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This Flight Tonight

“Damn, fuck and blast it,” Sarah was pissed off and didn’t care who in the airport knew it. She had to fly from New York to LA for a last minute business emergency and had just been bumped from the flight she wanted.

Slamming her overnight case down on the floor she slumped into a chair, crossed her long legs and leant her head back to try and release some of the tension. Now it was a waiting game but the man at the desk had promised he would do his best to get her on the red-eye. Of course, she had fluttered her eyelashes at him rather than lashing at him with the acerbic tongue. The blonde bimbo at the next desk wouldn’t have fared so well she knew, although she was pretty if you liked that kind of thing.

 

Rubbing the back of her neck with a slender hand she caught the eye of the desk guy and gave him a smile. She knew he’d been gazing at the hem of her very short skirt so she shifted slightly in her seat to give him more of a view of her thighs in their sheer tan stockings. Judging by the confused blush he had just noticed the clasp of her suspenders, he dropped his glance back to the desk and shuffled a few papers. Well, Sarah thought, she could entertain herself a little at least. Using both hands she flounced her long dark curls through her fingers which, quite by accident you understand, pushed her breasts forward so the buttons on her crisp white blouse strained against them. She knew he was still looking at her on the sly and didn’t mind providing a show, especially if it got her a good seat on the red eye.

Her mobile sang out, Sarah bent to retrieve it from her bag. Oh great, her boss. She flicked the ‘ignore’ button, maybe her battery had died.

“Excuse me Miss.”

Sarah looked up to see Hot Desk Guy looking down at her. Her smile looked full of hope.

“I managed to get you on the red eye, I couldn’t quite swing First Class but I got you upgraded to Premium Economy if that’s OK?”

“Aww sweetie, that’s so good of you. Thanks.”

“Not a problem Miss. Just come to the desk when the flight’s called and I will sort everything for you.” Sarah admired his ass while he walked back to the desk. Hmm, shame I got that flight she mused.

****

Premium Economy was certainly better than slum class. The seats were just that bit wider and so much more comfy. The menu was better too although it was a bit late to be eating. Sarah took her allocated seat by the window and hoped that the aisle seat would remain free so she could sleep in peace. She hated red eye flights.

Just as she was relaxing in solitude Sarah heard the stewardess guiding someone to the seat next to hers. Damn. Keeping her eyes closed she hoped whoever it was would take the hint and leave her in peace. No tedious small-talk if you please was the vibe she was trying to give off. She felt the person settle into their seat, male she thought. That was definitely after shave and a really nice one too. Turning her head slightly she tried to make out what the face accompanying the scent looked like. Bet it’s some aged old business stiff.

Through her half-open eyes she could make out a shaggy crop of long jet black hair and an almost pretty profile as the obviously-not-a-business-stiff leant his had back against the seat and sighed. Oh boy, maybe she wouldn’t want to ignore this guy. As if by accident she brushed the foot of her crossed leg against him.

“Oh, sorry.” Sarah put on a sincere expression and then lost herself in the most hypnotic golden brown eyes she had ever seen.

“Hey, not a problem.”

She smiled shyly at this gorgeous male specimen that had entered her world and then, as he grinned back, her smile changed from shy to wicked. His appreciative eyes assessed her from her lengthy curls down past her primly buttoned blouse and on to the not so prim skirt and slim thighs. Sarah arched her eyebrow at him and asked,

“Do you approve?”

The man chuckled and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

*****

A couple of drinks later, JD and coke for her black coffee for him, it was like they were old friends. James, or Jay as he asked her to call him, flirted with her outrageously, he was so sexually confident and loved to gently touch her in not quite inappropriate places. So far her had brushed her hair out of her eyes (catching her cheekbone with his feather-light touch), stroked her arm while telling her a funny anecdote about his work and then placed his palm on her thigh by her hemline when confessing he thought she was beautiful. Seeing in her eyes that she didn’t object he slid his forefinger under the hem and his eyes widened in surprise as he encountered the bare flesh above the top of the stockings.

“Oh my,” he sighed. “Stockings are so sexy honey.”

“I know, they feel so much better than god awful tights.”

His finger continued to caress her skin as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“I do have a complaint about your attire.”

“Really?”

“Yes honey, your blouse is buttoned too high.”

Sarah giggled.

“You teasing me honey?” Jay softly blew in her ear. “Just one more, maybe two. Please.”

Sarah loved a man who begged so seductively so reached up to the first button and slid it out of its hole.

“Is that better?”

Jay glanced downwards and shook his head.

“Another, please.”

Sarah ran her finger down the fabric to the next button, incidentally revealing a little cleavage and then released the next button.

“Ahhh, that’s better honey. You have gorgeous tits you know, and I love white lace bras.”

Sarah found herself blushing at the thought he was gazing down her blouse. Jeez, I haven’t blushed involuntarily since High School. What’s this guy doing to me?

“Do your panties match?” His words were like a tropical breeze against her skin making her hot with desire.

“Yes, naturally,” she responded, trying to regain some composure and failing spectacularly.

