Loading...Don’t get me wrong; I’d love to visit the States on a holiday, but to have to do it on business is a real chore. I’d been over to Boston once before, about six years ago. Technology meant that it wasn’t really necessary anymore, but for some reason the Company Directors decided that I should be out there in person when the new Server went on-line.
I travelled over on Sunday so that I could be in the office first thing on Monday morning. It was a relatively relaxed journey – I didn’t have to check in until after lunchtime.
Although it was a flight of over seven and a half hours, the time went fairly quickly. They were showing a couple of films I hadn’t seen yet and I had also taken a book with me to read. And when I got bored with both of those, I watched the display of the flight path. The gradual curve that we had taken over the Atlantic suddenly changed as we were put into a holding pattern and made a full 360 degrees turn before continuing on down to the runway. From the angle of approach I could just about make out the hotel that I was supposed to be staying at.
The last time I went through Boston Logan was not long after 9/11 and the security personnel were very jumpy. They were still very careful this time, but more relaxed and as a result within half an hour of landing I was out on the street and getting into a taxi. It was a 50:50 chance that I would get a Bostonian of Irish or Italian descent, this time the badge declared him to be Michael Flaherty. It was a short, but pleasant ride as the driver was one of those who like to chat to his customers.
The Marriott Long Wharf looked just the same as I remembered it. I paid the driver and walked in carrying my own bag (a small one). Although it was only about 6pm, my body clock was still thinking it was five hours later, so I was glad to get into my room and sit down. I really didn’t feel like going out, but I knew that I needed to eat, so I ordered up a pizza from Room Service. They’re so much more prompt in the US. I had hardly got to grips with the TV and its choice of channels when there was a knock on the door. I signed for the food and iced beer and sat down to eat.
I managed to keep myself awake until about 9pm, before getting into bed. Amazingly, I slept until exactly 7am the next morning, just as my alarm was about to go off. This basically allowed me a nice leisurely shower, breakfast and then walk to the Boston office.
The restaurant looks out over the harbour and on a glorious day such as this it looked truly beautiful. As I said, I’d love to go there as a tourist, but this was a business trip.
As it turned out, my work was almost completed in two days, but because of the time difference with the UK, I was going to have to go in again first thing in the morning to make one last test. I went out in the evening to Quincy Market, where I knew that I could get seemingly any nationality of food under the sun. For some reason I fancied the idea of Thai cooking and made for Bangkok Express where I ordered up Satay Kai Chicken. It wasn’t a disappointment. After allowing the meal to digest, I still felt I had a little room and indulged my sweet tooth at Joeys Gelateria.
I stayed out walking around for the rest of the evening before making my way back to the hotel. I had a beer in the bar, but was by now feeling a little tired so made my way to bed.
So, once again I arose at 7am, showered, dressed and then headed downstairs for breakfast.
Having eaten well the night before, I wasn’t particularly hungry – certainly not enough to need a cooked breakfast. So, I decided upon toast, juice and coffee.
They have a toast making machine in the restaurant. You choose your slice of bread and place it on the metal conveyor belt. The bread moves into the works, being heated rapidly, turns and comes back out underneath. I have to be honest; the first time I came across it, I hadn’t got a clue how it worked – but I was fortunate enough to see somebody else using it and simply copied them. The woman who was standing in front of the apparatus looking bemused was older than me, but I couldn’t really be certain by how much. She was dressed in dark grey trousers and matching jacket and she wore her hair fairly short. In her three inch high heeled shoes I would guess that she was around 5′ 10″, or about three inches shorter than I am.
I walked up and said, “Can I help? I know it can be a bit difficult to get the hang of it.”
“Thank goodness! Another English voice! I was dreading having to ask somebody and look daft.”
Face to face I realised that she was probably in her mid-fifties, but that she was still very attractive. I couldn’t help noticing the impressive cleavage that she was displaying in the “V” of her blouse. The suit she was wearing was snug fitting and it looked as though she had very nice curves, but little excess. All this I took in, in a matter of seconds. I got myself back on track as I explained how she could make her toast. I placed my own bread in behind hers and waited for it to arrive.
“Are you with someone,” she asked. “Or shall we sit together and form our own little British enclave?”
“Why not? It would be nice to have company for once.”
We moved to the far side of the restaurant area, next to a window and overlooking the harbour. On a blue-sky day such as this the view was magnificent.
“I’m Janie, by the way,” she said.
“Alex,” I replied. “I’m over here for a few days on business, how about you?”
