested an elbow on the table, while her
finger drew the shirt’s hem up. Her thigh swung to the side a little more
and a large plop of bubbly cum leaked from her creamy slit. “Think of me
when you’re sipping that beer, then.”
The runway zoomed towards me and the plane was safely on the ground when
thoughts returned about Sequoia. What did she mean by that
“double-challenge”? I know Breann always remarked about how the blonde
liked to push the limits and I was turning over the idea of seeing her
anyway, despite my plans to relax. After all, rest and relaxation is done
in many ways. Some do it scaling cliffs or hang-gliding, which is hardly
the same as a lounge chair and a brew. Oh Breann. If you only knew what
your friend wanted to do with me. If only I knew what she wanted to do
with me.
There was a feeling in the city air on the ride home and you could sense
it. Smiles and a faster paced replaced the working-hours one and I popped
the top of the drink I promised myself when I got to my crib. Thoughts of
a writhing blonde on her bed returned. Did she just want another romp? I
could drink this any night at any time, and I knew I wouldn’t get an offer
like that very often, especially from a tiger like her. I sudsed up,
shaved and splashed on the after shave. Good thing I’d had some threads
ready from the cleaners. I strode back to the car and flew off into the
night, not really knowing what to expect. Digging into the dark corners
was my game and now I was driving to the answer. I had to.
I was curious. I hoped I’d like what I would find. Hard footsteps echoed
in the cold, night air and I thought I caught a whiff of a memorable
perfume, but paid it no mind. I took a deep breath and rapped on the door.
What greeted me was a remarkable sight and one I would never forget.
Sequoia wore a partly-sheer demi-bra and corset that deepened a cleavage
and left me with ideas for it. The outfit flared only slightly, and
tightly, over hips that teased with a shiny, red G-string and smooth legs
that needed no adornment. It all dimmed by those shiny eyes again and she
exhaled over my head from a cigarette. “Guess you’re all rested up, huh?
It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to be seen. But then again, seeing you like this is better.”
“You’re the second one to say that,” she grinned and stepped on the
cigarette with stilettos. “Come inside and you’ll see more.” I stepped in
and already started unbuttoning my shirt when I glanced in the bedroom.
Sequoia followed up behind me and helped me work the buttons while
slipping her hand down my six-pack to my crotch; warm, full pillows
against my back. At that moment, I didn’t need any jump-start for
stimulation, because Breann was on her bed.
“What a surprise, meeting you here,” she winked and made the words drip
with sarcasm. She was completely naked and each wrist was bound to two
widely-spaced bedposts, one knee writhing over the other while still in
her stockings.
My jaw hit the floor in a hypnotic gaze. “Go say hello, it’s been a
while,” Sequoia cooed in my ear and I was on all fours over Breann in no
time, plunging my tongue into her familiar mouth and loving her soft
moans. My hand liked getting to know her again and it traveled over every
part of her body while we kissed. I popped the smooch and wriggled from my
pants.
“Flight attendants aren’t supposed to be grounded,” I said, throwing my
shirt to the floor and releasing the heavy cologne.
“Don’t worry, “she said. “All of us will be in a heavenly destination in
no time.”
“Well, I hope I didn’t interrupt your…flight.”
“Nonsense,” Sequoia said, taking a seat in a wicker chair and smoking
leisurely. “We’re glad you’re here to add to the fun. We were just
commenting on how we needed a man to complete the party.” Breann added:
“Now fuck me and let’s start this one.” Her small ass was light in my
hands when I lifted it, and I gave her a preview of what to expect with my
heavy meat slipping on her soaked slit. We locked eyes as I sat there,
back on my ankles, and the view of my cockhead playing with her pussy lips
was overwhelming. The foreplay was done, supplied already by the beautiful
blonde, and the scent of Breann’s honey made me want her badly. “God, I’ve
missed that,” she cooed. “Give it to me.”
Every thought of rushing was pushed out of my head as I slowly eased into
her after seeing my thick ropes of cock-veins wave her bare drapes aside.
