We’re almost there now. Sun is getting lower, right alongside this uncomfortably small craft. For a moment I let my mind wander away from this plane, and from Harriet. Fantasies of the upcoming months take me to wonderful places through beautiful visions. I can’t wait to be on that beach, showing my perfect, soft, beautiful body to everyone there. I can’t wait to get to work, either. The videos he sent me of the parties look incredible, and they go until morning. Deep in the center there are bodies constantly colliding, slipping around each other like an orgy of crazed serpents. Everyone is fluttering amongst each other in chaotic formation under a rainbow of flashing lights, looking like as much like petals in the wind as they do a wedding reception at the end of the world.
This job has me fascinated. The very nature of it. The idea. Human nature has always been a point of study for me, and I am so curious about what I’ll find at the intersection of the people I’ll be working for, the people I’ll be working with, and the people I’ll just be working. It may not be part of the description… In fact, it may not even strictly be permitted, but I know that I am going to get so much sex on the job. I’m just not going to be able to help it, I’m certain of that. I like stimulation, and I like attention.
Once we’re on the ground, I won’t have any trouble getting it, but right now it’s actually attention that I need to avoid. With that thought I find myself drifting back to life. My life, I mean. In this moment, on this plane, having this orgasm. The toy buzzing silently between me and my seat is holding me still, frozen in place by its electromechanical massage.
Everything I’m feeling rushes back and takes a vicious stranglehold of my every nerve and muscle. I am so wet, and so tight – straining against my seatbelt, and clenching against my own pleasure. Both motions hurt, but they both feel good, too. Everything does right now. Even my mind is singing, enraptured by excitement and unbridled desire.
Finally, something catches my attention. Whoa. We’re going down fast, and it’s only right now that I notice what’s happening. It’s hard to maintain all the focus required, but I surreptitiously peer over Harriet’s shoulder and out the window. I’m shocked to see that we’re only about a kilometer off the ground. At most. My expression changes just enough that Harry notices, and she looks out as well. To my surprise, she maintains her oblivion, and her orgasm is not interrupted. We are both still cumming, but she remains all but lost to the world.
Endless but infinitesimal moments later, we have each fallen back into our own worlds, as the craft which contains us makes its gradual, but rapid descent. I wonder where she is, but before I can imagine, I’m again lost completely in my own mind. This time though, in memory instead of fantasy.
His touch was electrifying. His body was beautiful, and in a way that the masculine so rarely can be. In years past, I wouldn’t have believed that I would ever let someone convince me to let them touch me that way. Now I know that in situations like that one, I’m not being convinced of anything, and it can be me who is doing the seducing.
What I actually have a hard time believing is how he convinced me to think about taking this job before he even touched me. Intellectually I was fairly certain that the offer was both genuine and substantiated, but in my heart I was fairly certain that this whole thing is an extremely dubious choice, at the absolute best. Something just didn’t feel right. Of course, the way he made me feel me was no small factor in my growing comfortable with my decision. Besides, in a war between my heart, my head, and my pussy, it’s safe to say that my heart doesn’t have much of a chance.
The overt moaning coming from my right barely pulls my focus out of the erotic meditation I’ve locked myself in. She is having a harder time concealing her pleasure than I am. She always does, though. I like that about her. Right now it’s turning me on immensely, even as I drift back to the same night.
The deep, melodic, feminine voice beside me is just urging me to enjoy myself even more. If she had been there that night, watching… This time I intersect the memory a bit earlier. We’d just tumbled in the door of his hotel room, and I was on my knees. I had been blowing him in the car on the way over, too. We weren’t making a show of it, but the driver definitely knew. I wonder how hard he got, and if he thought about us later. For a moment I thought I saw him subtly jerking off, but it was dark and I was otherwise occupied, so I’m far from certain. I just let the possibility fuel my fantasies while I paid most of my attention to the hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the hand on the back of my head where it meets my neck.
As we got out of the car he reached under my very little, black dress and roughly grabbed my bare ass, then called me a slut, but in a way that made me smile. He walked behind me as we entered the hotel through inch thick glass doors. When I turned around to make sure they had closed behind us, I saw that the driver had pulled over across the street.
He was probably just waiting for his phone to tell him someone else needs a ride, but I imagined him thinking about us while he waited and stroking his cock. In my mind he’d unbuttoned his trousers the second he pulled over, pulled his hard cock out of them and jerked as hard and fast as he could until he came all over his steering wheel. The idea made me that much wetter. Then I imagined him realizing he didn’t have anything to clean up with and I laughed.
I remember thinking then that I would have to masturbate at a later time thinking of that moment. I even wound up thinking about it during the more intimate parts of my “date”. After an awkward interaction with someone at the front desk, we headed to the elevator. I think she was scrutinizing the pair of us to try and figure out if either was a sex worker. That happens to me, occasionally. I guess it goes with the territory of hooking up with people from out of town quite so often. Plus, she wouldn’t have technically been wrong, but I’ve never been on the job in that context.
