by T West
“Follow me.” Then Derek subtly took a few steps back until he was standing in front of one of the bathrooms. “Wait two minutes.” He stepped inside but didn’t flip the switch to signify it was occupied.
Amy should have been immediately turned off by the fact that he intended to ravage her in an airplane bathroom, but it only made it more exciting. It was small, they would have to be quiet, and there were dozens of people who could catch them.
Just thinking about it got her blood pumping. Amy didn’t even want to wait the full two minutes. Was it really necessary? She was sure that all of the other employees would notice their absence and guess. Or maybe they wouldn’t.
With a sly grin, she checked to confirm no one was watching, then slipped into the bathroom as well. Amy barely locked the door before she was pressed up against it roughly. Lips were suddenly pressed against hers, his body holding her tight against the door. His hands were everywhere: caressing her thighs, slipping beneath her shirt, weaving into her hair. Amy couldn’t breathe.
She felt her own hands thread into his hair of their own volition, urging him on, pulling him closer. His hands suddenly slid down to her body, resting on her ass and lifting her up. She barely had time to register anything before she was sitting on the sink, his hips between her legs. Derek pulled away just long enough to look her over with those rapidly darkening eyes.
Amy felt the loss of his touch instantly. Her skin felt like it was burning up, heat was building in her core, and all she wanted was his hands everywhere. She pulled him closer by his belt loop and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She heard his broken moan as she assaulted his neck with her mouth, felt his hands as they tangled in her hair, felt his hardness against her thigh as she pressed herself against him. Amy had never felt more alive.
His hands moved south, inching up her skirt as her own made work of his belt buckle. She moved her assault to his lips, trapping him in a deep kiss as her skirt bunched around her waist and his belt went limp.
She didn’t even bother trying to stop the whimper that came when his thumb lightly circled her clit. “Oh God.”
“It’s Derek,” he teased in a rough voice, barely separating their lips.
Amy let loose a breathy moan when he suddenly slipped a finger into her wet heat, his thumb continuing to circle her bundle of nerves. She couldn’t help herself as she rocked against him, wanting more.
Derek went to work forming a dark bruise with his mouth just below her collar bone. “Got to keep quiet,” he reminded her.
Without warning, she slipped her hand into the band of his boxers and encircled his length. He let out a softer moan, head falling onto her shoulder. Not looking up, he let his free hand guide his dick from his pants and pulled his fingers from underneath Amy’s skirt.
She made a soft whimper at the loss of contact, but he wasted no time pushing into her. They groaned in unison as he entered her. She let her head fall back as she relished the burn.
“Damn you’re tight,” he muttered.
Then he was moving. It wasn’t gentle. He was slamming into her in a way that made her want to scream to every god that she could think of. Instead, she bit down on her lip until she tasted blood and clung to his arms with the same desperate hold he was exerting on her hips.
She came first, the shockwaves ripping through her, causing her to let out a silent scream. Derek came inside of her only moments later, smothering any of his noises in her shoulder. Then they both sagged against each other, trying to catch their breaths.
“This was just a one-time thing,” Amy whispered once she’d regained the ability to think.
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It was not a one-time thing.
In fact, their trips to the bathroom occurred every time they were on a flight together. After just a few weeks, it had become a routine that Amy wouldn’t have been able to break even if she’d made a deal with the devil.
About halfway through the flight, he would slip free of the cockpit and stroll through the aisles asking random passengers how their flight was going. Most days, he took his time, which made it sweeter when they finally did get away.
There were brief looks, seemingly innocent touches, and shallow conversations. Then he would fuck her against the wall of a restroom until she couldn’t remember her name. Then Amy and Derek would collect themselves and leave like nothing had happened.
Until he showed up with a friend.
Now Amy knew what she was doing was wrong. She was having sex with a man regularly, but they had set no labels, they rarely spoke about anything of meaning, and she knew absolutely nothing about him. Aside from what made him moan.
And she wanted to stop. She would go home, talk herself up, have a glass of wine, and then do it all again the next time she saw him. Something about Derek just set her blood on fire. He made her crave his touch from across the room. Or plane.
But she was definitely drawing the line at a third person. Right?
“Hello Amy,” John greeted her amicably. Amy simply nodded, shooting a glare at Derek.
“John will be joining us,” Derek stated. Amy raised an eyebrow, amused. Derek sounded almost like he thought the choice was his. If she didn’t want John, she wouldn’t have him.
But lucky for a certain co-pilot, he was easy on the eyes and Amy had a weakness for boys who looked at her so softly. “At least, I’d like to join you.”
“And who exactly is flying the plane?” She asked.
“It’s on auto pilot. We won’t have to check that we’re on course for at least an hour. Not that this is going to take that long,” Derek said confidently, letting his hand find her waist.
“Then that would be no trouble at all,” Amy decided after a moment. But she made sure to save her best smile for John. She was going to make Derek work for it after making assumptions. Even if they were correct. She had to admit, she was a little curious what it would be like, having two boys at her disposal at once.
