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Airport Surprise - Chapter Two
I woke the next morning and realized the covers were gone. And so were my shorts. I was naked with no idea how I got that way. I opened my eyes and saw Taylor. She was on the edge of the bed staring at my soft cock.
"You saw me naked. I thought it was only fair that I got to see you naked. You've got a nice cock. May I touch it?" she asked.
"I suppose so," I said pensively.
She reached out and lightly ran her fingers across my now hardening cock. When it stood on its own, she wrapped her fingers around it. She squeezed it a few times then played with my balls.
"Another difference. My father was bigger around, but a few inches shorter," she laughed.
"When you're talking about a man's 'package', you should never laugh," I laughed.
"Sorry. That was rude," she kept laughing.
She fell back and we were both laughing uncontrollably. It took a few minutes, but we finally settled down.
"I called the airline. The airport will be closed all day. Oh, I also order breakfast. It should be here in a few minutes," she said.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Room service"
We both scrambled for our clothes. I was dressed first and Taylor ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I opened the door and the steward walk in. He set up breakfast, I tipped him and he left. Taylor open the door a crack.
"Is it safe?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's gone," I said, looking at what she ordered. "Feeding an army?"
I turned when she touched my shoulder. She was wearing only her T-shirt. It was long, ending just below her butt.
"Well, I didn't know what you might want and besides, I'm starving," she explained.
Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, croissants, bagels, fruit and coffee. I handed her a plate.
"Ladies first," I said.
She took the plate and kissed me on the cheek.
"Another difference, you're a gentleman," she cooed.
We got our food and sat by the TV. She finished off the eggs and looked at me.
"So what's your story? What do you do for a living? Where's home. Did I just sleep with a married man?" she asked.
"I was married, but she died five years ago. She worked in a research center and contracted a deadly virus. Four people died as a result. It was their fault and they paid dearly for it. I don't have to work, but I do. I'm a trainer for a large computer security firm. I travel all over the world training end users. I don't have a home. I sold it when my wife died. Now, when I'm not working, I vacation. I usually stay in the city I was training in for an extra week or two."
"Cool! You're homeless and enjoying it. Very cool!" she said.
She shifted her attention to the TV to catch the weather, again. We ate in silence watching the morning news programs on TV. According to all the weather people we saw, the first storm had slowed and the city was working hard to open the roads. There was a second storm headed in later that afternoon. One guy said it would hit during rush hour. I looked at Taylor when she giggled.
"Rush hour? Really? The roads are all closed. Nobody's going anywhere. When exactly is rush hour?" she asked.
"Yeah! I think he means between four and six tonight. Besides, the 'L' and subways are working, kind of!" I replied.
They said that the second storm might pass by tomorrow afternoon, but the cleanup could take weeks. The airport might reopen late tomorrow, but maybe not until the next day. I called the front desk again. They agreed to extend my stay through the weekend on the condition I paid for the days even if I left. I agreed.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Sure. Anything. I've already told you more than I've ever told anyone."
"You said I was a gentleman and implied that your father wasn't," I started.
"Oh shit! No! I didn't mean it like that. He was, well, my dad. He wasn't ever mean or anything. But, I was his daughter and he treated me like that. Except for the sex. It was a loving relationship, but a gentleman? It didn't work that way. In bed he was loving and gentle, but otherwise it was father daughter. I messed up, I paid the consequences. What was that expression I learned in school? 'No quarter asked, none given'? Just because I was sleeping with him, didn't mean I was treated special. It's the way I wanted it," she said.
"You on the other hand, treat me like a lady. You gave me the bed, let me go first at breakfast and haven't said a thing about me sitting here in just a T-shirt. I know you can see my vagina," she finished.
I couldn't help myself, I laughed. "You use words like 'shit', 'fuck' and 'mother fucker' and then you say vagina."
She set her plate down and lunged at me. She started tickling me.
"Would you prefer 'my pussy' or 'my cunt'?" she laughed.
I tickled her right back. We kept laughing and tickling each other. I fell out of my chair and almost got away, but she grabbed me and pinned me down. I was still laughing when she kissed me. It wasn't a quick kiss either. She had all the passion of an adult woman. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. She probed her tongue at my mouth. I opened it and her tongue found mine. We tongue wrestled as her arms wet around my neck. I pulled her close to me.
