More is Better Ch. 02

Posted: December 28th, 2009 | Author: Gregory | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

Our pilot brought our flight down with barely a bump as I peered out the little window at the pink and orange and red sky. Was there something vaguely erotic about takeoffs and landings? That race down the runway, skimming the surface just before that stomach-floating rise above gravity, and then, later, the drop back into reality and the rushing deceleration, like the slowing of a pounding heart…it wasn’t unlike sex, anyway.

Or maybe it was just that I’d been thinking about sex ever since boarding four hours ago. Well, really, who could blame me? Certainly not the sexy man meeting me at the other end of that runway! It had been weeks since we’d seen each other, and I was pretty sure he’d been thinking about sex, too, just a little.

Maybe he was waiting for me to arrive, and imagining taking me into the bath, feeling the hot water from the shower pounding onto our naked skin, slickery suds, and sliding and groping and teasing and toying hands and fingers. Mm-hmm, and that breathless sensation when I’m on my knees sucking, almost drowning from the water flow and the size of him in my mouth, and I look up at him to see him looking at me – wait, no, that was ME thinking about sex again. Ha. But, no, he wouldn’t blame me for thinking about that.

That same sun that had turned the sky red as my plane landed, again shone in my eyes as we pulled away from the terminal in his shiny red car, warming me as much as his smile. My hand had immediately strayed to his thigh as we made our way to the freeway. I liked touching him in the car. Well, I liked touching him anywhere, but there was something about being in that cozy space with his muscly thighs right there near me that was impossible to resist. We never had been particularly good at resisting each other, although we had tried, at times, in the past. This was better.

“Are you in a hurry to get home?” he asked.

I had been thinking about that shower, but ok. “Not especially. Did you have somewhere in mind you wanted to go?”

“Yeah, let’s take a detour.”

A surprise - how fun! Intrigued though I was, I didn’t ask any questions. I gazed out the windows for a bit, readjusting to the flat midwestern landscape around us. I’d grown up here though it had been five years since I’d moved to the west coast, and each time I came home, I got this surreal sense of being in two places at once. I was not in denial; merely Illinois. Or was it just another part of California, a really far eastern part? You could think of it that way, I suppose.

I turned to ask him what he thought, but just then he pulled off the expressway and I found myself focusing on the way the steering wheel slid through his fingers. He’s one of those guys who like to drive and he does it well. I’m one of those girls who get turned on watching a guy do something that he does really, really well. Whether he’s landing a jet plane or putting his telescope together, there’s something about the skill and concentration and focus and then the perfect execution that has me imagining that same intensity and skill applied to, well, me, and…

Damn. What was that, like, the fourteenth time I’d been thinking about his fingers sliding along MY steering wheel? Er, no, that didn’t make for a good metaphor at all. But really, Latin fails us when it comes to naming a woman’s body. Was I really supposed to be thinking about his nimble fingers stroking my vulva? Hell, even volcano sounds more sensual, though I’d have to start spewing hot lava if I was going to use that one. I sighed. At this rate, it was going to be impossible to wait until we got home for some nakedness.

It wasn’t long before he pulled into his company’s parking lot. This time of day, the lot was mostly deserted and only a few lights were on in the surrounding buildings. Had he forgotten something in his office? He drove around to the back of the lot and pulled into a spot overlooking a deep ravine. The setting sun shimmered a fiery gold in the leaves in the trees, and the early evening quiet was soothing. Pretty.

“Are we going inside?” I asked when he made no move to get out of the car.

“I thought you might like to watch the sun set from here.”

“Oh…that’s so romantic!” I purred.

I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned back against the headrest, closing my eyes while he fiddled with the CDs. He opened the sunroof just as the first of the Elvis Costello tracks began and a loud rumbling filled the air. My eyes flew open in time to see a 747 clear the trees surrounding the airport in the distance and climb into the sky ahead. I could almost see the little people inside and wondered if any of them were looking down at us. Unbelievably close at first, the plane rose higher and higher overhead until it disappeared from view while the ground trembled slightly underneath us and stilled again.

