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I had two hours to wait before my flight, so I
stopped in the concourse bar. There was only one chair left and I slide up
to it. The man on my left was a handsome man with bright green ostrich
boots. The man to my right was also dressed in boots and a cowboy shirt.
He had a shaved head and a phone to his ear. He was dressed like my
husband dresses and that made me feel comfortable enough to begin a
conversation with him.
The wine I was drinking had emblazoned me and I slipped quickly into my
flirty behavior. I didnt hesitate to say, My husband would love that
shirt. Can I have it? He turned to me and gave me an approving smile. I
felt his eyes go up and down my body, noticing my pink cowboy boots and
tight jeans. He said I would give you the shirt off my back, but what
would I wear. I replied with my best teasing eyes, I may have something in
my carry on bag that would settle that problem.
After exchanging destinations with each other, we realized we were going
to the same place on the same plane. We agreed to meet in the back of the
plane near the bathrooms as soon as the seat belt light had been turned
off.
While the passengers loaded the plane, we held back to the last boarding
call. We walked down the walkway and when I found my seat, we learned that
the seat next to me was empty. He quickly stowed his bag overhead and
joined me in an almost empty row. It was a night flight and all the
overhead lights were turned off for take off. This was looking to be an
enjoyable flight.
We continued our conversation which was sprinkled heavily with double
entendres and suggestive flirting. I felt as if we were meant to know each
other and soon I felt comfortable touching his arm as we talked. He
returned the body connections with his legs pressing mine. As I felt a
warmth and wetness between my legs, I asked if he wanted to play out a
fantasy. With his sexy smile, and intense look deep into my eyes, he said,
Most likely, but describe it. I said, Lets be a couple who hasnt seen each
other for a long time. We took flights to the Denver airport to travel on
together. We have shared enjoyable phone descriptions of what we would do
when we met. And, here we are.
I couldnt keep my hands off of his face, his arm or his lap. He encouraged
my touching with warm conversation and gentle touches. He didnt let me
return to reality. He contributed his own description of the fantasy I
introduced. We stayed with the fantasy, thoroughly thrilled that our
flight was a three hour one and that the lights were off.
I felt the first kiss down to my toes, tingling all the way. I saw his
physical response to our kisses and connection by watching his pants rise
with intent. Fantasy was interrupted by reality as we discussed our
marriages, which we both described as lengthy and happy. The reality was
tempered with our strong connection, developed from an immediate chemistry
and sense that we were meant to meet. We were both astonished that our
simple play felt so right.
Since he was traveling for business, he had hotel arrangements which he
suggested I share with him. My only complication was that my sister had
planned to meet me at the airport after her work day, meaning I had an
hour or so to wait for her. When we landed, I called her and said that I
had run into an old friend from college and that we would spend the rest
of the night together. She seemed relieved to have the evening to herself.
While my body was being caressed, I tried to concentrate on the plans my
sister was making for our meeting in the morning.
I wished I had brought a carry on bag like my new lover did, so that we
wouldnt have to wait at the luggage carousel. Our passion was interrupted
, but maybe the time added to the anticipation of what was to come.
He carried my luggage to the curb and hailed a taxi, requesting a trip to
a nearby conference hotel. The tension was building, but only in a good
way. It was difficult to ride in the taxi, not knowing how far we were
going and how long I would need to keep myself restrained. I envisioned
many different scenes of what we would do first, once the hotel door was
finally unlocked.
At the stoplight, he gently turned my face with both hands and kissed me
deeply. The intensity of the kiss startled me out of my dream world. I
felt the excitement a new love could bring wash over me.
It was a necessity to discuss how intense the feelings were that we had
for each other before we let the physical desire we interfere with common
sense. It helped us to learn that neither of us had experienced these
feelings for others outside of our marriages. We both valued our
commitments and decided that our connection wouldnt interfere with the
reality of our marriages. So with clear consciences and understanding
between us, the taxi stopped at the hotel.
Sharing some deep kisses in the privacy of the elevator gave me a strong
feeling of freeness. He opened the door and I found myself in a large
suite, with a stocked bar and a hot tub on the private patio. He opened a
bottle of wine while I removed my jacket, leaving my lace top to reveal my
heaving breasts and firm nipples. His shoes, socks and pants were quickly
thrown aside as our breathing deepened.
I realized that music would contribute to the total experience so I
strutted over to the stereo, wearing my heels, short skirt, and lace top.
I bent over knowing my black lace thong was visible from the couch where
my lover sat. I heard him gasp and turned slightly to let him know I was
reading his mind.
I carefully glided back to the couch, letting my long legs lead me to the
moment we had anticipated. My skirt dropped to my feet and my thong was
pushed aside by his exploring fingers. He told me that the wetness of my
thong was a turn on.. He enjoyed knowing that our play that began on the
airplane resulted in a feminine discharge that had hardened into a white
coating on the rim of my trimmed pussy.
He asked if he could taste my juices and he did while I was standing in
front of him. A desire filled me while his fingers and tongue explored my
clit. I could hardly wait to take his cock in my mouth. He was hard and
long, pointing to the ceiling. I got my hand around him and began teasing
with my strokes. I brought forward the pre-cum that indicated he wanted
more. I teased some more, kissing his mouth, and sucking his fingers. I
wanted him to want my warm mouth engulfing his cock. We pleasured each
other for some time with our mouths and fingers, murmuring and moaning. My
thong was removed, his cowboy shirt gone and our hands were eagerly
enjoying each other bodies.
It wasnt long before I wanted to feel his cock inside of me and I sat down
on his lap, guiding him into a wet and waiting pussy. I was facing him and
dropping my breasts into his mouth. Before he could get comfortable with
this position, I turned carefully around, so I could watch myself in the
mirror. My back was to his face, and he enjoyed watching in the mirror
too. I leaned down to caress his feet and he let out a frantic moan,
grabbing my hips and pumping them to the music. He said he couldnt wait,
and asked if he could cum right then. I didnt answer, only kept the motion
going until he began squirting. I let him squirt into me for a second, but
then sat back pulling him to my stomach to watch him give me the rest. I
loved spreading his hotness over my breasts while listening to him groan
with pleasure. I wanted to smell and taste what he had and when I did, I
realized again that it was fate that we met. Nothing stopped me from
wanting more.
We lay resting against each other, until our breathing became calm. The
hot tub sounded like the next best step, so off we went. Slipping into the
warm water was soothing and sexual at the same time. We slipped out of the
hot tub after a short time and began to spread lotion over each other. He
stopped at my clit and using his fingers to spread me and his tongue to
tickle me, brought me to orgasm.
We lay in bed with only a sheet over us, holding each other. I said, Do
you think you can love two people at the same time? He said, Yes, I am
beginning to think so. After more talking, I found his cock hardening and
we began enjoying each other again. We had a short sleep and when I woke,
I was startled. Where was I? I looked over and a warm sexual feeling crept
into me. I began massaging him, from his feet up. By the time I got to his
cock, it was out and ready to for me to take him into my mouth again.
We spent the night learning the special ways to please each other. The
morning light began peeking through the curtains, slowly jarring us back
to reality. His conference was due to begin and my sister was scheduled to
meet me soon. We had to squeeze in more reality conversation beginning
with my question, Now what? Is this the end? We both were without an
answer to this question and made plans to discuss our next step later.
We squeezed in more play during the shower we took together. We both were
interested in watching each other completing the morning ritual of
dressing and preparing for a day. It made sense to learn about each others
habits. I found myself wondering what a day-to-day life with him would be
like. As we left the room, I said, I feel sad, yet happy. He agreed, No
matter what happens next between us, no one can take these memories away
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