My chest heaved with an inrush of air and I closed my eyes in bliss
momentarily, her gasp dreamlike while I continued onward and soon nudged
her cervix; her hips held in strong hands. “That’s it, that’s it. Use me,
Roc. Oh, fuck yeah,” she said, and our moans and grunts alternated while
the slippery sex sounds echoed around us.
Sequoia stared intently and I noticed she had two long fingers dipped into
herself, her thumb swirling on her clit. “God, that’s hot,” she murmured
and I winked back at her, pulling Breann onto me fully yet again.
I placed my hand on her tummy and asked, “Feel that? Hmm, slut? Feel what
I’m doing to you?” She paused and let out a gasp and said, “Yeah, you’re
fucking me really well.” Just slow, sensual thrusting was all we needed.
All I needed, since I could feel my balls getting ready to explode and I
needed to pace myself. Already pacing yourself, Roc. Damnit. I grabbed
both jiggling D-cup tits and held on, her nipples given an occasional pull
and twist, and I could feel her clench me more as I let her do the
pumping.
She circled on me and performed a slow grind, first one way, then the
other, eyes looking into my blue ones while giving me the best lap dance
in the world. Her words came in staccato sentences because each time I
fully penetrated her, she exhaled and grunted. It went on like that for
quite some time. You could only hear the tick tick tick of the
grandfather’s clock and both girls’ gasping and moaning, punctuated with
my own deep, loud grunts at the ceiling. A steady pour of emotions and
sexuality, with its own unique rhythm.
“Bet I…bet I can make you cum, Roc,” she taunted, her chin lifting while
eyes closed in ecstasy. I could hear the effect of those words on Sequoia
as she let out a loud whimper and orgasmed on the spot, fully three
fingers inside her and her hair thrashing around behind the chair. Breann
grinned to herself, knowing her friend came, but she kept her eyes locked
on mine. I pulled both nipples up simultaneously and held them there and
she replied with a furious tilt and pump of her ass and hips; like a slut
does, a good one, with the rest of her body motionless. Right at the edge
of total bliss and with my cock being pumped faster than with her hand,
Sequoia shoved my sac against her and I exploded. All I could do was grip
the blonde’s hair behind me and enjoy the ride and I watched wave after
wave flow through me and make Breann’s body undulate. I had Sequoia’s hair
in a spasming grip, Breann’s whole breast in my other hand, and both of
them taunting me to cum some more, and soon you could see the sticky churn
of cum bubbles oozing from her satisfied snatch.
Sequoia made sure two people were getting it good with her hand nicely
holding my sac and cock against her. I made my ex-girlfriend’s tummy
ripple a few more times and I was done, collapsing back on the bed and
then recuperating in another chair while they embraced. Sequoia thought it
was a very nice surprise to see Roc there, and even to smell his scent all
over Breann as she kissed her. She didn’t expect him here at all tonight;
thought it was going to be a one-on-one party.
Not that she was jealous of sharing. Who was she “sharing”, after all?
She’d had Roc the previous morning, and now here was Breann underneath
her, swirling tongue and lips against hers while they both kneaded each
other’s tits gently. And if Roc was the one sharing, he had every right
to. When Breann dumped him that one fateful day, she felt sorry for him.
It wasn’t Roc’s fault that Breann got transferred and she never did
communicate all that well. That was the business; people got moved all the
time. Breann’s loss would be her gain someday, and that day turned into a
kinky night. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues and she wondered when her
chance would be. But then she got sidetracked and took in Breann’s eyes
again and the coo and shape of her mouth when she said, “Lick My pussy,
baby.” Bitch was always so direct about things. Maybe that’s why Roc liked
her so much. “Did ya hear that? Your girl wants me to taste her. Both of
you.” Sequoia winked and slid her body down Breann’s, placing slight
kisses with well-puckered lips, each one clearly heard.
She loved giving a show; the night at the orgy will always be a closely
held secret. A throbbing nub was directly in front of her eyes when she
pushed two well-manicured fingers inside the velvet-lined box. It made her
own clit quiver and she silently wondered when Roc was going to get with
the program and take her from behind. Enough waiting. Time to cum again.
