Loading...I’m Anna, a small-town-librarian, who loves to fly, but I wasn’t always so brave about it. In fact, not too long ago, I began all of my flights with a death-grip on the armrests, praying my head off. This irrational fear led to a bit of fun with George, and several months later…a LOT of fun with Sean.
It all started, one quiet afternoon at the library, which is when I usually do a little personal research on the Internet.
I happened to come across an article on therapy for nervous fliers, so I decided to give it the old college try. The basic idea was to meditate on something (besides eminent death) during take off. MY something, was a tropical Island swim. It felt safe, and was busy enough to occupy all five senses, which the article said was important.
On my next flight, I actually tried this while sitting next to George, the Pharmaceutical salesman. I’d say he was in his mid forties, neatly dressed in a casual suit. With blue eyes, blond curls, and a soft mustache, he was borderline cute with a hint of mischief.
George noticed my eyes squeezed shut and the bottom lip I bit into during take-off. Those first few minutes were always the worst. When I felt him drop a little blue bag in my lap, I realized he thought I was going to puke. At that point, I felt I had to explain just a bit about the swim fantasy.
George looked relieved, but he teased me about “fantasizing”, saying he could do better …perhaps I’d like a swimming partner like Brad Pitt . Naturally, George offered to swim with me too…which for some odd reason was even more of a turn on. I opened one eye to peek at him. George wiggled his eyebrows. I couldn’t help the giggle which bubbled out as I gave him a playful smack with my ticket envelope.
Up until that moment, my heart was pounding so hard that I thought I was going to need that blue bag after all. I took his naughty bait and felt much better…doing George on the beach in front of several half naked celebrities. Thanks George!
George gave my thigh a pat and went back to “reading” his copy of Maximus Booblios. The rest of that flight was uneventful, but for months afterward, George was my favorite fantasy to accompany my little vibrator sessions.
Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me remind you that for 50 hours a week, I succeed as a plausible librarian. Factual and organized Anna. Some would even say I’m “bookish” and apparently a bit shy. Privately, I’m a very naughty wench with a dirty mind. I have a nightstand filled with delightful toys…and an extensive collection of written and visual erotica. Funny how my librarian side can say, “I’m an erotica collector.”…but what I really am is a lady who loves the beauty of sex in all of its forms.
The combination of those things had been a great turn-on for me, but it got even better. Doing George led to further fun, but I had seriously underestimated where it all would lead.
One December afternoon, I headed through a huge Detroit-Metro terminal on the way to my assigned gate. I’d dressed that morning as if meeting a secret lover; sexy black lace undergarments beneath a blue silk pant suit.
My long red curls were loosely pinned up, but I’d left a few tendrils escaping, as if a single tug would release the rest. I painted on dark red lipstick to match my nails, and spritzed on a darker scent than I’d usually wear for daytime. I hoped I was striking a balance between classy lady, and sexy vixen.
Luckily I had allowed myself an extra hour to find that gate, and I arrived with time to spare. With a three hour long flight to Phoenix ahead, I scanned the crowd for the kind of man who revs my engines; one who would work for a fantasy distraction. I guess I should have felt a bit guilty for scanning strangers that way…but I figured no one would be the wiser.
It wasn’t until I was actually boarding, that I spotted him…or more accurately, I smelled him. My first alert was a whiff of fresh air and Stetson.
I traced the scent to an older man who took the seat directly across the aisle from where I’d be sitting. I could hardly believe my luck. I may as well confess now, that I have a thing for guys nearly twice my age. Maybe it’s because they make me feel safe, but it’s a strong theme in all of my fantasies, and yes…my realities as well.
Watching him as he sat down, I noted soft brown eyes, laugh lines and mostly gray hair. He must have been a bit over 50, which was just about perfect. He seemed to be of average height, with a stocky build, but in pretty fair shape for his age. His dark suit coat was worn open and casual. It was impossible to ignore the deliciously coarse gray fuzz, which was visible at the neckline of his matching shirt. All the better for me…I happen to like fuzzy bears.
I was just getting settled into my seat, when this man of my dreams, jumped up to help someone stow an awkward bag, directly over my head. For one full minute his crotch was about six inches from my face. I don’t know what got into me that day. Normally I’d lean away to grant some space, but just this once… it occurred to me that if I leaned ever so slightly toward him, I could have kissed his fly.
