A Layover In Spain

The flight over from France wasn’t too bad but it was just the first leg of my journey home. It wasn’t easy to get the airline to agree to my strange stopover request without doubling my ticket price. I guess the recession has made them more flexible with flight schedules.

So, there I was, standing in the Spanish airport with 17.5 hours to kill on a crazy whim to maybe meet a woman I’d never even spoken to on the phone, let alone met in person. But, then, life is about taking chances, right? And you seemed like a good chance to take.

We were being silly and decided not to name a place but to just try to find each other wandering through a busy airport. Madness.

I walked through bookstores and cafes. I checked out the stands for the hotels, thinking that would be a naughty place to meet me. I went to the lost and found, the missing children area, the security desk. I thought I saw your ass and your hair on a woman but when I approached and tapped her on the shoulder – she definitely wasn’t you, though she smiled at me.

I was certain that this was going to turn out to be a giant bust. That I’d given up a day to hang out in a Spanish airport or, worse, an airport hotel, by myself. I wished I had a deck of cards.

But then I got a funny feeling as I was walking over to the taxi stand. I turned around and there I was staring into the eyes of a woman across a crowd of people who could only be you. It could only be you because my heart was pounding like it would pop out of my chest. And I could see that you were affected in the same way. We smiled at each other. You because you were being naughty and trailing me so that I wouldn’t get away but I wouldn’t find you either – not till you wanted me to. And me because of a profound sense of relief and, well, arousal. This might just happen and you were more beautiful in person.

As I stood there you walked through the crowd, never taking your eyes off of me, always smiling. You reached me, took my hand and kissed me on the mouth in a way that melted me. At that moment I would have followed you onto the runway.

Luckily you had other plans and led me not to my certain death but instead to a waiting cab. We climbed in and the driver seemed to know where he was going. I started to speak but you put your finger to my lips, then you unzipped my pants and took my cock in your hand.

I looked at the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror but he was being very disciplined and never looked back. Not even when you went down on my cock with your beautiful lips and tongue, swallowing me whole. But by then I wasn’t paying attention anyway, my eyes were rolled back into my head.

You weren’t kidding when you said you were talented with your mouth, even at 60km/h you had me on the brink of an orgasm in under two minutes and it took all my focus to not cum in your mouth. But then you got both your hands in on the action, one of them cupping my balls, the other following your mouth up and down my shaft with a swirl and that was that. I came in that cab and left my fingernail marks in the door handle as I gripped it and struggled to keep in what wanted to be a very loud moan of ecstasy. And you took in every drop, then tucked my cock away and sat up to give me a soft, warm kiss. You whispered in my ear: “so that you won’t be distracted over dinner. And as a preview.” My cock might have been shrinking by my heart was still pounding.

You took me to a beautiful tapas restaurant and I paid (and tipped handsomely) the cabbie. Inside was equally beautiful and the food and red wine were to die for. You knew just what to order. It was like sex in my mouth. You had planned a full sensual experience for us, covering every sense it seemed, including the intellect. I was charmed by your wit as much as by your oral talents and your easy laugh.

I’ve always thought that Tapas meals, with their small bits, was about the details – this flavour, that texture. And my time with you seemed to be exactly the same. I reveled in the curve of your eyes, the shape of your bottom lip, the texture of the skin on your ears. Just as I smelled the earthy bouquet of the wine, I smelled the natural perfume of your hair and how it differed from that of your skin. I wanted to taste and know your every bit, each on its own, as well as part of your totality.

Dinner ended and we walked hand in hand to your apartment. It felt so luxurious and slow, even though I had to be back at the airport in 12 hours. For now we pretended, enjoyed the leisure of this Tapas Moment that we’d chosen off of the tray.

You had a cute apartment but you led me straight to the bedroom where there was more wine waiting, along with two glasses. Even though it was hot, we lit two candles and closed the drapes.

