Debra closed her eyes and wondered when the plane would crash. What’s going to happen to my family? How long will it take them to find us? Won’t it look kind of funny if they find our bodies in the plane bathroom? My father’s gonna have a cardiac. I hope they bury me in that pretty dark blue pantsuit I just bought. Who the fuck is this guy I’m having sex with? At least he’s pretty good at it.
The plane violently shook, bringing Debra back to reality. She could feel her climax building. Pushing her feet against the wall and leaning back, Debra spread her legs wider, almost touching her knees to her shoulders. Licking her finger, she then rubbed her exposed clit. Her pussy was on fire. Jim watched and held her ass up, continuing to ravish her. She saw the veins pulse on his cock as it sank into her pussy. Closing her eyes ecstatically, she felt the ripples in her vaginal walls as they tightened around his swelling cock. She moaned and shrieked loudly, banging her fists on the wall. The end was nearing for both the plane and for her. Debra pulled his hair, bringing his face to hers. Their lips met and she forced her tongue deep into his mouth.
Jim was like a jackhammer, slamming deeper and faster into her, then it happened. They screamed together. The climax was so intense they felt the walls shaking and moving. They came together knowing they were crashing toward the ground.
The stewardess looked down on them as they tumbled out of the bathroom. Jim fell to the floor on his back and Debra toppled out the door on top of him. Dizzy and breathless, Debra looked up. Jim couldn’t see anything because Debra’s crotch was on his face.
“I’m sorry I opened the door…but with all the screaming and crashing about in there, I was concerned someone might have gotten trapped,” the stewardess said while trying to keep a straight face. “Could you please go to your seat? Please madam, could you tuck that boob in.”
“But, the plane… I thought it was crashing???” Debra asked while straightening out her clothes as best she could.
“No, we were just having some major turbulence over this nasty storm. Uh, sir, could you please put that thing away?”
“Mummmbble, mum, mummble,” Jim fumbled with his trousers as his dick stood out like a flagpole.
“Oh, sorry Jim. I’ll get up.” Debra giggled while sliding off of his face.
They both gathered and straightened up their clothes. While walking back to their seats the other passengers applauded.
“So,” she said trying to compose herself, “where was this interview going to be?”
“It’s at a company called ‘Compute-graphix.’”
“Uh, is your name Jim Johnson?’
“Why yes, it is.”
“Oh, um, I’m Debra Carlson. I’m supposed to interview you tomorrow but this, um, preliminary interview has told me enough. You seem to have met all my requirements and criteria. You’re hired.”
The Dancer
The air in the club was thick with smoke and the ringing sounds of beer bottles and glasses echoed through the dim light. Paul sat at the barstool drinking his sixth beer and waited patiently for his girl. He was a smaller, slim man, powder-gray hair and had a large bulge in his pants that the topless waitress snickered at.
“Happy to see me?” she smiled.
With a snarling growl, Paul burped and replied, “I’m waiting for Mona,” then pulled a large wad of dollar bills out of his pocket reducing the bulge.
The music thumped through the onlookers’ bodies as they drooled uncontrollably at the dancers. Paul glanced at his watch and knew it was her time to perform. He pushed and stumbled to the front table, wanting to be close. He was always her most enthusiastic fan. He had been in the club a few times before and one night caught Mona’s show. Since then he had been a regular patron whenever she performed.
The lights dimmed to a spotlight and the slow groove of Madonna’s “Take A Bow” pulsed out of the speakers. The stage was dark and empty except for the spotlight. Mona eased her arm out from behind the curtain. Her white full-length gloves covered her skin and she pulled them off, revealing her blood red fingernails. She exposed her leg all the way to her smooth thigh then stepped out onto the stage. She was wearing a white thong, white stiletto shoes and a black silk wrap around her body. Paul smiled wide as his Venus looked upon him. The chatter quieted as the other men caught a glimpse of this vision of unbridled passion.
To Paul, she was his. She was his angel. She never expected anything from him except admiration. That and a few bucks to let him nuzzle between her large, full, real breasts. Even though most men become attached to strippers after a lap dance or two, he didn’t want it to be something cheap or perverse. He was truly smitten with Mona. He never crossed the line, even though he had thought of asking her for a private dance. He respected her and her artful way of dancing. Mona had become his ultimate fantasy. She was all he ever wanted in a woman and more. He had followed her to all the local amateur nights in the airport district strip clubs.
A trickle of drool ran down to his chin. Her body seemed to flow like a wave as she moved across the stage. Everything was fluid. It was as if she floated across the stage on a breeze. Every time she turned, the wrap would reveal a little more of her perfectly tanned body. She saw Paul and smiled wickedly and winked at him.
The wrap fell a little more, revealing her large natural breasts. The men all smiled as she looked nastily at them. She grasped her breasts and licked each nipple, teasing their minds. She walked up to the wanton men and pressed her large breasts around their faces. One by one she pulled the dollar bills clenched between their teeth.
Paul jerked at his pants trying to get his money out as she pranced around the stage, giving the men a good look at her breasts and letting them nuzzle between them. Paul, feeling excited, pulled out a handful of ones, when she came over to him. Mona giggled and had him slip the money in her thong and nuzzled his little head between her huge breasts, letting him breathe her perfumed body in. She gently kissed his forehead and smiled.
Paul was in heaven.
The wrap was almost completely off and the crowd wanted to see more. Mona bent over giving everyone a clear shot of her ass and the tightening of her thong against her wet lips. A loud moan came from the crowd as her glory was revealed. She threw her hair back and shimmied daringly, pulling her thong down her legs and over her heels. She gyrated and rubbed the fabric between her legs.
Mona licked her lips and smiled as she walked over to Paul and handed him her underwear in exchange for a twenty dollar bill. Paul closed his eyes and put the panties over his face to breathe her passion scent in. His pants almost ripped loose at the crotch at the smell of her. When she bent over in front of him showing her pussy, Paul lost it.
He stood and knocked his drink over with his stiffened cock. He could feel his pants sticky and wet against his crotch, as he leaned forward and buried his face in her muff. His tongue darted out and licked deeply inside of her. In shock Mona stood up grasping his face between her butt-cheeks. Paul grabbed her hips and frantically pulled back. Mona’s high heels tangled with her wrap. She lost her balance and all 462 pounds of her wobbled, fell off the creaking stage and crashed onto the floor atop Paul’s head. Paul’s neck snapped from the force of the fall and his head got wedged into Mona’s anus.
It took three men to pull his head out of her ass.