“No… my birthday is March 15.”
“Ahhh… makes sense, the Ides of March. My birthday is September 3.” She could hear the chuckle in his voice and shook her head, preparing to dress herself.
Tugging on a heather-gray V-neck tee from her reserved clothing, she paired it with a bright-green scarf looped around her neck and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Pulling on her shoes, Charli took the remaining clothing she packed and walked through the house. She checked her bathroom and kitchen for trash bags so they would be ready for her Monday morning pickup.
Deven’s eyes were stormy and lusty as she passed him with her bags. She thought he would touch her, and she stopped her exit short hoping he would. But he merely cleared his throat and took her trash, leaving Charli to feel dissatisfied mixed with a vague sense of disappointment.
* * * *
Deven enjoyed taking in the view at Charli’s house. The living room was mostly neutrals, walls a taupe color, couch a brown leather sectional. She had a series of large African masks clustered on one wall and two of Makenzie’s signature paintings on another. There was no clutter to speak of. The house was immaculate, not even a stray dust mote marring any of the spotless surfaces, nooks or crannies. Her home was evocative of her personal scent, subtle yet exotic spice, just a hint of floral. It was reminiscent of India in the spring, warm, sensual and spicy.
She was a neat freak and the perusal of her living room let him know more about her. She wasn’t narcissistic, there was no man in her life recently, and she didn’t have much family. The lack of personal pictures of herself or loved ones gave him most of his clues. The only scent in the home was hers and no signs of a male being here existed. Plus, Charli was tight, her walls even tighter than the first time. He didn’t know why, but he felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of no other man in her life. He’d really hate to think while he was suffering blue balls for the last year she was off having good sex with another man.
Those thoughts led to others, mainly of the things he would like to do to her. Then from left field Deven had an idea featuring Charli and their ride today. A couple of months ago, Charyn gave Marques and him a few toys left over from Makenzie’s bridal shower. For whatever reason, half of the guests bought the bride vibrators and Charyn decided to share the wealth. At the time, Deven laughed the gift off and if his memory was correct the bullet was collecting dust in the Tesla’s glove box.
He was smiling about his devious intentions as Charli came out of her bedroom. She looked amazing as always, being the type of woman to look great in anything she chose to wear. Deven felt a spark of heat flare between them on the way out of the door. But he opted to ignore the pull between them so he didn’t push her too far, too fast. Once he saw her carrying trash bags, Deven felt like a heel for not thinking of her refuse, and took the plastic bags from her. Charli dropped her single suitcase at the car as he pulled the green canister curbside. He put her overnight bag in the trunk, escorted Charli into the car, and they set off, headed for the airport used on the previous day’s dive.
When they arrived, it was almost three, and the weather was cool, but there was no frigid bite in the wind. Charli hopped out of the car and skipped inside the hangar. Deven reached over to the glove compartment and hit pay dirt. The blue velvet bag was still in the corner and when he peeked inside what he found was perfect for his purposes. Amazingly, he felt an excitement unlike any he’d had in years, couldn’t wait to get her up in the air. He knew the bird’s-eye view would stun her, along with the toy he had in hand. Since the hang time in the air would last longer than that of the skydive and there was more control over the descent, he could work her to screaming orgasms for as long as he wanted.
Deven decided to start with her basic maneuvers training since he had already shown her some first aid before. The training was brief since most maneuvers and emergency procedures were similar. He was going to use a backpack this time to attain altitude, so they wouldn’t need a plane to take off. Since Charli was more than a bit shorter than him, he was going to handle most of the takeoff and landing on his own. Deven put on the one-piece flight suit and gave Charli hers. But before she could start stripping, he handed her the small felt bag.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“Maybe...” Charli’s eyes were laughing and impatiently Dev pulled her jean waistband back and leered at the tiny sapphire thong she wore.
“Good job. I want you to place the item in this bag inside your pussy. Make sure to keep on the panties.” Deven’s eyes were wicked, and Charli responded with a grin of her own.
