by DD Sparxx
“Seriously? You, a regular go-to?” Ford paused his warm up and stared at me.
“This chick was hot; her body was nothing short of amazing and she loved the dirty talk.” I could feel my cock twitch at just the thought. “She didn’t leave til this morning. I was glad she stayed because I tapped that ass off and on all night long. I didn’t even think to try for anal though, you lucky bastard. Maybe next time…”
“You really going to call her again?” He looked surprised, “That’s not usually your style.”
“I know, but there was seriously something about the way we connected. The chemistry was amazing.” I couldn’t help thinking back to how explosive we felt together.
“Sounds like we both got what we needed last night. I just hope you got enough sleep to be focused for our four legs to LA today.”
“Yes, dad,” I replied sarcastically. “I solemnly swear my dick-giving skills of the last 12 hours will not impair my ability to focus and fly the plane today,” I raised my hand like a scout and placed the other hand over my heart, to which we both started cracking up, neither of us were ever boy scouts; with that we both cranked up the treadmills and got to it.
Once we hit the 20-minute mark, we moved onto the weight machines, then focused on abs. By the time we were done, we were both drenched in sweat. We headed back to our respective rooms to get ready for work.
Alone in my room, I started going over everything that happened here the night before. It was like a porn movie rolling through my head.
My cock got harder and harder as I thought about Kaya and her sweet pussy. I grabbed my phone and started to add her number. Kaya… It hit me I had no clue what her last name was, not that it mattered. I’d list her as Kaya Waters, for how wet that pink pussy got that I kept thinking about.
Once she was added, I sent her quick dick pic. Hey, I was hard and thinking of her cunt, why shouldn’t I send it to her? Besides, it’s not like she knew my last name to put it out on the web or anything. Honestly, even if she did know it, I had absolutely no shame about my equipment.
I got a text back immediately. “That sure is an impressive cock you have there.”
“It can’t stop thinking about you and all the fun we had together last night,” I typed.
(Chime) “I’ll be sure to save this number and this picture. Where’d you say you were based out of?”
“I didn’t, but I’m from Phoenix.”
(Chime) “If I’m ever in that area I’ll be sure to be in touch,” was her response.
I started the water for my shower. While it was heating up I heard another chime signaling that a text had arrived.
“A little something to remember me by” was what the text read and there was another file attached. It was a video and when I opened it up I got another surprise. She had sent me an up close and personal video of that hot little pink snatch with her fingers running all over it and plunging in and out. Her pussy was once again spread wide open and I could hear the wetness of her fingers moving in and out of that tight little hole and her tiny mewling sounds in the background. My cock throbbed harder at me. This was one video I would be watching over and over again. Thank you, Kaya! I set the phone down and returned to the steamy bathroom.
I climbed into the shower, feeling the hot water rush over me. My muscles felt used in a good way and as I lathered up I couldn’t get my mind off of the events of last night and this morning, including that video I had just received.
I reached out, grabbed some lotion from the bathroom counter and poured it into my hand, moving just enough out of the spray from the shower to not wash it down the drain. I started stroking my aching cock from the base to the tip, then reached down with my other hand and stroked my balls. I can’t ever remember a time when my own hands had felt so good. I closed my eyes and recalled last night. The way she looked in the club, both at first and after we left the dance floor. How wet her pussy was just from our dance. How uninhibited she was in the cab.
The way she stripped off her dress when we got into my hotel room. How she looked when she saw me naked and stalking toward her. The way she fell on to the bed and the surprise on her face when I pulled her to the edge and shoved her legs open. Spreading her thighs, getting up close and personal with her cunt and watching my own fingers slide in and out of her sopping wet slit. The sounds she made when she came, all her whimpers, moans and groans.
I stroked faster, staying closer to the tip now and rolled my balls in my other hand. The way she repeated those dirty words, just hearing them come from her mouth was hot as hell, “I want you to finger fuck my pussy and suck on my clit until I cum.” The way her pussy started to clench around my thumbs when I was spreading her open even more…
I felt my knees slightly start to buckle and then, “Ohhhh…” I grunted, my orgasm crashed over me. I opened my eyes and watched the cum shoot out of the tip of my cock and across the bathtub, stream after stream until I was drained. I stepped fully back under the water and rinsed both the lotion and cum off of me. I had no idea where those reserves had come from, but I was certain it had to do with Kaya and all her wet pinkness.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly. My little detour was close to putting me in the late zone for the shuttle, so I needed to hurry if I was going to make it. I dressed quickly, threw my dirty clothes into my luggage and zipped it closed. I grabbed my roller bag and cooler and headed toward the door. I took one last look around the room for the sake of memories, then made my way to the elevator. Man, I fucking loved Vegas.
8
Ford
I headed back to my room from the gym. That workout kicked my butt, but I felt amazing now. Upon entering I pulled out the ironing board and plugged in the iron. I situated my uniform while I waited for the iron to get hot so I could iron out the wrinkles.