She pulled John into the bathroom, letting Derek follow. He was the lookout anyways. Once the three of them were in the bathroom, occupied light on, she held their full attention. It was Derek who made the first move.
He pulled her in for a soft, gentle kiss. She could feel John’s hands making their way up her legs, dropping spaced kisses as he edged her skirt up. Derek slipped his tongue between her lips and got to work unbuttoning her blouse.
John was taking his sweet time. She could feel his breath on her inner thigh. Amy laced her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, and placed her other hand at the back of Derek’s neck. She could feel herself getting impatient. She wanted more.
Luckily Derek seemed to make quick work of her blouse. Suddenly he was tracing hot, wet kisses down her throat. He nibbled and sucked under her chin, along her collar bone, making her groan softly. Just as her bra hit the floor and Derek’s hands caressed her breasts, she felt hesitant fingers stroke her clit.
Amy jerked toward the touch, moaning. She let her head fall back as John pushed forward. He tugged her underwear to the floor, stroking her more surly. Derek slowly dropped his mouth to her breasts, pulling one into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
She couldn’t breathe. Amy had to bite her lip from making a noise. She tried to slow her breathing, make it last longer, but it was all too much for her. She could feel herself approaching her climax.
Then John replaced his slow fingers with his tongue, sliding in and out of her. Derek’s lips reclaimed her own, his hands continuing to caress her breasts. Amy tightened her grip on both of them, and Derek swallowed her scream as she came.
Amy leaned heavily against the wall and let her eyes slide shut for a moment. She definitely would not mind a repeat of that. When she peeked, Derek was watching her with dark eyes, and John was leaning against the opposite wall and licking his lips.
With a smile, she decided it was probably time to repay the favor. Amy pulled her blouse back o
n and fell to her knees in front of Derek. John had already pulled his pants down, and was stroking himself.
“Someone’s a little excited,” she commented, palming Derek gently through his pants. She beamed when he leaned into her touch. Slowly, just to tease him, she unzipped him and pulled down his pants, in no rush.
When she tugged off his underwear, she was confronted with a very stiff, big dick, inches from her face. Amy licked her lips, but didn’t take him in her mouth yet. First she stroked him softly, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Derek’s lips were pressed together in a thin line, fists tight at his side.
Amy slowly leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Derek’s hands immediately wrapped themselves in her loose hair, but he didn’t lean into her or pull her closer. Amy was more than proud of the willpower. She slid her hands up his thighs and took hold of his butt with both hands.
She let her tongue wander over his tip, swirling it slowly and sucking lightly. Then she took a little more of him, letting her tongue slide along his shaft. She kept taking more of him in until Derek’s dick hit the back of her throat. His grip tightened on her.
“Oh God, that feels so amazing,” he muttered, tilting his head back slightly.
She gathered some spit in her mouth and coated his dick completely as she followed Derek’s guiding hand. She kept a slow pace, sucking, giving every part of him her full attention. But he seemed like he was already gone. He urged her to speed up with his hips. Amy picked up her pace, moving one of her hands to work the base of his shaft.
Her mouth kept even pressure as he began to roll his hips, fucking into her while he tightened his grip on her hair. Amy felt it when the rest of his muscles tightened. Derek stiffened, and when he came, she swallowed it all, though not without difficulty.
Afterwards, she pulled her lips from him with a soft pop, and stood. In the mirror, she could see that her shirt was on wrong, her hair was a mess, and her lipstick was beyond smudged. But it had been totally worth it.
“Thanks,” John said awkwardly. He’d already finished himself off if his buttoned pants and the pile of napkins in the trash were an indication.
“Anytime,” Amy said with a grin, fixing her shirt. John rushed off as Derek pulled up his pants with a cheeky smile. Smug bastard.
She really had enjoyed that.
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It happened a few more times after that. Sometimes it would be just her and Derek, sometimes John would join them, and a few times Amy had even been able to convince Violet to join their little party.
Amy was quickly gaining a reputation that was less than perfect, but she was enjoying herself so much she could hardly bring herself to care. She’d never let loose before and it was nice to try that for a while.
Besides, it was better that she had fun and acted stupidly while she was young. There was no way she would still be having three-ways in the bathroom of an airplane once she got into her thirties. She would grow up soon.
But when she woke up just three months into working with Delta airlines, she hadn’t expected to be burdened with responsibility so young, at only 25 years old.
First she hadn’t been able to hold down breakfast or lunch, but then her stomach problems stuck around for a few days in a row. Derek tried to get something going a few times at work, but she hadn’t felt up to it.
Then there was the fact that she was always hungry, even when she could hold things down. She was eating way more than usual and she was gaining weight because of it.
And finally, the tip off, she missed her period. Amy had never been regular, and she was on birth control, but when she was late, it all clicked in her mind. She was well and truly concerned because she knew even before she bought the test that it would come out positive.
She knew it was Derek’s, because despite the fun she’d been having, he’d been the only one to cum inside of her. Besides, they did it nearly every time they saw each other, so the odds were in their favor.
