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“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Unfortunately, we were told that there is a suspicious package in Terminal 4, so we’re going to be stuck on the tarmac for a while. At this time, there are no estimations, but rest assured, we will be moving as quickly as possible. This does however mean, any connecting flights will be delayed. We ask that you go to our website, click status and look for your connecting flight for the most up to-date information available. We apologize for any inconvenience that this may cause. We thank you for joining us on OneFlight and stand by for additional information.”
I let out a sigh and pull out my phone and go to the website as directed. I scroll through and discover my connecting flight, OF1269 On Time, 8:37pm. I check the current time, 6:58pm. This may still work out for me, it’ll be tight, but at least my flight hasn’t been canceled. I stood up to grab my briefcase from the overhead bin.
“Sir, you need to remain seated at this time,” the attendant informs me.
I sigh again, sit down and hope for the best. I opened the book that I had with me, but hardly cracked open on the flight here. I look over the cover, “Unlocking Your Inner God.” Well, nothing like a how to guide to bore you to death. It only takes a few pages to realize this book is total garbage, that New Age bullshit that causes your brain cells to scream and die a violent death. I realize that the recommendation to read this had to have been a joke. A friend of mine from school had ordered it from $camaZon and had it delivered a few months back and I hadn’t even bothered to even open the package until this trip. There was an included note that simply stated, “To the sex god of the dorm.” I knew that was total bullshit, but I did laugh at the irony. I spent school in the books, only focused on my 4.0. Hell, the only contact I even had with the opposite sex was with Victoria, and that remained in the strictly scholastic kind of way and she’d be the last person to know or my ascent to godhood, which of course was the whole reason she bought this book.
There was that small part of me that wished I had paid her a little more attention. She was at all times going on about her most recent conquest. I’d hush her and tell her to focus on college, which of course she did. You know, if we had actually hooked up, I may not be stuck on the tarmac waiting to get to my sales meeting tomorrow. I lean my head back against the chair, close my eyes and wait for the Captain’s next update.
I hear the tone from the intercom followed by a familiar voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news from the tower, looks like we’re going to be pulling into the terminal in about 30 minutes.”
Good, that’s not too late. I check my phone for updates and my heart sinks when I see that the time is now 8:25pm. “Shit, you have got to be joking!” I hear the sound of something slamming behind me, which causes me to jump in surprise. I look around trying to find out what was happening and I can hear the distinct sound of people fucking in the lavatory. This went on for a good 5 minutes before hearing, “Fuck yea, I’m going to cum”.
Knowing that somebody is blowing their load this very second was a bit of a turn on. So much, in fact, that I started to feel myself grow hard. I quickly open the book and begin reading trying to take my mind of my erection. This is NOT the time or place for that. No more than a minute after that, I hear the door open. Fuck it, I glance backward to see the lucky lady. She has blonde hair with highlights, a tank top with her tits almost on full display, with her tight stomach showing. Her skirt was so short I could almost see her panties. As she began walking up the aisle I turned away and pretended to ignore her. When she was at my side, I looked up and I could see that she had cum in her hair and a few wet spots on her shirt. I quickly turned away, but watched her ass barely covered by her skirt as she walked by. She adjusted her skirt and in doing so revealed that she weren’t wearing any panties.
I felt myself grow hard again, but quickly focused on the book. Now that I’ve read a bit more, I realized maybe it’s not so bad after all.
I hear the tone from the speakers once more, “Uhh ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain once more. There’s been a delay and it looks like we’re still stuck here for another hour or so. If you haven’t already, please log onto our webpage and check the status for your next flights. Again, we’re sorry about this, but we have no control at this time.”
I look at my phone and discover that my flight has been pushed back to tomorrow around noon. I call the number to see if I can reach someone to see if I can get a comped room, but it was to no avail. All rooms are taken at this time due to the amount of cancellations, and I’m more than welcome to discover a cozy place in the airport once we pull into the terminal and take a nap. Looks like I’m gonna be here a while.
I go through my contacts and discover Victoria and begin my text.
Hey
Hey! How are you?
Shitty, stuck on the tarmac in Atlanta.
Seriously? That sucks!
Yea, it really does. What are you up to?
There’s no immediate response, but after a minute…
Victoria! What the hell? Put some clothes on.
I can not, in the shower, can not you see I’m wet?
Yes, I see that. Are you in a hotel?
Yep! In Atlanta.
What were you doing out here?
Remember my friend Marcy? Her wedding is tomorrow night. What are you doing here?
I have a meeting that I’m trying to get to Orlando for an essential meeting, but by the look of it, I’m gonna end up missing it.
