She was flying on an airplane on vacation. Although she was flying with a large company, she was lonely as always. It was a two-hour flight, but it wasn’t that long for her. She liked to be alone, she didn’t like to talk… so she put her headphones in her ears and closed her eyes, shutting out her seatmate… In the next chair, on the other side, her daughter was already asleep, covered by a blanket… She closed her eyes and immediately images of the recent past came to mind…
She saw herself in the office, at her desk… there are several other desks in the office, for she is not sitting in it alone… But the girls are not nosy, all accustomed to minding only their own business and not prying into other people’s monitors…
It was only a day yet, but she was already nervous… because she knew that today he had promised to come… the first time she would see him… the first time she’d seen him since they’d met… she’d never met on the Internet before, never trusted anyone as much as she trusted him… It was him she had been raving about the whole time they had met, imagining him, going to sleep thinking of him, and waking up thinking of him… For his sake she had changed herself, for his sake she had learned to write stories… Because before she could not imagine what was going on in her heart… and now he was an integral part of her life…
She’s been waiting for him all these months…and now, finally, today, she’ll see him…
She didn’t know what she was going to tell him… She simply decided to leave it to chance, and then we’d see…
Since the morning she had been nervous, afraid that they would notice how her hands and voice were trembling… She did all the work on automatic, answering emails, making phone calls, even held one meeting… but she did not remember the result of her actions… everything seemed right… dinner… I can’t get anything down my throat… everything shrinks… … to make it to the evening, it would be easier…
And then everyone went home… She was, as always, the last one left the office… no one is surprised anymore, she’s almost always the last one out of the office… and well, no need to explain anything to anyone… she heard the cleaning woman already rattling buckets in the hallway, moving farther and farther away… the familiar sound of every night… she was leaving later than the cleaning lady… he was still gone… She was slowly beginning to let go of her tension and excitement… He probably wouldn’t come, couldn’t make it, whatever happened… there was one more thing left to do, clean up the table… Automatic movements do not distract from thoughts of him… Everything is so familiar… Only today the table is a bit more of a mess than usual, a nervous day is taking its toll…
Footsteps in the hallway… She still hopes it’s not him… she doesn’t even know if she wants this meeting anymore… she begins to shake, she feels in her bones that it’s him and not someone else… footsteps closer… stopping in front of her door… turning the knob… the door opens… it’s really him… the pencil in her hand, which she wanted to put away in a pen holder… she just forgets about the pencil because it’s the first time she’s seen it… not in a photo, but like this, live, in real life… Just like she imagined… A T-shirt tucked into blue jeans… Tall, not skinny… Just the way she likes him…
Her eyes meet his… His eyes are indeed gray… before, she wondered, which ones were they? Light? Dark? And now she saw it for herself… it was his eyes she most wanted to see when she met him… and she was so afraid of seeing the disappointment in them… that was what she was most afraid of… but his eyes smiled as they looked at her…
– Hi, Natasha… – those were his first words… voice… she could have listened to that voice all her life… something like the voice of the lead singer of Leningrad… a little husky, but very beautiful… she had heard it several times on the phone and could still remember the goosebumps running down her skin…
– Hello, sunshine, the familiar greeting… She was confused, it seemed that all thoughts had scattered somewhere…
He turned cautiously, locked the door… a slight click… the door locked… she stared at him without looking away… he took a few steps towards her… walked around her desk… she was still silent, so unaccustomed to seeing him here, beside her, and not his name on the screen…
He stood next to her.
– So this is where you work…
He must have imagined her more than once, too… and now he was looking down at her… a little mockingly and confidently.
– Are you very busy? No? What shall we do?