The two of us stood facing each other in the middle of the room, smiling, anxious for the next course, sipping our wine. With a light finger I slid a strap of your dress off of your shoulder. You took my wine from my hand and indicated to my shirt with a nod of your head. I obeyed, pulling it over my head. Then you took a sip of wine and passed me both glasses. With your hands free, you slipped your other strap off of your shoulder and wriggled your dress down to the floor.

I’d seen your body in photos, in your sassy lingerie, but live and in person was another thing entirely. It made my heart pound till I thought it might crack a rib. By the shiver that passed up your body, I think maybe you felt the same.

But if you were nervous or anxious it wasn’t at all apparent by your manner. For you just leaned into me, gave me a kiss and passed to me your sip of red wine. It was like you were giving me your blood, your life, it felt that intense; and we passed it back and forth to each other until it was gone and we were left licking each other’s lips to get what was left.

And I was so distracted by our sharing of the wine that I didn’t even notice that you had unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. It was only when they fell to the floor and I felt the breeze blowing over my legs that I clued in. I stepped out of the pile of clothes and into your arms and we danced a slow tango around the room, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes.

Feeling like I owed you one from the cab ride to the restaurant, I pushed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. I was looking forward to exploring every inch of your body and I did it now with the enthusiasm of a mountain climber or a spelunker who has discovered a new range of mountains or a deep, mysterious cave.

You closed your eyes, arms above your head, and hummed the most beautiful tune as my hands wandered over your body. I wish I could name that song because it haunts me still. And at the time that song set my rhythm as I stroked and kissed your shoulders and collar bones, your cheeks and ears, working my way down to your breasts where I removed your bra. The music continued as I took each of your breasts in my mouth, tasting their rosebud tips.

It was only when I reached your pelvis that the song hitched, as you took in a sharp inhale of breath when my tongue traced the inside of your pelvis down to your thighs. Then I found your hands on my head, stroking my hair, my cheeks and neck.

I lightly lifted the top edges of your black panties and slid them down over your thighs, following behind with my tongue and soft kisses. The smooth skin of your legs was like silk against my tongue, though there was a light layer of sweat that made them salty. Soon I was down at your feet, and gladly kissed and sucked on each of your pretty toes as I peeled your panties off the final inches and let them fall to the floor.

Now I worked my way back up towards your beautiful smooth pussy. Again your breath hitched in your throat because you knew where I was headed and the anticipation was almost as hot as my tongue would be.

Up your shins, around your knees, tracing the inside of each thigh – all the while, my hands navigated the curves of your body, tracing a circuit from your round ass, over your hips and belly, back up to your breasts. I only wished that I could touch it all at the same time; that my hands were like a sensual liquid with a thousand nerve endings that could cover your entire body.

Finally I reached the place where your legs met in warmth and dampness. I could feel the humidity of your pussy warming my face and filling my nostrils. Your hands were gripping my hair tightly as I brought my face close to you and flicked my tongue lightly over your outer lips. A small chirp escaped your lips and made me think of an exotic bird seeing the sun at dawn. Wanting to encourage that song I ran the tip of my tongue up and down over your outer lips, wetting them with my saliva until they were slick and tasted salty from your juices. Then I slid my tongue deeper to caress your inner lips, stroking them. And finally I pushed my tongue all the way inside you as you lifted you legs and set them upon my back, encouraging me to bury my face deeper into your wetness.

Your passion made me hotter as I fucked you with my tongue, sliding it as far inside of you as I could. My arms were wrapped under and around your legs and my hands stroked your belly. Inside my pants I was so hard that it was hurting and I wanted more than anything to be inside you.

You must have read my mind because you breathlessly demanded that I give you my cock. I was only too happy to oblige. I stood and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor as you stroked your pussy and licked your lips. Then I climbed on the bed, straddling you and bringing my hard cock over your mouth. You grabbed at it hungrily, swallowing it like someone lost in the desert drinks a glass of water. My body convulsed with the wave of pleasure that coursed in a wave emanating from my cock to my toes and then up my spine to my tingling scalp. I had to lean forward on my hands to steady myself.

