My eyes scanned the interior of the private jet, taking in the luxurious appointments around me. There were four plush, cozy seats near the front. Behind was a lounge area with a couch and coffee table. It was my first time flying this way and I was looking forward to the experience.
“This sure beats flying economy,” I commented.
“Hell, it beats a lot of business class I’ve flown on. That’s why I’ve been using private charters ever since my husband introduced me to them,” my client, and lover, Angie agreed, smiling at me.
I slumped into one of the seats, leaned back and looked at my companion.
“Damn, I need to travel this way more often,” I sighed.
Angie giggled as she settled into the seat across from mine. The model was dressed to kill in a very short black leather miniskirt, thigh-high fishnet stockings, spike heels, and a loose black top whose plunging neckline flashed glimpses of her renowned boobs with almost every movement. I felt positively dowdy in slacks and a golf shirt.
A crew member came out and talked briefly to Angie in whispers. I noticed an odd smile on his face as he went back to the cockpit. Not long after, the plane started moving. I was a bit nervous. The business jet was a lot smaller than the airliners that I was used to and I wondered what would happen if we hit turbulence. Once airborne, though, I relaxed and closed my eyes.
“Fly much?” Angie asked as I yawned to clear my ears.
“Recently, yes. Four trips in the last year between business and vacations,” I answered, “I was actually in Vegas just a year ago. I had a conference one week and then Julia joined me for a vacation the following week.”
I sighed and smiled a little as memories of the trip with my ex-fiancée piled on. It had been a glorious trip, basically one week-long date. We had taken in a couple shows, played some blackjack and slots, and hiked in Red Rock Canyon. And every evening had been full of steamy action back in our luxury hotel room. The trip had climaxed with me proposing at dinner on the last night. It could have been our honeymoon had it been a year later. And had we actually gotten married.
“You still think fondly about your ex, don’t you?” Angie said with a smile.
“I guess I’m still in love with her, Angie,” I replied. “I’m baffled by how it ended but I’ll be missing Jules for a long time, I think.”
“You guys ever join the mile-high club?” Angie asked.
I laughed.
“We joked about it on the flight home from Vegas,” I replied, another memory flooding in. “It was a night flight and the lights were turned down so we did make out. Neither of us was brave enough to go all the way, though. You?”
“I’ve got frequent flyer miles. Most of them with Grant,” she responded with a big grin.
I laughed and tipped my seat back. A crew member came out and opened the drink fridge at the front, offering us beer, wine, and soft drinks. We had her crack open a bottle of wine and pour us each a glass, then she disappeared and we drank and chatted. Eventually, I dozed off a little.
A touch on my thighs awoke me. I opened my eyes and looked down. To my surprise, Angie was kneeling in front of me, her top removed to expose her breasts in a black, strapless bra. Slowly, she slid her hands back and forth along the tops of my thighs, then worked them in between and guided my thighs apart.
“The crew?” I said in a slightly panicked whisper as Angie moved in between my open legs.
“They know what’s up,” the model answered as she slowly drew down my zipper. “I asked for privacy and they know full well what that means. Grant and I used to do this all the time on these flights.”
Pulling out my cock, she licked her lips hungrily. After kissing the tip lightly, Angie began licking my swelling dick, running her tongue up and down the shaft and circling the head. Forcing my concerns to the back of my mind, I sat back to enjoy what was coming.
When I was half-hard, Angie put her lips around my cock head and began a slow, gentle suction, working my cock deeper into her mouth as she sucked. Her tongue was at work inside her mouth, stroking and circling the head. The expert fellatio had me rock hard in very little time, at which point she released me.
“Ever fucked a woman’s tits?” she asked, getting up and undoing her bra.
“No,” I said weakly. Julia had small breasts with minimal cleavage so it had never been an option.
She dropped her bra on to her seat and I feasted my eyes on her shapely breasts.
“Come on back. The couch will be more comfortable,” Angie said, holding out her hand.
