My best friend at the time wanted to surprise me one afternoon by taking me to lunch. Imagine Carrie’s surprise when I ended up not being available. She called my cell, which I was absolutely unable to answer at the time. Out on a yacht…disappearing bikini…fucking in the ocean. Ahh, beautiful Nadia…it simply had to be done.
I got her voicemail hours later and it wasn’t pretty. I was going to have to do some damage control. I called back but she wasn’t picking up by then either. The message I left was, “Carrie, it’s Sarah. I thought you might want to hang out tonight. Give me a call…sorry I missed you. Later.”
True to form, Carrie waited an hour to call back and she was furious. She liked to call our arguments, which always seemed to be my fault, not letting me off the hook. “You know, Sarah, one of the reasons we broke up was because you were lying about being a real lesbian…how are we going to remain friends if you lie all the time? I mean, is it so hard to answer your phone? For a friend? I mean, would it…”
“Okay, first of all…” I cut in. “Don’t go using selective memory on me. I broke up with you because you wanted to get married, have kids, maybe a dog, and a little house in the damn country. I wasn’t ready for that, Carrie…hello! I was sixteen when we dated! You were only a year older! Second, you are not a real lesbian either…whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. I know you like the occasional dick so give me a fucking break.”
I lowered my voice a bit. I hated when people provoked the bitch in me. “Third, I don’t lie. I was working earlier today but finished early. Why don’t you come over?”
I’d dated Carrie and crashed with her family for a while when I moved out of my mother’s house. I’d known her since we were in junior high but never knew she was into women since she blew every guy she dated. I found out one night when we were partaking of a rare joint in her parents’ camper and I ended up turning her ass out on a whim.
For a while, we pretended it hadn’t happened and I chalked it up to “buyer’s remorse”. A few days after I moved out, she showed up at my new apartment and practically attacked me. She used to say back then I should have made the first move after our initial experience together. Carrie was hung up on games like that. She still wanted me but was way too needy for my tastes.
Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having a steady and she was pretty as well as intelligent. Pixie cut blond hair, green eyes, and the body of a ballet dancer. But she wanted things I wasn’t prepared to give her at this stage in my life. The fact she was a little too into drama was also a drawback.
She was livid when I went from her to the wide receiver on the Junior Varsity team, but what could I do? When I want what I want, I go get it without regrets. After our breakup, we didn’t talk for a few months and then she showed up at my place and wanted sex.
“No strings, Sarah, really.” Once again, I whipped her into shape and sent her home happy.
I knew the game. Her tantrum this time was really about her wanting to get fucked and me not being accessible. She was spoiled rotten by her family and never understood when the rest of the world didn’t spoil her too.
When she got to my place that night, I kissed her hungrily and threw her down on my kitchen table. After I practically assaulted her I was promptly forgiven.
I always win at this game.
After a few hours of hungry, sort of angry, sex, she leaned up one elbow in my bed and asked me what I’d really been up to. In an unguarded moment, I told her the truth. She tried to be jealous and judgmental, but her first reaction quickly gave way to curiosity.
I let her stay over, which wasn’t something I normally encouraged. The next night, I had an appointment with Tricia, who had to cancel due to bronchitis. Carrie and I found we had a Friday night with nothing to do. She dragged me to a strip club not far from my apartment known for their amateur night. She entered us both, to my surprise.
I won first place dancing to Darling Nikki by Prince. I came out in a three piece suit and stripped down to nothing but a thong. She won second dancing to Summer of 69, stripping from a beach bunny outfit to absolutely nothing.
The manager approached both of us to work once we finished our routines and accepted our prizes. We turned him down but I told him I might consider doing a show once in a while. He smiled, gave me his card, and said, “Anytime.”
Carrie asked me why I didn’t accept the job. I told her I enjoyed the easy three thousand dollars and it would be very easy to get sucked into that life. She didn’t see the difference between that and what I did already. I tried to explain how my current job was one-on-one. Different from grinding my pussy at a roomful of guys three times a day.