He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were laughing… He slid to the edge of the table, stood in front of her, between the table and her chair… pushed her wheelchair back a little… …pushed her legs apart with his knees, so that he was between her spread legs… I sat down on the edge of the table… The fabric of her skirt with two slits on the sides stretched over her thighs…
The pencil she was still holding fell on the table with a clatter… rolled across it and fell to the floor… she looked at it, but decided not to pick it up… and when she looked up, she saw his hands on the waistband of his jeans… she looked at his hands and enjoyed seeing it for the first time… She looked up at him…
– What do you think we can do now? Not psychoanalysis, that’s for sure…
There was no more strength to smile… She lowered her eyes again and touched her fingertips to his hands… Cautiously at first, as if not believing her sensations, and then more confidently, gently stroking his fingers with her own… just stroking and enjoying… How many times to imagine it and finally get…
– Hang on, we’ll make it all today…
He started unbuttoning the button on his jeans… then the zipper… everything was like in slow motion… and before her eyes floated the letters in the background of the messenger dialog box… “I am carefully unbuttoning the button on your jeans… pulling down the zipper, careful not to pinch you with it…” But it was here, not on the screen… and couldn’t believe the reality of what was happening, that just a little while longer she would see his dick, touch it with her warm and flexible tongue…
The zipper is undone… he pulls his T-shirt out of his jeans, pulls the elastic band of his underpants down, under his already erect dick… there it is, in front of her eyes… he holds his dick with one hand and puts the other on the back of her head, gently pushing her head towards him… but she doesn’t need any prompting, her lips are drawn to his cock like a magnet… but she’ll take his dick in her palm first, as she once described it to him. She’ll run her palm over his dick from the head to the base of his cock, from top to bottom, all the way down to the elastic band of his underwear. So that the head is exposed, shiny, soft, satiny. So that she could smell the unique scent of his head. She leaned even closer, breathed in HIS scent. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little. She gently touched the head of his cock with her tongue. The very tip of her tongue to the very tip of the head. He knew she liked to give blowjobs, so he gave her the opportunity. And she ran her tongue all over the head, licking it in a circle, and from the bottom up, along the frenulum to the tip of his cock. She liked to listen to his heavy breathing that came out of his mouth in time with the movements of her tongue on his cock. It spurred her on, excited her, delighted her! She was afraid he wouldn’t like it, but she was wrong. She pulled away from his cock briefly to admire the head of his cock again. The head was darkened by the blood rushing to it, and the first clear drop of lubricant spurted from the hole. She licked it off with her tongue, savored it in her mouth. She couldn’t contain herself any longer, she wrapped her lips, so moist and warm, first around the tip of the head, and then all the way to the foreskin. She closed her eyes in pleasure and circled the head already in her mouth with her sharp tongue. Round and round she went, fingering the satiny skin of the head with her tongue, then pressing her tongue hard against it. And with the palm of her hand she continued to guide the shaft of the cock that had not yet been in her mouth. But it wouldn’t be for long. She began sucking his cock into her mouth, listening to his breath catch. Until she touched the hair on his pubis with her lips. This was exactly how she’d described it to him in their privates, exactly how she’d done it in real life. She pulled her head back, releasing his cock from the captivity of her hot mouth. And watched his cock, wet and glistening little by little, emerge from her lips. She couldn’t see if he was looking up at her, but it didn’t matter. He was probably watching, and she liked that, too. She liked the feel of his palm on the back of her head, which had drawn her head powerfully and gently to herself in the beginning, but now it was just lying there, buried in her hair.
Her hands rested on the elastic band of his panties under his cock. Something was missing, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And then she realized that what was missing was his balls! She still hadn’t seen them yet. She reached into the rubber band of her panties with her other hand, not letting the head of his dick out of her mouth, because she just couldn’t part with it. Her tongue stroked her mouth on its own as her fingers released his balls. She did pull the head of his dick out of her mouth to look at all this beauty. And there was a lot to look at… A standing, hard and large cock, with a smooth, wet head, a roll of foreskin, a taut frenulum, swollen veins on the shaft of the cock, and finally, hard balls of balls. She touched them with her fingertips and looked up at him. He was looking down at her.
– Will you show me how you like it best?
– Sure, but a little later…
He didn’t get to finish the sentence, because she took her eyes off him again and leaned toward his dick. Or rather, not even to his dick, but to his balls. She wanted to touch them with her tongue. She knew his next request. She’d heard it so many times in private from him. And so many times she had imagined it with her eyes closed, it all seemed so familiar now. She stuck her tongue out, just a little bit… Gently touched his balls, lifted by a panty eraser. Very gently, not even boldly. And then she closed her eyes and ran her wide, wet tongue over one of his balls first. The way a cat licks its kittens. And I enjoyed the smell of him, just him… And the feel of the soft skin of his balls on her tongue. Her tongue slid to the other egg, and left a wide, wet trail on it, too. She licked his balls like she was hungry. Then she opened her mouth and took each of his testicles, in turn, into her mouth that had become so greedy… Giving each one the tenderness of her tongue and the power of her lips. Sucking each one in turn with her lips, muffling with pleasure, tickling them with the tip of her tongue.