“I’m on the last leg of a tour of the Company’s offices. I just got in from Dallas late last night. I’ve got a meeting at 11am followed by a lunch. After that I’m supposed to be taken out to the warehouse to be given a guided tour.” She raised her eyebrows to emphasise her lack of interest in the prospect. “Then I’m supposed to have another two meetings tomorrow – morning and afternoon.
“So, what about you? How long are you over here for?” she asked.
“Me? Three days, more or less. I work in IT. I really didn’t need to be here as we can do most things remotely nowadays, but somebody got in a panic and insisted that I came over. To be on the safe side, I’ve got three and a half days to get things right and smooth a few people’s wrinkles.”
We chatted amiably while we ate our breakfasts. Eventually though, I decided that I needed to return to my room to get ready to leave. It was a pleasant interlude and at the time I thought that this was all it was.
The Boston office was a half hour walk from the hotel. I spent the day overseeing the network, tidying up and doing a few favours.
I strolled back to Long Wharf and made my way up to my room on the sixth floor. The television held my interest for no more than thirty minutes and pretty soon I remembered breakfast – and Janie. I wondered if she had returned to the hotel yet and decided to stroll downstairs and see if I could spot her. I wandered around, made a single drink last an eternity in the bar, but by 7pm I was both hungry and convinced that she wasn’t around.
I left the hotel and headed for Quincy Market again. I didn’t really know what I wanted to eat, but in the end walked into the Durgin Park restaurant. I was glad I did; the food was classic American – the portions likewise. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink before deciding on my meal and then ate it where I sat. I had no interest in moving away as the bartender was an absolute riot. He seemed to be able to make almost anybody laugh and keep them amused for hours.
After a few more beers I eventually settled my bill made my way outside. I would have stayed longer, but my body still hadn’t quite adjusted to US time and I had to be up early in the morning again.
I slept soundly and was only awoken by my alarm going off. I got up showered, shaved and got dressed. I was dressed casually again, wearing jeans and an open-necked shirt.
It was another nice day outside, so having loaded my breakfast tray I headed over to the same table that I had been at the previous morning. I’d only been there for five minutes, totally absorbed in the view, when I heard a voice behind me.
“Good morning handsome. I hoped I might see you again.”
I looked round to find Janie standing holding a tray. “Hi,” I said. “Take a seat.”
I was slightly taken aback by the apparent familiarity. It wasn’t something that I’d expect from somebody of only thirty minutes acquaintance. Besides, I’d never considered myself anything more than ordinary.
Before I could stop myself, I said what I was thinking, “I looked around for you yesterday evening, but I didn’t see you.”
I saw that raise of the eyebrows again, indicating her exasperation. “I got caught out. Somebody was holding a dinner party and I was invited. I didn’t know anything about it and everybody assumed that I had been told. I tried to get out of it, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was told that I had no choice as it would leave the party with thirteen people at the table!
“When I got there, I realised that most people were couples, but that there were three unattached men. Actually, two of them were quite dishy, but alas, they weren’t my type. They were each others type, if you get my drift.” A single eyebrow was raised after that comment.
“So, it seemed that I had been paired off with the one remaining single man. Well, I know that I’m no spring chicken at fifty nine, but he must have been seventy and had a Zimmer frame! Well, OK, walking sticks at any rate.”
I was surprised; I really hadn’t figured that Janie was that old. Her face and figure belied her age. I would imagine that most women would sell their souls to look that good at her age. So there was a fourteen year gap between us, but frankly it never even occurred to me. She was somebody that I genuinely enjoyed talking to and being with.
“Worse still,” she continued. “He was so boring! He’d been an accountant all of his life and it was the only thing he could talk about. I don’t think that he’d ever done anything exciting or risky – or even considered it!
“Anyway, I only got back late. I took my make-up off, cleaned my teeth and climbed into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.”
I hadn’t got a word in for a while, but I was happy to listen to her cheerful voice. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Anyway, enough about my day; how was yours?”
“Oh, not too bad, I guess. I almost finished everything, but I’ve got to go back in first thing to finish off. Then I’ll have the rest of the day to myself. I thought I’d do a bit of tourism; perhaps take one of the boat trips around the harbour. I have to go back tomorrow evening on the 7.45 flight, so I’ll have most of the day to enjoy myself.”
“7.45,” she said. “Not the Virgin Atlantic flight?”
“That’s right,” I answered.
“Fantastic! That’s the flight I’m booked on! We can travel together.”
