Anna In Flight

I took up the pace he'd set as he slipped my panties down a bit. They fell the rest of the way to my ankles, so I kicked them daintily aside. I was careful not to send them over the edge of the balcony.

Sean began fingering my depths, in achingly slow strokes, his thumb flashing over my slick clit as I begged for more. We both stroked faster and stronger, breathing harder. The kissing paused. I heard him whisper against my neck.

"Do you like this baby?" his thumb circled over my slick clit.

"Or do you like it like this?" and his thumb flashed across it from side to side.

Sean could tell from my gasps that the second was better. It was so intense my thighs twitched. A tiny cry escaped my lips as he worked his thumb side to side over my clit, gently but faster. I looked down at my hand around his cock, and saw a glistening drop of precum had gathered at the tip. I sent a single finger to capture it, then sucked it clean as I watched his face. He hissed and guided my hand back to stroke him again.

It was only a matter of seconds before I thought I'd go mad if he didn't fuck me. He might be big, but I was past worrying. Sean seemed to know...he slowed his finger work and whispered again against my neck.

"Talk to me Baby, tell me how you want it. "

All I could manage was a shy but frustrated moan.

"Come on baby...you want me to fuck you. You want to come all over my cock don't you? Want me to give it to you now? Right here?"

He kept stroking my pussy in that slow maddening way. I could hear the soft laughter of men, right below the balcony. They were probably just passing through the courtyard but it was still a reminder of how public we were. The very idea that I might be exposed in the twilight shadows to any who looked up drove me wild. Sean was relentless, engaging my mind as well as my body.

"I wonder if the guys are wishing they could join in. You think they don't know? "

I struggled with the embarrassment but he was right...I was so hot I'd do him anywhere! As nasty as his suggestion was, it had merit. I found it made me even hotter to think of a small group of strange men, watching me with Sean, perhaps even sharing me. It was a safe dark fantasy because I didn't really believe he would allow such a thing. Would he? It drove me wilder still just to think on it.

Sean's calloused hand eagerly kneaded my breasts, his fingers tweaking and teasing the peaks. How I loved that tiny almost-pain. He kissed me again, resuming his work on my now raging clit.

"Oh baby, you're so hot like this...so beautiful...no one can see your face...just our shadows. I want to fuck you so hard you'll feel it all week."

I swallowed hard, wanting it terribly, just as he'd said. I wanted to feel him thrusting deep, had visions of him marking me inside and out. His woman, his cum...even if just for one night.

"Oh Sean...yes", I hissed. "I WANT you to fuck my pussy...any way you want...just do it now please!"

In an athletic single move, he lifted me up and guided my legs around him as he positioned himself just at my opening. He used the wall behind me to brace against. A gentle press told me this was going to be a really tight fit. Thankfully my whole pussy was slick from all his attention. I gripped his shoulders as my trembling legs wrapped around his waist. I was careful not to scrape him with my heels.

Stronger than he looked, he lowered me onto the thickest cock I've ever endured. I felt him barely enter me, and then withdraw several times before I was exquisitely filled with him. I gasped as he thrust deep and I swear I could not have taken another centimeter. He thrust inside of me over and over...hot and silky steel, stretching me to my delighted limit. He fucked me that way for a few minutes, letting me feel every slow delightful inch.

I was again so close to cuming when he paused and lowered me down. I remember a muffled protest as he kissed and backed me toward the patio chair. I followed his lead and sat down when I got there, my hands stroking his cock, caressing and tugging his balls.

"Suck it Anna...taste yourself on my cock." Sean demanded.

I was only too happy to comply. With his pants still on it reminded me of the plane and those moments I'd fantasized of when I barely knew him.

I'll admit it was a little strange... to smell my own female scent on his prick. It was a surprisingly hot rush, actually. I decided I'd contemplate what that meant later.

In the mean time, I gave Sean a slow sexy smile and took a hesitant lick at the tip of him. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought...so I licked more. I loved his manly scent mixed with my softer one. I nibbled the wrinkled hairy sack of his scrotum...then laved my way up his shaft from base to tip. I circled with my tongue, then bobbed on just the proud head, my teeth grazing the ridge beneath.

That's when he'd had enough of my teasing, finally took a fistful of my hair and pushed my head closer. His cock slid into my mouth, further, deeper...all the way to the back of my throat.

I'd done this before, but never a man so thick. I really had to fight my gag-reflex. I was doing pretty well with that, sucking softly on the outstroke, frenching the meaty tip each time he pulled back. Then Sean started to fuck my face, hands gently in my hair, hips pumping faster, but pausing now and then to let me catch my breath. I just love it when a man shows that much enthusiasm for a blow job.

Just when I thought he was really close to shooting, he pulled out and grasped his own cock with a hard squeeze. It was a pretty neat trick, gave him a break and showed me he had a lot of control figured out...one more reason to adore older men.

