“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Quickly, she picked the glass back up and set it down on the tray. Grabbing a handful of serviettes, she started mopping up the spilt champagne, her hand pressed firmly against his crotch. His cock stirred beneath her hand, helped along by the thoughts that had been racing through his head only moments earlier.
“That’s okay,” he said, trying to snatch the tissues from her, but she wouldn’t let him take them.
“No, please,” she said. “Let me.”
The dabbing motion changed. He felt a firm, but definite massage, her fingers gripping the length of his rapidly hardening dick. Daniel gasped in surprise.
She twisted her body toward him, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and glanced down. Gently, she bit her full bottom lip.
“You know, you should really get these pants dry,” she said, a wicked glint in her eye. “We have a hand dryer in the lavatory. I’m sure I could help you.”
He wasn’t imagining this. The air hostess was offering to accompany him to the bathroom and take off his pants; there was no way she hadn’t noticed the huge erection beneath her hand.
Her fingers tightened around his cock and gave it a slow, leisurely squeeze. He was going to struggle to get to the bathroom like this.
She read his mind. “Just hold the tissues over the wet patch,” she said, and then gave him a cheeky smile and a wink
He didn’t need to be asked again.
Daniel stood and followed her down the aisle. Her round ass wiggled beneath the tight fitting skirt, hinting at pleasures ahead. She opened the door for him and allowed him into the small cubicle, before squeezing in behind him and sliding the door shut. With a click, she drove the lock home.
Her hand was at his waist, tugging at the button of his pants.
“Here,” she said. “Let me help you with that.”
She wasn’t fucking around. As she yanked his pants down, his erection sprang free, bobbing toward her.
“Well hello,” she said, addressing his cock. “I hope you’re enjoying your flight.”
Then she was on her knees, her red-lipstick mouth sliding over the swollen head. Her mouth was hot and moist, her tongue slipping over its head, rubbing the flat base.
“Oh fuck,” he said, one hand placed on the wall, the other next to the tiny sink.
She moaned as she pulled him deep in her throat, the vibrations sending little shock waves of pleasure down through his balls. Her head moved back and forth, and he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deeper, feeling the smooth lining of the back of her throat. Her fingers found his perineum and started rubbing in time with her bobbing head. The pleasure was exquisite and he laced his fingers in her blonde hair, gripping tight.
“That’s so good,” he said, his breath leaving his body in heavy gasps.
Her fingers left his perineum and cupped his balls. She gave them a gentle pull, forcing him to slow down.
She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, as she slowly allowed his dick to slide from between her lips. He could see the red ring her lipstick had left. Still peering up at him, she let her tongue sneak from her mouth and gave the tip of his cock another couple of firm licks, before working her way down and taking one of his balls in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slowly pumped as she sucked.
Daniel groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the intense feelings flooding up from his balls. She released one and moved onto the next, pulling it into her hot, wet mouth.
As she removed her mouth from his balls, Daniel opened his eyes. The hostess traveled back up his body, pulling at his shirt, popping the buttons.
“I hope this body’s as good as I think,” she smiled.
Daniel was thankful he’d kept himself fit with regular visits to the gym. He was confident she wouldn’t be disappointed. Her warm hands ran over his muscles, tracing the lines of his pectorals and abs.
“Yep,” she said. “Definitely as good.”
“And what about you? You look as good naked as you do clothed?”
“Oh, honey. I look better.”
His hands reached for the buttons of her shirt, pulling it open. Her full breasts were enclosed in a simple white lace bra, her nipples hard and dark beneath. Quickly, he reached behind her back and unsnapped the clasp. In the tight confines of the bathroom, he wrestled with her shirt, shedding her bra and shirt in one go.
Daniel bent his head to her breast, taking one dark nipple in his mouth and sucking until she moaned. Her own hand took hold of her other breast, squeezing, her fingers twisting the nipple.
To hell with trying to take her tight fitting skirt off.
Instead, he grabbed the hem and tugged the skirt up around her waist. The material bunched up, revealing matching white lacy panties. A tiny landing strip of puff blonde hair nestled beneath.
Daniel tugged the panties to one side and reached between her thighs, seeking her wet opening. She was already creamy with desire and he had no problem pushing a finger inside her. She gasped in response, her tight muscles clamping down on him. He hooked his finger forward, feeling for the spot he knew would send her to the next level. His finger found it, rubbing the little nub on the inside of her smooth wall.
She moaned and her hand tightened around his cock, pumping back and forth as he slicked his thick digit in and out. His excitement built and he wanted to be inside her, to have the tight muscles hold his dick in the same way they gripped his finger.
Daniel pulled from her pussy and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up on the narrow vanity unit. Her naked ass hit the cold of the metal sink. He pulled her panties down over her thighs and tossed them to the floor. Holding his cock at the base, he guided himself to her opening.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock nudged at her tight hole and with one fluid movement, he thrust hard inside. He held himself deep, loving how soft she felt against his hardness, and then pulled out before sliding back in.
Her fingers laced in his hair and she kissed him. Their mouths pressed hard against each other, tongues seeking and devouring. Daniel broke the kiss and worked his way down, across her jaw line and over the soft skin of her throat.