She led me back and then knelt in front of me. Guiding my cock into her cleavage, she began slowly moving her tits, rubbing me between them. The soft flesh felt beautiful wrapped around my erection. I let it go on for a few minutes, watching the sight of my cock between those famous D-cup breasts with fascination.
“You like this?” my lover whispered.
“Yes. It feels good.”
“You want to cum like this?”
“On your tits?”
“Mm hm,” she said, “Or would you rather just fuck me now?”
“Fuck you, I think,” I said. My eyes kept darting to the cabin door but it remained closed.
Releasing my cock, Angie got up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She had no underpants on, just her pull-up fishnets. Climbing on to the couch, she got on all fours along it.
“Go ahead, baby,” she moaned, “Take me.”
I got behind Angie and slipped a hand between her thighs. Stroking the soft lips, I found them already slick with her juices and ready for my entry. I replaced my hand with my cock head, then thrust in hard. The model gasped, but didn’t protest. I started fucking her slowly and deeply, driving my cock all the way in, then slowly pulling back, with each entry.
“Oh God, you’re doing this well,” Angie moaned. “You’re so good at fucking, Curt.”
I kept going like that at a moderate pace. Angie was getting very wet. Each withdrawal produced a slick sound and a slight gush of her lube. My arousal began to peak and I picked up the pace, fucking her faster and harder. Soon, you could hear the slap when my body hit her bottom at the end of each thrust.
“Yes, baby,” Angie said, “Fuck me harder, baby. Fill me with that beautiful cock.”
She was getting very loud and very dirty with her talk. I figured the crew could hear but I was too far gone to care. For all I knew, they were getting off listening to us. That thought actually turned me on even more.
“Fuck yes,” I gasped when my orgasm exploded. My body jerked and my cock spasmed, blasting a load into Angie. I kept at her until I was drained, then slipped free.
“Turned around and sit,” I said.
My lover did as asked, sitting on the couch with her legs wide. I got down in front of her and dove in, sliding my tongue in past Angie’s pussy lips. My cum ran out along with her juices, the taste and smell of the model’s freshly fucked pussy intoxicating me as I lapped at it. I gently massaged around her swollen clit with the pad of my thumb while enjoying her flavor with my tongue.
Angie’s body began to shake. She cried out as a fresh gusher ran out on to my waiting tongue. I finished her, then slid up her body to bring my mouth to hers. I French kissed Angie, my tongue still tasting of cum and pussy. The model eagerly sucked my tongue, savoring the taste that I had just enjoyed.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I said when I finally took a breather.
“Yes. Tasty?”
“Very. Can we clean up?”
“There’s usually some nice towels in the bathroom on these planes.”
We were soon dressed and back in our seats. Angie summoned the crew out for a refresh of the drinks. The woman looked at our slightly disheveled appearance and then shot me a sly wink, which I returned with a smile.
“Oo, a message from Tara,” Angie said excitedly as she checked her phone when we were on the ground. “She’s invited us to see the show she’s in tonight and then meet her backstage.”
“Cool. Someone you know from modelling?”
“Yep,” she confirmed, “An old friend. I kind of mentored her when she started out. But she also sang and danced very well, so she ended up going down that road instead of sticking to modelling. I left her a message before we departed to see if she was in town.”
Angie being Angie, there was a luxury limo waiting for us at the airport. The driver took care of our bags while we settled into the back. To my delight, my companion was in a rather affectionate mood and snuggled up against me as we drove up the Strip. I put an arm around her and we frequently kissed and touched. It felt a bit strange to be so close with a woman who’d once seemed to be unattainable, just a picture on my dorm wall.
We were met by the hotel’s manager when we arrived. He was just as in the dark as we were about why it had not been sold as promised. Angie and I decided to get some lawyers and accountants involved in looking at the business and whether her husband or his accountant had been up to something shady. With that bit of business cleared away, the manager summoned a porter to handle our bags and we headed up to the “owner’s suite”, a penthouse overlooking the Strip.