But while I loved fucking your beautiful mouth, I wanted more than anything to be inside your pussy and so I reluctantly pulled myself out of you. I climbed off the bed now and pulled your ass to the edge, legs over my arms. I brought my pelvis towards you and let the tip of my cock brush against your pussy lips, watching you shiver with each moment of contact. With your wetness making the tip of my cock I pushed it inside of you, letting each millimeter experience you before I pushed forward the next one. Soon the whole head of my cock was inside of you and we were both hyperventilating. Then bit by bit, I buried my shaft inside of you until I’d fully disappeared and my hips were pressed against yours.

Once I was all the way inside of you, we paused, allowing ourselves to experience the never to be repeated pleasure of the first time we were interpenetrated. You bit your lower lip and stared into my eyes as I struggled to control my breathing and stared into yours. Somehow it seemed like an hour and, at the same time, only a few seconds as I slowly drew myself back and out of you – all the way to the very tip – before plunging back into you. This time as I was fully engulfed by you I wound my hips against you and you let out that same chirp I’d heard before. I leaned forward on top of you so that I could feel your breasts against my chest and your lips on mine while I was inside of you. It was the closest we would get to the liquid I imagined myself becoming and feeling you all at once.

As I slid myself in and out of you it was slow at first, enjoying every inch of the experience. But soon we picked up speed. Our bodies began to slap together and you placed your arms on my shoulders. Now the bed was rocking and you were cursing in English and Spanish, demanding I fuck your hot pussy. I was moaning with the overwhelming sensation that filled my whole being and that drew my balls up tight against me. Then even words left you and you whimpered, shaking your head from side-to-side as I pumped you at full speed. You could feel the orgasm rising in you and your back was rising from the bed.

Suddenly you went over the edge and, like an electric surge, it pushed you upright so that you wrapped your arms around my neck and buried your tongue in my mouth. Your orgasm then pushed me over edge and I cursed loudly as I pushed myself as deep inside you as I could and felt everything in my balls emptying out inside of you. Convulsion after convulsion wracked both of our bodies and I fell on to the bed on top of you as we wound our legs around each other and kissed and moaned all at the same time.

Soon the full explosion of the climax had passed and we lay, twitching with aftershocks, in each other’s arms, kissing and sucking tongues. We whispered to each other how hot the experience was and then drifted off to sleep.

