Erotic Horizons

Erotic Horizons


Erotic Horizons

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Cole was a young salesman out of town on business. His dark hair, blue eyes, rugged jaw and athletic build helped him excel in his field, for the ladies really took to him, but since he was a workaholic, he never had time to unwind or take any of these women up on their offers. Not for a lack of wanting. He was incredibly sexually frustrated and he thought about sex frequently, but his busy schedule kept his life chained to his job. Once, the gorgeous receptionist accidentally dropped a folder on the floor while passing his desk, and squatted down to pick it up. She was wearing a short denim skirt, and he was at the right angle, and he saw the crotch of her pink cotton panties. His erection was so noticable that he couldn't leave his desk for the next 20 minutes. Yeah, Cole was a creature with enough bottled-up sexual drive for almost two men.

One fine August, Cole found himself running down a lengthy hallway, dodging and weaving around grounded passengers and potential passengers at the Little Rock airport. He was late and his flight was set to take off in, crap, who has time to look at a watch now? He managed to get to the right terminal on time, and got onto the plane, just before a flight attendant began to close up the pressure-locked door. He quickly made his way down the aisle, looking for his seat. Aware that his trek was taking him to the back of the plane, he was a little displeased, because it was a long flight back to Rhode Island and he didn't have anything to do and hoped to catch the movie. His ticket, #68, was in the very back row, aisle seat. The window seat was taken by a striking young woman. Dark, silky locks that went down to her shoulders, and captivating brown eyes. A loose t-shirt covered her top, but could not contain her shapely figure, and she wore a short, loose skirt. She had amazing legs. She looked up and smiled at him in greeting.

One fine August, Cole found himself running down a lengthy hallway, dodging and weaving around grounded passengers and potential passengers at the Little Rock airport. He was late and his flight was set to take off in, crap, who has time to look at a watch now? He managed to get to the right terminal on time, and got onto the plane, just before a flight attendant began to close up the pressure-locked door. He quickly made his way down the aisle, looking for his seat. Aware that his trek was taking him to the back of the plane, he was a little displeased, because it was a long flight back to Rhode Island and he didn't have anything to do and hoped to catch the movie. His ticket, #68, was in the very back row, aisle seat. The window seat was taken by a striking young woman. Dark, silky locks that went down to her shoulders, and captivating brown eyes. A loose t-shirt covered her top, but could not contain her shapely figure, and she wore a short, loose skirt. She had amazing legs. She looked up and smiled at him in greeting.

He put away his carry-on and removed his jacket. He was a bit sweaty from the run and he hoped that she would not take offense, as he took his seat.

"Hi. My name is Cole," he said in a peppy voice, imitating a flight attendant. "I'll be the set of legs you will have to cross over when you need to get up to use the bathroom, and I'll be sharing this very armrest with you"

She giggled. "That was cute. My name is Tanya. I'll be giggling at your jokes, if you keep it up"

Seeing an opening for innuendo, he responded with "I think I'll have no problem keeping it up" as he moved his eyes up and down, to emphasize her appearance. "Sorry, that was crude. I just left a business convention and I'm just now starting to get my mind out of the gutter"

"Don't be. It's the best compliment I heard all day, and there's nothing wrong about talking about sex." She crossed her legs, and his eyes went down instinctively to watch them. Tanya smiled at this. "Besides, you're a looker yourself. You look like you just finished playing football"

"Heh. I was late for this plane"

"It's sexy, that's all I'm saying"

The plane reached its pinnacle in height and everybody was allowed to take off their seatbelts. "May I?", Tanya asked?

"Please". Cole moved his legs to the left, as she shuffled over him. Through a combination of a strong hip swing, her loose skirt and Cole being slightly bent, he got a brief peek at her panties. White cotton briefs. He tried to think about something else, for fear of an erection sprouting and the awkwardness that would ensue when she returned. He picked up the safety procedure booklet and was intent on reading the whole thing, to distract his ever attentive penis. "I'm back," she whispered, as he found himself looking up at her, so surprised that she had snuck up on him. She shuffled over him, but his hands were still raised because he was holding the booklet. Without meaning to, his fingers brushed her thighs, about a couple inches below her ass. She looked down at him, and he tried to look away, but as she sat, she press a hand to his knee, as if to help balance her descent into her seat. The hand lingered on his knee, her fingers making concentric circles. He looked over at her, and her eyes were full of a passionate intensity. Cole eyed a blanket on the floor, by her feet, which she had probably been using prior to his arrival. He lifted it up and placed it over both their laps. His hand found her knee under the blanket, and his soft stroke brushed her skin. She bit her lip, and he could see that she opened her legs. Sensing his cue, he then slide his fingers along her inner thigh, a sensual caress along her silky smooth flesh. They reached her rim of her underwear, then he slide them back, moving the nails of his hand upwards, back to her knee. Cole repeated this light erotic touch, and he could hear her breathing get a little faster, and her legs parted even wider. He then slid his fingertips down again, down the crest of her valley and sliding along the crotch of her panties, and move up to the other thigh, moving with the same sensual grace up to her other knee. Then back again, this time, his fingers slowing down a little as they crossed the mound of her cotton-bound crotch. He circled the small button of her clitoris through her panties, as he moved his hand up her other thigh.

