The Tour Ch. 2byHSWriter©
I glanced at my watch quickly. The god damned plane was now 25 minutes late. I just sat there, at gate 24C, looking as if I had an attitude. At that time of night, Ft. Lauderdale International Airport was dead. It was the perfect time for incredibly huge superstars to travel. And I had three of those on hand. A row of chairs away from me, Britney had dawned her headphones and was laying across three seats. I admired her firm body. Sitting a few seats to my right, Jessica Simpson painted her nails, humming to herself the tunes which she had sung for 45,000 people only hours ago.
ehind me, somewhat out of sight, Christina Aguilera sat reading a magazine. As I turned my head to look at her, I noticed that she reading was of Cosmopolitan. I had never known any three people more famous, more beautiful, more youthful, than these three who sat with me in patient anticipation of our private jet which would whisk us away to our next destination.
As I sat there, staring off into space, I realized that even though these three, gorgeous young women were superstars, they were still regular, everyday teenage girls. They worried about insignificant and trivial problems, and they were exited by instances of even less significant. To them, everything was "soooo sweet" and "sooo cute". I kept pondering the events between myself and Britney. To me, it was a heavenly handjob. What was it to her, though? Was it a case of puppy love? Would she become attached? I was considering calling Bob Mason and asking him for another assignment. I thought that maybe a sexual relationship with one (or more) of these girls could cause more trouble then their already hectic teenage lives could handle.
Should I quit? I sat there, silently contemplating all of the options. I would probably never get another shot like this to direct a huge tour like this one. Was it worth it to give up a chance like this? 'Of course not', I thought as Jessica stood and stretched out, her luscious curves accented by the bending of her body. It was right then and there that I decided that I was going to stick with the tour, and I was going to have any sex that was offered to me by these girls. Because I was young, and I had the rest of my life to be a boring, average American. I was going to live.
"The plane is here." Christina announced. The three girls all stood, almost in unison, and walked to the double glass door which lead out onto the tarmac. I slowly stood and followed behind them. As I followed them out to the plane, I admired the way their cute little teenaged asses waggled back and forth as they walked. It was the sexiest thing about young girls.
We finally reached the plane. It was dark, and it wasn't until we were close to it that I got a really good look at it. It was a huge, quad engine 777. The exterior had been painted with our tour logo. I followed the girls up the stairs and into the plane. There, we were met by the captain. He introduced himself as Rob. This was all fine and dandy. He even had a good excuse for being late.
After Rob informed me that we would be taking off in ten minutes, he returned to the cockpit. I went to the rear of the plane. The first room I entered resembled a living room. There were three leather couches all facing a 32" TV well equipped with a DVD player and a VCR. To the side of the room was a small bar, well stocked with liquor. As I moved to the back, there was a wide corridor, with two doors on each side. Each door represented a room. This plane had been specially revamped on the interior for this tour, it was only customary.
At the end of the corridor was a large bathroom with a three person shower and a hot tub. I laughed lightly to myself as I realized the incredibly unnecessary luxury of this plane. But, I knew that it was Bob Mason's way. It was how he liked to treat his stars. That may have been one of the reasons why his young company had grown so quickly and become so successful.
I entered the second room on the right. It was the only one without a gold star. And as soon as I opened the door, I knew why. It was plain, even somewhat bland. I wasn't shocked. There was a single bed with a small nightstand and a cheap alarm clock which was 20 minutes slow. There was a chair and a table in the corner across from the bed which was for work. For now, I would use it to hold my suit case. I set my bag down and sat on the bed, carefully adjusting the alarm clock to the time on my sharp silver Rolex.
I then proceeded to remove my watch and set it on my nightstand. The girls were due to make an appearance in Paris for the International Fashion Conference before we moved on to our next show two days later. I expected to get some sleep on that plane, and it would be easy with a bed instead of a business class reclining seat. I took off my jacket and my tie. I then removed my dress shirt and hung it on a hanger, suspended from the handle of the door. I kicked off my shoes and set them in the corner, under the table.