Night Shift

God, sometimes I wonder why I do the things I do. Agreeing to accept this overnight catering gig was a favour to my friend but now I just wanted to end my friendship. The deal was this: show up, set up a self-serve dinner buffet for a group of lawyers engaged in intense negotiations on behalf of some company and then sit around all night and be at their beck and call. It seemed easy enough and the cash they were going to pay me was brilliant. And, if you’re going to be a writer in this world, you gotta be prepared to accept stupid gigs like this to fill the gaps.
So, that’s what I was doing, filling gaps. And it was hell. The lawyers were pre-occupied with the minutiae of some book length contract, with precise definitions of terms. Eavesdropping on their conversations was more boring than staring at the wall or counting the hairs on my arm. Unfortunately, staring at the wall was precisely what I was doing. I was supposed to be at the lawyers’ beck and call, except that they weren’t calling. I think I ate more of the plentiful food than they did. And I stared at the wall. I brought along my laptop to get some work done but foolishly I forgot my power cord at home and by eleven o’clock at night I was out of juice.
So, I walked over to the counter where all the support workers were making changes to documents, printing them out and running them over to the lawyers. Of course they were almost exclusively women – just like the banker-lawyer dudes were almost exclusively men. This place was jam-packed with computers, somebody must have a plug for an Apple laptop. A 20-something woman, dressed hot like she should have been in a nightclub smiled as I approached.
“Hi, I was just wondering if you had a plug for my laptop,” I asked her. “I’m completely out of fuel.”
She smiled and I melted looking at her perfect lips and her very present breasts in a top cut way too low for midnight in a business office. “This is a financial services company, Macs are banned.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Capitalism hates creativity.”
She winked and nodded.
From one of the cubicles behind her a female computer geek held up a Mac power cord.
“You rock,” I told her as she stood and walked towards me. “Thank you so much, I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t have any way of doing work.”
“I know,” she said and crinkled her nose. “I go crazy if I don’t have my laptop.”
The club girl laughed at the geek. “You are a total nerd.”
The geek shrugged and laughed off the comment. “You got tits, I got brains. Which do you think will sag first?”
I just about fell over at that. Even club girl had to let out a big guffaw. She turned to the other people squirreling away at work behind her.
“Did you hear that?” she asked and then repeated the joke to them. More laughter. Then she turned back to me. “Well, you got what you wanted, it shouldn’t be too bad a night.”
“If I got what I really wanted, I wouldn’t be sitting here serving coffee to lawyers.”
“Oh, lawyers aren’t so bad,” club girl chided me.
The geek rolled her eyes. “They’re Satan,” she corrected.
“I have to agree with her,” I said.
The club girl smacked my arm lightly and laughed. “Well, maybe it won’t be such a bad night. Just keep an open mind.” Then she gave me a little wink and turned back to her duties.
That was flirty, I thought and walked back to the lounge.
It was a big relief to be able to do something other than read the outdated news magazines that were spread around the room. But it seemed that no sooner had I settled in than it was time for me to lay on their snacks.
In the kitchen was enough food for three brigades of overweight executive-types and there wasn’t even one brigade in the house. A lot of food was going to go to wasted. But it was my job to heat up trays of hors d’oeuvres and set them out for the law guys to munch on every couple of hours. It was a difficult thing to maneuver because it was a very small kitchen with not a lot of counter space. In the middle of the room was a low cart with shelves. It helped but only a bit.
I stood at the toaster oven, staring at it as it counted down the time to toasting the mini spanakopitas inside. It’s true how time slows when you count the seconds. I’d already arranged the vegetable crudités and creamy ranch dressing in a bowl, what else was I to do.
Behind me I heard the door open and the geek girl walked into the room.
“Oh, hey,” I said. “Hungry? There’s tons to eat.”
She just smiled and turned back to the door. She took the little rubber wedge and jammed it under the door, so that it was sealed shut.
“Would you like a little revenge?” she asked and her eyes twinkled behind her glasses.
“On the lawyers or my friend who got me this gig?”
“The lawyers. A little proletarian insurgency.”
“Hell, yeah.” I was really starting to like geek girl. Behind the conservative outfit was a bit of a firebrand.
But I tell you I was completely taken by surprise when she walked over and stuck her hand down my pants. I didn’t even get a boner I was so shocked. Who does that? I swear to you in all the many completely random sex acts that I’ve been involved, nothing like this has ever happened. They’ve almost all been planned beforehand, over the internet.
Of course I wasn’t thinking exactly these thoughts right at that moment because I had a woman stroking my cock and sucking on my tongue. I had to grab the counter to steady myself.
I pushed her back a bit. “Is this usual? You know, with caterers.”
She shrugged in a way that was completely adorable as she continued to stroke my cock. “Would you still want to fuck if it was?”
