S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  As I felt her pussy begin to tighten against my throbbing shaft, I continued to force myself deeply into her, knowing she wouldn’t last long.

  And she didn’t.

  “Holy…Fuck…” she wailed as she continued to buck her hips wildly.

  After a few seconds, her thrusts decreased and eventually stopped. Her heavy breathing filled the room as I fought against my instinct to come deep within her. As much as I desired filling her with my cum, I pressed my elbows against the counter and slowly raised myself to a sitting position.

  “That was intense,” she breathed.

  I raised myself to my feet, leaving her sitting on the countertop. With the side of my ass against the mirror, I grabbed her hair on my hand, pulled her head toward my waist, and tossed my head toward the mirror.

  “Watch me,” I growled as I forced the tip of my cock past her lips.

  Her eyes widened as I began to force myself in and out of her mouth. I realized I wouldn’t last long at the pace I was committed to, but it didn’t matter. Every few thrusts of my hips against her face, and I made my demand known.

  “Watch!” I barked out into the room.

  With her head facing my hips, and my ass against the glass at an angle, she had a perfect view of her cock-filled mouth. Two more times of my cock pounding into the back of her throat, and I was done. I slid my slippery cock from her mouth, pulled back on her hair, and began to stroke my cock with my free hand.

  “Open your mouth and watch. In the mirror,” I said as I pulled my cock from her mouth.

  As her eyes shifted to the mirror, I tilted her head back and stroked my cock. As my breathing became labored, I watched her reflection as she intently waited.

  “Ohhhhh…” I moaned as I began to reach climax.

  The cum shot from the tip of my cock, the first few spurts landing perfectly in her waiting mouth. The next few, due primarily to my shaking legs, covered her beautiful tits. As I released her hair and fought to catch my breath, I glanced down at her just in time to see her smile.

  “You gave me what I wanted,” she said.

  “I aim to please,” I said.

  “You aimed for my mouth,” she said with a laugh.

  I chuckled a light laugh. “I certainly did.”

  “I love you,” she said.

  “I love you, my Dear,” I said as I reached for her hand.

  After helping her to her feet, I lowered her to the floor and climbed down from the counter. I found it amazing how much fun I was able to have before noon with Stevie since deciding to stop working, and although we really hadn’t done anything productive yet, we were each moving slightly closer to each other with each passing day. I felt tremendous relief that although we were raised – and had lived – worlds apart, we were perfect for each other and blind to our previous notions of each other.

  As I continued to lose myself in thoughts of our future together, the sound of a distant voice caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise.

  “Asher, where are you?”

  Stevie turned to face me, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

  And, although I hadn’t intended on doing so just yet, I knew the time had come to reveal the complete truth.

  WILSON

  My father said a relationship is no different than a good romance novel. A fight, separation, angst, and an eventual reunion are all required to make it great. As the jet leveled off at 39,000 feet, I stood from my recliner and opened my arms, quite certain his advice was one hundred percent accurate.

  “Can I get up?” she asked.

  “Sure,” I said as I motioned for her to stand.

  “This is awesome. It’s got tons of room,” she said as she stood.

  “I’ve always had issues with flying in commercial airliners. To tell you the truth, I have no business with a jet, hell I don’t need one…” I said as I looked around the cabin. “But it lets me fly without the stress of flying commercial.”

  “Can’t fuck on an American Airlines flight, either,” she said as she slapped her hand against the cushion of her seat.

  “Which brings me to this,” I said as I leaned toward her.

  I placed my hands on each side of her face and kissed her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and what began as a playful kiss quickly turned into a much more passionate affair. Within seconds, we were tearing at each other’s clothes in an almost frantic state.

  Being away from Stevie for three days was eternal torture. It provided me with all of the pain, agony, heartache, and heartbreak I needed to fully understand I never wanted to be without her again. There was no doubt she was the woman not only of my dreams, but the only woman I could ever love. As we stumbled along the fuselage groping and grabbing each other, I felt I couldn’t touch her enough, love her enough, or provide her with enough. I felt I needed more, but realized she was offering all she was able and all I had asked for.