The shaking of this increasingly unnerving and seemingly unmaintained aircraft is still disturbing my fantasies, but the vibration of its roaring engine continues to stir them, as each turbulent bump in the road presses the toy on my seat against my clit in unexpected ways. I have never had a sexual experience with a mechanical device quite like this. Harriet is leaning against the window, whimpering as quietly as she can manage to.
Breaking my restrained silence for a moment, I whisper “We can rest soon, baby. I love you.”
She says nothing. I don’t even know if she heard me. Slipping backward in time again, I wander back into the scene at the moment he and I stumbled into the hotel room itself, having comically and impossibly attempted to get through the door at the same time. We were latched together instantly – even before the door had latched behind us.
What I felt in that moment was theoretically bizarre, but functionally impossible to ignore. He – check the pronoun – he was fucking irresistible. Not just in a momentary, looks-like-a-fun-toy sort of way, either. There was something very unusual about him. He was older to be sure. Older than I usually go for, and doubtlessly older than me. Perhaps a great deal older, but if I’m being honest, his age was quite a mystery to me, and that mystery was itself responsible for a significant portion of the attraction.
There was nothing but chemistry between us; nothing intellectual, nothing akin to real passion. More like poison than passion really, but more like a high than pure toxicity. As he fell to the soft push of my hands I smiled at his eagerness. When he hit the mattress I asked “How am I doin’?”
“Good,” he said, “Until you asked.”
“Note taken.”
“Excellent.” His voice was quasi-sinister, but it felt too practiced to be genuine. “If you can make the customers feel like this, though…”
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
He smirked. “And you never have to touch them.”
“And…” I knelt at the foot of the bed, “If I want to?”
“Mmmm…” he moaned in relief as the anticipation fades “Off the clock you can do anything you like.”
“Anything?”
“Be reasonable.”
“Is this okay?” I asked as I unfastened his belt, then his pants.
He paused for longer than I expected. For a moment I even wondered if he would put a stop to it right there. “Yes.” He smiled at me with almost unnerving sincerity. “Thanks for asking.” His grin widened as I popped the button and opened his trousers. Surprised by a lack of zipper, I smirk slightly at the old fashioned nature of a buttoning fly. He’s dignified, yet slutty. It’s weirdly hot. Very weirdly, but, definitely hot.
His cock was only half-hard when I first saw it, but it was three-quarters by the time I’d wrapped my fingers around the base of it, and the touch of my breath turned it to stone. “Looks like you like this.”
“Mmm…” he gasped again as I put the tip of him into my mouth. “You’re exactly what we need in this position. Utter perfection.”
“You should see the positions I can get into.”
“I’d like to one, day. For now though, just this.”
“Oh…” I groaned in protest, “But I want to ride this fat cock,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes like an animated princess while playfully and sluttily jerking his cock at the base.
“Be that as it may, I’m don’t give it up all the way on the first date.”
I paused and raised an eyebrow. “Then what am I doing? I already got the job.”
“Because when you’re done you’re going to come and straddle my face and then hold onto the wall for your very life.”
I didn’t say anything else. My tongue slithered over his shaft, his tip, his base. I took the whole thing into my throat. It’s maybe six inches – maybe – but it is a wide organ. It fit almost entirely in my mouth, but getting it past my tonsils was a trick. When it was finally in, the tip of my tongue touched his balls. It almost felt like I could rim him and blow him at the same time. I was tempted to try, but I never got the chance.
Of course I enjoyed what I was doing. The sounds he made were delicious. His body was… fine. Not bad, just fine. It only took me a very few minutes to render him unable to take any more pleasure. “Fuck!”
“Already?”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Can I cum in your mouth?”
He asked so nice, so I just nodded at him with his cock back in my mouth. From the fluid he’d already leaked it actually felt like he’d already been cumming for a second or two, but only until he stopped fighting it and actually released. That’s when the flood came. First he moaned, then bellowed out his pleasure while filling my throat with hot cum. The force of it was nearly volcanic, and he kept going as I gulped him down.
Until that point he’d let me drive, but as soon as he stopped controlling himself, he needed to control me. His hands took firm hold of the back of my head and held me. It was with his rhythm that I moved. I tried to look him in the eye, but I couldn’t. He held me with my face down, skewered through the throat by his thick and thickening lance.
In another moment, he was done. He tasted almost like nothing at all, and it was easy to swallow. Maintaining suction as I slid off of him seemed to overstimulate, but not so much that I felt I should release the pressure. A soft popping sound accompanied the moment that I removed myself from his swollen head.
