"Flying High"-stories to make him cum

She had been traveling all day...she was hot and sweaty and tired of being on a plane: humid, stale air, and airlines that no longer knew how to really service people. Gone were the days when a girl didn't have to pay $5 for a bloody mary and a packet of peanuts just to get her through a long day of flying.

Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.

As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.

She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.

He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.

Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.

Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.

At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.

Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.

Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.

Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.

As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.

Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.

Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.

After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.

Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.

As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.

Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.

Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.

Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.

As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.

She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.

It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.

With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.

As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.