There was a tall mirror on the back of the door, which I admired myself in. I know, it sounds like a thing only a conceded woman would do, but I did look damn good. I worked out regularly, and I had a chiseled build. I stood there, in my pair of black dress pants and an undershirt. After a moment or two, I exited by room, seeking a stiff drink to remove the stress of running a feature tour. As I exited the room, I was almost trampled by Britney as she emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a white tanktop, under which there was no bra to speak of. She was in the process of tying her blonde hair back into a ponytail.
"Wooah!" I exclaimed, barely escaping getting run down by the young star.
"Excuse me Josh." She said sweetly with a smile. "I'm headed for bed. I need my beauty rest." She finished with a giggle, disappearing into her room. That was the last I saw of her for the night, unfortunately.
I continued on my way to the front room. The TV was now on. As I entered the room, I saw Jessica sitting there on the leather couch in the middle. She was wearing sweat pants and a tight T-shirt, obviously without a bra. Her golden blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail as she watched a late night movie. I didn't pay attention to what was actually on the TV, I couldn't take my eyes off of her hot young body.
"Hey there." I greeted her, walking behind the bar.
"Hi." She replied with a small hint of a sigh.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked politely; meaning nothing by it.
"Sure." She replied.
"Where is Christina?" I asked as I poured us each a glass of the fine wine which had been stored in the small refrigerator under the counter of the bar.
"She went to bed." Jessica replied. "She was really tired.
"Well then, I guess it is just you and me." I said with a smile. I picked up the two glasses and walked over to her. I extended my arm to hand her the glass, but then I stopped, holding the wine just out of her reach. "Wait a minute. How old are you?" I asked jokingly.
She smiled, almost seductively. "I am old enough."
"Hmmm." I sat down next to her and looked up at the TV. There, on the screen was a man and a woman engaged in hot sexual embrace. The man had his face buried deep in the woman's crotch.
"Wow." I said as though I had never seen sex before. "That looks interesting."
Jessica took a long sip of her wine. "She looks like she is enjoying it." She remarked, referring to the way the woman was moaning loudly and bucking her hips hard against the man's face.
I was taken back somewhat. "Yes she does. But this is a movie. Sex like this doesn't exist in real life." I commented, trying to spice up the conversation a little.
"No." She replied. "Sex like that just doesn't happen to you."
I was hurt a little. "Well, can you honestly say that you have ever had that sort of thing done to you?"
"Not really..." She trailed off.
"Trust me." I explained. "I have done that."
"Oh yeah." She urged. I could tell that she was either a little anxious or a little scared. It was probably a mixture of both, though. "How many times?"
"Once." I replied, almost under my breath.
"Well," she kept going, "does that make you an expert?" She gave me a seductive gaze, her deep brown eyes staring directly into my own.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world. I wanted to feel her sweet lips pressed gently against mine. I wanted our tongues to dance together in passion. I wanted to say the right thing. "Maybe." I replied stupidly. At least it seemed stupid when I said it. But, to my surprise, it brought passion and lust into her eyes.
Slowly, and somewhat unsurely, she leaned in, holding her breath and closing her eyes. My body was at the point of melting, and we had not even touched. Instinctively, my eyes closed as our lips met. Her taste was of the finest fruits and her lips of the softest silk. Our lips parted in unison, bringing our tongues together. My tongue danced inside her young mouth, flowing from inner cheek to inner cheek. My tongue stretched for the top of her mouth, and found it. Her tongue worked its own magic on the inside of my mouth. Our tongues then joined together as I reached my strong arm around the small of her back and pulled her body close, her firm breasts connecting naturally with my own pectorals. Her back arched as her lungs spurted a gentle moan.
Our mouths maintained the sweet embrace as my hand gently, almost methodically, moved to her firm, young abdomen. I gently caressed her stomach for a moment, holding back attention from her breasts. She pressed her body into mine hard, her breasts pleading to be massaged by my strong hands. My hand slipped gently underneath her tight, cotton shirt. Moving upward toward my goal, I let my hand brush lightly against her soft skin. Reaching her breast, I took it into my hand and began to massage it gently, tweaking her nipple lightly between my middle and index fingers. Her moans came again from deep within her beautiful young body.