“Cool! Very cool!” I beamed.

“There are some advantages to working near the airport,” he replied.

My eyes fluttered closed the instant he leaned toward me. He touched his lips to mine, only his lips, gentle and warm. We held still for what seemed like forever, pinpointing every sense. The barest movement of his mouth sent those little shivers and tremors through me, the ones that made me lose track of time and space. I didn’t even hear Elvis singing to Allison anymore. It was erotic as hell.

I love his kisses, all of them, all the roving kisses and those locked-together-like magnets kisses. I like it when he kisses me while we fuck, him on top kneeling between my open thighs, leaning forward, his body warm above me and so hot within. He presses his lips to mine, my legs wrapped around his hips, he buried in me, our eyes open. And our lips brush against each other as we fuck, as we wriggle and squirm, pressing hard and barely there, and then our lips hold and our eyes catch and our bodies slide and fuel the heat further. A kiss, done well, is mindblowing.

I had to take a very deep breath to steady myself when we finally let go.

“Hi. Welcome to Chicago.”

“Hi,” I whispered back, still breathing deep.

I wasn’t the only one who was breathless. He had gotten hard, and grinned a little when I reached down to stroke him. I traced his length through the soft cotton of his pants with my fingers, stroking, teasing, and rubbing. He felt warm under my hand when I cupped him, warm and solid. I knew what I’d find under those pants if I dared, but would I dare?

The sound of another jet reached us and we both turned to see the impossibly large plane taking off on its next journey. The sky was darkening now, but the last rays of sun still glinted off the shiny wings. He leaned over to kiss me again and ran a finger along the side of my breast and over to tease my already tight nipples. Around and around, his finger deftly rubbed the sensitive tips, first one and then the other, again and again, light and teasing, driving me crazy on the inside, making me wet on the inside. Our kiss lengthened until I groaned into his mouth and broke away, my hand still stroking his hard dick. I looked into his eyes for a moment.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” I said.

“I’ve got some ideas, too.” He cupped my soft breasts in both hands and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. “But tell me yours.”

“Well, it’s not that I want you to stop what you’re doing, but let’s move this to the backseat. And pull your seat up. We’re going to need some room.”

By the time I had adjusted my seat and gotten out of the car, he had already slipped into the back. I climbed in beside him and pulled his head close for another kiss. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly for a moment, before his hands started roaming along my back and to the hot skin under my t-shirt. Yes, the back seat was much better already. Shivering with anticipation, I quickly slipped my hand between us and unbuttoned his pants.

Slowly, carefully, I dragged his zipper down. Boxers! Perfect. His cock sprung into my hand, very hot and very hard, with a tiny little drop of wetness poised at the tip. He had the best toys, always so friendly and wanting to come out and play! Grinning, I rubbed my thumb around the silky head, smearing the slippery wetness around before sliding down, down, down to cup his balls.

Squeezing gently, I murmured, “So, what do you think of my idea?”

“Very nice. Let’s try one of mine.”

He found my bra band and swiftly unfastened the hooks. I always looked forward to that delicious release when the clasp is undone and the bra is loosened slightly, when his seeking fingers gently tickle my taut nipples through the soft fabric, and when he finally pulls it all away and exposes them to the air. My nipples tightened further in the night breeze wafting in through the open sunroof, tempting him, tempting me. Resistance was futile, I giggled to myself. Never underestimate the power of my breasts!

Lowering his head, his soft, wet tongue flicked over me, melting my insides with each delicate lick. I closed my hand around his thick cock and slid down then up, down then up, marveling at the soft skin and the hardness beneath it, feeling his strength with each squeeze. I wanted to taste him like he was now tasting me – nibbling, sucking, drawing the electricity from my clit up and through my nipple. I was breathing hard again, all thoughts focused on the tingling spreading from my chest to my toes

“Your idea,” I whispered, “is good, too. Very, very good.”

