Paris in Prison
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He arrived at the airport a little early. So after picking up his ticket, and checking his bags, he decided to sit down and read the paper till his flight was called. He was tired, and it was going to be a long flight. The fight with his wife the night before hadn't helped much. " Oh well ", he thought. " I'll sleep on the plane." He had all the extra work for his meeting caught up, so he could relax on the flight over. He took this trip for the annual stockholder's meeting once a year to Paris, and always enjoyed a few days rest after all the business was attended to. Sometimes he even took his wife, but this year the bitch could just sit at home. He was going to find some fun and maybe even get into a little trouble.
Sandy sat anxiously waiting for flight 191 to Paris to be called. She had never flown before, and was more than a little nervous. It had been only 5 months since the divorced was finalized, but the pain was still fresh in her memory. So the trip to her sister's abroad would help her to forget. Angela told her there were many things in Paris to take her mind off her troubles, and even had a job waiting for her.
Jim put down the paper, completely oblivious to what he was reading. What he needed was a stiff drink, and about 12 hours of sleep. He glanced at the board showing arrivals and departures and noticed it was time to board. " Flight 191 to Paris now boarding at gate 17" came the voice on the loudspeaker. Jim gathered his carry-on bag, and headed towards the metal detector.
Sandy's heart skipped a beat as she heard her flight called. " Here we go," she whispered to herself. She picked up her bag, and headed to the gate. She handed her boarding pass to the lady standing in the doorway. " Have a nice flight " said the attendant as Sandy entered the walkway going into the plane.
Jim found his seat on the aisle, and settled in. After a few minutes it looked as if no one would be sitting next to him. "Good," he thought. " More room for me to move around." He spotted an attractive blonde, obviously having trouble finding where she was supposed to be. He stood and approached her. " Anything I can do to help, miss ?" he asked as she turned to face him. " I cant seem to find what seat I belong in," she said as she showed him her pass. "Let me see if I can help you," he said politely. "Oh yes, you are in seat number 68, right next to mine. Here we are." She took the aisle seat right next to his. "Thank you so much," she said. " I guess you can tell I'm rather new at this. I've never even been on a plane before." She giggled nervously. " Glad to help," he replied, smiling. Maybe it wouldn't be such a boring flight after all. She wasn't hard on the eyes, and maybe she would be some nice company for him.
The flight attendants went through the usual routine of just what to do in case of emergencies, etc. Soon, the plane was taxiing down the runway. Sandy held on to the armrests for dear life. She never knew anything could move so fast. Jim looked over at her and grinned. "Nothing to worry about dear, pretty soon we'll be gliding along, and you won' t believe what you've missed."
It wasn't long after that, and she began to relax. The flight attendant made her rounds taking drink orders. Jim ordered a bourbon and Sandy requested a glass of wine. She didn't normally drink when nervous, but thought it might help. Jim glanced over at her and noticed that she had relaxed her grip on the arm- rest, and chuckled. She really WAS quite attractive now that he noticed. Her legs were long and shapely, and seemed to go on forever. She had crossed them, and her short skirt became even shorter, and moved up her thighs. Jim found his mind wandering to what might lie up a little higher. His eyes moved upward to her blouse. There were nice shapes under there too, he mused. He guessed at least a D cup. Mouth watering, he thought. It had been a while since he nibbled on a nice pair like she had. He glanced up when he realized she had said something to him. " Are you alright?" she asked. " You seem to be daydreaming". "Oh yes, I'm fine. Was just thinking to myself". They made friendly conversation for the next hour, and then enjoyed a relaxed dinner together. After the flight attendant had cleared their trays, Jim asked if she might like to move over and sit with him. "My seat mate didn't show up, wouldn't you like to sit here? It would make it easier talking". She got up and moved past him to the window seat next to him. Jim was really getting aroused. He could swear he got a whiff of her pungent pussy as she scooted past him. She took her seat, and smiled at him. "Yes, this is much better," she said to him. "Yes, now we can whisper and no one can hear us", said Jim.
They talked about his job, her divorce, and different other things, long into the evening. They each had a few more drinks and were really starting to relax when Jim mentioned to her once that he had made love to a stranger in the plane's restroom on the way to Singapore. She stared at him wide-eyed with fascination. He could almost see her mind working. She replied that she'd heard where people do that and call it the " mile high club." "Would you like to join the club too Sandy?" asked Jim. Before Sandy could answer him, Jim leaned over and touched his lips to hers. He heard her catch her breath, but suddenly she relaxed and opened her mouth slightly. He darted his tongue quickly inside and probed the inside of her hot mouth. His left hand came to her shoulder and massaged it lightly. She moaned deep in her throat, as her breathing quickened. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, and had forgotten how wonderful if felt to be kissed and touched. Jim's hand came away from her shoulder, and slowly inched it's way toward her breasts. His mouth was still on hers, but more urgent. He cupped her tit, and squeezed it. He grew braver, and reached under her blouse so he could touch her naked flesh. Her breasts were just as he imagined. She was soft, and sensitive to his touch. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she let out a sigh as his mouth left hers. "Sandy, I want you." Jim said. "I want to make love to you right here, right now." She never said a word, but got up, took his hand and led him out into the aisle of the plane. " Show me" was all she said. He walked toward the restroom as she followed.
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James' story 'What in the fuck am I doing out here?' he silently asked himself as he drove through the dark and nearly deserted streets. Then he would remember...one more good fuck and then it's time to end it. 'Damn my memory is going fast' he thought. 'I hope I find one before I completely forget what I'm doing. James had driven to this secluded but well known part of town for one reason...pussy. He was determined to get some just one more time and if he had to pay for it...
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It had been a long day and Caitlin was shattered. In her head she conjured a deep silky bubble bath accompanied by jasmine scented candles, and afterwards, snuggling up underneath crisp cotton sheets. Then an elbow dug her in the ribs – ‘Sorry Cait, didn’t see you there’ – and she returned to reality. The impossibly overcrowded hotel room was hot and her niche on the floor was growing too uncomfortable. Caitlin might be ready for bed but her roommate for the holiday, Louise, had other ideas....
My first time? Oh, I remember that quite well. One really never forgets those things do they? Let me see… oh, I’ve got it now. It was the summer of 1943 and America was at the height of the Second World War. I was nineteen at the time. My boyfriend Johnny was just wrapping up his job at the malt shop. A year older than me, he was a soda jerk, he loved that job. He was saving up to buy his first car, so he took any job that really was available. I made my way to the malt shop and found him...