When we got back to my place that night, I tied her in a standing position to the end of my four-poster. I ate her with my head between her legs while lying on my back on the bed. Then I lubed up my strap-on. I untied her so she could assume the position and fucked her hard doggie-style to her screams of pleasure.
With Carrie, I was always the top because she wasn’t strong enough to be. By the next morning, she was sore, exhausted, and satisfied.
I was bored. I tucked her into her car and sent her on her way.
Chapter Nineteen – The Pilot
August 2000
The charter service Vivienne used for our out-of-the-way appointments was usually flown by Kristine Hyde. She was a lovely little brunette with brilliant white teeth and a tight ass. She was the model of professionalism and good upbringing. Her co-pilot was a stunning man named Roan who, though gay, flirted with me mercilessly.
I was en route to the airport Monday morning after an appointment with first the Dorns in NYC on Friday and Saturday, then Nadia in Chicago on Sunday. I was a little tired, but keyed up nonetheless.
When Viv called me on my cell to say Kris had requested an appointment with me, I was blown away. She’d never seemed the slightest bit interested in me that way so of course, I was curious.
I told Viv it wasn’t a problem, I had the situation in hand. As I climbed the steps to the luxury jet, I winked at Kris and Roan. I settled in and sank happily into the leather seats as Dina, the flight attendant, brought me a frosted bottle of water…my preference…the support staff was so good to me. “You know the drill, Sarah, three hours standard. Less if Roan has his way.”
I nodded and made a few notes in my planner. The Dorns wanted to see me again in two weeks.
Roan stopped to chat before going to the cockpit. He was very pretty, sporting a trimmer figure than most women I knew, and applied eyeliner better than I did. “My little princess look tired. Do too good a job, hmm?” He was born and raised in Jamaica and I loved his accent. I laughed and we made small-talk for a few minutes.
He told me all about his new boyfriend, Marcus, who liked to fuck him hard in the ass while he sang dirty grind music. The entire time. “Imagine, gal. You gettin’ it hard and deep, somebody busts out with Snoop Dogg and you no know what to do. I love that dick but his voice nowhere near as pretty.” I was hysterical.
When he headed for the front of the plane, I fastened my seat belt and sipped my water. We’d been in the air for ten minutes when the ‘fasten your seatbelt’ sign clicked off, giving me the all-clear to move around the cabin.
I got up and walked to the pilot’s domain, knocking on the door before I opened it. Roan had a knowing look on his face when I requested a moment of Kris’ time. She looked at him with a question, to which he answered, “We cruisin’ right along. I got this.”
She appeared a bit flustered, but followed me to the main cabin. I turned to her as she closed the cockpit door. I said just loud enough for her to hear, “I heard a rumor that someone would like to see what time with me is like…is that true?” She blushed up from her barely visible cleavage to her hairline in seconds and couldn’t seem to form actual words with her lips.
I decided to help her out. I leaned in close and whispered, “That makes me very happy, Kris. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. Here
I was trying to be all professional and I could have enjoyed you long before now…but I bet it’s going to be well worth my wait.”
She was breathing too hard and I felt it my duty to handle her nervousness. I backed her into a tiny alcove off the main corridor, I believe it was used for beverage service, and pulled the sliding door closed. There was a lovely little bar built into the wall. I enjoyed her near-fright for a moment in the close proximity.
I reached out and cupped the back of her skull, tugging her gently in my direction. A slight hesitation and then she came to me. Her lips were very pink and naturally plump. Her skin was flawless. Our first kiss was sweetness and light, something I rarely used with my clients. I have to say I didn’t really think of Kris as a client, and would tell Viv that when I landed. I’d considered asking her out for a while.
She was just my type when it came to the female persuasion. Lovely but more like the athletic girl-next-door, intelligent, passionate about flying, well-mannered, and all this time, harboring a naughty little secret.