Without pausing the exquisite torment on my breasts, his hands roamed again, this time to my legs where he raised the hem of my long skirt to my hips. The smooth skin on my thighs quivered as he brushed higher and higher. Good thing I had worn a skirt today instead of the jeans that were my usual flying uniform. There are some advantages to not having had time to do laundry, like easy access to my underwear. I had to wriggle around for a bit, but he finally managed to slip my panties off just as another plane rose into the sky, lights flashing.

Shifted around again, I spread my legs for him, inviting him to touch me more. I couldn’t help but shiver when he ran a finger gently across my leg and along the crease of my thigh. He skimmed the petal soft skin of my lips, caressing every curve and dip, thrilling my senses. Yes, touch me there, and there, and there. More, please. Was it his mouth on my nipples or his fingers stroking my pussy or his cock twitching in my hand that was turning me on so much? Yes.

One of his fingers had found its way to my puffy slit and glided along it, parting it. Groaning, I spread my legs further for him and felt him slip between my lips to find the damp heat within. First one finger, then two, he probed the moist heat. Yeah, I was as wet as I thought I’d be. Dipping in and out between the delicate folds, he spread the wetness to my clit, and then plunged deeper into me. My hips rose and began grinding against him, harder and faster, and my moans grew louder when he started circling from the inside - oh, I loved it when he did that! Do it again, do it again! Yes, like that, like that.

Around and around he swirled inside my swelling cunt while I held on tightly to his cock.

“Yes,” I panted. “I like this idea too.”

Opening my eyes again, I realized the sun had completed its arc and the sky was dark. The trees in the ravine were merely shadowy shapes now and the huge jet that flew over us was visible mostly by its lights. The erotic fog in my head and the darkness of the night blended together, inspiring more crimes of passion.

“Sit back,” I told him. “Relax.”

I disentangled myself from my skirt and rose to straddle his thighs, my knees resting on the seat. Reaching down, I grasped his cock again and lightly rubbed his soft skin against me, slightly dipping the head inside and then pulling it out to tease around my clit. Could he feel me getting wetter? Lifting slightly, I placed the soft tip just inside my pussy and lowered my hips. My cunt stretched open for him as I pressed down, down, down until he had filled me completely. Yesss.

Every time I have sex I forget just how intense that feeling is so every time it is gloriously new…feeling him slipping between my lips, opening me wide, filling me…feeling our bodies joining, fitting together, and that initial shock of pleasure washing over me…hearing his intake of breath as the pleasure of finally sliding into me fills his senses as well…that was always hot.

I held still, his cock buried inside me, and closed my eyes again, letting the sensations flood my head with naughty thoughts just as the heat was flooding through my body. Finally, when I couldn’t stand the itchy achiness anymore, I started to glide against him, my hips rising and falling with my breaths.

Slowly, I lifted up until he had almost slipped out, and then dropped down to take in all of him. Egged on by his soft groans and the slickery feel of our skin, I slid over him, over and over, I had him right where I wanted him, or he had me, and I wasn’t about to stop now. Faster and faster, my hips found a steady rhythm as his lips found my nipples. I worked my hand between us again and placed a finger on my clit, stroking the now very wet little point. Elvis had been replaced by Bob Marley, but all I heard was the soaring jet engines behind me as the building wave deep inside my cunt crested and pulsed around his hardness. I’m sure all he heard was my loud moaning in his ear.

I don’t know if it was my moans or my quakes or the scent of my hot pussy filling the car, but the next thing I knew, I felt his hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto him hard while he thrust upwards. Now I could hear him groaning into my ear…hot, sweet groans that made my pussy twitch around him.

“Mmm, yes, sweets, come for me,” I urged, matching his rhythm. “Come for me.”

I didn’t have to wait long. He pushed me down hard and held my hips tight, releasing his pent-up liquid warmth inside me, adding to the squishy wetness already there. I collapsed against him, cradling his head against my breasts as we caught our breath.

Another jet soared overhead.

“I’ve got another idea,” I whispered. “It requires getting very, very wet…”

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