A minute or two of him panting pass slowly, while I ached for the reciprocation promised me. “Ready for me?”
“You have no idea how ready I am.”
I didn’t wait for another word to be uttered. ‘He had better be good at this.’ I thought as I demonstrated my strength by pushing myself up on my arms to meet his gaze, and slid my knees up the bed to meet them, and found my wet, hot pussy hovering over his still mostly hard cock. For a moment I bite my lower lip and gaze longingly – performatively so – into his eyes. “May I? Just for a moment?”
I knew I was riding the line of what’s acceptable, so when he reminded me “I said: ‘not tonight.’” I stopped asking and began to move. I slithered and squirmed my way over his torso, leaving a slick trail in my wake. When I reached his face I over him point blank. “How about this?”
“You don’t have to ask twice,” he told me. His mouth was obscured from my vision, but his eyes were smiling.
There were no more words between us. For the rest of the night, actually. The next thing his tongue did was slide its way up to flick my clit a few times before working its way inside me, firmly wriggling with a percentage of its might.
It was impossible to deny – there was true talent between my legs. Talent which had clearly come from a decade or two of studious practice. He knew how to read his partner. It almost felt as though he could read me in particular. The wetness of his tongue glided divinely against that of my own body.
Little time passed between his first touch and the edge of my orgasm. That’s where he held me for minutes, but I’d have sworn in a court of law that it was hours. He clasped my hips in his long, strong fingers and pulled me down to him. The moments it took before he allowed me to climax were exquisite and excruciating. I could feel the fire in my blood rising.
Finally, it happened. He let me. It was palpable, almost tactile when I slipped past the point of no return. I shivered, I shook, and I clenched. My body wrenched under his command, and away from his control. I felt for a second like I would splash him across the face, but it wasn’t quite that good. Of course, if it had been, I wouldn’t have been able to walk far enough to leave the room – let get into or ride in a car – for some time.
It’s true… I am thinking of that moment with him while I cum. It starts me cumming again, actually. An orgasm within an orgasm. I can’t even describe the things that his tongue made me feel that night. Then for a slightly longer moment I think about that driver getting off in his car – all that cum… So hot, even if it was imaginary. I want to make him lick it up and then hold his head between my legs until he gets soaked in mine, then instruct him to drive me home and fuck me. A moment later, I think of Harriet, and that is where I end. Her unbelievable smile, her perfect body, that funny face she makes when she cums so hard her mind implodes.
Immense, ecstatic pleasure shudders through my body, up and down each nerve, over and over. There is too much happening. My senses don’t know what to take in, what to leave out, and what to desperately ignore in favor of the more pleasurable or the more urgent. Violent shivers take hold of me for a second – a few, maybe – and I shudder with truly uncontrollable excitement. I know that now even I am drawing attention to myself. Probably looks like I’m having some kind of a seizure.
As I crest I feel the ground approaching even more rapidly. I know that it’s almost over, and I find myself distressed and relieved at once. When I open my eyes, I see a flight attendant is making her way toward us. By the time she arrives, I have come to a complete stop. Seeing Harriet is still shaking and clinging to me, she leans down, trying to be as discreet as possible as she asks “Is she alright? A couple of the other passengers asked after her.”
“She’s… fine. She’s fine,” I say, pulling her a bit closer. “This is actually her first flight, and she’s just… extra sensitive,” I pause and lower my voice to a whisper, “Physically, I mean. If I’m being delicate, I’d say that she’s just experiencing the engine more intensely than I expected.”
The attendant looks at me, then at my love, then back at me with widened eyes, but only for a moment. Obviously flustered, she says “Oh. I see. I mean, I understand. Is there anything I can get her?”
“No. She’ll be okay,” I whisper, putting my hand on Harry’s leg for the sake of both of our comfort. I’m hoping that she can’t hear this conversation. Of course I’ll tell her eventually because in some ways its hilarious, I just don’t want her to be embarrassed right now. No distractions.
“Alright. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll try to glance over now and then.”
“Thank you very much.” As she walks away, two thoughts cross my mind. First, ‘Damn, that’s a nice ass’, then, ‘I wonder what she’ll be thinking about when she glances over…’ Now that I’ve finished, I find the next few minutes go by far faster than I had anticipated. Harry has her eyes clamped shut and is now grasping my elbow with physical might like I’ve never known from her.
The familiar tickle of a nearly complete descent hovers beneath my heart and creeps around my neck and into my scalp… There it is. Wheels down. The drag on our bodies shifts abruptly as the plane’s runway brakes lock into place. Finally, and at long last, we slow to a halt. Harriet’s eyes finally open. The fear and anxiety lifting must have disrupted her. I love flying, but I can admit that this flight was a bit much even for me. Gotta get Harry up and running, then bathroom, baggage, and bus. Tomorrow it begins.