When I’d thoroughly kissed her, I pulled back a bit to look into her dark brown eyes, “Why didn’t you talk to me? You didn’t have to go through Viv. Why would you think you should?” I kissed her jaw, upwards to her ear where I whispered hoarsely, “Didn’t you realize I’d love the chance to touch you?”
She drew in her breath sharply. “What do you mean? You’re so glamorous and experienced. Me, I’m just a pilot that takes you from one fabulous location to the next.”
I rested my forehead on her shoulder for a moment before daring to look at her again. “Is that how it seems? I’m a girl from Texas, Kris, raised on a ranch. Doing hard work while most girls my age went to ballet class. My story isn’t all that glamorous. I won’t say my job isn’t exciting, but you, you are something else altogether.”
I returned to kissing her and smiled to myself when her hands came up to caress my shoulders. I wore a thin green sweater and jeans. Simple boots, no makeup, my hair in a ponytail. I certainly didn’t feel glamorous but I did feel hot.
I picked her up and sat her carefully on the bar, making her uniform skirt tug tight across well-defined thighs. I took a step back, as much as I could, and pulled my sweater over my head. I leaned in to kiss her again, those little bow-shaped lips called to me.
I went to the buttons of my jeans, taking my time as my tongue explored her mouth. They were open and exposing the tiny patch of white lace on my panties when she began rubbing the back of her hand along my abdomen, back and forth, back and forth, just inside the waistband. I knew I was in for a nice trip.
I toed off my boots and slid the snug jeans down my legs. I stood in front of her in nothing but a bra and panties when I went to work stripping her pretty little uniform off. First the cute jacket, which obviously hid a multitude of womanly assets. The crisp white shirt underneath fit smoothly against beautiful breasts with very hard nipples.
I took my time, unbuttoning her the same way I unwrapped presents, I was one of those people who never wanted to spoil the wrapping…or hurry the anticipation. One button at a time and a kiss, a caress, a whispered compliment.
By the time I had her shirt off she was panting softly. I took her in, little blue skirt, not-so-sensible high heels; open shirt with what I’d guess was a 36D white bra underneath it. Ah, convenient front clasp. I pulled her to the edge of the counter and stepped between her legs. When I kissed her this time, I let a little more of the hunger show through, nipping her lips with my teeth.
I unclasped the bra and gloried in the evidence of what I’d suspected. Full breasts with big, dark pink nipples were bare for my viewing and sucking pleasure, and I wasn’t going to waste any time.
When I lowered my mouth to first one nipple, then the other, her hand came up to hold me to her. Her head rested against the wall and she thrust her beautiful tits out for me to take what I wanted. I took it. My hands were full with them and I licked and sucked them for a long time.
I feasted on her, going from one puckered nipple to the other, not wanting one to feel neglected. Milking them with my hands and pushing them together for more access. Her head was thrashing back and forth when the moans started.
I’d known women who could get off just from playing with their breasts, but I’d never had the pleasure of meeting, much less fucking, one. I was very happy.
The first time Kris came, I almost creamed myself. She had this way of moaning that sent your blood pressure off the charts and just make you immediately want to join her. I was doing my best to hold back.
I was a professional for fuck’s sake!
After the first moans subsided, she hugged me. It took me by surprise. When she said, “How did you know? That I liked that so much? How?” I was even more surprised.
“I didn’t, Kris but I happen to adore breasts and yours are exquisite.” I paused, pushing her silky dark hair from her face. “I want to taste you. I need to taste you.” Done talking, I pushed her skirt up to her waist and knelt on the carpet between her legs, pushing them gently apart. She made me even happier when she spread them and placed her heeled feet against the edge of the bar with her knees spread wide.
“Kris, you really are something else.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy and the scent of her come flipped a switch. Her panties were wet and I didn’t bother taking them off, I ripped the tiny bands apart and threw them on the floor. I smoothed the damp curls with my fingertips and watched her face above me.