He saw in her eyes that she was in the mood to tease before Charli pulled her pants to her ankles. She slid the blue fabric covering her to the side and pushed the elliptical silver bulb inside her moist lips.
Deven was floored the sight of her, the way she was so open to him, and his desires. She didn’t have any shame, and he loved the hedonistic view. The way she was so willing to play along with his games was heady. She reminded him of a cactus, prickly on the outside, but sweet and wet inside. He hadn’t had the opportunity to taste her sweet flesh, but he vowed to make the dive into her wet warmth this weekend. But for now he would just watch her.
Charli was currently rubbing her clit through the thin material covering her sex. Just when he thought he was going to have to take her now, the show stopped, just as suddenly as it started. She pulled her pants up and smiled at him.
* * * *
She spotted the tent in front of his suit, showing that he was ready to fuck her. But sadly, he was going to have to wait. They had a date in the air. Taking the offered suit, she pulled it over her pants and tee, leaving the scarf off. Deven took a fan motor from the wall and checked it over.
“This is the paramotor. It operates on gas, and you run a few steps to take off. The chute is different than last time. It is made to carry the air currents and allows better coasting time. If we catch good air, we could fly almost half the night. The motor will give us two, maybe two and a half hours of flight. But this engine has a starter, so it can be turned off and the warm currents of air will hold us. If we need it, we can just turn it back on.”
“Wow, never thought I’d be doing this, to say the least.”
“I think you’ll find it to your liking. Since we’re going tandem, I’m going to do most of the running for the takeoff, you just need to follow my lead. When we land, just take a few running steps once your feet touch the ground. Otherwise we’ll fall down, and I’d rather not, especially with both of us and the motor.”
“Okay, I think I can do that.”
Deven carried the pack outside, and Charli followed. She watched him ready the pack, chute spread behind them in prep for takeoff. Deven strapped Charli in the first harness, up front. He took his position behind her and pulled the harness around himself. Charli pulled on the offered helmet, as Dev did the same. Before moving he tapped the headset and spoke.
“You ready?”
“As much as I’m ever going to be.”
“All right, count of three, run ten steps fast.”
Breathing hard, Charli nodded.
“One... Two... Three!”
Charli started running, Dev adjusting his gait to keep pace, her legs hitting sprint mode in one stride. By step eight, the motor had done its job, and the pair was aloft. The climbing was slow, similar to a quick elevator. But just a few minutes later, they were in the air, looking down at the world. Charli smiled and loved the heights, amazed at the air and the bird’s-eye view. She saw planes in the distance, where they penetrated clouds. She saw people driving cars and trucks on the road. This view was amazing, even more so than the adrenaline-filled dive yesterday. There was so much more that she could take the time to truly see. This feeling was gentler, a natural change in atmosphere. She wanted to remember everything and wished she had a camera. She must have spoken her desire aloud, as Dev responded to the need.
“Check the right breast pocket of your suit next to the r
adio. It’s on a lanyard, attached to the pocket. That way, you don’t have to worry about dropping it.”
“Thanks! Can’t wait to give Mak some of these pictures. I want a painting of one of them.”
Dev chuckled before retorting. “Something told me you would love this.”
The couple rode in silence for another twenty minutes before Dev pressed the remote. The resulting moan rang through her helmet, the sound raising his cock slightly to press against her back. She couldn’t resist squirming, discomfited by the vibrations on her spot when he decided to up the ante and finish with his words what the bullet started.
“I wish I could see your face, Charli. You are so sexy when you come for me.”
“Oohh, Dev, baby... it’s so close.” Her breath emitted as pants, bursting past her lips onto the wind.
“That’s right, Charli, come for me. Sounds so good. I love just watching you tremble, it makes my cock harder than ever. We could even have a special harness made so we can fuck when we fly.”
The idea left her shuddering and turned his stiff member granite against her, the erection prodding her felt strong enough to dent steel. “You are going come for me now, and I want to hear you.”