She just had no idea how to tell him. She was definitely going to keep the baby, it was just how she had been raised, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell him. He was young, would probably want nothing to do with a child.
And it wasn’t as though they were together. He probably wasn’t exclusive and they’d never set down any boundaries. So there was no obligation on his part to be or do anything. With that in mind, she almost hadn’t told him.
Except that she was getting rounder by the day and he was bound to notice. So she had to at least inform him, she decided after days of deliberation. It wouldn’t have been fair to keep it from him on the off-chance he would care, and he would notice soon enough that she was pregnant. She didn’t want him thinking she’d been getting that busy in her free time.
So that morning, when Derek pulled her into the bathroom and pulled her close, instead of wrapping her arms around his neck, Amy held him at arm’s length.
“We need to talk,” she said, hoping her face matched the seriousness of her tone.
“That’s new,” Derek shot her a sly smile and placed a small kiss on her neck.
“I’m serious,” she insisted, pulling completely from his arms.
“Okay, I’m all ears.” Derek leaned back against the sink looking earnest. She was a little suspicious of the whole thing, but she bit the bullet and forced herself to tell him.
“I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” Derek stared at her, face blank. She didn’t exactly know what to do with that.
“I see,” he said softly, rubbing his jaw.
“I get it if you don-”
“We’re going to have to move in together,” Derek insisted, cutting her off. “You’re going to need someone to look after you, and I want to be there when the baby is born. Plus we’ll probably need to stop screwing around and put some labels on this.”
Amy watched him, mouth agape. He looked serious. And he had never come off as the type who would mess with her when it came to something so serious. But he actually wanted to be involved. She couldn’t believe it.
“Okay,” she murmured, trying to get her voice back.
The smile he sent her was awesome.
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Steamy Erotica Story 27
S he couldn’t believe it was finally in her grasp! After years of searching for this missing ancient artifact, Jade the Erotic Adventurer had at last fulfilled her lifelong ambition of capturing the Orb of Eye-A-Tola. As she lifted it from the stone square table the coldness of the historic marble object sent shivers of excitement through her body, which traveled down her torso and nestled snugly in her excited clitoris.
This was the 98 th temple she’d adventured through in order to achieve this goal – and at still only 22 years old, that was quite an achievement. She’d been a busy girl. She stood there for a second to savor the moment and hold it in the palms of her hands. As she stared at the glowing tranquil-colored artifact she could make out her reflection vaguely – although she hadn’t seen a mirror in a while she was relieved to see that she still looked hot as hell.
She was dressed in her favorite raiding gear – cut-off female slacks that were about the length of hot pants, which stopped right at the top of her long tanned toned legs. Her upper body was dressed in a tight fitted aqua colored boob-tube, concealing her very large and firm D cup breasts, her always erect nipples sticking out through the soft fabric like confident bullets. Brown leather knee-high boots were on her feet – her boots were sturdy and exactly what Jade needed on several occasions to get her out of hot water. Her long dark hair was tied back in a pony tail that ended at the small of her back.
But she didn’t have all day to admire her striking appearance – on the contrary. She had to get the hell out of there. Fast. About as deep into the temple as she could be she knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She couldn’t go back the way she came because the rope that she used to swing across the bottomless pit had broken at the last second of her leap, so she perused the large candlelit ston
e-walled room for another way out.
“Thank God!” she said to herself as she spotted the dark corridor entrance in the corner. Not wanting to waste any more time she ran through it, and followed it determinedly as it twisted and turned, unraveling before her. She turned another corner and her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she spotted the female guard standing before the large wooden oak door.
“Stop there!” the guard shouted at her, as Jade clutched the Orb tightly next to her heaving breasts, completely alert. Jade eyed the guard up and down, and seeing that the guard was wearing armor that covered most of her torso and legs, but that her crotch was armor-less except for her studded knickers, the young adventurer knew exactly what was needed to be done.
She placed the Orb in her little back-pack and dropped to her knees before crawling between the older woman’s legs. She moved the guard’s studded knickers to one side, fully revealing her freshly-shaven snatch and plump labia. The aroma of the wanton pussy wafted through the air and up into Jade’s nostrils, filling her with desire. God, her sex drive was high, but she knew that it helped get her out of so many situations and that she was forever in its debt.
She brushed her cute nose upwards against the guard’s already-moist flange, expertly parting her full lips to reveal her hardening nub that visibly throbbed before her. Her soft tongue darted out, and Jade enthusiastically lapped at the inviting pussy, licking the length of the slit up and down in an attempt to get the juices flowing and taste everything this powerful guard had to offer. The guard responded in kind, forcefully grabbing Jade by the back of the head and plunging her face-deep into her burning snatch, moaning deeply and offering words of encouragement.
This egged Jade on immensely, and she began darting her tongue in and out of the warm opening, paying special attention to the angry little nub as she circled her tongue around it enthusiastically. She swirled her girly saliva in circular motions causing the guard’s body to shake and tremble with pleasure.