I slept great last night. No haunting dreams from the past, whatsoever. It was amazing what a little ass could do for you, literally. I smiled to myself and shook my head in disbelief as I thought about my random one-night stand that pretty much began and ended with anal. I could hardly believe it was real.
Anal sex was always something most women I had experience with considered taboo. A finger was occasionally ok, sometimes even two, but not usually my cock. I knew it could be intimidating to those who were, for lack of a better word, anal virgins or close to it. Guess that’s where Poppy was different. The way her ass opened right up for my cock was surprising, although anyone who carried lube in her purse was most likely nowhere near an anal virgin.
I began ironing out the wrinkles, getting my uniform in once again pristine condition as if it had come straight from the dry cleaners. Once I finished I went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. I climbed in before it was all the way hot and surprised myself with the chill. I finished my shower quickly, shaved and got dressed. I packed up my stuff and headed to the hotel bar to grab a bite to eat before it was time to catch the shuttle.
It never ceased to amaze me the way people reacted to a man in uniform. Men looked on like they wanted to be me, and women looked at me like they wanted to devour me. It took some getting used to in the beginning, back in my military days, to have so many people looking at me. Now I was more used to it, but the novelty still hadn’t worn off.
I sat at a small table in the bar and grabbed a menu. A waitress approached with a big smile on her round face. She brought me some water and took my order.
“Excuse me, sir?” a small voice said from behind me.
I turned in my chair to find a young boy somewhere between 6-8 years old looking at me curiously.
“Hi, there! What can I do for you?”
“Are you a real-life pilot?”
“I sure am,” I smiled.
“Can I get your autograph?” he asked timidly.
“Sure. What’s your name?” I pulled out a pen and took the piece of paper he offered me.
“Timmy. I want to be a pilot when I grow up too. My dad says it’s hard work, but
I don’t mind. I want to be able to fly with the birds!” he smiled broadly.
“Well, work hard and I’m sure you’ll be able to accomplish anything you set your mind to,” I told him.
“Thanks, mister!” With that he ran back to the table where his family was sitting, his father offering me a friendly wave and mouthing a thank you to me. I gave him a nodding you’re welcome.
Kids were great. Once upon a time, if things had gone differently, I might’ve had one by now. Ella and I had always planned on having at least two. Now, I had no idea if I’d ever have any of my own, or even if I really wanted them, but I did love to see them smile.
Once my food came I ate quickly. I only had fifteen more minutes until the shuttle arrived.
Jax made it to the shuttle just in time, and sat in the row across from me, a huge smile on his face.
“You will never believe the video I got just as I was about to hop in the shower! Kaya is unbelievable. Let’s just say that it’s one of the most up close and personal videos I’ve ever received,” he exclaimed.
“I thought she gave you her phone number, not the other way around,” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
“Well she did, but I might have sent her a dick pic after the gym this morning…”
“Man, you’ve really got a thing for this chick, don’t you? You do realize you just used her name?” I was unable to keep the surprise from my voice. “You never name the kitty…”
“I told you we just had this amazing chemistry and, man, she has a body that just won’t quit! I can’t stop thinking about her or it, and all the things I’d still like to do.”
I knew what it felt like to not be able to stop thinking about someone. I was glad it was happening to Jax for once. I, on the other hand, had fun last night but hadn’t even considered making Poppy more than a one-time thing. The thought literally hadn’t crossed my mind and still wasn’t really something I would’ve entertained even if I had her number.
When we got to our gate we had to sit and wait for our plane to arrive. As per usual, the majority of the women were eye fucking us. The rest of the crew showed up and soon the plane arrived. We waited for everyone on board to de-plane so we could get on and run through our pre-flight and get ready to go.
The four legs went smoothly, no issues of any kind arose and our conversations had turned to non-sexual things. As we started the descent of our final leg we tried to decide where to get dinner once we landed in LA. We were both health conscious and decided to go someplace new that we had heard great things about. It was called The Paleo Palace. We were both trying to eat cleaner to help get our abs rocked. Another perk about flying with Jax was that we were almost always on the same page.
We took the shuttle to the hotel, checked in, changed, and met in the lobby so we could head out. The restaurant wasn’t too far from our hotel so we decided to walk and stretch our legs after sitting all day.
The food was phenomenal. I ordered the chicken Panang curry with cauliflower rice and Jax got the baked Mediterranean chicken. Plus, they got high marks from us for the promptness and amazing customer service. We gave the server a large tip and assured them we’d be back any time we passed through LA. I was pretty sure we found our new regular go-to where food was concerned.
“You got any energy left to go out and do something?” Jax asked.
“I do, but I’m surprised you do after your sex marathon last night. Have anything particular in mind?”
“Not really. Maybe get a drink at that sports bar across from the hotel?”
I knew which one he meant, I saw it on the walk here. “The Slugger’s Den? Sure, why not.”
The bar was fairly empty, maybe because it was a Sunday night, but they had a bunch of big screen TV’s with all kinds of events running. They also had pool tables, darts, and a few shuffleboards.