Charli let go of the lip she bit holding the bulk of her moans at bay. She leaned her head back as she felt the vibrations grow stronger. She looked at the canopy of the chute, framed by blue sky, and came, wailing her pleasure to the world.
Dev chuckled harshly. “That’s what I’m talking about. Come for me again. So good, pixie.”
The headset tricked her into feeling he was speaking next to her ear, even felt his breath along her neck and she craned her neck, eyes wide and bright. Finally, Charli laid her head back to rest as she watched the sky pass over her as the bullet slowed and finally stopped. Looking down she saw Deven had already turned them back to where they came from, and the ride back seemed quick. Even so, Charli was surprised when she saw the hangar come into view.
“We’re back already?”
“Yep, the winds are travelling this direction, so it lends speed to our traveling time when returning. We flew for over two hours though, here and back. On the count of three, get those little legs going for me. One... Two... Three!”
Yet again, Charli was sprinting and he grabbed her up, and just as suddenly as they touched ground, the movement stopped. Deven took Charli’s harness off, unsnapping her at the shoulder.
* * * *
His cock was still semi-hard, and he wanted to increase the tension that each of them felt before giving in. So Deven packed up the gear and carefully checked his chute before locking up, without fucking her brains out. The duo hopped in the Tesla and was once again on the road, headed for destinations unknown.
Deven decided to take Charli out for dinner so neither of them had to cook and he could get to know her better. He knew some basic facts about her, especially about her body and her reaction to him. But the chemistry had to lead somewhere. There had to be a reason for it. No other woman affected him like she did. He wanted to take her somewhere fun, a place she could enjoy, both it and him. It needed to be private and slightly exotic. Thinking as he drove, he decided to take her to a fondue shop. It was something interactive, and the one he had in mind did have small private dining rooms. They drove back into New Hanover County toward his house.
“Would you enjoy fondue tonight?”
“Can we go as we are?” Charli asked, her voice sounded spent.
“Sure can.” They weren’t terribly disheveled, but the rush was burning off, and they looked a little... smashed. They both wore idiotic grins and flushed faces, not to mention the matter of his hard-on, which hadn’t gone down since Charli came for him in the sky. Deven opted to call Melted and Poured to get a seat. Luckily, there was a table available in one of the small private dining rooms. He reserved it, and they drove to the outskirts of town. They walked in and were escorted to the dining area with no wait.
Deven saw that Charli enjoyed the ambiance of the hidden eatery. He watched her cast appreciative glances at the decorative touches and furnishings. It was nothing new to him, but he hadn’t stopped to take a good look at the place on any of the occasions that he had dined in. The main dining room was butter yellow and each table was topped with a daisy floral arrangement. The walkthrough was quick, and soon they were in the small dining area. It was an intimate space, nut-brown walls, large photos of random people, places, and things. There was a window in the space, but it was covered with heavy satin curtains, shiny and copper as a new penny. The manager walked in the room just after they were seated.
“Hello, Mr. Moreland, we have several wines available for you to try this evening. One is a Moet, we also a have a great bottle of Dom, and a new local winery bottle of pinot noir. Which would you like to try?”
“Bring the Dom please and wrap the local winery bottle for me to go.” Deven’s response was swift and took barely any thought on his part whatsoever. The manager walked out and back with the wine in less than three minutes. Deven tasted the vintage and, finding it suitable, accepted two flutes, and the remaining was stashed in a silver ice bucket. He didn’t ask Charli what her preferences were, just placed an order for the special.
“What’s the special?” Charli asked, her tone curious as to what they were about to eat.
“It’s just a sampler, so we can have some of everything. Usually that means a couple of fondue options, followed by a surf and turf. The dessert is usually a mix of things and a chocolate pot.”
“Mmm, sounds good.” Deven could tell that she was hungry. He could practically hear her salivate.