We kissed for what seemed like hours. Her arm slipped from my neck and found my cock. She rubbed and stroked me.
"Can I taste you?" she whispered.
She didn't even wait for an answer. She slithered down my body until her tongue found my hard-on. She licked the pre-cum off and tasted it. Then she went back for more. She milked my cock for all the juices she could get and then kissed it. Her lips parted and she took my cock-head into her warm wet mouth. She licked and sucked the mushroom head, driving me wild. I propped myself up to watch. Her golden curls were cascading around my crotch as her head bobbed up and down, taking more of me each time. I reached down and started fondling her nipple.
She moaned around my cock and the vibrations sent electric pulses through me. When I tried to reach between her legs, she moved so she was just out of my reach. I tried again, but she moved again. Then she popped my cock out of her mouth and looked at me.
"Ladies first. Remember? I get to eat you then you can eat me," she sung. "And, by the way, I like dirty talk. It turns me on."
With that she took me back into her willing mouth. She had all but the last two inches in her mouth and throat. God, she was good.
"Yes! Oh, Taylor! Suck me! Make me cum! Yes, keep sucking my cock!" I moaned.
Then the devil appeared and encouraged me to fuck her throat. It would be easy, just hold her head and ram the last two inches in. Fortunately, the angel appeared and told me not to. It's not the gentlemanly thing to do. I agreed with the angel.
Oh, that feels so good! I love the feeling of your throat gripping my cock. Suck me! Oh, Taylor, yes! I'm close!" I raised my pitch. "Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum! Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?"
In response, she molded her lips around the base of my cock-head. Her tongue licked the top. That was it. I exploded. Four strong blasts went into her mouth and she swallowed it all. Just as she released her hold another load splashed across her face.
"Oops! I guess you weren't done. Sorry!" she said looking at me.
I took her by the shoulders and brought her to my face. Then I licked her clean. She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"You eat your own cum?" she asked.
"Why not?" I replied pulling her face to mine and kissing her. "I can taste my cum when I kiss you after I cum in your mouth. What's the difference?"
"I just never met any guy that eats his own cum. You really are special," she said as she soul kissed me.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"It's my turn now. I get to taste your sweet vagina," I teased.
"It's a cunt, or a pussy, but I prefer cunt when I'm in bed. And yes you do Ethan, yes you do. It will be my pleasure," she mused.
She removed her T-shirt as I got comfortable between her smooth legs. Spreading her legs only opened her slightly. I started by kissing her thighs. First one then the other, getting closer to the center each time I switched sides. Soon I was licking her slit. Cream was oozing out of her and I lapped up every drop.
"Oh, yes. I like that. Kiss me there again. You make my cunt so hot," she moaned.
I spread her slit open and found her clit with my tongue. It was swollen and pink. I sucked and nibbled on it.
"Yes! Oh yes! I like that. Eat my clit," she moaned louder.
I did, lavishing my tongue on her clit. I slipped a finger into her hole, checking for resistance. There was some, but not much. I added a second finger and curled them up. I quickly found her G-spot and rubbed it.
"Fuck! Yes! More there! Rub me there. Don't stop. Yes!" she said.
I added a third finger and slid them in and out making sure I touched her G-spot regularly.
"God! Fuck yes! Finger-fuck my cunt! Oh God! Yes! Fuck! Shit! Cunt! My cunt! It's so hot!" she screamed.
She was writhing, pushing down with each thrust. Driving my fingers deep in her pussy.
"Yes! Deeper! In my cunt deeper! I'm so close" She screamed. "I wanna cum! Yes! Yes!"
I sucked her clit as I drove in as deep as I could. Deep and up, making sure I hit her G-spot each time.
"Oh! My! God! I'm cumming. Don't stop. There! Yes, there!"
She was gushing cunt cream. I swallowed it as fast as I could, never letting up on her pussy. The tips of my fingers touched her G-spot again. She screamed and almost broke my fingers as her muscled clenched. I fingered her through two more orgasms. She grabbed my ears and pulled me off her.
"Oh! Stop! Too! Sensitive! Can't! Take! More!" she gasped.
We laid together for a good five minutes. My drying fingers teasing her nipple. She moved her head and kissed me. The she took my hand and licked her cum from my fingers.
"I taste pretty good, don't I?" she purred.
"You taste amazing," I replied.