“I wish I could see you in just your bra and panties. Guess the flight attendant might have a problem with that though.”

“Maybe she’d like to join in,” Sarah giggled, “though I think I’d object to sharing you.”

Jay gave that wicked chuckle again, “there’s lots we can do with our clothes on. Want to play?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” Sarah responded.

*****

Seeing as it was the red eye flight once everyone was fed and settled the stewardess had dimmed the lights and all that could be heard was gentle snores and hushed whispers. Jay pulled the blankets from the seat pocket and draped them over himself and Sarah. They were now in a little cocoon of sexual tension and started to explore ways of releasing themselves from their torment.

Sarah slid her hand over Jay’s torso and found the hem of his black tee. Pushing it upwards her hand glided up his smooth chest until her fingers found his nipple. Pinching it slightly until he gasped she leant over and kissed him on the cheek.

“I bet you wish that was my mouth instead,” she whispered as she exerted a little more pressure and rolled the nub between her thumb and forefinger. Jay just moaned discreetly in response and slowly moved his hand so it was cupping her lace-encased breast.

“Two can play at that game honey.”

“I was hoping so.”

His soft fingers pulled the lace of her bra down so he could play too and Sarah nibbled his ear in appreciation.

“Your move,” he suggested.

Sarah ran her hand back down his body and, deliberately missing his hard bulge, stroked her hand up and down his denim-clad thigh, each time getting closer to where she knew he wanted her but always stopping short.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease you know.” Jay pinched her nipple to make her jump.

“I know, get used to it.”

“Like I said before, two can play this game.”

Sarah shivered a little and the promise behind his words and then sighed in anticipation as his hand moved down to her thigh and slid under her skirt. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin made her jump once more and then she relaxed as her caressed up the outside of her thigh to the edge of her lace panties. Shifting slightly she made sure he could reach as far as he (and she) wanted. He pushed a finger under the lace and Sarah pushed her body towards him, begging silently for more.

“And what do I get honey?”

Sarah capitulated knowing she would have to make the first move and began to unbutton his Levi’s before sliding her hand into his boxers and around his ample erection. Gently stroking him she uncrossed her own legs in obvious invitation.

“So, we both know how turned on I am. Do you want me as much as I want you?”

“Why don’t you find out Jay?”

“I think I will.”

He ran his hand up her inner thigh and slid a finger over the lace fabric between her legs. Sarah knew he’d be able to feel how wet she was even through the fabric.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Well I guess I do turn you on honey.” He gently kissed her neck as he gently slid his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties and between her dripping lips. Rubbing her clit with his thumb Jay slid a finger deep inside her.

“I wish you could get your beautiful soft mouth around my dick but I guess I’m gonna have to settle for a hand job tonight.”

“I could blow your…mind.” Sarah responded and began to expertly tease him with her fingers. “Imagine what my tongue could be doing to you right now if we were anywhere but here.”

“You’re a little slut in bed I bet.”

“Too fuckin’ right Jay. I’d be your slut, your slave, whatever you wanted me to be.”

At that point Sarah had to stop talking and concentrate on breathing. Jay’s fingers were creating sensations in her body that she didn’t experience often. God he was good. He knew exactly how a woman liked to be touched, and then some ways she had never realised were that good.

“Ladies first.”

Sarah gave up the last vestiges of control and, as discretely as possible, pushed herself again and again against Jay’s expert fingers until she shuddered in climax.

“Thank you.”

“I know, I’m such a gentleman aren’t I?”

He kept his fingers inside her panties and continued to stroke her clit while she stroked his dick harder and harder. Jay grabbed a few of the paper napkins left over from dinner with his spare hand and strategically placed them on his body to prevent a mess. This ending was definitely going to be a happy one.

Sarah continued to whisper in his ear about exactly what she would be doing with her mouth if she could. More and more Jay wished they were in a proper bed, alone, naked and her down on her knees like she was describing.

“I’m coming honey,” his whisper was strained with excitement.

“I know you are big boy.”

The climax shuddered through his body and Sarah continued to gently stroke him until his breathing slowed and his body relaxed. She was surprised to realise that he was still fingering her and even more surprised to realise that he was going to make her come again. No man had got her to climax twice in such a short time since, oh, never.

Panting silently and smelling of sex they leaned against each other and enjoyed the closeness of an enjoyable experience. Jay buttoned his jeans while Sarah adjusted her skirt and blouse back to a semblance of propriety.

*****

The stewardess gently tapped Sarah on the shoulder.

“We’re going to be landing in a half hour or so, would you like a drink or something to eat?”

“Sure why not. Thanks.”

Jay was already awake and grinned at her as she got up to go to the restroom. She made sure she rubbed her legs against his as she squeezed past which made him grin more. Returning to her seat a little later Jay was ready and he slid his hand up her skirt as she went past him.

“Naughty boy.”

“Don’t you know it honey.”

Sarah wondered what was going to happen after the flight. She knew he lived in LA, he’d been visiting relatives in New York, and wasn’t sure whether he was even looking for an ‘again’ or if this was just a pleasant distraction for him. Mind you, she didn’t think she could cope with a long-distance relationship with a man like Jay – although the phone sex would probably be excellent.