She slapped her ass, grinned at him, and said, “Come and get it, cowboy.”
I threw the towel aside and was glad the “girly show” was over. Sequoia
kept both fingers inside the slut when I came up behind her and embraced.
Both tanned 42-inch tits lifted heavily in my hands and her perfume
sizzled against my nose when I kissed her neck. Gripping her silk locks, I
pushed her head back down to take care of Breann’s business and kicked one
of her legs aside, hearing a giggle in the process. “Fuck her little pussy
with that tongue, slut. I want to see her cum on it.” Approving moans
bounced off the walls and I spanked her clit with my pulsing meat a few
times. It was time to get some dessert from that breakfast and I suddenly
thrust into her. A wide-mouthed gasp blasted Breann’s pussy and was
drowned-out when my pecs heaved and I grunted at the ceiling. I had to
rock her hips and ass back onto me with the heels of my hands to give her
the full-length fucking she was going to get from me, and even then the
insatiable slut was snapping her hips expertly.
The creaking of the bed was right in step with the jiggle of Breann’s
tits, the jangle of the cuffs against the wood, and the small, pumping ass
that would continually bang my muscled, sweaty thighs. Squeaky, moist
slurps and kisses could be heard and I pushed her head into her some more,
just for good measure. I could see Breann was enjoying things immensely
and had started arching her back, getting ready for orgasm-time. Bright
fingernails sunk into one of Breann’s heaving tits while I slapped a
hanging orb of Sequoia’s. It produced a startled moan from her, but a
second one was even louder as I smacked her small bun soundly. It was all
so much; all so intense.
I decided to join the gals in a three-way orgasm and the air cracked as
the heat, sounds, and smells intensified in an intoxicating mix. The room
blurred and all I could feel, all any of us could feel, were sensations
that our bodies couldn’t contain. I humped over Sequoia and rocked on her
little ass, pile-driving my meat into her bare snatch while my V-shape
slid with sweat-drenched pecs and a six-pack on her flesh. I have no idea
if she even noticed; both gals started squealing with each other while I
mumbled a few dirty Italian words across them.
They did that dramatic turn of the corner when both their bodies moved and
swam fluidly; a gentle waltz while their beings connected. Sequoia kept
her pinned with her tongue and each small movement sent a blissful shiver
throughout Breann’s body, and that only made the blonde shake under me
some more as I felt the squirt. I rocked into her again while pushing her
head onto that dripping slit and the bed squeaked with the writhing.
Some magical communication happens in bed sometimes and I didn’t even have
to ask Sequoia to turn around and get ready to collect some cum in her
mouth; she did it automatically with panting breath. I drew some of her
thick hair aside to let Breann see, yet I knew she was not only going to
witness it, but taste me, too. A few amazing pumps of the Swede’s sultry
lips and throat on my log had both Breann and myself wonder how she did
it. And it happened so quickly, all I could do was hold on and watch.
The first shot made her moan faintly and I loved the sensation of my balls
jumping each time a load shot up my cock. “Save it, all of it, slut,” I
grunted, with my blue eyes rolling back. “Damn, girl,” I hissed, feeling
her deplete all of me while I noticed her cheeks properly chock-full.
“Give me some of that,” Breann cooed, and Sequoia promptly let my cum
trickle from her pouty lips onto the brunette’s waiting mouth. They slowly
kissed with wide-open mouths, and each churn of their tongues made some of
me seep out.
I eased the DC-10 onto the runway and brought the throttles down on all
the engines. It’s funny how you try to push something from your mind so
you can concentrate, but it doesn’t work because you’ve done the same task
countless times. The mind especially doesn’t want to cooperate when it
wants to return to kinky thoughts. The knobs of the throttles turned into
firm breasts and nipples and I had to chuckle to myself in the cabin. The
copilot gave me a funny look and said, “What’s so funny?” I glanced at my
hand and smiled, “Oh, nothing. I’m just a little energized today.” |
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