by Ella Ford
Overwhelmed with the twin sensations of panic and ecstasy, she pulled her head away from the captain’s pussy with a superhuman strength, drawing a deep breath inside herself, then releasing in it an involuntary sigh as the wave of climax spread through her body. She felt herself spasm, arms and legs going tense and locking around Kelly’s head and the captain’s legs. The sensation filled her mind, for the second time that night and she felt herself blacking out. The world spun around her, dizzyingly fast and she feared that she was slipping out of this reality.
But then the furious roar of her orgasm dissipated and left her. She was distantly aware of the captain collapsing to the side and onto the bed, breathless and exhausted. From the scene of devastation that was her pussy, she felt the tender peck of tiny kisses. Kelly was lightly caressing her, soothing her tormented body. Jenny felt herself flush with affection for the young girl and inwardly vowed to write a glowing report about the rookie hostess’s performance tonight.
Then from across the room, the forgotten voice of Dana Williams spoke up. “Is it my turn now?”
Epilogue
The following morning, Jenny found herself sitting alone in the SubAir executive lounge. After the intensity of the night before, the captain and first officer seemed oddly distant this morning. They’d excused themselves and left to go wherever it is that pilots go to when they want to recover from a night of frantic lesbian love.
Jenny sighed at the memory of the layover. The rough dominance of the two pilots and the tender submission of her and Kelly. A light shudder ran through her body and she felt a familiar warmth between her legs.
Kelly, meanwhile, had been scheduled to fly back to Denver on a different flight and had left half an hour before. The two girls had embraced warmly in the departure lounge, and Kelly had planted a kiss on Jenny’s cheek. “Thank you for last night,” she’d said warmly, a bashful blush spreading across her face. “I couldn’t have got through it without you!” And with that, she’d turned and hurried through the lounge to her gate.
And now she was alone, enjoying the calm of the executive area before the inevitable exertions of the flight home.
Buzz Buzz.
She almost jumped as her phone vibrated on the table in front of her. An email, she noted by the color of the light on the smooth black surface. She picked up the phone and flicked the screen on, deftly navigating to her email client. She opened the mail and began to read.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Opportunity
Hi Jenny,
Captain Monroe has just been in contact with HR and submitted a glowing report about your performance on her flight. She went to great lengths to describe your qualities, saying that you had the capacity to take anything that was presented to you, no matter how hard. She also pointed out that you worked well with your colleagues and went to great lengths to ensure that the flight crew were taken care of.
So we have a proposal for you. We’d like you to drop by head office when you’re in Denver to discuss an opportunity.
We’d like you to become an instructor at SubAir Academy, effective immediately.
Kind regards,
Julie Preston, Head of HR
Jenny’s mind reeled as she read the email over and over, trying to take in the content of the message. This was life changing! she thought as she struggled to calm herself. She was going back to SubAir, to help train up a new generation of SubAir hostesses. To pass on what she had learned, to guide them in the sensual arts. It was a tremendous opportunity!
But most of all, a single thought lingered in her mind. A thought that she obsessed over as it eclipsed even the professional pride of the promotion.
Think of all that fresh pussy!
THE END
Her Birthday Gift To Me
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
I knew that something was strange the moment I walked in the door. The house that I shared with my best friend Katie wasn’t usually so … welcoming. There was nothing fundamentally wrong with the battered old wooden house on the outskirts of town, it had just seen better days and the two of us were usually too busy with our careers and lives to care about making it feel much like a home.
But on the night of my twenty fourth birthday, something was definitely amiss.
In truth, it hadn’t been a great birthday. In fact, it hadn’t been a great year. Layoffs at work, a death in my family and the generally bleak atmosphere of a tanking economy all combined to make me wonder if I’d made the right move settling in the city after Katie and I graduated from college. Maybe this small town girl needed to get back to Oregon and the simple life?
It wasn’t as if I had anything to keep me here. How does the line from the old song go? “My love life’s DOA” - in fact, if I’m honest, my love life was never really alive. There’d been guys, sure enough, but no-one that really sparked my enthusiasm. There was always something missing, something not quite right. If I’m perfectly honest, I knew exactly what the problem was, deep down, but at the time I wasn’t ready to face that side of myself.
So when I stepped into our simple two bedroom house that night, it would be fair to say that my mood was at an all time low. I just wanted to sink my head into a bucket of ice cream, turn on some trashy TV and forget about things for a while.
I noticed something amiss as soon as I stepped in the door. For a start, the normally dark and cold hallway was lit by the light of several candles. Their flickering flames made the shadows of the stair rail dance against the peeling wallpaper of the staircase. I glanced around, wondering what was happening. Was Katie entertaining tonight? My roommate and best friend sometimes had guys around on an evening. Perhaps this was an elaborate seduction that I’d inadvertently walked in on?
Then something caught my eye. On the old dresser by the door, the place where we normally kept our keys and other sundry items, was a note. A folded piece of powder pink cardboard, with my name penned on the front. The writing was careful and precise, flowery and elegant.