Rather than being surprised by her forwardness, I actually found myself thinking eagerly of the prospect and agreed that we should stick together.
“So, what are you planning to do once you finish work today?” she asked.
“I thought I might do the tourist bit and take a trip on one of the harbour boat tours.”
“I’m envious. I’ve got a long boring day ahead and I’m dreading the possibility of being invited to yet another humdrum dinner party.”
“Why don’t you just turn them down?”
“I tried before, remember? It didn’t work.”
“Well, why don’t you simply tell them that you already have a dinner date?”
Janie’s mouth dropped open and she looked straight at me. “Now there’s an idea – and it would be even better if I was actually telling the truth.” Once again an eyebrow arched. It took me a few seconds to catch on. “That’s if you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen with a woman of my age?”
“No!” I said. “I mean… no I wouldn’t… mind I mean. Hold on…”
I took a deep breath and started again, “Janie, can I invite you out for a meal this evening? I would really like to spend some more time with you.”
At first she smiled at my being flustered, but then her face looked… almost sad? “Oh Alex, thank you. I was teasing a little bit there, because I didn’t think that you would be interested. But you’re serious aren’t you?”
“Of course Janie, nothing would give me greater pleasure. Would 7pm be OK? Shall we meet in the bar?”
I walked away from the restaurant wondering if I was being stupid. Maybe she was simply winding me up? Maybe she wouldn’t bother turning up this evening? After all, she looked a classy woman and I was just a computer geek.
I went off to the office and finished the outstanding work, but then they found a few other tasks for me to complete. So, eventually, I left there later than I had intended – and too late to take the boat trip I had planned. Still, it proved a blessing in disguise as I had the opportunity to do a little shopping. I’d travelled over to the States with enough shirts, underwear and socks for the length of trip (plus an extra day for safety), but I’d only brought two pairs of jeans with me and my jacket was far from suitable for a decent restaurant.
Rather oddly, the first thing that I purchased was a pair of shoes. It’s very unusual for me to find a pair that fit in length and width and still feel comfortable – let alone look smart and fashionable! And the price was pleasantly low as well.
I looked around for trousers and jackets, but walking through one store I came across a Neru suit. I’d often fancied the idea of buying one, but had never gotten around to it. Once again, I was able to find the exact sizes that I wanted and even bought a shirt to match the style.
Back at the hotel, I still had a couple of hours to kill, so I lay down on the bed and switched on the TV. Daytime television in the US is just as bad as in the UK, possibly worse. It wasn’t surprising that I dozed off. Fortunately, I awoke in plenty of time, had a shower and got dressed. I made my way down in the lift at about ten minutes before we were due to meet. Walking through the lobby and into the bar, I started to notice some admiring glances. I have to admit; my reflection in the mirror did look quite good.
I bought a drink at the bar and then walked across to a sofa in a quiet corner. Twenty minutes later, I began to worry that Janie wasn’t coming, but then she strolled in through the doors. She took my breath away; wearing a snug, but not-too-tight black skirt and matching jacket. She walked with confidence on impossibly-high heels and headed straight for me. I stood to greet her and leant forward to kiss her cheek.
Up close, I noticed that Janie wasn’t wearing much make-up, but what she had on was used to great effect.
“I’m so sorry Alex. Like a typical woman, I allowed myself a couple of hours to get ready and still I’m late.”
“Don’t worry. If you start with perfection, it must take time to improve.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that!
Her mouth opened in surprise. “Oh, you silver-tongued smoothy! I’ll begin to think that you’re chatting me up if you carry on like that!” she laughed.
I asked Janie what she would like to drink and then strolled across to the bar to get it. Upon my return, I was able to pay more attention to the way she was dressed. For a start; as she leaned forwards to place her drink on the nearby table, her jacket opened a little revealing that she was only wearing an attractive lace bra beneath. I couldn’t help wondering if the rest of her underwear matched. When she had walked towards me I hadn’t been able to see the back of her legs, but now sitting next to her I could see she was wearing very fine black RHT stockings. Oh, and there was no doubt that they weren’t tights – the telltale signs of suspender straps and clasps were just visible beneath the dark material of her skirt.
To say that I found her incredibly sexy and attractive would have been an understatement. I was glad that the new suit covered the obvious evidence.
“I have to say Alex, you look incredible. You were already good-looking, but when you dress like this you must have women slobbering at your feet.”
I laughed, assuming that she was being her usual amusing self and just harmlessly flirting. We moved into the restaurant and sat down to eat. I honestly can’t remember much about the meal; the time flew by as we talked, both of us flirted outrageously.
