by Lauren Wood
“I have to get my pants off Danny. You got to let it go.”
She made a whimpering sound because she didn’t want to and the more I tried to tell her to wait, the more adamant she got. My cock was throbbing in need and her hands on it weren’t helping me out in the least bit. I didn’t know what to do and when she let go for a minute; I went back to my knees, unbuttoning my pants and then standing up to pull them off. I needed to be able to maneuver her around and I needed my legs free for that. Danny was always so flexible and I could get her into the most interesting positions. It was one of those moments where it was all I could think about.
Danny sat up before I knew it and her hands were back on me before she was on her knees, shoving me into her mouth. She’d always been obsessed with me in her mouth and it was another detail I had made myself forget to get over her. She’d been every man’s dream and when she looked up and pulled my cock out, telling me that she wanted to know if I still tasted the same, I think I fell for her a little bit all over again. There were so many reasons that I was so in love with her. It was hard to deny how I felt about her, no matter how much I wanted to. The desire was still there, never left, but the other feelings were only amplified by the moment.
“You have to stop Danny. Damn I forgot how good you were at that.”
She looked offended when she pulled me from between her lips. “Really?”
I didn’t answer her because I wasn’t able to. I’d waited long enough and the way her eyes closed as she savored the flavor of my manhood made it impossible to wait anymore. I was just as eager to get started as she was and I moved back down to my knees and yanked her towards the edge of the bed where I was. I wanted inside of her right now, but I wanted it done the right way. I didn’t just want her now, I needed Danny.
Sliding inside of her, as soon as I felt the wet heat, I slammed the rest of the way in, taking her by surprise and feeling her thighs tightening around me like she would be able to squeeze me away. Her legs were strong for being so slim, the lines of the muscles coming up underneath my hands. It wasn’t enough though. I knew I could go deeper and I pulled out enough, long enough to get her calves up on my shoulders. This position allowed me to push against her bottom and it made her squeal when I pressed in quickly.
“Fuck!”
I chuckled a little through gritted teeth. Her silken folds wrapped around me so lovingly and her murmurs and moans were getting louder by the second. I knew that she was going to be my down fall and I was unable to keep up the slow and fast, stabbing motions that I knew she loved so much. I had to get her where I wanted her before it was too late. Being without her for so long, I was still mesmerized by how well she fit around me. She’d always been like a too-small glove that I had to force my way into, but she embraced me so much with her inner muscles.
The wetness increased and I told her to play with herself. I wanted the most memorable thing about her. It was the one thing I thought of most and it kept me up at night.
“No, I don’t do that anymore. It makes a mess.”
I pushed in faster then and as hard as I could. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer, not when I knew she was so close.
“If you won’t, I will and I won’t stop when you come.”
Danny shivered underneath me and I moved her hair out of the way from her eyes, slowing down so that she started to curl up with the anticipation that was her orgasm. I could feel her winding up, ready to go off at any minute and I wanted it my way.
She didn’t answer me fast enough. It may have only been a few seconds but it felt like forever and I pushed my hand between our bodies and started to rub her hard clit that made her gasp and moan in the sweetest way. I drove into her and rubbed her clit quickly. Her back arched and her eyes slammed shut as I felt her body and abs tense up. I knew what came next and I pulled out, rubbing her as fast as I could.
Danny was a special girl in many ways, but the one way that stood out more than the rest. A flood of fluid came out of her as she squirted with her orgasm. It was a short burst that hit my chest and splashed back on her. The sounds and the way it was so much slipperier when I got in was my undoing. Knowing that I had pleasured her enough was all that it took and I was pushing deep once again a few times before I unloaded inside of her.
She was coming as I did, the extra pressure of my seed tipping her over the edge once more. It felt far too good and I shook above her before sliding in one last time. I pushed deep, feeling the barrier that stopped me from going any further. I let her legs fall down, shrugging them off so that I could kiss her. Her lips weren’t responsive and I smiled to myself as I pulled out.
I had forgotten how damn satisfying she was and I was ready to stretch out next to her, waiting for Danny to come to so that I could have some more. For now I was just going to watch her chest rise and fall a little slower as each second wore on.
My eyes took in what was bare, but I wanted to see more. She had felt the same, maybe a little tighter than I’d remembered, but the soft body underneath me and the legs wrapped around my neck were the same. I had missed her terribly and now I wanted more.
I kissed her cheek and then her lips, trying to rouse her from her slumber, but she only whimpered and moved her hand to my chest. Danny still wasn’t ready and I was going to have to wait. Now this, I remembered and it was one of the things that I liked best. I liked how much pleasure I could give her. I loved the idea that she was so turned on and came so hard that not only did she squirt all over me, but herself as well and then passed out from the exertion.