The show that night was marvellous. It was classic Vegas with lots of singing, dancing, and skin on show. Tara belted out several songs quite well; not a great singer but a very good one. And, to top it off, she was a fairly good dancer, her body lithe and graceful, her movements sensual.
Tara’s costumes were, like most of the show’s costumes, very revealing. She wore mostly gowns with high slits and low necks. And they showed off a body that was easily the equal of my companion’s, perhaps even sexier. Tara had a lean muscular body with long, sexy legs and full, firm tits and ass. Aroused and intrigued by the beautiful singer, I found myself looking forward to our backstage meeting.
The show ended with a big production number that brought the house down in a standing ovation. As the applause faded and the performers disappeared, Angie and I slipped out to the back of the house and found the security booth.
“We are meeting Tara Maclean after the show,” Angie said, flashing the guard a smile and some boob. “Are you the one we check in with?”
“I am, indeed, ma’am,” said the polite young man, who seemed only a bit flustered by her flirting. “You are?”
“Angela Mackenzie and Curt Powell,” she said. “I’m an old friend. And I own the Voyageur hotel.”
The guard looked a bit impressed at that.
“And Mr. Powell?” he asked.
“My investment advisor,” Angie responded with another flirty smile and wink.
And gigolo, I thought privately. As much as I was enjoying my relationship with the former model, I was coming to the realization that I was likely just another toy in her collection.
The guard had Angie and I sign a guest list, then he picked up a phone and hit a couple buttons. He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Your guests are here, ma’am. Ms. Mackenzie and Mr. Powell.”
He was silent and I could just make out that there was a voice speaking to him.
“I will bring them back, ma’am,” he said, then hung up and spoke to us, “Let’s go.”
He led us back through a maze of corridors to a door with Tara’s name on it. Evidently, Tara was a big enough star in the show to have a private dressing room. The guard knocked a couple times, then the door opened to reveal Tara in a long, silk bathrobe.
“Oh my God, Angie, it really is you,” she gushed. “Thanks, Patrick, I’ll take things from here.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am. Good night,” said the guard with a smile before walking away.
“Come on in, you two. So good to meet you, Curt,” she said after he was gone.
“You, too, Tara. Great show. You were terrific,” I said as I accepted a light hug.
We walked into her room. It was surprisingly comfortable, with a little couch and table at one end and her dressing area in the other. A rack of her various costumes hung along the wall opposite the couch.
I turned from looking around the room to find the women in a tight embrace, their mouths joined in a kiss that was clearly more than friendly. It was a fierce, hungry kiss with open mouths and tongues clearly involved. I swallowed hard, suddenly wondering if I was intruding on something. Lower down, though, a stirring in my loins suggested the sexy sight had awakened other feelings.
“I think we’re making your investment advisor uncomfortable, Ang,” Tara said as she slipped from my friend’s grasp.
“I doubt that. We’re probably turning him on,” Angie replied with a wicked smile. “You haven’t seen this young guy in action, yet.”
“Maybe I should?”
“I hope you will.”
They both giggled. One took each of my hands and they led me back to the couch, where I was quickly ensconced with a glass of champagne from a bottle on Tara’s dressing table. Then the real show began.
Angie and Tara stood in front of me facing each other. Smiling, Angie pulled the cord on Tara’s robe loose so that the garment fell open. My eyes immediately went to the singer’s tits. They were smaller than Angie’s, but were as round and firm as fresh melons. Large dark aureoles and puffy nipples covered most of the front of them. I suspected she’d had work done but didn’t really care. They looked perfect to my eyes.
Smiling back at my companion, Tara slipped the garment completely off. Underneath, she wore only a pink satin thong. In my pants, my cock was twitching.
Angie was still wearing her outfit from the trip down, and quickly shed the top. Then Tara moved in, giving my companion a kiss as her fingers worked deftly to unfasten and remove the strapless bra. As she did, Angie unzipped her little skirt and let it drop, leaving her in a black thong and fishnets. The women embraced again, kissing eagerly with they naked bodies pressed tightly together.