Eventually we returned to the bar. After a bottle of wine between us I expected Janie to be a little less steady on those heels, but she was as steady as a rock. But that didn’t stop her taking hold of my arm and squeezing close. We sat down on the sofa again and continued our conversation. My tongue had been loosened and I started saying things that I would never normally do when sober.
“Frankly, I find it hard to believe that any man would prefer a woman in tights rather than stockings.” We had been talking about what attracted men.
“So you prefer stockings then do you?”
“Sure. Especially if they’re as expensive as the ones you’re wearing. I mean, they’re so sheer – they must have cost the earth!”
“Actually they did. I bought them at lunchtime today.” She reddened slightly when she realised that she was admitting that she had bought expensive hosiery for a date with me.
I thought I’d better ease her embarrassment, but my sense of humour went a little further than I had meant it to. I said, “You know what I like most about stockings?”
She shook her head vaguely.
“It’s the Giggle Band.”
“The what?”
“The Giggle Band.”
“What’s that?”
“You know; the dark band at the top.” As I said this I momentarily stroked two fingers on her leg at the place where the stocking top would be, feeling the clasp as I did so.
Janie almost lost the track of the conversation; my hand had clearly had an effect upon her. She licked her lips and said, “So why is it called the Giggle Band?”
“Because once you’re past there, you’re laughing!” I smiled, awaiting her reaction.
She giggled. “You naughty man! You used that joke just so that you could get a feel of my leg.”
It was my turn to go slightly pink, but then she said, “It’s all right. I’m not really cross with you. I quite enjoyed it really. But you’ll have to behave yourself from now on.”
That was going to be very difficult indeed, when all I really wanted to do was take her in my arms and make love to her. We talked and laughed for the rest of the evening, before we decided it was time for bed – our own beds alas.
Janie’s room was on the floor below mine, so I played the gallant gentleman and walked her to her door. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I had been hoping that she would allow me to kiss her. It seemed that she was amenable to the idea, as she turned full on to me and raised he face to look at mine. I leaned in slowly and she didn’t move away, so I gently touched her lips with mine. When I looked, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. I made contact with the soft, warm, sensuous flesh once again and this time added a little pressure. Her mouth opened in response and my tongue slipped in and searched for of hers. My arms enveloped her and pulled her in to my body. My hands roamed up and down her back of their own accord. I couldn’t help myself when they moved further down onto her buttocks. She didn’t object as I kneaded the surprisingly firm flesh through the thin material of her skirt and panties.
The kiss seemed set to last for a long, long time, but then I felt a gentle pushing on my chest and I broke away. We both stood looking at each other, trying to regain our breath and senses.
“Oh Alex,” she said. “I’d really like to invite you in, but I can’t.”
I must have had a slightly hurt look on my face, for she said, “Honestly. I really would like to, but I’ve always lived by rules. I’ve hardly ever kissed on a first date other than a peck on the cheek and what we just did was a lot more than that. I can’t go to bed with a man who I’ve only just met; I’ve been hurt too many times.”
I smiled. “That’s OK Janie. I’m sorry if I went further than you had intended. I’ve had a really great evening. Thank you.” I kissed her lightly on the cheek, winked and turned away. I walked to the lift and pushed the button. I then turned back to look at her. She stood leaning against her door and from where I was it looked as if she was in pain. I blew her kiss and stepped through the doors.
The next morning I found that Janie had beaten me to the restaurant. When I approached she looked a little tired, but still as beautiful.
“Good morning Janie. How are you this morning?”
She smiled wanly. “I’m so sorry Alex,” she said.
“Sorry? What for?”
“Because I wouldn’t let you into my room last night.”
She looked really serious and I couldn’t quite understand why. “You have nothing to apologise for. I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening in the company of a gorgeous woman – who, I might add, turned the heads of virtually every man in the room. It’s me who should be apologising for overstepping the mark when I saw you to your door.”
She looked directly into my eyes and said, “No, you misunderstand. I meant that I was sorry that I didn’t let you into my room. I lay awake all night just thinking about you.”
“Do you want to know something? So did I.” I rose slightly from my seat and leaned over to kiss her. Janie’s lips tasted of the juice she had just consumed and I wanted to kiss her for longer, but decided that this wasn’t the right time or place.
We sat back and continued with our breakfast. Janie tried to get the conversation going again. “So, you didn’t tell me yesterday; did you manage to get out on the boat?”