Before I could stop myself I was shifting in my seat, just to get an inch or two closer. Nothing more. It would be enough to know I’d secretly gotten that close. Too bad I didn’t foresee that my hair, would then get caught on his coat button. Luckily embarrassment isn’t terminal and I neatly survived the few seconds it took for him to disentangle us. The poor man kept apologizing as if it were HIS fault entirely. I cheerfully assured him it was NOT a big deal, but I was blushing terribly because of what was going through my mind at the time.
As I tightened my seat-belt and leaned back to close my eyes, there was a quick flash of guilt for what I was about to do to him. Then came whispers from my darker half…saying he’d probably love it…if only he knew. I sure wasn’t going to tell him. In a matter of minutes, the plane was taxiing out and I was using him mercilessly in fantasy.
It began with his easy smile, his mouth hovering over mine. My fingers playing in his close cut gray curls. I let the first imaginary kiss travel the scale from gentle to ravishing. It helped that I could still detect the faint musky scent of his cologne. From there the fantasy evolved on it’s own and I was lost in visions of HIM. Under me…over me…behind me, strong and randy.
It was such a busy little distraction that for the first time, I barely noticed the planes ascent. If my hands gripped the armrests on that flight, it was only to keep them from a very improper public display, which might have gotten me arrested.
By the time the plane reached cruising altitude, I thought I was going to need a trip to the in-flight rest room. A few private moments to find some means of release would have been great, but the restrooms were “occupied” for most of the trip. My fingers itched for the tiny lipstick vibrator in my purse. I settled instead, for bit of squirming until the excitement faded. OK, so my panties were damp and my clit was throbbing, but I managed to survive it. I hoped he was thinking nice thoughts of me too. His occasional smiles across the aisle were encouraging.
When we finally landed in sunny Phoenix, I found myself standing to await the usual slow exodus. That’s when my smiling hero stood up behind me and made his first move.
“Hi…I’m Sean.” He grinned and offered a handshake.
Good manners dictated that I turn to meet the gesture. He carried it off quite well, wrapping my hand between both of his, for a few seconds longer than I expected. I was still embarrassed about the tangle I’d caused earlier, so I smiled and sputtered nervously.
“I’m Anna…and buttons aren’t usually a problem.”
Sean reflected a moment, then smiled and said “Really…that’s good to know.”
I had to laugh for so many reasons. The innuendo, the embarrassment of having used this nice guy as a naughty distraction, the irony of him rescuing me from my own hair as well as the fact that this adorable older guy seemed to be flirting with me.
I was one uncomfortable lady for about six seconds, and eternally grateful when Sean gallantly steered the conversation into comfy traveler’s talk. Finally he commented.
“You know, you have beautiful hair…mind if I touch it …again?”
Of course I consented…it was an innocent enough request. I smiled nervously as he deftly pulled three pins from my hair and let it cascade down my back. Then suddenly, Sean captured it. He reverently took a firm fistful of red-riot and brought it to his face. He inhaled slow but fully with his eyes shut, and then let it slide over the palms of his hands.
“Beautiful.” Sean whispered, ” Like liquid fire… you should always wear it down.”
Though the tone was a whispered command, he had tugged my hair playfully as he said it. His eyes were intensely sexy… searching…connecting in ways I can’t begin to explain. I felt like he’d just made love to my hair.
From this short but intensely sensual experience came a crazy thought. I could definitely DO this man and never be sorry. It didn’t matter that he was old enough to be my Dad. I didn’t even care if he was married or had Grandkids somewhere. I think at the time it had been about a year since I’d had sex (with a man), and everything about Sean made me feel ripe and ready to give it a go.
As we exited the plane, we were forced to stand closer than strangers might, and jostled around by passengers collecting their stuff. I swear I felt his masculine appreciation brush against me once or twice. I don’t usually imagine such things. Judging from the feel of it, he liked me a lot.
I had gleaned from conversation that running into him later was a distinct possibility…in fact I planned on it. The conversation had been cut short by the need to exit the plane, and I’d not had a chance to tell him we were staying at the same hotel. Oh how I love secrets.