“Wanna play pool?” I pointed to the tables in the back of the bar. “Loser buys all the drinks this weekend when we go out?” I was surprised yesterday when I found out we were both lucky enough to be off for the weekend, which almost never happened.
“You sure you wanna do this? I mean we both know who the better player is.” He huffed on his nails and rubbed them on his shirt.
“We’ll see about that,” I nodded. “Time to put up or shut up. Put your money where your mouth is.”
“You’re on. Get ready to open up that fat wallet of yours.” He smiled, accepting my challenge.
And so it began, our epic battle to prove who was the better pool player. We had always been ultra-competitive growing up. We always tried to outdo each other, but we also always had each other’s backs. That was one of the great things about our friendship, not only was he my best friend, he was literally like a brother to me, he was my family. We knew things about each other that no one else knew.
He ended up beating me, four games to three. I hated losing. I knew that not only did it mean bragging rights, but it also meant him picking the most expensive place in all of the Phoenix/Scottsdale area to party this weekend.
He strutted around like a damn peacock. “Guess we both know who’s got to dig deep this weekend!”
9
Jax
I was in a great mood after winning the tiebreaker with Ford. I knew how much losing pissed him off. I’d be bragging about it while we were out this weekend for sure. Now I had to figure out which place we should go to spend his money. We only had 14 hours left on the ground now, so we decided to call it a night and started back to the hotel.
While we were walking, my phone chimed with a text alert. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was another text from Kaya. This girl was seriously sex on wheels and she sure did know how to take a selfie.
She was lying on her stomach naked, full cleavage on display, her round ass naked and her legs bent at the knees, the only thing she was wearing were the stilettos I fucked her in the night before and bold red lipstick. She was giving me those fuck me eyes that she was so good at. I couldn’t stop the smile that had split my face if I’d tried.
In the hand that wasn’t holding her phone, she had a dildo, her mouth open with her tongue touching the tip of it. I wish my cock were that dildo right now. I stuffed my phone back in my pocket, I’d get it back out in a few minutes when I was in my hotel room with the door locked, stripped naked and a bottle of lotion in my hand.
“Is that your Vegas chick?” Ford asked.
“No, it’s your mom,” I jested.
“Fuck you,” he laughed.
“Bro, I just got another hot shot of her playing with…” I started.
“I’m good. I don’t need to know the details.”
“Your loss,” I countered back, “your loss.”
We parted ways once we got out of the elevator and I headed to my room. Once I got inside I walked straight into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of lotion I knew would be there waiting for me, as well as a hand towel. I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed.
I text Kaya back, “What’re you doing, dirty girl?” I could see her responding immediately, the thought bubble blinking on my phone.
“Thinking of you and your big hard cock. I never did get the chance to wrap my lips around it.”
Ugh, she was killing me. The blood all left my brain and raced to my cock, which was now standing at attention.
“What would you have done with it?” I text back, more thought bubbles.
“I would’ve licked you from root to tip, flicking my tongue over that sensitive spot on the underside for a while before sucking the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue all around it. Then, I would’ve turned my mouth sideways and slid my lips up and down the underside of your cock, sucking ever so lightly so it would feel like you were sliding up and down through my pussy lips.”
I had already squeezed some of the lotion into my hand and had started stroking my cock to the images she was creating with her words. The girl knew how to give good head via text, that’s for sure.
&nbs
p; “Would that have made your pussy even wetter for me?” I asked her. “Is your pussy wet now?” thought bubbles again, then they faded out. “Are you touching your pussy right now? Are you fucking yourself with that dildo from the picture you sent me?”
“Yes,” was her only response.
I wanted to watch desperately. “Send me another video, or else video chat with me. I want to see that dildo slide in and out of that luscious cunt of yours.” Seconds later I had a video chat request coming through the line. When it finally connected, I was face to face with those pretty light blue eyes again.
“Hi, Jax,” she purred through the connection.
“Hi, Kaya. Are you fucking yourself with that dildo and wishing it were me instead?”
“You know I am,” she whispered back.
“Show me. Show me that wet cunt and how much you want my cock to be inside of you.”
“Ok but, before I do, I want to see you stroking that massive cock. Show me how much you want to see my pussy, Jax,” she responded. “Then I’ll show you anything you want.”
There was no choice to be made here. I hit the option on the phone that flipped the screen so she could see my hand stroking my cock. “What else do you want me to do?” I asked.
“I just want to watch for a few minutes while you stroke your cock. Are you thinking about my lips wrapped around it?” she asked.
“Yeah, I am. I loved kissing your lips and the thought of having them wrapped around my cock is making me insane,” I whispered back, my voice raw with want.
“Good boy,” she said throwing my words to her from the night before back at me. “Now you’ll get your reward. What do you want me to do to myself, Jax?”
“So many things. I want to see your tits. I want to watch while you pinch and tug at your nipples. Get your fingers wet first, dip them into your pussy, and imagine it’s my mouth sucking on you.” I watched as the screen moved, I could see her hand sliding down the front of her body and stroking herself between her thighs. “Not too much there yet. Do as I asked and play with your nipples, baby. Pinch and tug at them hard.”