“No, unfortunately.” I thought for a moment and then said, “Listen, it’s a nice day again, how about we go on a boat together?”
She brightened considerably, a beaming smile lighting her face as she replied, “I’d love to.”
We finished our meal and then went back to our own rooms to pack. We had agreed to check out of the hotel and leave our luggage in their secure storage until we came back later. We met in the lobby and strolled out to where the tour boats docked. We purchased tickets for the 11am departure and then went for a stroll on Long Wharf to kill time. Janie had changed out of the trousers she had worn to breakfast and was now wearing a pleated skirt. She seemed to have a way of swinging her hips that made the material sway in a deliciously sexy manner. The high heels and seams only exacerbated her allure. She wore the same jacket as the previous night, but this time had worn a white blouse beneath.
She slipped her arm through mine as we walked and chatted about nothing much at all. We arrived back at the boat just as they were allowing people to board. Surprisingly, for such a promising day there were few people getting on. In fact, I don’t think anybody came on after us.
There was an upper and a lower deck. Everybody made their way upstairs to make the best of the sunshine and we followed. I allowed Janie to climb the ladder ahead of me and as she climbed I was treated to a close view of her well-toned nylon-clad calves. Just then, a breeze swirled across the deck and made its escape up through the stairway. The effect was uplifting – literally – as the pleated skirt gently ballooned outwards and upwards.
Before Janie could get the skirt back under control, I had been given more than just a short glimpse of what lay hidden beneath; the seamed stockings had a deep lace top to them and were held in place by a pure white, suspender belt. The view lasted for long enough for me to observe that her panties matched the lace pattern and that she wore them over the top of the straps – just the way they should be.
Having pushed the hem back down, Janie turned and said, “I think we had better stay down here.”
We walked across the deck to couple of chairs and sat down.
“I hope nobody saw too much,” she said.
“It’s OK. Nobody else saw anything.” Too late, I realised what I was admitting.
She looked at me and arched that eyebrow again, “Meaning that you saw everything?”
“Um… pretty much, yes.” I decided that being bashful was pointless, so I plunged on, “For what its worth; I thought it was the most gorgeous sight in Boston.”
“I guess that I should take that as a compliment. Did you really like what you saw?”
“Oh yes. You’re legs are absolutely stunning. I mean, they are so well defined, but without being over muscular. How do you manage it?”
“There’s no trick really. I force myself to walk two miles to the station and back every day. I try and maintain a pace that keeps my heart and lungs working a little bit. The result is that I don’t ever feel the need to diet or exercise and, as you said, my legs look pretty good – even if I say so myself.”
“If I had more nerve, I’d ask if I could touch them and find out what they feel like,” I said.
“If that’s what you want, why don’t you do it then?”
I felt as though I was in an erotic dream and that I would wake up before long. I looked around and could see no one else around. The sides of the deck were high enough that the lower halves of our bodies couldn’t be seen and as the boat had been moving for a few minutes, we were well away from prying eyes on the shore.
I looked back down at Janie’s legs and as I did do, she slowly pulled her skirt up higher to reveal the lace tops. I placed my hand on her knee, double checked that there was nobody else around and slid it up the smooth nylon. My heart was beating so fast and seemed so loud that I was sure that she would be able to hear it.
When my hand reached the stocking top, I was surprised at how soft the material felt. I was also fascinated by the firmness of her thigh. She tugged the skirt a little higher to reveal lightly tanned flesh above, inviting me to caress higher. And, as I did so, her legs began to part for me. I looked at Janie’s face; she was looking down at my hand, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her lips were parted. I could hear her panting. She realised I was looking at her and raised her eyes to mine. I kissed her again as my hand slipped the remaining few inches to the crotch of her panties. I could feel the heat of her body before I even made contact. When I did so, Janie broke away from the kiss and gasped.
I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but Janie seemed to enjoy me touching her there. I could feel the outline of her labia through her panties and I slid my fingers along it. When I moved higher up I could make out her clitoris protruding from between the delicate folds. She was making quiet sighing noises and her breathing was quickening.
I took a quick look behind us to make sure that there was still nobody in sight, before I pressed my fingers and rubbed more firmly.
“Ohhhh…” was all she could say. She stopped breathing and gripped my arm. Her whole body shook silently and I understood that she had very quickly reached an orgasm. I took my hand from under her skirt and put my arms around her. I waited until she appeared to have begun to recover and then kissed her passionately again.