Her hands grabbed his ass, the muscles bunching tight as he pounded into her. Her nails sank into his skin, and he knew he would still be able to see the red ellipses the following day.
She gasped little sounds of ‘uh’ into his neck, each one coming as he slammed into her. Her round breasts bounced with their frantic coupling and he slowed his movements for a moment to hunch over and take one of her nipples in his mouth. His cock was now shallow in her channel and he reached down to rub the sensitive ball of nerves of her clit. She released the tight grip on his ass, and leant back against the mirror, allowing him to pleasure her with gentle strokes of his thumb and cock, while he suckled on her tit.
Daniel had held back as long as he could. He lifted his mouth from her breast and buried his face in the nape of her neck, his movement building once again. He kept up the firm pressure on her clit and she clutched his shoulders, meeting his rhythm with a rocking motion of her hips.
They were both close now. He held back just a moment longer, feeling the pulsing of her inner sheath around his cock, knowing she was about to come. She cried out as she did, holding herself hard against him. He allowed himself to let loose, his thrusting harder and faster. His orgasm powered over him and he jerked inside of her, hot streams of cum filling her. He thrust once, twice more, letting those last few shocks of orgasm shudder through him, before sinking against her.
“Wow,” she said, pulling herself upright. “That was certainly worth wasting a glass of champagne for.”
“Is that the usual service for business class?”
“Well these flights are long. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to make sure she stays entertained.”
“It is long, isn’t it?” he mused. “Certainly long enough for a re
peat performance.”
She laughed, “Sure.”
“Just one thing... do you think next time I could get to drink the champagne?”
“From a glass? Or would you like to see if I can come up with a more inventive way of drinking it?”
The image of tipping cold, fizzy bubbles down one of her luscious breasts came to mind and his cock leapt at the idea.
“I don’t even know your name,” he admitted, embarrassed.
She picked up her shirt and lifted it up to reveal the small pin of her name badge.
“Katrina,” he read. “It’s nice to meet you, Katrina. I’ll do everything I can to ensure you have a pleasant flight...”
Best Friends
Ben walked into the bar. The place hummed with voices, music pulsing over the steady chatter, forcing people to shout to be heard. He shrugged his suit jacket from his shoulders and headed toward the bar
He craned his neck, hoping to catch sight of Melissa’s long dark hair.
She was easy enough to spot. Melissa was the one who already had a small congregation of men lurking around her, hoping to be offered the luxury of buying her a drink and having her notice them. At the very worst, they might get an eyeful of her magnificent tits.
Melissa was small, but perfectly formed. With her huge 30F chest, round, almost gravity defying ass and tiny waist, she was like a fifties pin-up girl in the flesh.
It wasn’t just her body that caught people’s attention. She had the sort of big dark eyes someone could drown in, a small nose and full lips. Ben often wondered what she saw in him. He was good-looking, with his sandy hair and blue eyes, but nowhere in Melissa’s league.
Ben had been looking forward to an evening with Melissa. She enjoyed a drink and a dance, showing off that hot body on the dance floor. Ben couldn’t dance, but he was perfectly happy acting as her pole and letting her grind up against him for an hour or two. It made for great foreplay and Melissa always liked to continue things back at his apartment. With a couple of drinks in her, she liked to get dirtier than normal.
As Ben approached her, his face broke into a smile. She’d been fighting off the usual hoard of admirers, but Ben didn’t mind. It made him proud to know she was with him.
Melissa looked up and saw him.
“Ben!” she said, but her smile wasn’t as wide as usual. She climbed off her stool and stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering just long enough to let him taste her tongue and the sweet white wine she’d been drinking.
There was a good foot of difference in their heights. Ben scooped her up against him, feeling her firm, curvy body pressed against his. His cock twitched in his pants and he let go before he had to cope with a full blown erection in the middle of a crowded bar.
“So you ready for a good night?” he said, forcing himself away from her.
She bit her lip. “Well, actually there’s...”
“Hey, Ben.”
The voice came from behind him and he turned to see Brianna, Melissa’s best friend, standing behind him. She was opposite in appearance to Melissa; tall and lean, with blonde curls. Normally Brianna was perfectly presented, but tonight her eyes were red, her smooth skin blotchy.
“Oh, hi Bri. I didn’t know you were coming. You meeting someone?”
Melissa slid in beside her friend. “Actually Ben, do you mind if Brianna joins us this evening? Todd stood her up, and she thinks he might be seeing someone else.”
Melissa raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for his answer.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, addressing Melissa’s friend. “What makes you think he’s cheating?”
“I found a used johnny in his bedroom,” said Brianna. “I know it wasn’t one of ours.”
“Oh, right. That’s too bad”
“So it’s okay if she hangs out tonight?” said Melissa.
Ben’s heart sank. There would be no chance of him getting any with the friend hanging around. Melissa would be more interested in girl-chat over a bottle of wine until the early hours.
He was right. After a couple of drinks at the bar, Brianna started to get maudlin and Melissa suggested they all go back to Ben’s place.
“Sure,” he said, thinking there might be a chance he could bundle Brianna in a taxi and still get an hour of dirty sex in with Melissa.
