by Ford, Hope
The announcement comes on, asking us to prepare for takeoff. We sit down and I help her with her seatbelt.
She’s subdued again and I don’t try to talk to her until we are up in the air.
“Did I upset you last night, Krissy?”
Her hands are in her lap, wrapped around each other.
“No. You didn’t upset me at all.” She smiles at me and I turn in the seat next to her.
“Are you sure? I didn’t want to pressure you or anything,” I ask again. I don’t ever want to make her uncomfortable.
“I wasn’t. I’m not. I mean… well, I liked it when you kissed me. Is that what you’re asking about?” she stutters.
I try to hide the shock on my face. I nod my head at her.
There’s a ding and the little light goes off, letting us know that we can remove our seatbelts.
She releases hers and stands up in front of me, holding her hand out to me. “Jared, will you come with me?”
I look between her flushed face and her outstretched hand. I undo my seatbelt and put my hand in hers. She leads me to the back of the plane, into the bedroom, and then shuts the door behind us.
“Krissy?” I ask her hesitantly. I don’t want her to think she has to do this.
“Wait, Jared.” She holds her hand up to stop me. “Let me get this out. I have to. I’ve liked you since high school. And I’ve thought about you a lot these last four years since then. I don’t want to go back to my life like it was. I want to experience this with you.”
I kiss her, because I have to. I devour her mouth with mine. When I feel like I can’t get close enough to her, even with our mouths and bodies meshed together, I pick her up by her hips and her legs lock around me. I carry her to the bed and lay her back gently. Standing over her, I can’t believe how beautiful she is. I am still caught up by her perfection.
I undo the button on her jeans and strip them down her legs. She takes off her blue sweater and throws it across the room. She’s lying before me in a pair of skimpy black panties and a lacy black bra.
I slide my fingers into the side of her panties and draw them slowly down her legs. Her thighs close back together after I get a brief glimpse of her pussy. Her bra luckily snaps in the front and I start to undo it, clumsily, until she takes pity on me and removes it on her own. When she’s completely bare beneath me, I put my hands on her knees and slide her legs apart.
Her damp curls at her apex part, and her swollen, wet slit is tantalizing me. I inhale deeply, almost like I can imagine what she smells like just by looking at her.
I slide up on the bed between her thighs and when she sees where I’m going she tries to stop me. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Honey, my God, I want to. I want to taste you more than I want to breathe right now,” I grunt, forcing her legs farther apart and settling between them. I nibble down her inner thigh, trying to recall all the research I’ve done on this. I always dreamed about this, but never really thought it would happen. But just in case, I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing. When I reach her bare center, I tentatively swipe my tongue across her drenched, swollen slit. Her taste hits my tongue and it’s like instinct takes over. I dive into her, caressing every part of her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. I can’t get enough of her. I slide my hands under her ass and raise her up until I’m eating her pussy, suckling all her fresh juices that are coating my tongue. I slide my tongue to her swollen clit and stroke her there.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, gripping my hair roughly and then holding me to her while she lifts her hips up and down. She’s moaning, saying my name over and over, begging me not to stop. As if I could.
When her body tightens underneath me and her legs lock around my neck, I still don’t stop until she’s screaming her release, and screaming MY name. If I wasn’t trying to concentrate on not coming in my jeans, I would be bowing my chest out like a proud peacock. I just made her come.
I lean up a little and lay my head down on her belly. We’re both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath.
She wiggles out from underneath me and rolls me on my back. Her breasts move and shake with every movement, making my mouth water. I lean up and nip her pointy peak between my lips, but she pulls back from me. “Oh no, mister. Your turn.”
She reaches for my zipper and starts to unzip me. But I stop her with my hand. “No, I don’t want our first time to be on an airplane. I want to be able to take more than an hour with you, honey.”
She rears back and looks at me and a smile forms on her face. “Okay. I agree, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t please you.”
She starts pulling my jeans down, and I start stuttering, “No, really, this can wait. You don’t have to do this.”
But she doesn’t stop, not until my shoes, pants and underwear are thrown on the floor and she’s standing between my legs with her hands covering her mouth.
“Oh, my God, Jared.”
I lift up on my elbows, looking between my hard cock that is covered in precum and her surprised face.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Is that normal? I’ve never seen one before,” she asks.
I smirk. “You mean normal size?”
She merely nods her head, not taking her eyes off it.
“Maybe a little bigger than normal,” I admit to her. “But when the time comes, it will fit.”
She looks at me unsure, but then drops slowly to her knees, staring at it.
* * *
Krissy
I gather in close to him, feeling his warmth surround me. His penis is thick and long. It’s veiny and almost purple looking, with cum leaking from its tip.
I lean in close to him, my hands on his thighs, and touch my tongue to his tip. He gasps and shocked, I look up into his wide eyes. “Honey, I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry.”