“Look Jay, I don’t expect anything beyond this flight you know.”

“I guess. It would be fun to play in a bed sometime but New York and LA aren’t exactly just down the road are they?”

Sarah laughed, “no they sure aren’t. Shall we just leave it as a very pleasant distraction then?”

Jay looked at her speculatively. “I gotta go home and I have work to do today but I’m free tonight for a re-run and extended version if you’re interested. No strings, no promises.”

“That sounds delicious, I believe you already know some of what I intend to do to you eh Jay?”

“Just what I was hoping for honey.”

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The Ghost of (Us)

A shiver went down Peter’s spine; he glanced up from the comic book in his hands and noticed how, outside, night had crept up while he read. Stretching his arms high he heard the muscles in his long neck creak and then yelled in alarm as two hands grabbed his and held them tight.

“Shhh, not a word.”

The voice was eerily familiar and Peter first thought his brother had let himself in and wanted to creep him out.

“Hey Andrew you asshole cut it out.”

“I’m not our brother.” It took a while for Peter to compute that remark.

“Andrew’s the only brother I have, damn fucking sure of it.”

The man sniggered into Peter’s ear. “Wanna look in a mirror Peter?”

Still gripping his hands tightly the owner of the familiar voice walked around to face himself. Peter in the chair screamed out.

“What the fuck?” It was him, his face, his mouth, his eyes, everything he saw in the mirror each morning and yet there were differences. A small scar by the side of the pretty mouth (Peter had always liked the way his mouth looked) and a few more wrinkles around his eyes.

“Like what you see Peter?” Peter standing straddled Peter sitting and leaned in so Peter sitting could feel his breath on his face. “You always did spend too much time in front of that mirror and look what you created. Me. You. Us.”

Peter sitting felt a flush rise in his cheeks, he did love standing before a mirror, any mirror. Full length ones were best, naked in front of a full length mirror was perfect. He’d pout at his reflection, play with his nipples, run his hands down his body and watch his dick grow hard, delight in watching himself jerk off, giggling slightly at the faces he pulled when he climaxed.

“You gonna play nice Peter? No screaming, no fighting? Besides, if you fight I know all your moves.”

Peter sitting shook his head. He was becoming aroused at the weight of himself astride his thighs, the caress of warm breath on his neck as he spoke to himself. Peter rewarded himself with a soft kiss to the side of his neck which sent tremors down the body of Peter sitting and made his jeans feel just a little tighter in the crotch area. Peter #2 glanced down and smiled.

“I know what’s going on, I am you, don’t you think I know us? Now, you know what they say about two’s company and three’s a crowd?” Peter nodded confusedly. “In our case three is a fucking party.”

Peter was even more confused now but the distraction of kisses Peter #2 was running down his neck felt too wonderful to worry about it. Even the warm, soft hands reaching down the neck of his shirt and caressing his nipples were not going to stop him enjoying the kisses he was giving himself.

The hands under his shirt continued their erotic touches while Peter #2 let go of his hands and tugged the hem of Peter’s tee up. Four hands managed to pull it over his head and then the serious kissing began. One familiar mouth nibbled at Peter’s ear and neck while Peter #2 trailed kisses and teeth nips down his torso to the waistband of his jeans. Amidst the ecstasy Peter’s brain screamed what the hell’s going on. Peter looked down at the blonde head tonguing his belly button while Peter #2 undid his jeans and then glanced up to see yet another Peter grinning down at him. This Peter had short dark hair and eyeliner; he looked younger than Peter #2 but still had a maturity about him that Peter didn’t yet have.

“Hi there handsome.” Peter #3 stuck his tongue out cheekily and then tipped Peter’s head back to put that tongue somewhere more pleasurable. The feel of his own tongue entwining its twin inside his mouth was almost unbearably erotic. Peter had always been unsatisfied with the moist fumbling of girls’ tongues in his mouth. They had always felt alien. This however felt perfect. Each tongue knew exactly where to go to give the most pleasure. Then another tongue in another mouth in another place showed just how well he knew himself.

Peter #2 had succeeded in undoing Peter’s jeans and had begun to gently lick the length of his dick in long, slow laps of his tongue. Peter groaned in pleasure as Peter #3 pinched his nipples. Reaching behind the chair Peter tried to grasp the hard bulge he knew would be in Peter #3’s pants. It was awkward but manageable and he unzipped them so he could rub his hand along his dick. Peter #3 pushed closer in encouragement.

Peter #2, meanwhile, had changed tactics and was now slowly sucking on his dick exactly how Peter had always wanted his girlfriends to do. Not too soft, not too rough, a little teeth and tongue action around the tip as he pulled almost all the way off and then strong sucking as he pushed his dick back in his mouth. Oh he knew just how to give himself a blowjob.

****

The comic book fell to the floor with a clatter of pages and Peter woke. His breath was harsh and shallow and he realised his hand was down the front of his jeans tugging on the hardest hard-on he’d ever had.

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