"So do you," she said, smacking her lips.
I woke the next morning and realized the covers were gone. And so were my shorts. I was naked with no idea how I got that way. I opened my eyes and saw Taylor. She was on the edge of the bed staring at my soft cock.
"You saw me naked. I thought it was only fair that I got to see you naked. You've got a nice cock. May I touch it?" she asked.
"I suppose so," I said pensively.
She reached out and lightly ran her fingers across my now hardening cock. When it stood on its own, she wrapped her fingers around it. She squeezed it a few times then played with my balls.
"Another difference. My father was bigger around, but a few inches shorter," she laughed.
"When you're talking about a man's 'package', you should never laugh," I laughed.
"Sorry. That was rude," she kept laughing.
She fell back and we were both laughing uncontrollably. It took a few minutes, but we finally settled down.
"I called the airline. The airport will be closed all day. Oh, I also order breakfast. It should be here in a few minutes," she said.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Room service"
We both scrambled for our clothes. I was dressed first and Taylor ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I opened the door and the steward walk in. He set up breakfast, I tipped him and he left. Taylor open the door a crack.
"Is it safe?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's gone," I said, looking at what she ordered. "Feeding an army?"
I turned when she touched my shoulder. She was wearing only her T-shirt. It was long, ending just below her butt.
"Well, I didn't know what you might want and besides, I'm starving," she explained.
Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, croissants, bagels, fruit and coffee. I handed her a plate.
"Ladies first," I said.
She took the plate and kissed me on the cheek.
"Another difference, you're a gentleman," she cooed.
We got our food and sat by the TV. She finished off the eggs and looked at me.
"So what's your story? What do you do for a living? Where's home. Did I just sleep with a married man?" she asked.
"I was married, but she died five years ago. She worked in a research center and contracted a deadly virus. Four people died as a result. It was their fault and they paid dearly for it. I don't have to work, but I do. I'm a trainer for a large computer security firm. I travel all over the world training end users. I don't have a home. I sold it when my wife died. Now, when I'm not working, I vacation. I usually stay in the city I was training in for an extra week or two."
"Cool! You're homeless and enjoying it. Very cool!" she said.
She shifted her attention to the TV to catch the weather, again. We ate in silence watching the morning news programs on TV. According to all the weather people we saw, the first storm had slowed and the city was working hard to open the roads. There was a second storm headed in later that afternoon. One guy said it would hit during rush hour. I looked at Taylor when she giggled.
"Rush hour? Really? The roads are all closed. Nobody's going anywhere. When exactly is rush hour?" she asked.
"Yeah! I think he means between four and six tonight. Besides, the 'L' and subways are working, kind of!" I replied.
They said that the second storm might pass by tomorrow afternoon, but the cleanup could take weeks. The airport might reopen late tomorrow, but maybe not until the next day. I called the front desk again. They agreed to extend my stay through the weekend on the condition I paid for the days even if I left. I agreed.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Sure. Anything. I've already told you more than I've ever told anyone."
"You said I was a gentleman and implied that your father wasn't," I started.
"Oh shit! No! I didn't mean it like that. He was, well, my dad. He wasn't ever mean or anything. But, I was his daughter and he treated me like that. Except for the sex. It was a loving relationship, but a gentleman? It didn't work that way. In bed he was loving and gentle, but otherwise it was father daughter. I messed up, I paid the consequences. What was that expression I learned in school? 'No quarter asked, none given'? Just because I was sleeping with him, didn't mean I was treated special. It's the way I wanted it," she said.
"You on the other hand, treat me like a lady. You gave me the bed, let me go first at breakfast and haven't said a thing about me sitting here in just a T-shirt. I know you can see my vagina," she finished.
I couldn't help myself, I laughed. "You use words like 'shit', 'fuck' and 'mother fucker' and then you say vagina."
She set her plate down and lunged at me. She started tickling me.
"Would you prefer 'my pussy' or 'my cunt'?" she laughed.
I tickled her right back. We kept laughing and tickling each other. I fell out of my chair and almost got away, but she grabbed me and pinned me down. I was still laughing when she kissed me. It wasn't a quick kiss either. She had all the passion of an adult woman. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. She probed her tongue at my mouth. I opened it and her tongue found mine. We tongue wrestled as her arms wet around my neck. I pulled her close to me.