“You’re beautiful.” It was the last thing I said because I was so caught up in the taste of her, the smell of her, the texture of her, I couldn’t think of anything that needed saying.
She bucked and moaned and clutched at me between her thighs as I ate her. I licked her hard and soft, I nibbled her, I finger-fucked her, I sucked her clit like it was my last sexual experience and I was damn well going to make it a good one.
When she was about to come, her entire pelvis quivered. I could actually see her pussy tighten up and it spurred me to new heights of eating out. I couldn’t lick her fast enough to suit me. I couldn’t fuck her with my fingers hard enough to make me happy. I wanted all of her and right away. I made her come so hard I thought she passed out. But that didn’t stop me from licking every drop of come from her pussy.
Then I was happy.
She cried. When I realized that’s what she was doing, I was lost. I had no idea what to do. I stood and wiped her tears away. “Kris? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She smiled at me and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me deeply; the kind of kiss you can get lost in. The kind of kiss I didn’t get often in my line of work. She licked my lips, tasting her own essence. She smoothed my damp hair back from my face. When she said, “Oh my God, Sarah. What the hell was that?” I wasn’t sure how to reply.
Turned out, it was a rhetorical question. She pushed me back and slid her skirt off. Reaching behind me, she undid the clasp on my bra with one hand while the other slid down my stomach and into my panties. She was almost the same height without her heels and kicked them off so we were eye-to-eye. Her fingers were soft but strong. Her fingertips worked against my clit as she finished removing my bra and dropped her face to my nipples until I didn’t know how long I could remain standing.
When I wobbled, she met my gaze, “I’ve never, never been made to feel like that. What you did, how you made me feel, it was magic. I’m not as good as you – I don’t have a lot of experience – but I’d like to try and give you some of what you gave me.”
She dropped to her knees and I lifted my knee to the bar top. Her mouth was on me and the innocence of her endeavors did something to me. She explored me, learned me, as no one had in a long time.
As a natural giver, I knew for a fact the other party always walked away completely satisfied. Usually, I did too, but to a slightly lesser degree. I wasn’t the client after all. What I shared with Kris that day was different. I refused to think of her as a client and I think she refused to think of me as a call girl.
We were just two people, maybe really lonely people, sharing time and pleasure with one another.
That made it unique, as her innocence made it unique.
Her tongue was delicate with me, and it fluttered across my clit like a butterfly. She used her fingers to separate the lips of my pussy and ran that butterfly tongue all over me. When I came, Kris continued licking me, unknowingly pushing me to a second orgasm on top of the first.
Her face was slick with my come when she stood and I licked it from her, kissing her like it was the only thing I ever wanted to do again. At that moment, it was.
She hugged me tight and we fondled one another, standing in that tiny space, until both of us came again. When we were done, I dressed her. Putting her clothes on as slowly as I’d taken them off. I tucked her panties in the pocket of my jeans and kissed her again before opening the door.
We headed to the back bathrooms, each taking a few minutes to clean up before I dropped back into my seat, deep in thought. When she emerged, she again looked the well-mannered professional. I was surprised and extremely pleased when she paused at my seat to kiss me again. Dina, in her seat by the emergency door, smiled.
I smelled like sex and so did she. But you’d have to be close to catch it. She returned to the cockpit. We’d be at the Ft. Lauderdale airport within the hour.
After fifteen minutes I returned to the bathroom and got myself off again. My hand inside my jeans and panties, working my own clit, using nothing but the memory of our time together as fuel. I came hard, thinking of Kris and her tits and the way she moaned during sex. I decided somehow I’d have her again, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be as a client.
When we taxied into FLL, I gathered my stuff. Dina appeared at my side to whisper, “She really needed you, Sarah. I’d been telling her forever, but she was too shy. I was the one who called Viv. That crush had to go somewhere.”
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