I laid back and felt the plush carpet underneath me. I stared up at the ceiling, never seeing it like this before and I could have been content to lie here forever, ignoring her wetness still on my chest, stomach and thighs. She was right to say that it was a mess, but it was a mess that I would never deny. I wanted it to always be this way between us, the way it was supposed to be.
Danny
I opened my eyes and I was in the plane. I wasn’t sure what I had done, but then it came back to me and the man lying next to me was smiling with the biggest grin on his face. What we had done was now coming clear and I was wet and a little sticky as I touched my naked stomach. My skirt was hiked up to me waist and I could feel wetness between my legs and on the clothing itself. I closed my eyes for a minute and sighed. What the hell had I just done?
“Shit, how long was I out for?”
While I didn’t quite remember what happened, I knew what had occurred. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened and I rubbed my eyes, still soaked and that at least told me that I hadn’t been out too long.
“A few minutes. I must be slipping because I used to be able to lay you out all night.”
I smiled at him and his need for me to stroke his pride. Mack didn’t usually go fishing for compliments, so I had to wonder if he had a moment of self-doubt. That was not something that I would have attributed to him in the past. He was always so sure of himself.
“I hadn’t done that in years Mack. You did well.”
He snorted and I didn’t know if he was happy or not with the answer. He was lying next to me and I was on my back, while he was on his side. His fingers were running along the side of me and I closed my eyes for a minute. This felt too good. It was a feeling that I could get used to again and the thought made me hop up. A few days ago he was going to the reunion with another woman and now we were lying together on the floor of a plane in our own wetness.
“That’s a shame because it’s hot as hell Danny. I dreamed about it countless times through the years after you left.”
Mack kept going back to it being me who left, even in the most normal and mundane of conversation. It always went back to that.
“Thanks for that. Now I’m starving.”
I started to get up to my feet and he stopped me. “Where are you going?”
“Clean off and get dried off so we can go to the restaurant. I’m starving now.”
“I am too, but you don’
t want to work up that appetite a little bit more?”
Considering that I had passed out for a few minutes already, I didn’t think a round two was in order for my mind or my body. It was always overwhelming when we were together and after so long without experiencing this new range of emotions, I was ready for some introspection that wasn’t going to take place with his hard cock still out and me still dripping with our pleasure. I got up and I could feel some of the moisture running down my skin.
I’d seen a bathroom when I first came in and I closed the door after me, dodging his kisses on my way in. he had gotten back in and now I was still shaking from the experience and my heart was pounding a little harder in my chest.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my makeup was running a little and my hair was wild around me. What the hell had I gotten myself into? A night out to reminisce had turned into something else altogether.
My hands were shaky as I washed our pleasure from my body and noticed that there was even a little on my face. It had been ages since I’d came like that. Ever since Mack. It has always been Mack and now with that over and the complications of it all looming in my mind, I asked myself again what it was that I was doing. I’d promised myself all day that I wasn’t going to do this and I hadn’t even made it off the plane.
Mack called to me and asked if I was okay. I had probably been there a while and I was thankful that it was nearly full size and there was room to move around. I had to think and it was getting harder to as I heard his voice again. I was hearing Mack saying different words and the remembering the way his fingers had felt on my core.
The thought made me shiver. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Taking a deep breath, I tried to get myself together. I didn’t know how I was supposed to think. He was going to be out there and I didn’t want to face him, didn’t know if I even could, but I had to get out of the bathroom. I couldn’t hide in here forever, no matter how good it sounded at the minute. Right now I was actually pretty hungry and we were in New Orleans. My expectations were high that it was going to work out just fine.
When I did get back out of the bathroom, he still had that look in his eyes that was hard to deny. He was smiling because he knew that he had done everything he said he was going to do. It had always been that way. We’d gotten into it for many of our differences. We had financial differences, fun time, school, work, but never did we disagree on sex. It was always amazing and what the last hour with him had showed was that it was still that way. It still felt amazing and he knew it.
“Are you ready to go?”
I was, but there was a problem. “I don’t have anything to wear and I can’t wear this Mack. It’s all wet.”
That just made him smile more and I groaned inwardly. He was enjoying this far too much. His dark eyes were flashing with pleasure and the dimple in his cheek was back. “You don’t know how much I love that you’re that wet. It’s been a long time since I was drenched like that, but I don’t mind walking around in it. It’s all over my shirt and jacket.”
I could see that he was right, but the black helped to cover up the fact that it looked like someone had thrown a drink at him. I wasn’t as comfortable as he was to go out in public like this. I couldn’t ask him to take me back home to change, so I wasn’t sure what to do.
“We can have the driver stop at a store and you can pick something out. I’m sure you will find something that you like here. There are tons of boutiques in the French Quarter, not far from where we are going.”