  “I want that cock. I need it,” she said as she fumbled with my shorts.

  “Take it easy,” I said as I reached for the button.

  “Take it easy? Come on, I apologized. It’s over,” she said.

  I felt like we had broken up, and although it had only been a matter of days, it seemed like months since I had seen her. I realized ultimately I had done nothing wrong, but it sure didn’t feel that way. I wanted long-lasting romance, kissing, and to hold her in my arms.

  “I want to hold you, hug you, and never let you go,” I said.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck all that. And don’t get sappy on me. I fucked up. It’ll never happen again. But sorry, dude, I don’t do the sappy shit,” she said. “I just don’t.”

  She pushed her shorts to her ankles and kicked them to the side.

  “Nobody is gonna come out of there, right?” she asked as she tossed her head toward the front of the plane.

  I shook my head and chuckled. “Not unless there’s a serious problem.”

  She pulled off her underwear and tossed them beside her shorts.

  “I can’t fuck you if you’re dressed,” she said as she waved her hand toward my waist.

  As she stood in front of me wearing nothing but a shirt, I stared blankly. I still felt a need to hold her, hug her, and kiss her. I wanted to convince myself she was never going to leave me again. She may not “do sappy”, but at that moment, I felt like a hopeless romantic, and I wanted assurance we were going to be alright long-term. I watched her silhouette collapse into her chair, and realized I had been standing with my hand on the waistband of my shorts for quite some time.

  As my eyes came into focus, I realized she was sitting in her recliner with it fully reclined. With her legs cast out to the side and her heels dug deeply into the side of the leather arms, she had her two middle fingers shoved deep inside her pussy.

  And my hopeless romantic feelings immediately vanished.

  I wrestled with removing my shorts, finally pulled them off, and frantically tore at my boxers as I stumbled toward the recliner. After almost falling down twice, I eventually ended up at the foot of the recliner between her knees.

  Seemingly without a worry in the world, she continued to finger herself and grin. I situated myself on my knees and watched for a moment while she pleasured herself, moaning and biting her lip the entire time. Now in front of the recliner with a stiff cock and a heart full of desire, I leaned forward and pressed my palms against her inner thighs.

  “Move your hand,” I said.

  She held her fingers in place for a moment, exhaled, and then slowly slid them from inside of her. I moved my hands along the inside of her thighs, and using the tips of my thumbs, prepared for what I had planned.

  As I moved my face between her legs, she began to moan in anticipation. With my tongue flicking against her clit and my index finger slowly working in and out of her wet pussy, she raised her ass slightly and began to wail.

  “Oh God…” she cried.

  As the plane flew over the desert, I continued to suck and lick her clit until s
he pressed her hands into the back of my head and began to buck her hips against my face. My tongue now buried deep inside of her, I held it in place and used my upper lip to stimulate her clit.

  “Oh…fuck…” she bellowed as she reached climax.

  Her legs shook as she released her grasp on my head. After a series of short choppy breaths, she exhaled and lowered her butt onto the seat of the recliner. I raised my head and shifted my eyes to meet hers.

  With wide eyes and a huge smile, she raised her hands to her head and scratched her scalp frantically. “Holy fuck,” she said.

  I motioned toward the edge of the seat. “Get up,” I said. “And bend over this seat.”

  She stood from the recliner and turned around. I reached for the lever on the side of the recliner, pulled it, and swiveled the seat to face the window.

  “There,” I said as I motioned toward the seat.

  “Only gotta tell me once,” she said as she bent over the foot of the recliner and placed her hands on the arms.

  As she arched her back and hiked her ass high in the air, I guided the tip of my cock into the warm wet folds of her pussy and held it there. I glanced down, fixed my eyes on her cute little butt, and cleared my throat.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she responded over her shoulder.