When we stopped kissing, we didn’t say anything for some time. I didn’t want to disturb her reverie and waited patiently for her to speak. When she did, it was with a whisper.
“I don’t know what to say Alex. Nobody has ever done that before. Thank you.” She smiled at me and said, “You know, I used to get embarrassed at kissing in public. I can’t believe what we just did. You’re sure that nobody saw us?”
“I don’t think so Janie. For the record, I’ve never done anything like that in public either – but I could get used to the idea!” We both giggled like young lovers.
The boat trip seemed to last for only a few minutes, rather than the ninety promised. When we stepped ashore I think we both had the same thought; if only we were here for another day and could now go straight back to our hotel room. Instead we spent the day wandering around and sight-seeing. Finally, it was time to pick up our luggage from the hotel and grab a taxi to the airport.
Quite often on these evening flights, there are a limited number of passengers. On many occasions it is possible to take one seat in a row that is otherwise unoccupied. This allows the fortunate passenger to stretch out and go to sleep when the lights are extinguished late in the night. We tried to act nonchalantly as we requested seats next to each other and, if possible, in an empty row. The woman at the check-in desk did even better; we were in the centre of the last row and the paired seats by the windows on either side were also clear of people.
As we waited for our flight to be called, we were able to sit and watch aircraft being moved about. Our own was already in place, with the retractable walkway pressed against the entrance. Just in front of this was the stylish nose art – a red-headed woman in a bathing costume and displaying the Union flag. Beneath the row of windows was the airplane’s name; Ruby Tuesday.
We made our way to our seats and stowed our cheap airport purchases in the lockers above. Sitting down next to each other, we fell into talking once more. It seemed as though we never exhausted our supply of topics. Our discussions were only interrupted when the stewardesses came to serve drinks or food. Eventually, the main lights were turned out. Some individual lights remained on, but those closest to us were extinguished.
In the darkness we leaned close in to each other and kissed. When we parted Janie said, “How about a little game?”
“What sort of game?” I asked.
“Truth and Lies.”
“Right, how do you play it then?”
“Well, I tell you something and you have to guess if it’s true or not.”
I didn’t think to ask what the prize for getting it right was, or even the penalty for getting it wrong. Besides, before I could think for too long Janie spoke in a whisper, just next to my ear, “When you did that to me on the boat, you made me so wet that I had to take my knickers off at the first opportunity.”
I turned and looked at her. Of course, she was telling the truth; she had been incredibly wet – but I hadn’t realised that she had removed her panties.
“You’re telling the truth,” I said.
She grinned impishly and told me, “You’re right. What would you like for a prize?”
“I’d like to check for myself.” With that, I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran it all the way up to her pussy. She was still quite moist, but I was delighted to find that she was smoothly shaven. I fondled her for a while until she stopped me and said that it was my turn.
“OK.” But then I stopped, not sure what to say. In a moment of panic, I said the first thing that came into my mind; “I’m wearing thong underpants.”
Janie couldn’t stop giggling. I was worried that she was going to disturb the other passengers. Finally, with tears forming in her eyes, she managed to get out the words, “No way! You’ve got to be lying.”
Oops! I hadn’t thought that one through properly! Of course, when I told her I was telling the truth she demanded proof. I checked around to make sure nobody was likely to see us and unfastened the belt through my jeans. I popped the top button and unzipped them a little way. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and pulled the rear down on the side closest to Janie, revealing the wide waistband and narrow thong disappearing between my cheeks.
I know what you’re thinking; a forty-five year old man wearing a thong? Well, it’s like this; I find them comfortable. They hold my John Thomas nicely in place, but are cool under trousers or jeans.
I went to ‘adjust my dress’ as they say, but Janie put her hand on mine to stop me. Once again she leaned in close to talk, “You get a prize – and so do I.”
I opened my mouth to query this, but then her hand slid beneath mine and wandered inside my flies. Her fingers immediately found my stiffening rod and tried to wrap around it. That was just about enough to fire up the blood and bring my cock full arousal. Janie’s mouth formed an ‘O’.
“What have you been hiding in here? It feels like a monster!”
I thought that at this point discretion would be advisable. The airline staff had supplied us with blankets and I now took mine and quickly covered my lower half with it. Janie ignored my attempts at modesty and was struggling to free my member from my underpants. I knew she had succeeded when I felt the woolly texture of the blanket on its head. She began to rub the length gently.
“I have just got to see this,” she said.
I lifted the edge of the blanket a little bit and said, “Well, if you want to see it you’ll have to look under here.”