I agreed, but I didn’t like the idea of others knowing why we were going there. My clothes were grey and white, so the wetness was far easier to see and I wished then that I would have gotten naked, but I’d been in such a rush. I was regretting that now. I was regretting it a lot.
As we left the plane, the staff that was on it was outside and I didn’t meet any of their eyes. I was sure that they had heard, if not seen what we were doing. I don’t know where my head had been and now I was worried about what they thought of me. I was still soaked and then there was the puddle that I’d left on the carpet.
The first time I’d come like that was with Mack. It happened on accident at first and I had been horrified, even though he’d loved it. The idea of it made me even more nervous because once he learned how to do it all the time, Mack constantly wanted me to squirt on him. He liked the mess and didn’t care where it happened, as long as I soaked him every time.
For a long time after Mack, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t do it again. In some ways I was happy about it because it was a lot and it was something that embarrassed me, but I missed the intensity of it. It was like coming ten times in one and the result was a lack of consciousness on occasion. This time had been no different, but now I was starting to realize it wasn’t a fluke or because I was so young when I was with Mack that I came like that. No, it was Mack. It’d always been Mack and it was hard to think that it would ever change.
The driver opened the door to the car that was waiting for us and I got in as quickly as I could so that they couldn’t see me. I may have been being paranoid, but I had a feeling that what we just did was going to be talked about and I hated the idea of it. It was so embarrassing.
The car was leaving in a direction of dry clothes hopefully and I sat back. I just closed my eyes and shook my head. How humiliating.
Mack
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just hate walking around with this stuff on me. They are going to know what we were doing in there. It’s just so…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew what the matter with her was. It hadn’t been the first time that she had been a little shy after going off like a geyser and I loved to see her like this. I would leave it on me all day, all of the time. It made me think of her and it was no different now. I didn’t realize it before, but I had really needed that. I’d needed her and what I could do to her. I wanted her pleased and she was. It was all that was required to make me want her as mine again.
“It’s hot as fuck. I’ve told you that before, but you never believed me and yeah, they heard you. You were screaming pretty damn loud there Danny. I missed that. I always knew when you were satisfied. I never had to guess.”
“I suppose not since you are wearing it. You sure you don’t want to get something else to wear as well?”
I had extra suits in a small closet in the back of the plane. It wasn’t for instances like this, but for when I needed to be fresh for work. I wouldn’t say that the plane wasn’t already christened, but hell it hadn’t gotten the bathing it did today. I already told the attendant that I needed the spot cleaned. I don’t think Danny would ever know how sexy I thought it was. She was convinced that it was wrong. If it was, I didn’t want to be right.
“No, it will be okay. I like having a bit of you on me.”
She groaned and looked away. I loved how worked up she got about it. She was hard to come to grips with and now I knew that I was in for it. How could I not be? Danny always was a one of a kind woman. I’d looked for her equivalent for years subconsciously and I still had not to find one that was anywhere near like her. She was one all her own and she was going to be mine again.
“God Mack, really?” Danny asked exasperated.
“Yeah, really. You never will get how damn turned on you make me and when you soak me like that. Fuck it’s just hot as hell. I want to do it over and over again. I want to do it right here in the car.”
She moved over a little further from me and it made me laugh. “I’ll let you get something to eat first.”
“I would laugh if I thought that you were joking, but I have a feeling that you’re not.”
I didn’t answer her one way or another. This was something about me that hadn’t changed and the fact that I never tired of her was one of them. I’d fooled myself all of these years, telling myself that it wasn’t as good as I remembered, but damn if I was wrong.
The restaurant was just as I remembered it a
nd it impressed Danny. She wasn’t impressed by planes and money, but give her a good blackened shrimp and suddenly she was.
I don’t know if it was the food or the love making, but something had changed in her and I was glad to see it. I knew in the end that this was going to have to go somewhere, it always did, but for the moment I was just content to watch her. The smile that I’d missed so much was on her face and I knew that it was going to be something that I always remembered, no matter what happened between us.
My mind was back in some kind of twilight zone and I was doing my best to keep it together. Every flash of her smile threw me off and eventually when I got her out of there, I didn’t even notice the two men that had been watching us. I saw them on my way out, made a mental note of their appearance, but it was quickly forgotten when we got into the car and Danny touched my thigh. It all went out the window there. I certainly wasn’t a very good business man when she was around.
The flight back was more of the same and I don’t remember when we actually touched down. The two of us stayed in the plane for quite some time. Everyone was gone by the time I was able to surface enough and look around.
“Where did everyone go?”
“I didn’t know how wet you would get us, so I figured that you would want to leave alone. It should only be Ernest that is left and he won’t say a word and doesn’t see anything.”
She gave me a doubtful look, but I knew that it was enough for her. Danny had covered us both again and we had a wet ride home. She smacked my hand back once, telling me no more because she was sore.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come just one more time?”