My hand crept between my legs to massage the bulge that was growing there. I had stroked off to lesbian scenes in porn before but never thought I would see two women go at it live.
Moving slightly apart, Angie and Tara began to caress each other’s tits, stroking and squeezing them as they gazed lustily into each other’s eyes. Angie took Tara’s big nips in her fingers, pinching and even pulling them. That brought a gasp from the singer. Whether that was a sign of pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure, but Tara seemed to be enjoying it. Tara’s own fingers went to work on Angie’s nipples, rubbing them roughly, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers.
“I think he’s getting turned on, hon,” Tara said after a glance my way.
“He’s rubbing his bulge. Maybe we should help him with that,” Angie answered.
They walked over the couch, one sitting on each side of me. Angie put her hand on my cheek, gently pushing my face to turn towards her. She kissed me, her tongue wandering past my lips. As she did, I heard and felt my belt, then the zipper and button on my pants, being undone. Fingers pulled my partly erect cock free of my briefs and began stroking it.
When Angie’s mouth left mine, I turned my head to Tara and received another long French kiss from her. I took one of the singer’s tits in my hand and squeezed it, enjoying its firmness. As Tara and I made out, Angie slithered down to kneel on the floor in front of me. My companion’s lips wrapped around my cock and began sucking gently, causing it to swell and harden further.
Pulling her face back from mine, Tara shifted position to bring her right breast to my mouth. Eagerly, I put my lips over the nipple and began sucking on it. I teased the stiff peak with my tongue as I suckled, feeling Tara holding my head in place.
“God, he’s good at this, Ang,” she said in a breathless voice. “He loves sucking tits, doesn’t he?”
“Very much,” my companion replied, taking a break from fellatio. “Watch out, though. He bites.”
“Like that’s a problem,” Tara responded.
I took the hint and bit her, firmly but gently. That got a delighted squeal out of the singer so I repeated before switching to her other boob for more of the same.
“Oh my God, Angie, this is so great,” Tara gushed. “It’s been way too long. Now get out of my way so I can mount this boy of yours.”
Angie obliged, getting back up on the couch as the singer straddled my lap. Her pussy was tight and wet as she lowered herself on to my stiff cock with a satisfied sigh. Moving gently against me with my cock buried in her, Tara kissed me again. Our tongues did a light tango around each other as I began playing with her boobs again. Beside us, Angie slipped her thong off and started masturbating as she watched, using the middle finger of one hand to rub her clit while using the other to caress her pussy lips and probe inside.
Tara must have noticed what Angie was up to. She climbed off my lap and down on to the floor in front of my client. Pushing Ang’s hands aside, Tara dove in, lapping at the model’s clit while sliding a finger inside.
I watched them for a moment, lightly rubbing my stiff prick with a finger. It was slick with Tara’s lube, which was literally dripping down it. Getting down behind Tara, I slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her wetness. She obligingly moved her ass higher to give me better access. I pulled my hand away and placed the head of my cock against her opening, then drilled into her.
Holding on to the singer’s hips, I fucked her fast and hard. Her slick, tight slot massaged my rod as I slid it back and forth inside her. Sliding a hand beneath, I began vigorously massaging Tara’s clit while my cock past it. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the act of fucking her, in the feel of our bodies intimately joined.
“Fuck, yes!” I heard myself groan as I climaxed, my cock erupting inside Tara as the explosion of pleasure took control of my body.
Angie climaxed about the same time as me, letting out a loud, wordless cry of ecstasy as Tara’s tongue and fingers drove her over the edge.
“Oh wow,” I gasped, enjoying the sight of my lovely companion’s climax face. My cock was already softening and I sat back on the floor after pulling it free.
Tara got down on the floor on her back with her legs open and Angie wasted no time. Straddling her friend’s face, she buried her own between the singer’s thighs and began licking and sucking Tara’s clit, while Tara went back to work on Ang’s pussy. It didn’t take long before Tara’s body was quivering as her own climax hit. They didn’t stop there, but kept at each other’s pussies until both achieved a second climax.