Do you have a place to stay?
No, all the fucking hotels are full.
There’s no response. I imagine she’s probably getting out of the shower and drying off at this point.
The Majestic, Room 1069. I’m waiting.
I couldn’t impose, plus I have no idea when I’m even getting off this fucking plane.
The next response shocked me, as I received a picture of two fingers pressed into a cunt.
Victoria! Fuck sake!
There were no more messages from her, but my mind and heart were racing. I dim the screen and occasionally take a quick glance. I could see her pussy lips were light pink and I could just make out a small tuft of red hair poking from the side of her hand.
After about an hour, we finally pulled into the terminal and disembarked.
“Sir, your luggage will be on board your new flight, here’s the ticket and a meal voucher for the inconvenience.”
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically, taking the ticket and voucher.
I sat down in the first chair I could fine and try to relax, but the sound of people snoring and kids crying kept this from happening. Not wanting to pull the phone out in fear that someone may see the last picture sent, I say, “Fuck it, maybe I’ll get some rest there.”
I made my way through the terminal to the transportation hub by baggage claim and found the shuttle sign marked, “The Majestic”. After about 5 minutes, I jumped aboard the shuttle with briefcase and backpack in hand.
I made my way up to the top floor and followed the room signs. I made my way to room 1069 and paused with my fist clinched ready to knock, but I couldn’t. I just turned and started walking toward the elevator instead. I pressed the down button, but then the flood of snores and children fighting came to mind. It was enough to put drive me back to the door, and I knocked a few times.
Seconds later the door swings open and I’m face to face with a very….very naked Victoria.
“Jesus, Vic.”
“Do you want to fuck?”
“No, I just want some sleep,” I respond.
“That’s not going to happen, you would have known that if you saw my last picture.”
“I did see it,” I said with a swallow.
She reached out and took my shirt in her fist and pulled me into the room, slamming the door behind me.
“Fine, if you don’t want me naked, I’ll put some clothes on. Just give me a minute.”
She disappeared into the restroom, “Make yourself comfortable, and you can toss off those stuffy clothes if you want!”
I hear shuffling and groans coming from the restroom.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yea,” she says as she comes out of the bathroom wearing her bridesmaid’s gown and adds, “You can just fuck me in this instead.”
I felt my cock stiffen at her suggestion. The woman with cum in her hair, the pictures of Victoria fingering herself and now her vulgarity has me hornier than I’ve been in a while. I cross my leg over my thigh in an attempt to hide my growing issue.
I haven’t seen her in years, but I swear she is even hotter now than in school. She didn’t bother with heels, but instead, she’s wearing some cute purple flats. The dress was just high enough to see her from the knee. She held the bottom of the gown and spun around slowly. The calves flexed as she took tiny steps around in a circle. The purple satin dress hung loosely from the black sash tied at the waist which accented her waist and hips. I had subconsciously ran my thumb over my cock, before realizing that I was rubbing myself. My eyes continued traveling upward. The dress was tight over her stomach and tits, the fabric cut low, providing visibility of her cleavage. I wiped my middle and index finger over my forehead. The freckles of her chest ran up her neck and down her arms. I shifted in my seat, the fabric of my pants rubbing against my cock. She had one of those faces that looked better without makeup, which she wore way too much of in school. I never wondered of her as sexy before, but she looks astonishing. The only thing that didn’t look natural was the gloss coating her lips. She had the same smile that she did the last time I saw her all those years ago. She wore simple diamond earrings and had her orange-red hair pulled up with a few stray strands falling across her face.
Breaking the silence, I say “Vic, you look amazing.”
“Well thank you!” she says with a curtsy. “You want some pizza? I had some delivered earlier.”
I answer, “Yes, please. I’m fucking starving. Do you have anything to drink by chance?”
She grabs a beer from the fridge and tosses it to me, “It’s none of that nasty craft shit you used to like.”
“What’s wrong with an IPA?” I ask, offended by her response.
“It tastes like puke!” she scrunches her face up and sticks out her tongue making a fake gagging sound.
I laughed and said, “Oh grow up, you obviously lack the sophistication of a refined palate.”
I licked my lips in an exaggerated way and opened the Coors she had tossed to me, which caused it to explode. She collapsed onto the floor in laughter.
I shot up quickly pulling my shirt away from my body, “Fuck! You didn’t need to shake it! Ugh, I don’t even have another shirt to change into.”
Victoria laughed even harder, which caused my face to burn with anger at her unsympathetic response.
“It’s not funny, I’m going to smell like a fucking brewery during tomorrow’s flight.”