Back at his apartment, the two women sat on the couch, a bottle of Pinot Grigio between them. Ben lounged back in his easy chair, a scotch and ice cradled in one hand, listening to the girls talk.
“I’m hideous,” said Brianna, flipping back her long blonde curls, pouting her perfect mouth. “No wonder Todd didn’t want to fuck me.”
“Don’t be crazy,” said Melissa. “You’re gorgeous.” She turned to Ben. “Tell her Ben. Isn’t she sexy as hell?”
Ben’s eyes skimmed down Brianna’s body, her small but well-shaped tits, the nipples already poking through the thin material of her shirt. He gulped, certain he was going to say the wrong thing and this would turn out to be a trap.
“You’re hot,” he mumbled.
“Well Todd obviously didn’t think so,” she sighed. “It’s my tits, isn’t it? They’re too small. I wish I had huge tits like you, Mel. I bet no guy’s ever turned you down. You just ooze sex.”
Melissa laughed and her hands cupped her own breasts, pushing them out towards her friend.
“Don’t be silly. They’re not that big. Here, feel.”
Brianna reached out a hand and took Melissa’s huge globe in her palm. She squeezed it gently.
“You’re wrong,” Brianna said. “Your tits are fucking sexy as hell.”
“Yours are pretty sexy too,” she said, reaching out, her fingers spanning Brianna’s smaller breast. “All cute and perky.”
Her thumb rubbed across Brianna’s nipple and it shrunk and hardened beneath her friend’s touch.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed, charged with the heavy mood of sex. The two girls caught each other’s eye and they stared at each other, their full lips parting, their breathing jagged.
“Tell her, Ben,” Melissa said, her voice husky. “Tell her how sexy she is.”
Blood had already flooded to his cock, engorging it so his erection strained hard against his jeans. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“She’s sexy,” he said, his own voice barely a whisper.
“Come on,” said Melissa, turning to look at him, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Come and have a feel.”
“What?”
“Come and feel,” she said again.
Awkwardly, he crossed the room and slid onto the couch between them. He reached out and gave Brianna’s breast a quick squeeze, her flesh soft beneath his hand.
“No, no,” Melissa said. “Not like that. Show her that you mean it.”
She took his hand and placed his palm back on Brianna’s tit. With her hand still over the back of Ben’s, she tightened her grip, forcing him to squeeze with her. Brianna’s nipple was rock hard, her breathing quickened.
Brianna picked up Ben’s other hand and put it on Melissa’s chest. “Feel hers, though,” she said. “It’s better, isn’t it? So big and round, and bouncy.”
Ben sat frozen, one hand on either girl’s chest. He was certain this was all about to go horribly wrong and Melissa was about to turn around and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, touching her friend.
Instead, Melissa leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and familiar, tongue gently lapping at his. His attention refocused on his girlfriend. He dropped his hand from Brianna’s chest and concentrated on kissing Melissa, her heavy, familiar breast beneath his palm. A hand found his crotch and the thick erection still straining beneath his jeans. Expert fingers massaged its length, but it was not Melissa’s hand.
The blonde pressed up against him and started to kiss the back of his neck with tiny nibbles of her lips. As he kissed Melissa, Brianna’s hand continued to rub his dick. His hand slipped beneath Melissa’s top, pushing her b
ra strap from her shoulder and freeing her soft, round breast.
Melissa broke away and glanced down to see Brianna’s hand rubbing his cock.
“If only we had a couple of big, hard dicks to compare,” she said, with a smile, eyebrows raised. “Never mind. I guess we’ll have to make do with one. I always thought your cock was as big as two regular ones anyway.”
Ben couldn’t believe his luck; surely this was every guy’s fantasy? But despite her words, uncertainty fired through him. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning facing accusations of him taking advantage.
“Mel?” he whispered in her ear. “Are you sure about this?”
She kissed him, long and slow, her tongue finding his with gentle flicks.
“She’s my best friend,” she whispered back. “We share everything.”
Melissa danced to her feet, catching Brianna’s hand and pulling her up. They stood in the center of the room, facing each other.
“We’ll do whatever you tell us to,” Melissa giggled, but her eyes never left her friend.
“Okay,” he said, his mind racing. “Kiss each other.”
Melissa stood on tiptoes, and Brianna ducked her head. The two girl’s lips met with soft, exploratory kisses. Their tongues snuck outside of their mouths, allowing Ben to see the tips touching, moist and pink.
“Now take off your tops,” he instructed, shifting uncomfortably as his balls throbbed, his cock desperate for attention. He didn’t dare do anything more than speak, for fear of breaking whatever spell had cast this good fortune upon him.
The girls tugged off each other’s skimpy tops, pulling the material over their heads, their loose hair flowing down their backs. Melissa’s usual black lacy bra cupped her full breasts, Brianna favoring a light pink number.
“Now your pants,” he managed to say, his voice gruff with want. Both girls wore jeans and their hands were at each other’s buttons, tugging down zips, pulling them down over their hips and stepping out.
Now they wore only lingerie; both girls as sexy as the other, one set of perky tits only an inch from the big, round ones.
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