I watched the scene with fascination, toying with my cock but really too worn out for more. Ang and Tara finally sat up and shared a final, deep kiss before getting up and slumping side-by-side on the couch.
“God, that’s lovely,” Tara said. “I’ve really missed you, Ang. And I’m very glad to have met you, Curt.”
Angie put an arm around her friend and kissed her.
“Missed you, too, hon,” she said. “Think of Curt as my present to welcome you back into my life.”
I just stared, trying to get my brain back in gear after the mind-numbing experience of my first threesome.
After a while, we cleaned up using the dressing room’s shower before dressing and heading out to a bar together. I soon felt like an interloper, though, as the women talked mostly to each other and were constantly touching and kissing.
“Ang, I’m pretty bushed,” I finally said, sensing that they needed some privacy. “Maybe you can give me the key and I’ll head back.”
Angie dug out the little card that unlocked the suite and smiled at me.
“Thank you, Curt,” she said. “I probably won’t be back in the morning. I know you want to visit that canyon place you talked about so go ahead. Hiking’s not my thing anyway. Martin at the desk can get you a ride or a rental car.”
“Good night. Nice to have met you, Tara,” I said as I got up to go.
“You, too, Curt,” the singer responded. “Don’t be a stranger. I’m always happy to see friendly faces.”
Outside, I hailed a cab and settled into the back. With Angie and Tara gone, memories of my previous visit to the city with Julia came back. I had never gone back to my hotel alone on that trip.
Taking the elevator up to the penthouse, I shed my clothes and collapsed into the bed. It was a round, king-sized monster of a bed. It would have been perfect for sharing, but by myself, it just felt big and lonely. And it wasn’t Angie I was missing.
“You okay, Curt?” Angie asked on the flight home the following evening.
I knew I had been pretty quiet all day. Awakening late and hungover, I had nonetheless gone out to Red Rock Conservation Area for a hike. Getting outdoors was one of my favorite ways to get away and mull over a problem.
It hadn’t taken much thinking for me to realize that an ongoing relationship with Angie, as appealing as that might be, was not in the cards. For one thing, there was our professional relationship which would be affected by our personal one sooner or later. For another, I had realized that she was probably in love with Tara, or at least had feelings for the singer than ran much deeper than what she felt for me. And, of course, I was still carrying a very hot, bright torch for my ex.
“Yes, I think so,” I answered. “Just had a lot on my mind since last night.”
“About us?”
“About us. About Julia. About everything that is going on in my crazy, slightly fucked up life. God, it’s getting complicated, Ang.”
“Would scaling our relationship back to just a professional one help?”
“I was getting to that, yes,” I answered. “I want to end our sexual relationship, Angie. I might even have to give you to another advisor, but we’ll see. Maybe just stepping back from our personal relationship will be enough to let me handle your file properly.”
“Thank you, Curt. To be honest, I was going to do it if you didn’t,” Angie responded, sounding rather relieved, “Tara is coming up next week and may move in with me for a while. She’s finished with this show and has started writing songs for a possible album. My place might be better for that creative process than the lights and noise of Las Vegas.”
“Definitely,” I said with a chuckle. “I can’t imagine trying to be creative down there. There’s more to her moving in, though, isn’t there?”
Angie nodded and smiled.
“Tara and I have been involved with each other on and off since our days modelling together,” my companion explained, “Last night after you left, we finally decided it was time to see if we could make a go of it as a couple. She’s been alone for over two years now save for the odd casual sex and I’m a widow. We’re both alone and lonely. Maybe the time has come for us.”
“Congratulations, Ang,” I said quietly, suppressing a bit of jealousy at her newfound happiness. “What’s her portfolio look like? We do have special deals for couples, you know.”
Angie laughed and we shared a quick embrace and kiss. Then we poured more wine and chatted amiably as the little jet raced towards home.