Our lips parted, and our reopened eyes met once again. Her eyes showed fear no more. Her gaze was now of overwhelming passion and lust. I could see the want, the lust and attraction which came directly from deep within one's soul.
She slowly raised her arms, allowing me to remove her shirt. Her eyes never left mine. As I laid her shirt on the floor, I got my first, incredible look at her breasts. They were the most beautiful set of breasts which human eyes had ever seen. I yearned to place my lips on her large pink nipples. I moved my mouth toward the objects of my lust. My lips then gently found her right nipple. Fireworks erupted throughout her as my lips contacted with her soft skin. I gently began to suck her breast into my mouth. What I could get into my mouth never seemed to be enough. Her back arched, her body flooding with extreme pleasure as I flicked her pink nipple with my tongue.
My hand began to again wander, its point of origin, her firm stomach. This time, my hand moved in a southern direction, toward the true essence of her womanhood, toward the thing that separated man from woman, toward the secret treasure which was only accessed by passion and love. My fingers encountered, to my surprise, no gentle wave of pubic hairs. There was only soft skin, the softest of skin. The gentle journey continued for my hand, searching on for that lustful moment when it would touch the inner loins of this young girl's sexuality.
I raised my head, kissing her full on the lips again as my hand finally reached it's destination. My fingers gently strolled the length of her slit, all the way down, then rubbing her asshole gently. Then, via a 180 degree shift in direction, my fingers moved back up her slit until they contacted with her rock hard clit. My fingers, now slick with her juices, rubbed her clit gently, causing moan after moan to escape from her sweet mouth. Our eyes met again. Her eyes begged me to reenact the scene we had witnessed on the television. She wanted to feel what the woman felt, she wanted me to be the man, and how her the road to an unbelievably powerful orgasm.
Our eyes parted, my head lowering as I slid my body off of the couch and onto the floor. I kneeled there, on the floor, as my fingers hooked beneath the elastic band of her sweatpants, pulling them down slowly. She raised her bottom from the leather, allowing her sweatpants to be pulled to her ankles and removed. Tossing the sweatpants aside, I returned my gaze to her pussy, hidden by her white, cotton panties. I leaned my head forward, diving at her womanhood; my hands gently pushing her legs apart. I found no resistance in her, she wanted me to work magic on her. She wanted me to taste her and make her scream for more.
I placed my mouth on her wet, pantied crotch, and ran my tongue along the cotton. She gasped, trying to maintain her breath, but she failed, her chest heaving as she panted. I reached my arm around the small of her back and pulled her up, lifting her bottom from the leather again. I hooked my fingers under the elastic band inside the cotton of her panties and slowly removed them, pushing them all the way down to her ankles, allowing her to kick them off and away onto the floor.
My lips then gently found her slit as I replaced her ass onto the leather. Her body lurched with pleasure as my tongue flicked against her exposed clit. I ran my tongue gently against her clit, over and over, filling her with pleasure and passion. Her moans couldn't be stopped, her breath couldn't be replenished. Her body became stiff, her young muscles tightening as her body prepared to erupt. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips, darting it into her womanhood. Her body could hold the rush in no longer, her pussy erupted, filling my mouth with the sweetest nectar, from the sweetest cunt in the history of woman. Her juices flowed in a river which rivaled the Nile at high tide. I would let not even a drop escape my mouth. I drank her in, I drank in her lust, her pleasure, her moans, her violent erotic convulsions, her loss of breath. I drank in the experience and joy of bringing her to a powerful orgasm, possibly more powerful than any other orgasm in her young life.
I pulled my head back as her orgasm subsided. Her eyes reopened. Her gaze was now more of gratitude and passion than of lust and passion. I knew, right then and there, that the orgasm she had just experienced was the orgasm of a lifetime for her.
I now noticed that my cock was throbbing, needing some of the action. I had previously not even noticed my own arousal. I had been engulfed in pleasing her. Now, I was the one who needed to be pleased. Her eyes told me that she knew what I wanted. She wanted it to. She wanted me to fuck her, like no one had ever fucked her before in her life, right there on the leather couch, 30,000 ft above the Atlantic Ocean. I wasn't about to deny her of what she wanted.