Janie misunderstood. I’d meant that she should lift the blanket a little more and peak from the side. Her interpretation was different.
“You unspeakably naughty man!” But she said that this with a wicked grin on her face. She ducked her head down under the blanket and I heard her say, “Hello there. My, you are a big boy aren’t you?”
She didn’t say any more. That was because just then I felt her hot, wet lips enveloping the head of my penis. Anybody passing by would have had no doubt in their mind as to what was going on. The blanket was moving up and down rhythmically as this beautiful woman gave me an unbelievable blowjob. If Janie came quickly on the boat, then I was almost as rapid in reaching my orgasm. Before I realised I was even close, I felt my semen surging up through my cock. It was so rapid that I didn’t have a chance to warn her. At first I though that I was going to spray everywhere, but then I realised that she hadn’t pulled her mouth away, but was actually swallowing it all. I’d never experienced that before.
Janie tucked me away before coming back out from under the blanket. Her eyes were sparkling and she seemed to have a delighted smile on her face. I must have had an inane grin, so I kissed her. I realised that I could taste my own juices when I did so, but I was by now feeling incredibly horny and it merely made me worse.
“It’s my turn.” I threw the blanket across her and realised that I was still undone. I quickly re-fastened my jeans and then dove under. I pushed Janie’s legs apart and headed for her pussy. It was a very difficult position in which to perform cunnilingus, but I persevered for a while. Eventually, frustration took over and I slipped down onto my knees and lifted both of her legs onto my shoulders. Now I was able make better progress.
I had no idea what was happening in the outside world; the blanket was cutting out what little light there was. All I could sense was the warmth of Janie’s legs and the moistness of her pussy, which was dripping with her juices so much that I could feel it running down my chin. Her hips began to buck, throwing the swollen lips against my face. I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me into her. It was only one hand, I think she was biting the other to stop herself from yelling out.
Eventually, she let go of me and I was able to extract myself from beneath the blanket. I sat back in my seat just in time as a Stewardess walked quietly past. She gave us a strange look, but I don’t think that she saw anything. We cuddled up together and sat like that for some time, and then we laid down alongside one another, with the blankets over us.
I thought that we would go to sleep, but I kept thinking about what had happened and I found that my cock was stirring again. My right arm was underneath Janie, while my left arm was wrapped around her waist. I went to move it in order to ease the discomfort in my trousers and shivered as I touched the flesh above her stocking tops.
My hand struggled with the zip and belt buckle, but eventually I managed and then I located the gap in my boxers. My dick felt powerful in my hand – it was so pumped up that it was painful. I moved closer to Janie, putting us in a ‘spoons’ position and felt the engorged length press against her ass cheeks. She seemed to still be dozing and I wondered if it would disturb her if I adjusted a fraction and brought the head down between her legs. I had to move back again slightly in order to do this, but then pressed forwards. I was expecting to rub along the entrance to her vagina, but instead it slid straight in.
Janie let out a sigh. “Ohhhh! You naughty boy! We can’t do this here!” she whispered hoarsely.
“No, of course not, we can’t do this can we?” I whispered back. As I said that I pushed even deeper. “I mean, we can’t fuck on an airplane can we?”
She looked back at me, lust in her eyes. “We’ll get caught.”
“So?”
Her eyes almost had tears falling from them. A few more thrusts and she was hooked. “Well go on then; if you’re going to fuck me do it hard. Make me come.”
I had my own agenda. I was pushing deep and slow and intended to continue that way. I didn’t know how long we could get away with this and I fully expected to be caught by the staff (or another passenger) and told to stop. But I don’t think either of us cared at that point. Maybe it was the altitude, perhaps the build up of sexual tension over the space of twenty four hours, but I don’t think I had ever felt as horny as this in my life. And Janie was responding in a like manner; she had managed to hook her upper leg back over mine, allowing me to reach down to her pussy and rub her clitoris.
Janie’s own hands had wandered up to her breasts and she was squeezing them and pulling at the nipples through her clothes. I wanted to see and feel them myself. My right hand, that had until now been underneath her, was almost asleep but I managed to move it out and was then able to slip it up under her blouse. My fingertips found their way to the back of her bra, only to discover that there was no clasp. I was momentarily confused, but when I moved my left hand away from her crotch and pushed it up her front I discovered where it was fastened.
Trying to maintain my thrusting rhythm meant that I struggled with the hook a little. I was almost at the point of ripping it when Janie pushed her breasts together and it simply popped undone. Her boobs were full and soft and the nipples felt as large as I had imagined them. I started to tease them, although what I actually wanted to do was suckle on them, but lying in this position made that impossible for now.