A scant hour later, settled in my room, I showered and changed into my little black halter-dress for dinner, just in case I ran into my mystery man. Below my balcony was the hotel’s Spanish styled courtyard-café, so I stepped out to take a look. As fate would have it, he was just below me, sipping a drink and perusing the dinner menu.
Sean spotted me almost immediately, and with pleasant surprise his drink-hand paused in mid-air. I sweetly pretended not to notice as he looked me over. Given his vantage point he could probably see more than I intended, but his inspection was a welcome one. Impulsively leaning on the railing, I tilted forward, offering him a generous view of my very best assets.
Being a mid-west gal of Irish decent, I never tan but most guys don’t seem to mind. I was pretty sure that my pale breasts were quite nicely pushed up and nearly spilling out of my dress. His delighted smile was assurance enough.
“So…is there anything good to eat down there?”
His gaze rose to my face as he laughed.
“The possibilities are endless.”
Oh the pictures that conjured! I feigned a moment’s hesitation, disappearing back into my room. I slipped on a pair of strappy black heels and head down to join him.
Dinner was a short affair of a single cocktail followed by fantastic Mexican Cuisine. Lots of finger-food with chocolate coated fruit for desert. Sean was sweetly attentive, a lot of fun…clever and flirty too, which I liked. Finally he swept the small bowl of Tuxedo strawberries off our table and said, “Why don’t we do this on my balcony…there’s bound to be a beautiful sunset tonight.”
I will admit, that as I followed him up those steps, I kept wondering what he meant by “do this on the balcony”. Were we just “doing” dessert? I half expected him to pounce on me as soon as we got to his room. Lord knows I’d teased him plenty during dinner.
Instead he was a gentleman, only kissing my cheek as we entered his room and turned on the lights. He opened the drapes and gestured toward the sliding glass door. Sean caught my nervous glance at the bed as I skirted past it to the balcony. I blushed when he turned a slow smile on me.
Sean was right about the view. We watched the slow descent of the beautiful desert sun as we stood at the railing. His solid chest was a warm wall at my back. Spanish guitar music drifted up from the hotel lobby, as the torches were lit for ambiance in the courtyard. He plucked a plump strawberry from our bowl with slightly exaggerated flourish, and held it just beyond my lips as an offered tease.
I tipped my face toward him…just enough so that he could watch me. I strained for it…licking it first…then taking a gentle bite. I moaned as the berry burst in my mouth. I hadn’t planned on it, but the combination of chocolate and strawberry from his fingers was just too yummy.
Sean shifted behind me as his cock reacted instantly. I felt it surge against my butt, reminding me of the admirable hard-on, he’d sported a few hours ago. He quickly popped the second half of the berry into his mouth and ate it with a guilty smile.
As the sun set fully, we swayed to the music, his arms still wrapped around me from behind, keeping me warm. It felt safe, but romantic too. I was just beginning to think that perhaps being an older gentleman, this was all he was prepared to do. Lucky for me, his hands soon began a torturous dance.
First he tickled my exposed shoulders softly. Then I was sure I felt a soft kiss at the back of my neck. Goosebumps hardened my nipples. He nuzzled my hair with his cheek as I snuggled into him. Slowly he progressed to stroking my ribs, just under my breasts. Finally he grew more brave, his thumbs stole higher, strumming my already pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. Never had my body been so responsive. The reaction was instant as my nipple erections shot up another notch. I took a deep steadying breath.
My panties were soaked already…and I wanted so much more. I ached to feel his power…what he’d be like without polite restraint. It was all I could do to keep from moaning. Instead, I squeezed my thighs together in frustration, realizing a moment too late that he’d feel it where his groin was pressed against my hips.
Turning in his arms, I followed his lead. Effectively, I was trapped by both the railing behind me, and Sean’s warm chest in front. My lips brushed softly against his. He seemed frozen, watching me, struggling with such nobility. The berry sweet scent on his breath made me want more. I nipped his bottom lip.
” If you keep this up I might forget that I’m a gentleman.” he whispered hoarsely.
My only reply was a wicked smile as my eyes drifted shut. I licked at the seam of his lips, slow and hot. His full lips were soft, perfect for nibbling. It was then that I felt the instant change in him…as if I’d unleashed some wonderful beast.