I picked up the note with trembling hands and carefully unfolded it to look inside. More writing, in the same elegant penmanship. Four simple words:
Look down and follow.
I blinked twice, momentarily confused, then glanced down at the floor as the note had instructed. I gasped as my eyes became accustomed to the dim light of the hallway and I saw them. A trail of scarlet rose petals, leading from the door, across the hallway and snaking its way up the staircase. How didn’t I notice them straight away?
Confused and a little intrigued, I hurriedly slipped out of my overcoat and hung it on one of the hooks, and dropped my purse onto the dresser beside the note. Then I squatted down and picked up one of the petals. It was fresh and delicate, a perfect velvet texture with a subtle scent of rose blossom. Roses were my favorite flower, and red ones were my favorite kind of rose. What on earth was happening here?
I remembered the note and its instruction to follow. Without even pausing to take off my shoes, I began to gingerly follow the trail of petals.
It led me up the stairs to the second floor landing where I found another note, resting on the windowsill of the large picture window that overlooked our back yard. Exactly the same as before, a folded rectangle of powder pink cardboard with my name written on the front in the same flowery pen.
With an excitement I couldn’t explain, I plucked the note from the windowsill and opened it.
I know what you want, what you’ve always wanted.
I studied the note, eagerly scanning it for more clues or hints as to what this whole elaborate game was about. But there was nothing beyond the cryptic sentence and the faint smell of rose petals. I wondered if this was the work of one of the guys from the office, or maybe Dan from the bar. He’d always had a crush on me, was quite open about it. He was a sweet boy, and I liked him a great deal, but I just didn’t feel that way about him.
I felt myself becoming nervous. What
if it was Dan? What if he was waiting for me at the end of the trail? This elaborate game was cute, and a welcome respite from the stress of the day, but I didn’t want it to end with an awkward rejection.
I considered turning around and leaving, heading out somewhere and forgetting about the whole thing. But something held me in place and forced me onwards. A burning curiosity and the vaguest hint of a suspicion that I didn’t dare confront.
Continuing up the stairs, I followed the trail of petals onto the narrow landing that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. The trail meandered across the carpet and disappeared under the door of my room. Pinned to the door was another note.
With hammering heart, I stepped across the landing to stand beside the door. Then, with a deep breath, I reached up and plucked the note down. Nervously, I turned it over in my hands, looking for a clue on the external surface, not daring to open it up and reveal what was really happening here.
But there was nothing to indicate who might be behind this game and for what purpose, except for my name in that same flowery script. So, with trembling fingers, I slowly unfolded the note and read the contents.
On your birthday, I am giving you what you have always wanted but never knew you did. This gift is for you alone, to do with as you please. I hope you like it.
My heart was beating fast now, I felt light headed and distant, afraid to go on but unable to suppress the curiosity that had brought me this far. My body seemed to be on autopilot, pushing me along the trail of roses, eager to find out what my mind dared not confront. I genuinely had no idea what I would find on the other side of my bedroom door, but I desperately needed to find out.
I reached out and gripped the door handle, turning it slowly to the side and then pushed the door open.
My bedroom was lit in a similar way to the hallway and staircase. Numerous candles placed here and there gave the room a glow that was warm and inviting. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering back and forth at the behest of the candlelight. There was a strong scent of roses and perfume, exotic and alluring, yet not overwhelming. My eyes scanned the room, hurriedly taking in as many details as possible.
And then I saw her.
Kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room, my best friend and roommate, Katie. I gasped, momentarily startled by her presence and mildly shocked by her appearance.
She was kneeling with her thighs together. Her arms were folded behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her chest forwards provocatively. The effect was amplified further by the fact that she was completely topless. In fact, she wasn’t wearing much of anything at all. A pair of sheer black thigh high stockings and stiletto heels, oh, and a blindfold.
Katie’s head was bowed down and her eyes were covered with a black satin sleeping mask. She appeared to be almost in a trance, and made no perceptible movements when I entered the room.
My first reaction was one of surprise. What was she doing? Was this some kind of elaborate joke? Was the gift even meant for me? Was Katie attempting to seduce a boyfriend? Yes, that must be it, I thought to myself, my mind racing at a thousand miles a second, forgetting that the notes were specifically addressed to me.
“K-Katie, what’s happening?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I found myself wanting to look away, to avert my eyes from my friend’s body and protect her modesty. But I couldn’t bring myself to turn my head. Something about the way that she was kneeling there, the way her head was bowed submissively, the way her breasts hung in the dim light, full and soft. The way her nipples were taut and erect, hard nubs of dark skin that signalled her arousal and longed to be touched. And between her legs, a neat patch of blonde hair, trimmed into a perfect rectangle.
For reasons I could not express, but could not deny, my eyes scanned across her body and filled me with a hunger that I had never dared embrace.
Katie shifted slightly, but didn’t raise her head. “Happy birthday Chloe, I hope you like your present,” she purred, the faintest hint of a smile lighting up her pretty face.