After a bit he stroked it twice and let out a deep breath. I squeezed my breasts for his viewing pleasure, plumping them, strumming my own nipples too. I walked my fingers down to my pussy...amazed at the pooled wetness I found there. I slid one finger over my swollen nether lips, aching and hot as he watched. If Sean didn't finish this soon, I might not live through the wait.

Sean suddenly brought me to my feet, pulling me through the door to his room. He backed me to the bed, leaving the glass door wide open. I kicked off my shoes and slipped my dress the rest of the way off. It landed Heaven-knows-where. We both tugged rapidly at his clothes and scattered them as well, which gave me my first good look at him.

Sean had a farmer's tan, with strong arms and thick legs. His pale chest was solid and covered in a mat of gray hair, which marched a path to his cock. I reached out to feel the springy texture of it, first with fingers, then moved close enough to brush my nipples against it. I glanced in the mirror over the dresser and loved the contrasts between us.

He frenched me again with a near-punishing kiss and suddenly he was over me on the bed, lying between my legs, trapping my hands beside my head. He raised his hips just enough so his cock was trapped between our stomachs and began sliding strokes. It was absolute torture...the length of his cock sliding against my clit for several slow strokes.

Finally he pulled back enough so that his cock lined up with my pussy and he pushed in bit by bit. His voice was thick with hunger when he warned me.

" Here it comes baby. I'm gonna fuck you for real now. No mercy. "

With that he plunged in roughly, burying every inch in a savage thrust. I gasped at the sweet shock of it, my hands fisting tight, my mouth a tiny O.

"Oh yes Sean...just like that." I moaned.

I struggled to accept all of him inside of me, stretching my poor young pussy to its limits. Every out stroke left me feeling like he was taking part of me with him. Sean altered his strokes. He pushed in, slow and torturous...then balls deep and savage. He intently watched my face...my eyes flashing wide with delighted shock on the hard strokes.

On the deepest part of his in-strokes I felt his hairy ball-sack squashed against me. It made me hotter still, to think of the load he was building up in there. He paused just long enough to shift his hands off of my wrists. Keeping his promise, he began to pick up the pace and fuck me hard.

Looking down between us, I saw his cock disappearing into me, felt every contour and vein, every stroke searing my pussy. My nails raked his back, clawed gently at his hips to tug him closer. Sean leaned back and pulled my ankles onto his shoulders, then drove deeper still. His hairy chest tickled my legs. I could feel him all the way to my cervix.

Harder and faster he pumped, his flaming gorgeous cock deep inside me, and the thickest part of him bumped my clit over and over. The sweet ache of it was too much...I whimpered and rode him wildly...suddenly crying out as I felt a strong climax begin. It started in my pussy, quickly building to my clit.

"Now Sean...NOW!" I begged, "Cum with me!"

My hands fisted in the sheets as waves of pleasure shot from my clit to knees. Sean's thick cock stretched my pussy where it clamped down on him hard...tug tug tugging. I couldn't help the small cry that rang out of my soul. It was probably heard all the way to the Courtyard!

Sean gave in, tossed his head back and growled fiercely as he buried deeper and shot his entire load inside of me. I felt his thick hot ropes of cum... every spurt filling me, plusing and searing hot... until the overflow ran out. I felt launched, my soul hovering in mid air. It took me a bit to come back to reality.

Sean gently lowered my legs then slumped against me, panting hard. He looked so sexy all covered in passion's sweat. It was a pretty good workout for a guy his age. It was a pretty good workout for me too! He was still on top, but most of his weight was on his elbows as he cupped my head and kissed my whole face.

Best of all he didn't pull out immediately, so I was able to squeeze him with my inner muscles now and then, relieving every last ache of my climax. His cock grew softer but still filled me well. I was embarrassed that my climax might have been heard all the way to the courtyard, but Sean seemed highly entertained, maybe even a little proud.

Once we caught our breath, he slid beside me and tugged me close, spoon fashion with my back tucked again to his warm chest. Which is where I spent the rest of the night. I did try to leave around 3 am, thinking to avoid an awkward morning, but Sean had other ideas. He caught my hair just as I was sneaking out of bed, gently tugging me back to his side. Half asleep, he mumbled something about feeding me breakfast if I stayed, so I did. I really didn't want to leave anyway.

I awoke to find my panties and dress neatly lain on the chair, the sounds of the shower running and a whistled tune. It was an oldie... "Strangers in the Night"...I'll never forget it. To some it might sound corny, but I happen to adore romantic music, and the older the better. I got the second shower, a wonderful breakfast of croissants and coffee on his balcony...and a delightfully sweet kiss before he left for his destination.

I still fantasize to get through those first few moments of flight, often about total strangers on board, but more often than not I remember Sean. My own stranger in the night...twice my age, married or not... never to be forgotten.

****Special thanks to my editor, Scarlett~, for her encouragement, support and honesty in all things. I'd have been lost without her!