The additional stimulation had its effect on Janie. She pulled up the edge of the blanket, dragging it off of us and stuffed it in her mouth. I looked down and in the dim light could see my prick disappearing into her. The sight pushed me over the edge and instead of the moving slowly I began to ram hard into her. I didn’t feel her come as I was wrapped up in the throes of my own climax at that point, but I knew that she had.
I pulled the blankets back over us and after recovering for a few minutes dressed myself. Janie had dozed off in the afterglow of her orgasm. I gently pulled her skirt and blouse back down and then drifted off myself.
Light began to seep into the cabin as we raced towards the dawn. People began to awaken and before long the cabin crew were serving coffees and, what was alleged to be a type of breakfast. We sat up and took some caffeine on board to waken ourselves. Afterwards, individually, we made our way to the toilet for a welcome wash and brush up. I couldn’t help thinking about Janie while I was there and decided that while we took a chance that we might be caught having sex out in the open, we would never have been able to fuck in here. Not without a lot of discomfort and considerable risk of permanent injury. I smiled when I thought about that; imagine what would happen if an older couple like us had to call for help when trapped together in an airliner toilet – especially if we were still coupled!
I hadn’t thought ahead to what would happen once we landed. Neither of us had. Would we ever see each other again? The thought began to play on my mind and I realised that I didn’t want to say goodbye to Janie. In fact, the idea of her leaving made me feel like crying. I didn’t say anything to her, because I didn’t know how and I thought she would probably think I was being stupid.
Neither of us spoke very much and because I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t notice.
The plane landed, coming in low over West London and only breaking through the cloud cover at about five thousand feet. We took our time getting off of the plane – in fact I think we were almost the last off. What conversation there was had been about upcoming work and we had both been avoiding talking about our personal selves. We collected our baggage and then made our way down to the Underground, where we boarded a tube train.
Janie was the first to broach the subject we had both been secretly thinking about. “You know Alex; I’ve never had an experience like the last few days. I’ll never forget it, or you.”
“It isn’t exactly common place for me either. I have no idea what made me behave the way I have… except that I feel like I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
My mind was in turmoil, I didn’t know if I should go further, to say what I really meant and to reveal my feelings for her.
“Janie, is there any chance that you might want to see more of me?”
“I bloody well hope so! I want to see every inch of you and I want to see it every day for the rest of my life.” She stopped, her face was aghast that she had said aloud what she had been thinking.
I took a risk, “If I told you that I think that I’ve fallen in love with you, would it put you off? Would you think that I’m weird?”
She turned and looked straight into my face, perhaps searching to make sure that I was being serious. “Do you really? You’re not just saying that to get inside my knickers?”
“No,” I said. “Definitely not.” I leaned closer, “Besides, you aren’t wearing any remember?”
That seemed to break the tension and she smiled a little. I said, “I really love you and I want to be with you. I have no idea what to say or to do now, because I can’t stand the idea of saying goodbye.”
I could see a glistening forming in the corner of her eyes. “Why couldn’t I have met you forty years ago?”
“Er… I would only have been five then!”
Janie laughed. “You know what I mean,” she said and nudged me in the ribs.
“So, what are we going to do about it?”
“Do you think that you could stand living with a fifty nine year old woman, who’s somewhat set in her ways?”
“I don’t know, but I think it would be fun to find out.” I thought for a moment then continued, “You live in West London and I live in the East. Perhaps we should ease ourselves into this gradually. Maybe spend the weekends together to begin with.”
“You don’t want to see me every day?”
“I’d move in today if you asked me to. But, I want to give you the chance to back out. Just in case you feel you’ve made a mistake and I’m not the right person for you.”
“You are soooo sensible! Are you sure that it’s not more of a case that you want to leave your own options open?”
“In case you haven’t guessed, I’m totally hooked on you. I will do anything that you tell me to. I’ll even stop being sensible.”
“Good. In that case, you’re coming straight home with me, where we’re going to have a nice hot shower and then we’re going to bed. We’re going to make love again and again until we’re exhausted and fall asleep. When we finally wake up, we’ll eat and drink and do it all over again.”
“I’m not exactly unfit, but I may not be able to perform up to your expectations you know,” I said.
“Don’t you worry Alex; I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to encourage you. Anything. Anything at all.”
I had no idea what Janie meant, but my cock was already starting to respond.