“I-I don’t understand Katie. What is my present?”
“Me,” she responded instantly. “Chloe, I know you better than you know yourself. I’ve seen you look at me, at other women. I’ve seen how you are with men, how there’s always something missing. So I am giving myself to you. For tonight only, I am yours to do with as you wish. It is something I have wanted as well, but never dared ask. Happy birthday.”
Her voice was low and seductive, and she sounded entirely serious. My mind raced, turning over her words and the thrilling implication of what she was offering. I stood in the doorway, utterly paralysed by indecision. On the one hand, I wanted to flee, to tell Katie to get dressed and stop acting so weirdly then turn and leave. But there was another voice inside me, the voice that expressed the desires that Katie spoke of. A hidden voice that was previously quiet and easily ignored, but which roared its opinion and drowned out everything else.
I wanted Katie, more than I have ever wanted anything else. I wanted to taste her, to touch her soft skin and feel her body against mine. I wanted to dive between her slender legs and bury myself in her sex, devouring the delicious feast that I found there. I wanted her to kneel before me, offering herself to me, desperate to be allowed access to my pussy, begging for the sweet release of orgasm.
The feelings swept over me, at once unfamiliar and comfortable. It was like a dam bursting, the deluge of emotions and desires surged forward, brushing all aside with its furious force.
I licked my lips and stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.
Chapter 2
Stepping across the room, I positioned myself behind my kneeling friend. I sensed her breathing, quick and deep, she sounded nervous and apprehensive. I found myself relishing this, feeling a surge of power and control that I had never experienced before.
How had Katie known that this is what I wanted when I hadn’t even known it myself? How did she anticipate my wants and desires so accurately?
I lowered myself down to my haunches, squatting behind her naked back. I studied the line of her shoulders, then gently traced my fingertip down the soft flesh of her upper arm. She trembled beneath me, shivering at my touch, but didn’t flinch away.
She’d arranged her long blonde hair in a neat braid which fell down her back and lay across her folded arms. I reached forward and took hold of this honey rope and lightly stroked it, enjoying the softness of her hair. Then I wrapped the braid around my hand and tugged it towards me, pulling her head back so that she was facing upwards.
I studied her face, the moist red of her painted lips, the subtle glow of her cheeks. Though her eyes were covered by the satin mask, I thought I saw a nervous fear on her pretty face. I stroked the backs of my fingers across her cheek and she leaned into my touch, smiling slightly but never truly losing that timid look of mild terror. How long had she felt this way? How long had she been planning this seduction, this offering? I didn’t know, and my mind barely registered the question as it raged with lust and desire.
With an otherworldly confidence, I leaned forward until my face was close to Katie’s. I sensed her tense beneath my grip and felt her warm breath on my face. She parted her lips slightly, the glistening wetness of her mouth goading me onwards, demanding to be tasted.
All pretence of resistance had fled from me now, replaced instead by a furious longing. I knew what I wanted, knew the implications of that wanting, and I found not a single reason why I should not reach out and take what was so kindly offered to me. Without conscious thought, I flicked my tongue across her lips, teasing her with the briefest of touches. Her mouth was soft and moist, the subtle taste of her lipstick sticky and warm. She sighed and leaned back further, trusting her body to me and surrendering to my advances.
I reached my free hand up to her throat and grabbed her face under her chin, holding her in place. Then I dipped my head further and brushed my lips against hers. A spark of electricity passed between us, igniting the smoulderi
ng passion within me and eclipsing all other thoughts. I felt Katie experience a similar feeling as her body tensed in my grip and she exhaled deeply. Unable to resist, I leaned down once more and this time locked my mouth on hers. I plunged my tongue forwards, probing her lips and demanding entrance. She capitulated readily, opening her mouth and thrusting her own tongue out to meet mine.
I closed my eyes and released myself into the kiss, savoring the first taste of my best friend and the experience of kissing another woman. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined, nothing I’d ever experienced. In all the times I’d kissed a man, I’d always emerged wondering what all the fuss was about. But with Katie, it was different. Her mouth was soft and yielding, her tongue insistent but restrained. As our lips slid together, I relished the feel of her skin against mine, the moistness of her mouth and the feel of her heartbeat in her neck - quick and steady, marking the drumbeat of her passion.
She squirmed beneath me, trying to find a better angle and I moved to her front, kneeling before her in a mirror the pose that she still held. Yet I never released my grip on her face and she never struggled out of it. Instead, I leaned forwards and continued the kiss, reaching down with my free hand to cup her full breast in my palm and squeeze it gently. She sighed as my finger brushed her rigid nipple and I returned to that hard nub and tweaked it roughly. This time, she gasped and squirmed in my grip. I kissed her harder, forcing my way into her mouth, pushing her tongue back with mine.
Then I pulled back and sat up straight, releasing the grip on my friend. She sighed at the sudden absence, unable to see where I’d gone through the satin mask. Like me, Katie was panting, short of breath and hungry with desire.