The food showed up less than ten minutes after the order was placed. The cheese was delicious and Deven watched Charli fill up on appetizers of different vegetables and bread rounds on platters. By the time they took the large pot of melted cheese away, her face looked sad as if she didn’t want to give the fondue back. When the next course was served, her eyes widened when she saw stacks of skewered meats, shish kebabs. They were packed tight, with beef and shrimp. A sautéed mixed green was served on the side with new potatoes. She seemed to love the meal and moaned aloud about how the flavors burst on her tongue, a series of eastern seasonings all rich in smell. He’d never seen a woman that could eat so much and be so small.
He decided to be generous and wait to tease her. Just long enough for her to eat that is. When the dinner service was removed and the dessert brought to them, Deven brought the almost forgotten vibrator inside her back to life. His eyes lowered to her biting the bottom lip then to the nipples pouting through her T-shirt. Her jaw clenched and he saw she hoped to keep her pleasure silent. But even with her hard work, she made a sound deep in her chest. The gasp was muted, but with the silence of the servers and lack of conversation, the groan was apparent. Deven smiled at her and offered her more wine. She shook her head and looked him in the eye as if needing him to see what he was doing to her.
Deven saw it all right, and knew she was desperate for him. He was dying to get inside of her as well, wanted more than anything to take her here and now. The only question he had left was to whether he would take her here or in the small bathroom adjoining the room. But the more he looked at her glazed eyes, the more impatient he felt. He drowned in her eyes watching her. She was so close, just a hair’s breadth from coming. He could taste it, the desperate way she tried to contain herself, her clenching fists, the lip she nibbled and bit. The best thing about the view was how close she was to screaming. He could hear her breathing change for him, heavy panting letting him know her control was shot. The server left, and Dev estimated they had fifteen minutes before they returned with his tab.
He opted for the expedient move, taking her now. Deven slid under the table, deciding to have a taste of her first. He slid her jeans down her legs to the ankles, trapping her wide open, with splayed knees. When she was positioned to his liking he grabbed her thong panties and ripped them off her hips. Pulling her to the seat’s edge, he clutched h
er thighs, lowering his mouth to her wet, gushing labia. She was drenched, and Deven gave her sensitive sex-lips a hot, sucking kiss. He used one hand to give her two, thick, callused fingers inside her sugar-walled sheath. The other arm he used to wrap around her hips. His fingers butted the vibrating bullet inside her as he pressed against her sensitive G-spot, pulsing fingertips against her sweetness.
Deven heard the gasp of breath and made his move, diving in the lips spread wide for him. His mouth devoured her, licking up every drop she released. He sucked her clit, needing more of her taste, wanting her to secrete more juice for his waiting lips. She reminded him of the clean taste of lemon and some unknown spice. Using his flattened tongue, he gathered her taste on each bud, wanting to identify the spice on his lips. He heard her coming before his fingers were crushed under the constricting muscles of her dripping snatch.
Deven wanted to take a moment, to let her come down some before he gave her some cock. But there was no time, and he reluctantly pulled his face from her dripping pussy. He pushed her chair back and climbed from under the table. He tugged her from out of her seat, her eyes were still dazed from her orgasm, unfocused and glazed. He whipped his cock out of the front of his jeans and sheathed himself with a condom. Moments after her was done, he seated the soft willing woman on his hardness. He just gave her an inch or so at first, working himself in with tiny digs of his hips. The clasping mouth of Charli’s sex ate him, bit by bit, and once he was fully inside, he ground against her. He could feel her shaking, hips jerking. Her pussy was sucking the life from him, stealing his will and patience. He knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer, but needed to feel her come once more before he let go.
* * * *
When Deven initially turned the bullet on Charli couldn’t speak, was afraid to. The toy she wore was working well. Too well, and if she opened her mouth... The thought was too hard to contemplate, as the oh-so-familiar burn attacked her. The vibrations tantalized her and the buzz of the deviously used device shot sparks through her that touched her needy womb. The servers were still in the room at first and with the peak extraordinarily close, she refused to give in to the agonizing screams that beat at her throat. She looked him in the eye and wanted him to see how he devastated her even at a distance.
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