We kissed for what seemed like hours. Her arm slipped from my neck and found my cock. She rubbed and stroked me.
"Can I taste you?" she whispered.
She didn't even wait for an answer. She slithered down my body until her tongue found my hard-on. She licked the pre-cum off and tasted it. Then she went back for more. She milked my cock for all the juices she could get and then kissed it. Her lips parted and she took my cock-head into her warm wet mouth. She licked and sucked the mushroom head, driving me wild. I propped myself up to watch. Her golden curls were cascading around my crotch as her head bobbed up and down, taking more of me each time. I reached down and started fondling her nipple.
She moaned around my cock and the vibrations sent electric pulses through me. When I tried to reach between her legs, she moved so she was just out of my reach. I tried again, but she moved again. Then she popped my cock out of her mouth and looked at me.
"Ladies first. Remember? I get to eat you then you can eat me," she sung. "And, by the way, I like dirty talk. It turns me on."
With that she took me back into her willing mouth. She had all but the last two inches in her mouth and throat. God, she was good.
"Yes! Oh, Taylor! Suck me! Make me cum! Yes, keep sucking my cock!" I moaned.
Then the devil appeared and encouraged me to fuck her throat. It would be easy, just hold her head and ram the last two inches in. Fortunately, the angel appeared and told me not to. It's not the gentlemanly thing to do. I agreed with the angel.
Oh, that feels so good! I love the feeling of your throat gripping my cock. Suck me! Oh, Taylor, yes! I'm close!" I raised my pitch. "Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum! Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?"
In response, she molded her lips around the base of my cock-head. Her tongue licked the top. That was it. I exploded. Four strong blasts went into her mouth and she swallowed it all. Just as she released her hold another load splashed across her face.
"Oops! I guess you weren't done. Sorry!" she said looking at me.
I took her by the shoulders and brought her to my face. Then I licked her clean. She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"You eat your own cum?" she asked.
"Why not?" I replied pulling her face to mine and kissing her. "I can taste my cum when I kiss you after I cum in your mouth. What's the difference?"
"I just never met any guy that eats his own cum. You really are special," she said as she soul kissed me.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"It's my turn now. I get to taste your sweet vagina," I teased.
"It's a cunt, or a pussy, but I prefer cunt when I'm in bed. And yes you do Ethan, yes you do. It will be my pleasure," she mused.
She removed her T-shirt as I got comfortable between her smooth legs. Spreading her legs only opened her slightly. I started by kissing her thighs. First one then the other, getting closer to the center each time I switched sides. Soon I was licking her slit. Cream was oozing out of her and I lapped up every drop.
"Oh, yes. I like that. Kiss me there again. You make my cunt so hot," she moaned.
I spread her slit open and found her clit with my tongue. It was swollen and pink. I sucked and nibbled on it.
"Yes! Oh yes! I like that. Eat my clit," she moaned louder.
I did, lavishing my tongue on her clit. I slipped a finger into her hole, checking for resistance. There was some, but not much. I added a second finger and curled them up. I quickly found her G-spot and rubbed it.
"Fuck! Yes! More there! Rub me there. Don't stop. Yes!" she said.
I added a third finger and slid them in and out making sure I touched her G-spot regularly.
"God! Fuck yes! Finger-fuck my cunt! Oh God! Yes! Fuck! Shit! Cunt! My cunt! It's so hot!" she screamed.
She was writhing, pushing down with each thrust. Driving my fingers deep in her pussy.
"Yes! Deeper! In my cunt deeper! I'm so close" She screamed. "I wanna cum! Yes! Yes!"
I sucked her clit as I drove in as deep as I could. Deep and up, making sure I hit her G-spot each time.
"Oh! My! God! I'm cumming. Don't stop. There! Yes, there!"
She was gushing cunt cream. I swallowed it as fast as I could, never letting up on her pussy. The tips of my fingers touched her G-spot again. She screamed and almost broke my fingers as her muscled clenched. I fingered her through two more orgasms. She grabbed my ears and pulled me off her.
"Oh! Stop! Too! Sensitive! Can't! Take! More!" she gasped.
We laid together for a good five minutes. My drying fingers teasing her nipple. She moved her head and kissed me. The she took my hand and licked her cum from my fingers.
"I taste pretty good, don't I?" she purred.
"You taste amazing," I replied.
"So do you," she said, smacking her lips.
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