I stood, slowly removing my shirt, exposing my firm, muscular upper body. Jessica leaned forward, reaching for my belt. She slowly unhooked my belt and unzipped the zipper. Before I could protest, even if I wanted to protest, my pants and briefs were at my ankles, and my rock hard cock was looking Jessica right in the face. She gently leaned in and kissed my cockhead as I kicked my pants and briefs to the side. My body melted as her tongue ran the length of my cock, soaking all of my nine inches in her starlet saliva. Her lips slowly parted, and my cock was soon within her sweet little mouth, her tongue gently flicking the underside of my manhood. Her mouth was hotter than anything I had ever felt before. She had done this before, I knew it by the way she was professionally sucking my cock.
I stopped her though, before I came, and guided her lips back to my own, kissing her again, ever so gently. Our bodies came together again, my cock gently grazing her inner thigh. We moved, our bodies still melting together, back down to the couch. With my arm again around the small of her back, I laid her down on the leather as my cockhead connected with her soft pussy lips. I laid atop her and pressed my pelvis down slowly, pushing my cock between her pussy lips and deep into her hot teen cunt. I stopped there, almost bottomed out on her. Her chest heaved as she panted. Her eyes begged for more as I slowly began to withdraw my manhood from her depths. When my cock was 3/4 of the way out, I pushed it back in, beginning the pumping method which would eventually bring us both to a hard climax. My cock slammed in an out of her young cunt making a subtle slurping sound. Her pussy was as wet as any pussy which I had ever indulged my cock in. Her hands reached back, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her harder and harder. Her moaning continually got louder and louder. She was now panting harder and harder, her breast moving up and down as her chest heaved. I knew she was close again.
I began to pump harder, my hard cock slamming deep into her womanhood. My pace had now increased to the point where I couldn't fuck any faster. I felt her cunt begin to convulse, trying to suck the life out of my cock. It had begun, there was no turning back now. My balls boiled and my seed rose, filling my cock with hot cum.
"Oohhhhhh Goddddd, Joshhhhhh." She screamed, cumming hard, her juices flowing over my cock powerfully. The height of her climax rivaled the highest peaks of the Himalayas.
"Ohhhhhhh, Christ!" I called out to the heaven's, calling to God almighty. I called out to him in gratefulness, for the orgasm I experienced could only be brought about by the power of God himself. My cock erupted into her, my cum filling her pussy. My cock kept pumping more and more cum, until I felt as if my entire internal source of bodily fluids had been released into this young, sexy woman.
As our orgasms subsided, I rolled off of her, I looked at her. I now saw her as a woman. Before, I had seen her as a cute, energetic young teenager, full of puppy love and innocent lust. Now, she was a mature, sensual woman.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't know where all of this would lead, but I didn't care. I slowly stood and put my arms beneath her, one beneath her knees and the other under the small of her back. I proceeded to pick her up, holding her there in my arms. She looked so innocent there, yet so mature and sensual. I kissed her passionately on the lips, as I had done numerous times in the last few moments. The kiss was deep and hot. This time, our eyes stayed open. Her eyes told the story once again. She wanted more, and I was ready to give it to her, all night long if I had to. I carried her to the second room on the left, her room, and laid her down.
By the time we reached her room, though, she had dozed off. I chuckled lightly. Maybe my intense manliness had worn that little girl out, I thought to myself concededly. I walked slowly back out to the hallway, in the nude, walking toward the front room to retrieve my clothes. I was not surprised to see that we had left the TV on, and the sexy movie was still playing. What the hell, I thought, sitting down on the leather couch, still fully naked.
I sat there, watching, and then, suddenly, Christina's door opened and she stepped out. She wasn't wearing any clothes, her body glistened with sweat. Our eyes met, then my eyes began to wander across her lovely body. She was soaked in sweat. Her pussy was soaked, the small patch of her blonde pubic hair appeared brown because it was wet. She had a gorgeous body, her breasts somewhat smaller than Britney's and Jessica's, but her legs were longer and smoother, and they lead to an ass which looked, from my point of view, to be much tighter. My cock was instantly revitalized, rising slowly to the occasion. Christina began to seductively walk towards where I was sitting.