Tanya responded by moving her hand under the blanket, from his knee along the top of his leg, to the raised hill that centered around the front of his pants. She rubbed his hard cock through his dress pants, moving her fingers along the base, around the head, and brushing the tip. Cole shuddered, the progress of his hand stopping momentarily. He continued, moving his fingertips right at the mound of her slightly moist clit, and started to stroke it lightly. It was her turn to shudder, and a small murmur escaped her lips. Her grip on his penis tightened as the pleasure arched her back. Tanya moved her left leg over his right, to give him more space to perform. With the fingerwork similar to a musician, his thumb and ring finger massaged and teased her clitoris through her damp panties, while his index and middle finger rubbed along the contours of her pussy. Quick touches interweaved with long, slow strokes. The damp cotton valley evolved into a soaking wet lagoon, full of warn sex. Her breathing was tantalizingly erotic; slight whispers of ‘oh god’ mixed with whimpers of pleasure.

She, on the other hand (and quietly literally) had taken to unzipping his trousers, hand moved aside his boxers and was stroking his hard cock. Her touch was soft, and his staff was rigid in her hand. Her fingers moved from the base of his penis, along the underbelly, and her fingertips slide along the head of his cock, all the way to the point, then she’d start again at the base again. Each effort got him so aroused. So thick was his dick, it felt like an oak. His pants were now undone, his cock completely out, hidden by the blanket only. Determined to give as good as he got, he caught her hand, moved it aside, so he could reach over and pull off her soiled panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and saturated with excitement. She was as wet as he was hard.

Cole looked down the aisle. There was a movie in progress and everybody’s attention was to the front. The bathroom, which was about 7 feet behind him, was free. He pulled Tanya up and with him into the narrow compartment that passes for a bathroom, locking them both in. He sat her on the sink, as she hoisted her t-shirt as quickly as possible, and then, with a snap, removed her bra. Her C-cup breasts were firm, the aureolas pink and perfect, and the nipples firm and aroused. He couldn’t resist cupping her right one and inserting it into his mouth. His tongue moved across the tip, like a miniature windshield wiper

“OH GOD. Fuck me . Please!”, she exclaimed, as she pulled him towards her.

Cole’s hands rested on each of her thighs, pulling them both upwards and apart, as he inserted his firm pole within her. She was pleasantly tight, and so lubricated with excitement that his cock slid all the way inside her. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as his fleshy timber rubbed her clit and deeply penetrated her. His body stiffened a bit as the pure sexual joy coursed from his hips throughout his torso. Another slow, deep thrust. Her voice caught in her throat, halfway between a moan and a sigh. She was rubbing her nipples into his chest. Unable to control his passion any longer, he began to fuck her like a man possessed. Each thrust of his hips, each time he sheathed his penis in her cunt, was animalistic. Raw sexual need. Cole heard her whimpers escalate into breathy moans and graduate into uncontrollable yelps. Tanya’s nails dug into his back when she climaxed; a gushing affair which only made the following thrusts even more slick. Her pussy tightened, as her fingers ran through his hair. “D-don’t stop. Don’t s-stop”

He couldn’t if he wanted to. His cock shot in and out, back and forth in her, through her. His own moans were sharp and exhaled with increased breath, as if he were a train climbing to the top of a large hill. His hands were pressed against the mirror, supporting his weight and making it possible to leverage himself forward, his penis an enormous battering ram against the open chamber at the center of her hips. The muscles in his butt contracted with each propulsion, firm upon each executed thrust, his thighs tense with raw purpose. Cole changed his angle, coming in a bit lower, and that change of position connected with her dormant g-spot. Her back arched as she did her best to contain a pleasured shriek. He thrust again, same angle, and her body tensed up, and Tanya bit her lip. Another thrust and she moved move forward, capturing his lips in hers, her fingers rifling through his hair. Each subsequent thrust with his massively hard dick after that caused her to moan capriciously, the sound of her ecstatic outbursts passing through his mouth, which somewhat stifled them. Somewhat. Her nipples dug into his chest like bullets, as she was about to cum a second time. This one was going to be powerful. He was close to climaxing as well.

A final powerful thrust between her legs, and a few things happened. Her pussy clamped up, as her vaginal muscles contracted in a tight orgasm. She bit him on the shoulder, for it was all she could do to contain the throes of passion that coursed through her nerve endings. Her nails dug into his back. And Cole climaxed, upon the contraction of her pussy, and his body tightened and arched, as he quickly pulled out, his semen shooting across the confined room, hitting the mirror and leaving many sticky warm droplets on her thigh. She giggled again, her laugh a slight gurgle from the coitus aftereffect. They stayed that way for about half a minute, both naked, both spent, and their eyes locked on the other, as if searching for the words to segue this encounter back to a verbal communication again.

Thinking fast, Cole said, “And that, passenger #69, is the quick tour of the Southwestern bathroom. I hope that they were adequate for your needs”

Tanya giggled again. “More than adequate. I had a…lot of needs, but I’m glad that the fine men aboard Southwestern Air were able to…fill them”. Wink

“Shall we make our way back to our seats before we miss our complimentary pretzels?”

“Might as well. It smells like sex in here. Should we write a wordy letter to this airline and complain?”

“We might score free tickets back to Little Rock. I rather enjoyed this particular flight”

“Har har. Damn. I just realized that all my extra panties were checked in. Is it too unladylike to wear a skirt this short and not wear anything underneath it?”

“I don’t know about ladylike, but if you go commando in a skirt that short, I guarantee you will be fucked by your armrest companion before this flight ends.”

“Promises promises”

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. With benefits.
Written by Fourcorners
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