Sean actually growled as he took me in a possessive kiss, which booked no argument. His hands were everywhere, his arms…suddenly bands of steal around me as his tongue probed my mouth. My hands grasped his shirtfront for balance. Sean’s kiss was incredible. He was hot, sweet, masculine, and very dominant. His approach was a bit kinky, just the way I like it.
He nibbled the soft skin of my neck, then along my shoulders. Gently at first, then rougher. He nibble-kissed a path to the soft rounded tops of my breasts, his hands spanning my waist. Delightful shivers went all the way to my pussy. He moved back up to french me passionately.
I leaned into his kisses, my aching breasts squashed against his chest. Tongues dueling. He pulled my hips closer with a single large hand, and his erection pressed against my soft tummy. I almost didn’t notice his free hand reaching the neat little bow at the back of my neck.
I had a moment of panic when I realized his intention. Once untied, the front of my dress would drop, exposing my breasts. I knew where we were headed, but after all… it was just barely dark and we were in full view on the balcony.
Sean wouldn’t budge, he kissed me again hard and deep as he pushed my hands away. I answered his dominance with my best imitation of submission. The only way I could let him do this, was to pretend I had no choice. It was a game I was familiar with. I gripped the bars of the railing behind me…pretending I was bound to it. I imagined myself as his captive, to do with as he wished.
Either Sean was a quick learner or he was familiar with this game too. His expression became harder as he grinned in wicked triumph. Quickly he untied the bow, dropping the top of my dress, fully exposing me to the cool night air, pink nipples erect. He eyed my breasts possessively as he kneaded them, exploring my nipples gently. I arched my back and turned my head away, trembling all over. Sean grasped my chin and turned me to him for a hard kiss.
“No Anna…I want you watch me…see everything I do.”
Amazed, I watched his hands as he pushed my breasts together…and his teeth grazed my tender nipples…first one, then the other, ever so gently. He laved them with his tongue, inflaming me well before drawing each peak into his hot mouth, barely sucking.
“Harder!” I begged in a broken whisper.
Sean half smiled as he complied. The sight of his face tugging on my nipples, was so sweet that I cried out and nearly came from that alone, but Sean was just getting started.
He freed one hand to reach under my dress. Torturous and slow…he worked his hand up my thigh and teased at the edge of my panties. He sucked his way to my neck, nibbled back to my lips. With his tongue stroking mine his fingers stole further, sliding once along my aching crease.
I don’t know why I bothered with a mild protest. Sean knew what I wanted and pushed his thick finger deeper into my pussy, where he found just how wet I really was. Instinctively, my hips thrust with his movements. I let go of the railing behind me to slide cool hands under his shirt and stroke his back. I wanted him inside of me so bad it hurt.
With Sean’s free arm wrapped around me, I melted into his warm embrace. He moved just slightly off center, his hard cock pressing on my thigh. It rubbed against me as he pumped slowly with each finger stroke. I loved the feeling of my softness, pinned against his strength.
His knowing fingers found my weakness, that spot barely inside of me…stroking my moisture to the outer lips, then back in deeper. Sean was really good at this, teasing and building my passion. I sipped his hot kisses; adored his every touch.
Kissing me still, his thumb finally flashed over the swollen nub of my clit. I gasped and nearly bit his tongue. His deep chuckle answered the gasp. Wicked man.
Sean guided me as in a dance, quickly turning around and backing me into the wall opposite the railing. He trapped me gently against the cool brick….his body positioned as before, but now he had both hands free. I was kind of relieved that he wasn’t going to fuck me at the railing, in plain sight of anyone on the patio below. Still, it was amazing that being tentatively trapped as I was, I felt free of guilt for all we were doing.
The wall made it impossible for me to back away (not that I really wanted to). He stepped back just enough so that I could reach between us. He was incredibly hard. I wasted no time in freeing him so that I could stoke his silky length, and tease him with soft touches. I reached under to cup his heavy balls, barely able to contain both in my small hand. This guy was beautifully hung. Who’d have guessed?
His kisses were slow and teasing, nibbles and tiny licks…letting my moans guide him on. We continued exploring with tongues and hands. His hand covered mine over his cock. He squeezed harder and showed me exactly how he liked to be touched. His twitching cock continued growing…to the point where I was a bit intimidated by the size. He wasn’t overly long, but so thick that I could barely close my hand around the shaft. I felt a definite rise in my wet-panty-meter but a tiny spark of fear as well.
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.