Now that we were closer I could see that while she didn’t dress like a hoochy-mama, she was no slack in the woman department. She had curved and smallish, perky breasts underneath her blouse. And while her glasses were too big for her face, as soon as she took them off you could see the lovely curve of her jaw and her full lips.
“Yeah. I respect you more if it’s what you do to survive this place.”
“Good,” she said and went down on her knees and undid my pants. I feel confident saying that she gave me the best blow job any geek ever has. I don’t know where she learned it but that woman could take my cock all the way down her throat without even wincing. And she had her little finger slick and in my ass quicker than anything as her other hand swirled around my shaft and balls, following her mouth up and down. I had to grab the counter to keep myself steady, the rush of pleasure was so intense.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “In ten second I’m going to cum in your mouth, so if you want me to fuck you, you need to ease up.”
She took her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me and smiled. Her lips looked even fuller and redder after trying a mouthful of me. “Mmm, I want you to fuck my pussy before you cum.”
Who was I to argue.
She stood up and slowly stripped off her clothes for me as I watched. One button at a time she undid her blouse and let it drift open so that I could see she wore no bra underneath. I was right, her breasts were small and very perky, with her nipples standing firmly at attention. Then she reached around behind her and unzipped her skirt, wriggling it over her ass and down to the floor.
I don’t believe in God but there was a moment, when I saw her curves and her smooth skin that I could only wonder that there must be a supreme creator in the universe. And that supreme creator must have rolled some kind of big motherfucking dice and my name came up with a lucky number seven in the sex department. This woman, in her fruit of the looms, was the hottest woman I have ever…wow. She was hotter than all the sexy thong wearing women I’ve been with. And we were about to connect in that carnal way that was once reserved only for married couples in the dark and in shame. The stupid fuckers.
I don’t remember moving my hands but my clothes were on the floor in about three seconds and Geek Girl was in my arms. I took pleasure in feeling the curve of her back where it met her ass as our tongues probed each others’ mouths. Reaching down between her legs I could feel how wet and slippery she was and my breath caught in my chest every time the skin of our bodies grazed each other. I knew what people meant when they say that there was sparks.
“I want you in my cunt,” she moaned in my ear as I fingered her with one hand and continued to explore that incredible terrain of her body with my other. “We don’t have much time,” she reminded me.
I didn’t hesitate, I wanted her very badly. I could practically feel her heat wrapped around me. I spun her around and bent her over the table, over the crudités and cookies and other sundry tasties. Then I took the tip of my cock and rubbed it against her slippery pussy lips. She inhaled sharply and then pushed herself onto my cock, so that it was buried all the way up to the top of the shaft. With one hand I grabbed her shoulder to push myself deeper and with the other I spread her ass cheeks. I began sliding myself in and out as I licked my index finger, getting it soaking wet and slippery and then lubed up her tight little asshole before sliding it all the way, inch by inch, in to her ass. Geek Girl gasped against and writhed her hips against me.
“God, yes,” she moaned, then demanded: “Another finger.” I obeyed.
Soon I had three fingers in her ass and was giving her my best imitation of double-penetration as she grabbed the table and tried to not knock the snacks on the floor. By now our bodies were slapping together and I was having to concentrate hard on baseball and dirty dishes to keep from blowing my load. Her pussy was so slick and so tight, I could feel it gliding over every inch of my cock, from head to base. My balls were pulled up so tight to my body I thought they might climb right inside.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “I’m going to fucking cum.”
She pulled herself off of me and spun around to stroke and suck my cock. It was about all I could take and I started to convulse with an orgasm. Geek Girl pulled my cock out of her mouth and held the creamy ranch dressing underneath my dick as she stroked and pull all of my cum out of me. And believe me when I say there was a lot. I wanted to stop her, I did. But I was too wracked, too overwhelmed with the orgasm to do anything but shake and spurt as she sucked on my balls.
Finally, I regained control of my senses as she sucked the last drops out of the end of my rapidly shrinking knob.
“Let me finish you too,” I said and pulled her to her feet.
“Oh, you’ve given me all the pleasure I could ask for,” she said. Then she reached into the drawer behind me, took out a spoon and stirred up the creamy ranch dressing.
“I can’t serve that,” I told her.
“You don’t have to,” she replied. “I will.” Then she quickly pulled on her clothes, plopped the dressing bowl back into the middle of the crudite tray and carried it out through the door. As for me, I’m such a pussy I even washed my hands before I served the rest of their snack. I guess I figured they’d had enough body fluids for the night. I did notice that all the other women who worked there were smiling at me. I have the distinct impression that it just happened to be Geek Girl’s turn in an ongoing campaign of underground class struggle. Or should I say ass struggle. I was definitely glad to do my part to change the world. Who says a man’s cock can only meet selfish ends?