“Yes, it is funny. You need to relax. Take your shirt off, we’ll toss it in the wash,” she says as she tilted her head toward a closet.
I sighed and drank what little bit was left in the can before pulling my shirt off, while Victoria lifted herself off the floor.
“Hey! When did you get that tattoo?” she traced her thumb over my stomach.
“I got it a few years ago,” I answered. “I’m still mad at you.”
“Get over it!” Victoria said with a smile. “How low does it go?”
She slid her thumb into my waistband, which caused it to glance against my cock and began pulling my pants out and peaking in. I didn’t pull away, but instead began to laugh.
“Dude! Where’s your underwear?” she said with disgust.
“You’re the one that said you wanted to fuck, you would have seen it anyway.” I said through a belly laugh.
“I know, I just wanted expecting it,” she said, pulling at my pants again. “Shit, it almost goes down to your base.”
“It hurt like a son of a bitch too.”
“I can’t imagine. The one I had was bad enough,” she took a step backward and turned around, lifting her dress just enough to reveal a small butterfly on her right cheek before dropping it back down.
“Don’t be a tease,” I plead.
“You’re the one that told me to put on some clothes! Make up your mind!”
She lifted her skirt higher this time exposing her full ass, shaking it side to side in a little dance. As I watched, I could feel myself stiffening and my mind began to race. I found myself conflicted. One part knowing that we ‘d only been friends and not wanted potentially ruin our friendship, the other part of me, knowing exactly what was gonna happen when she had sent the picture earlier.
She turned around giving me a quick glance of her trimmed pussy and dropped the skirt back down. “How about a game?” she says.
I furrow my brows, confused by the question.
“What do you mean?”
“We both know we’re going to fuck tonight.” My cock tenses with her words, “But, we both try to hold out as long as we can before we fuck.”
“So, we turn each other on to the point where we can’t hold back anymore?”
She nods, “exactly”.
She reaches into my pants again and holds my hard cock, moving her hand side to side, the bottom side of my dick rubs against the fabric of my pants. I jumped at the unexpected feeling and pushed myself into her grip.
“You know, if I knew your cock was this thick in college, we would have already fucked.”
I smiled and said, “And if I knew we would have been in this situation, we would have already fucked.”
She unzipped my pants and passed my cock through the fly, then lowered herself onto her knees and took it into her mouth. When she was satisfied that it was properly lubricated, she pulled her mouth off and took my cock in both hands. Her hands twisted in opposite directions as she slid them up and down my shaft. Her eyes were fixated on her handjob, periodically licking her tongue over the tip, or when she felt too much friction, took me into her mouth to moisten it back up before stroking me some more. She watched the slit of my cock widen along with the swelling of my head as my balls tightened. She stopped stroking, but pushed her hands down to my base. As I relaxed my balls, precum traveled up my shaft and out the slit. She let it collect, listening under the light, before grasping the base of my cock with one hand and using my precum to lubricate my tip as she circled her palm over it. Denying myself from cumming, I pulled away from her.
“Okay, okay, my turn.”
I took Victoria by the hands and led her to the bar. I dropped to my knees and kissed upward from her knee, bringing my head and hands underneath her dress. I could feel the warmth of her cunt at my cheek as I kissed up the soft flesh at the inside of her thighs. When my lips reached the inner fold of her leg, I could feel we wetness against my cheek. I place a few more kisses over her until my lips met hers. I brought my left arm up the inside of her leg and raised it onto my shoulder, giving me unrestricted access to her. I felt her weight shift as she leaned against the counter top and her leg rested at my shoulder. I kissed her a few times, before I took the time to appreciate how gorgeous her pussy was. Her skin was so soft, that apart from the small patch of her ginger mound, she was totally bare, probably waxed. My thumbs ran over her pussy lips, gently pushing her closed as the traveled upward, than spreading her out as they traveled down. She started gyrating her hips as my thumbs continued massaging her, but when I saw strings of her wetness appear as I spread her pussy, my tongue had to be involved. Like a nice wine, I inhaled her scent before dragging my tongue slowly over her opening, to her clit, lifting and starting at the bottom, sliding my tongue over her again and again. She grabbed my head, bringing my mouth over her clit. Taking the hint, I made this my area of focus. I stuck my tongue out and pressed her clit against it as far back as I could, dragging her clit against the length of my tongue and pressed the tip against her clit as I flicked over her. My hands cupping her ass, pulling her against me with more pressure. Every time the tip of my tongue flicked over her, I could feel her thighs quiver against the side of my face. I pushed my finger into her cunt and began fucking her with it. As my finger fucked her, I sucked her clit into my mouth and danced my tongue over it, side to side, side to side until I felt her twitching in a recognizable way.