  I shoved myself inside of her in one violent thrust, almost causing her to collapse into the seat of the recliner. The force caused her to exhale a deep grunt, and before she had time to recover, I pulled my hips back and did it again, this time with slightly more force.

  “This is for believing her,” I said. “Consider it punishment.”

  I reached down, grabbed her waist in my hands, and began to fuck her with every ounce of my being. With my hips slapping against her ass, and my fingertips digging into her torso, I pounded my rigid cock in and out of her wet pussy for several long minutes. The combination of being filled with the excitement of our having become reunited, the fact we were in an airplane, and her sheer undeniable beauty quickly became too much for me to contain.

  I shifted my eyes toward the window, peered through it, and realized we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. In a matter of an hour, we’d be home, where we certainly belonged.

  As far as I was concerned, there was no better place for me to reach climax.

  I released her waist, continued to shove her full of my thick shaft, and slapped my hand against her ass.

  “Oh fuck. Yes!” she shouted.

  I continued to slap her ass with each stroke, grinning the entire time. With each slap, she let out a cry of pleasure. The slaps eventually proved to be as effective as torturing her nipples, and eventually I felt her begin to contract around my throbbing cock.

  I arched my back and groaned in pleasure as I felt cum spurt from the tip of my dick. At the same time, she buried her head into the recliner and groaned. In a matter of seconds, we both collapsed into the recliner, clearly exhausted from the three day ordeal.

  “This thing is covered in cum,” she said as she tilted her head toward her waist.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “They’ll clean it.”

  She her eyes shifted toward the window. “Did you see those mountains? That was awesome. When we were flying over ‘em, I came so hard…”

  “I sure did, and I came at the same time,” I said.

  “I fucking love you,” she said. “And I’m so sorry for doubting you.”

  “I love you, Stevie. And you’re forgiven,” I responded.

  “I wish this fucker had music,” she said.

  “It does,” I said.

  She sat up in the seat and narrowed her eyes. “Seriously?”

  I nodded my head. “It has wi-fi, and the same system I have in the house, why?”

  She wiggled past me, stood, and used my shirt to wipe the cum from the inside of her thighs. After putting on her shorts and not bothering to put on a shirt, she turned toward me and held out her hand.

  “Where’s your phone, mine’s in the ocean,” she said.

  “Shorts pocket. You used my shirt to clean up?”

  “Yeah, sure did, Dork. You forgave me, remember? Being in trouble with you is some good shit, so feel free to punish me for it. But wait till I’m done dancing,” she said as she reached for my shorts.

  Still quite naked, I relaxed into the recliner and watched, wondering what she was going to dance to. Seeing her move to the music was magical, and made her appear exquisite.

  As the song began, I realized it was not an old school beat like what she had danced to before, but something much newer, and modern. The beat was hypnotic and the words were very suggestive.

  As she pranced up and down the fuselage of the plane to the music, I became erect again. Seeing her squeezing her breasts, dancing, and tossing her hair to the music was far too sensual for me to contain myself.

  Halfway into the song, and I couldn’t take it anymore. As she continued to wiggle, turn, and twist to the sound, I began to stroke my cock.

  While she danced, I stroked. Several times, in her perfectly timed choreography, she worked her way to within inches of me, pointed at me, and turned away; her hair swirling behind her as she did so.

  Quite moved by the entire experience and more than turned-on to the sound of the music and her ability to move in conjunction with it, I continued to stroke myself. As the song came to a close, she dropped to a kneeling position and began to squeeze her breasts.

  And I came all over my stomach.

  “That was hot as fuck,” she said as I collapsed into the seat.

  “Holy crap. It sure was,” I said as I stood. “I need a rag.”

  “Here,” she said as she tossed me my shirt.

  I wiped the cum from my stomach and grinned as I tossed my shirt on the floor of the plane.

  “What was the name of that song? That was remarkable,” I said.