His face is pinched in either embarrassment or trying to control himself. Maybe a little bit of both.
“That’s probably good, because I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit to him.
He takes a deep breath. “You can’t do anything wrong. Not with me. And if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He pulls a stray hair away from my face.
The look he’s giving me makes me want to please him. “I want to,” I whisper to him before touching him again.
I swirl my tongue across his tip, tasting his hot primal seed. I stroke him from root to tip and just by paying attention to his sounds, I can tell what he likes.
So when he moans, I do the same thing again, harder and with more pressure. When I have him as far down my throat as I can get him, I back off to the tip and then swallow him again. With each up and down, I tighten my grip on him, sucking him deeper and deeper until I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. His hands grip my forearms, and with his cock still in my mouth, I look up at him. One clash of our glance has his orgasm speeding out of control and he’s pumping his hips against my face. I don’t take my eyes off him, I can’t. He’s handsome, but when he’s losing control, when I’m the one that’s causing him to lose control and his face is pinched in desire all because of me, well, an electric charge fills my body and I don’t stop pleasuring him until he’s come deep into my throat and I’m swallowing his seed down.
I roll off of him and lie on my back next to him.
“Honey, after the wedding, I’m taking you to the room and I’m making good on my promise.”
I take a deep breath, trying to stop my ragged breathing. “What promise is that?”
“The promise I made myself that if I ever had you, I would make it so good for you that you would want me in your life forever.”
I blink back the tears after hearing what he just said, I know these feelings I have for him are something special. This doesn’t happen just every day or with just anyone. “I’m pretty sure I already want that, Jared.”
Jared
Once we’re off the plane, everything happens in f
ast motion. We go to the wedding and while everyone is watching the bride and groom, I’m watching Krissy. She moves around us all taking everyone’s pictures. She’s even more beautiful today. Her confidence is off the charts and after the ceremony when she comes up next to me and slides her hand in mine, well, I know then, that I have to hold her. The brief time we had on the plane wasn’t enough.
We all go out to dinner together, even though I did everything I could to get out of it. Finally, my brothers’ guilting me had me showing up. Krissy shakes her head at me, knowing exactly why I want to skip out on this meal. She pats me on the chest and then whispers to me, “It’s okay, stud. We have the rest of our lives. Enjoy your family.”
I hold her hand through the whole meal, and when I finally see an opening, I pull her from the dinner and take her back to the room.
As soon as we cross the threshold, I wrap my arms around her and ravage her mouth with a kiss. She pulls away from me briefly, then leans in to kiss me again before quickly pulling back. “I need to freshen up.”
I nod my head and reluctantly let her go.
I pace around the room and finally sit down on the bed, removing my shoes, coat and tie. I would take off the rest, but I don’t want to look impatient when she comes out of the bathroom.
When I hear the door open, I look at her coming out in a robe. She looks like a woman on a mission, but I can see the hesitancy in her eyes. When she stops right before me, she lets the robe fall from her shoulders and she’s standing before me in white underwear and a white bra. Her curvy body is perfection and as I take her in, I don’t know where to start.
“Are you sure about this, Krissy?” I ask her, while simultaneously praying that she doesn’t change her mind.
She nods her head, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off my shoulders. She roams her hands all across my chest, and each caress causes me to flex underneath her soft hands.
“You’re beautiful, honey. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly, before reaching behind her and undoing her bra, then peeling it from her body. I palm her large breasts and bend down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, while massaging the other one with my hand. Her arms go to my shoulders and she holds on to me tightly. When her head falls back, and I eye her exposed neck, I move up her body, licking her cleavage, her neck and her earlobe.
My hands dip into the front of her panties, and with one swipe, she coats my hand with her flowing juices.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moan against her.
I yank her panties down her legs, and when she steps out of them, I lay her back on the bed.
I remove my shirt, jeans and underwear, stroking my cock with my hand as I watch her hooded eyes glance across my body.
“I can’t wait any longer to make you mine, Krissy.”
“I don’t want you to.” She holds her arms out to me and I go to her. I lean down and press my lips to hers. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I bend her knees and hook them over my shoulders. I start kissing her inner thigh and her soft mound.
“No,” she mutters.
I raise up and look at her with dread in my eyes. “No?”
“I’m ready. Feel how wet I am, Jared. This is all I’ve thought about all day. I’m tired of waiting. I want you inside me. Now,” she begs of me.
I nod my head, looking at her glistening exposed pussy. I line my cock up at her center and stroke through her lips, coating my cock with her juices. Her warmth is everything and I can already feel myself starting to lose control.
I enter her slowly, taking deep breaths. Her heat surrounds me and she clenches on to me tightly. I can barely move, her pussy is strangling me so tightly.
“Honey, I don’t want to hurt you.” I slowly start to withdraw, but her legs bend around me and I feel her heels pressing on my ass, holding me there.