“Oh God!” she moaned as I watched her clit throbbing and, the lips of her pussy opening and closing quickly and felt her squeeze my finger hard. As I saw her orgasm subside, I slit my finger in and out of her slowly until her squeezes stopped. I brought myself out from under her dress and looked at my finger. It was coated in a thick white foam, I could see the bubbles popping. I watched her eyes widen as I brought my finger into my mouth, sucking her cum from it, and letting it rest on the tip of my tongue. I leaned in to kiss her, when tongues danced with eachother’s for the first time ever. I brought my hand up to her chin as our kiss lingered on.
She whimpered, “I want you to fuck me now.”
My stiff cock throbbed with anticipation.
“Those weren’t the rules,” I said, watching disappointment form on her face. I brought her to the bed and lowered her down onto her back. Lifted her pelvis up as I pushed the gown up, giving me full access to her pussy. I separated her legs and pulled her to the edge. I kicked my shoes and socks off, then finally, undid the hook of my pants, causing them to slide down my legs. I stepped out with one leg and kicked it off to the side with my other and took my cock in hand. I pulled her hood back with two fingers, while my other hand traced the tip of my dick around her clit in circles. I occasionally flicked my head at her entrance, collecting her moisture and then passing it back onto her clit, making it more slippery. I watched her close her eyes and lean her head back. She had to be close again. I pressed the palm of my hand against my pubis and took my cock between my index and middle fingers, than began rubbing that bulge on the upper-bottom side of my cock over her quickly.
“Fuck!” She screamed and I pulled away. I watched per pussy snap open and closed and saw her wetness run from her pussy down to her asshole. As I watched the heaving of her chest slow, she started to sit up.
“Your turn!” she said as she pulled me onto the bed and guided me onto my back.
I slid up the bed a little more and watched her crawl up toward me. When her knees were around my waist, she lifted her skirt and raised her leg, resting it on the other side of my hip. I saw her clit twitch as a clear strand of her juice felt from her and slowly lowered itself onto my cock. She spread her lips open and sat down on my cock. She began to rock against me, pressing and sliding my cock between my stomach and her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I said.
Her dress was down around us, obscuring our view as she continued rocking back and forth, sliding over my cock that was held between her lips. Then, as I released more precum, she began to lift up off me and would only slid down. If felt like I was entering a pussy that had no end.
“Fuck this!” I finally said as I tried to hold off my orgasm.
I tilted her to the side as I slid out from under her and brought her to the edge of the bed. I pressed her chest down against the mattress as I approached behind her. My cock rising and falling with my every heart beat. I lifted her dress up and closed the distance. My cock moments away from entering my best friend. I tilted my pelvis back just enough to enter her without needing to guide myself in. She screamed in pleasure as I slowly pushed my cock into her. I felt my tensed cock release precum into her making her wetter than she already was. With my hands at her hips, I rocked her back and forward onto me, causing my cock in and out, in and out. After a bit, I started thrusting into her as well. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the room with every thrust. Needing more leverage, I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. As I tugged her back toward me, she screamed one last time, and instead of rocking forward she pushed back holding me deep in the throes of ecstasy. I felt her cumming over my cock, milking me, coaxing the cum from me. My cock tightened and began twitching, my head swelling inside her. Not wanting to cum yet, I held on to the pleasure until I could no longer hold back, until finally, my cock began to pulsate. With a little delay on my part, I felt two or three ejaculations deep inside her throbbing pussy before I pulled away, pulling the cum from inside her. My cock continued pulsating and spraying cum all over the back of her purple dress. When I had come down from my orgasm, I collapsed on top of her.
“I think I lost,” I finally said, breathing deeply.
“You didn’t fuck up my gown, did you?” she asked.
“Uhh, I’m sure no one will notice,” I said with an obvious lie.
We both rolled over, giving each other space and I watched her hand disappear into her dress. Moments later, her fingers emerged, glistening in cum. This time, she brought them up to her mouth and sucked them dry. The wondered reminding me of the picture she had sent of her cunt earlier in the day.
“It’s probably a good thing we didn’t hook up in college,” I said with an honest tone.
“Why do you say that?” she asked.
“There’s no way I would have ever been able to finish my courses.”
She just laughed and said, “well, better late than never.”
My phone rang and I got up to grab them from my pants.
I answered, “Hello?”
…..
“You know that friend that I told you about in college?”
….
“Yea, yea, Victoria, well she was in town and since I had nothing else to do, we decided to eat out.”
I watched Victoria smirk, this will be our little secret.
NSFW: yes
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