  “Only new song worth dancing to. Same name as the shop. Blurred Lines,” she said.

  “Blurred Lines? Really?” I asked.

  She nodded her head. “Yep.”

  “I’ll have to remember that one,” I said.

  “Be tough to forget,” she said.

  As the place began to descend, I gazed down at her and became lost in her beauty. She was wild, she was intense, she was brash, and she was without any type of filter whatsoever.

  But she was mine.

  And I intended to make sure she knew it.

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  RAIN

  I sat on my bed, reading, as I wondered if all girls felt the way I felt. Being female, adult, and single was a very difficult thing for a person to have to try and fully understand. I closed my book and looked at the clock. Ethan had already left for a half day of work, leaving Cade and me home on a Saturday, and Cade wasn’t out of bed yet.

  8:00? Who sleeps this late?

  Instead of using the upstairs bathroom, I walked to the downstairs bathroom, and turned the lights and fan on. The toilet seat was upright from Ethan peeing and not lowering the seat, something he often did which drove Cade crazy. Instead of lowering the seat quietly, I tapped it with my hand and let it fall loudly onto the stool.

  Crack!

  I grinned at the thought of it waking Cade, and sat down to pee. As I was washing my hands, I heard Cade’s bedroom door open. I quickly dried my hands and stepped into the living room.

  “Oh my God, I was exhausted, what a shit week. That presentation for Learjet all but killed me,” he said as he stood from the couch.

  I walked past him and glanced in his direction as he made his way to the bathroom. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a ribbed tank top, something I wasn’t used to seeing him in. For him, dressing down for the evening and unwinding was unbuttoning the sleeves of his dress shirt and rolling them up a little.

  “Sorry you had a bad week, you weren’t even home when I went to bed last night. I wondered what happened to you,” I said over
my shoulder as I sat on the loveseat.

  “Me too,” he said through the bathroom door.

  He walked from the bathroom to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

  “Coffee,” he asked.

  “Black,” I responded. “Please.”

  After pouring the coffee, he walked back into the living room, handed me the cup of coffee and sat down across from me on the couch.

  “I hate my job,” he said.

  I took a sip of my coffee, and spoke over the cup. “I thought you loved your job.”

  “I do, it just sucks when I’ve got a huge presentation. I have to work 12 or 14 hour days, and I hate it,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to straighten it into a manageable mess.

  It was apparent just how much hair he had when he woke up, and hadn’t fixed it yet. Although the sides were probably only an inch or two long, the top of it was 6 or 8 inches long. Straight out of bed, it looked like a rat’s nest.

  “Just give up.” I chuckled. “Your hair, not the job.”

  “Is it bad?” he asked. “I didn’t look when I was in the bathroom.”

  “It’s cute,” I said.

  He scrunched his nose and raised his coffee cup. “Cute?”

  “Yeah, the good kind of cute. It’s fine,” I assured him.

  “Okay. Anyway, yeah. At times I hate my job,” he said.

  I squeezed my coffee cup in my hands, and pressed my arms into my boobs. “I love mine.”

  “There’s not too many people who could do that without complaining. Taking care of someone like that is admirable,” he said as he stood.

  “It’s not a big deal, I enjoy it, and he’s really nice,” I said.

  “What’s his name?” he asked over his shoulder as he dug through the cabinets.

  I stood from my seat and walked to the bar and sat down.

  “Trent.”

  “Yeah, Trent. You want some toast?” he asked over his shoulder.

  “Sure,” I responded.

  Cade looked adorable in his pajamas and tight shirt. He wasn’t built like Ethan, but I didn’t want him to be, either. If he was, it wouldn’t fit his personality. He was tall and thin, but not skinny or frail looking. It was apparent he took care of himself, and I knew he went to the gym and ran in the winter, and ran on the path along the river in the summer, he had told me so. Watching him butter the toast in his tight little PJ’s and wife beater made me smile.