“No. You won’t hurt me. I want this. I want you, Jared. Please.”
She arches her back and pushes herself up until I’m sliding farther into her. It’s too much, fuck, it’s too much. I never imagined it would feel like this.
When I reach her threshold, I stop and look down at her passion-filled face. Her eyes are begging me for more. I lean down and kiss her before I plow into her, sinking my rod into her tight pussy. Her mouth opens under mine in a scream, but I don’t pull back. I whisper against her lips, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, God, no, please don’t stop.”
When she feels like she’s adjusted to me, I start moving inside her. She moans my name with each thrust and I start counting back from ten because I can’t hold back much longer.
I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb while I take her pussy with long strokes. She’s writhing underneath me and when she tenses up, putting my cock into a vise grip, I come when she does, and we both climax together.
I don’t want to hurt her, so I pull out of her slowly. Her little pussy tingles around me and I can feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, sliding across my dick.
The proof of her virginity is on my dick and her inner thighs and I stand there looking at it, wanting to commit it to memory. Call me a sick bastard if you want, but she just gave me what no man will ever have. She’s mine now and the proof is on my dick.
I go to the bathroom before coming back to her and gently cleaning her up. When I slide into bed next to her, she’s already almost asleep. I wrap myself around her and fall asleep dreaming of the future.
Krissy
I stretch in the bed, feeling muscles pull that I didn’t even know I had. I hear the shower running and sit up in the bed. Smiling, I think I might surprise him in the shower. I start walking toward the bathroom, naked, when something on his open laptop catches my eye.
I get closer to the desk and bend over, not touching anything, but wanting to get a closer look. I bend down and look at it and sure enough, there’s an icon on his computer that says “Krissy.”
Curiosity gets the better of me and I click on the mouse, scrolling over to my name to open it. What I see guts me.
The file is full of everything about me. Letters between my first boss out of high school and Jared. All of my debt I’ve had over the years, and somehow have gotten paid off or I’ve won some kind of prize that I don’t remember playing for. There’s papers on the building I’m looking at for my studio, and negotiations for its lease. There’s pictures of me from my social media and even a picture of me winning a photography award two years ago. My mind can’t keep up with it all. Everything from my whole last four years are in a little folder on his laptop. I’m trying to read it all and I don’t realize that Jared has come out of the bathroom until he says, “Let me explain, Krissy.”
I jump up from the chair and realize I’m still naked. I spot the robe on the floor and shrug into it. I can’t have this conversation now. Not now.
“I’m going to shower. Then I want to go home,” I tell him and stomp off to the bathroom.
When I come out, twenty minutes later, Jared stands up with his hands out in front of me. “Please, let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. You have stalked me. You have controlled the last four years of my life and I didn’t even know it. How dumb am I? Really, I believed that some prize money paid off my car.” I shake my head. “I’m so stupid.” I stop and point my finger at him. “Did you pull strings for me to win the photography award?”
He instantly shakes his head. “No, no. I promise. You did that on your own.”
I turn my head to the side and eye him speculatively. I shake my head again, unable to wrap my head around it. I start throwing everything into a bag. “I’m leaving, Jared.”
He stops me. “That’s fine. You want to leave. I understand. But I’m flying you home and making sure you get there safely.”
I shrug my shoulders and stomp from the room.
With every stomp through the hotel and the airport, I start to realize that I’m throwing a tantrum. The plane ride home, I’m fuming
. I can’t believe that he did all of this. I don’t even know what to believe anymore.
The plane ride is tense and when he tries to talk to me, I completely ignore him. My heart is shattering in my chest and I’m doing everything I can not to break down right now.
Once we land, I grab my bags from his hand. “I’m home safe. You can leave now.”
I turn to walk away and he follows me until we get outside.
“Krissy. Listen, I’m going to make sure you get home. I’m not leaving you like this, then I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.” He guts me when he says that, but I hold the sob in and nod my head.
A towncar is waiting for us and I slide into the seat. He helps the man stow the luggage and then slides in next to me. I almost tell him where I live and then realize he already knows it.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, ready for this day to already come to an end.
* * *
Jared
I know I’ve freaked her out and I don’t know how to fix it. But I know I have to try.
When we stowed the luggage, I asked the driver to take us to the location of the studio she wants. Luckily, she has her eyes closed the whole way and doesn’t realize where we’re going.
She lifts her head when we park. “Jared, what are we doing here?”
I get out of the car and lean in, holding my hand out for her. “Let me show you something.”
She eyes my hand but doesn’t move.
“Please, this will be the last thing I ask of you.”
She ignores my hand and slides from the car.
I open the door to her studio and stand back, letting her walk in first.
As soon as she walks in, she gasps and her hands go to her mouth. Already tears are streaming down her face.
A man walks into the room from the back. “Mr. Blake, I’m so sorry. I thought I had a few more days to get everything complete.”