Her head was beginning to rumble with excitement, and her lower abdomen was getting hot and heavy. She felt herself starting to lose control. Her skirt was in the way, the edges of its hem digging into the skin on her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs… Her panties, drenched with lubricant, got in the way… This had never happened before… She had never wanted anyone so wildly… She’d be mad at the touch of his dick. He didn’t do anything yet, just dipped his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, gently tracing it… She was aroused by the anticipation, not by the very caresses he was about to give her. She sucked, licked, kissed, stroked with gentle fingers …then his balls, then his cock… …then gently touched them with the tip of her tongue, then pressed them hard with her tongue. And I wanted more and more…
She felt him take her by the shoulders and pull her up… How hard it was to get up now, to get away from him, even for a moment. She stood up, pressed against him with her whole body, feeling his hot and wet cock through the fabric of her skirt… She rested her head on his shoulder. Her lips reached for his neck, for the vein on his neck, which throbbed in a frantic rhythm… Gently she touched it with her lips, began to move higher, to his earlobe… She wrapped her lips around it, then her teeth, biting gently… He turned her back to the table and sat in the chair where she had just sat… again spreading her legs with his knees. She found herself pressed against the edge of the table… and again the fabric of her skirt stretched over her thighs, exposing her legs to mid-thigh in the slits on the sides.
– I want to look at you.
It wasn’t even a request, he said it as if he was sure of her answer. Somehow she didn’t feel embarrassed now, as he stared at her and stroked her thighs with his hands… from the knee upwards… tracing the contours of her figure… tracing the contours of her breasts… and down again… He undid the lowest button on her blouse… then another and another and another… until he undid the top button… pulled her blouse apart, exposing her breasts, draped in a white lace bodice, deeply cut, almost to her nipples… Her nipples were showing through the lace in pink circles… He touched them with his fingers, and under his hands they began to shrink, gathering into wrinkled mounds… She reached for his hands, pressing her whole chest against his palms… And when he removed his hands, her nipples were already protruding from her bodice… His fingers confidently grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, gathering it in the folds. Baring her stockinged legs. Pulling her away from the edge of the table a little, he pulled her skirt up to her waist… Now she was standing in front of him with her skirt pulled up to the waist, stockings and tight white panties… And a short-sleeved blouse, unbuttoned… He ran his palm between her spread legs, through the wet fabric of her panties… from bottom to top… …caught the sides of her panties, pulled them down her thighs… Pulled the chair back for a second so she could step out of them… Dropped her panties on a nearby table and pushed the chair up to the table again…
– Sit on the table…
She moved the keyboard away from the edge by touch, rested her hands on the edge of the table, and jumped lightly onto the table with her naked ass… He took her legs by the thin ankles and put them on the armrests of the chair… She was now imagining exactly what he was seeing… How many times she had described it… “Lips swollen and parted… Smooth, shaved, so that not a single hair remained… Only a triangle of hair on the pubis… Between the lips already so wet… and the open cunt hole…” Yes, it’s open, already flowing… But his beloved anus hole was nowhere to be seen… He touched his fingers to the inside of her thigh, where the stocking ended and the bare, slightly tanned skin began… He ran his fingers up to her shaved lips… Gently touched them… Very tender, pink, and so plump. Like a pie… Slid his finger between them, taking his time getting into her open cunt… Moved the chair even closer… Leaned over… What exactly he was doing, she couldn’t tell exactly… But no one had ever licked the way he did… His tongue made her lose control of herself, made her moan, bite her lips, hard, until she bled… and even harder to spread her legs and stretch out against his tongue and fingers… It seemed that a little more, and she would faint from the rush of sensations… But how he understood this moment is not clear… Probably because he loved oral sex and knew how to make her pass out… and then back off again, giving her a break… Again and again…
– I want you, I want you very much…
She found the strength to whisper it, hoping that her voice would not be too soft and hoarse and that he would hear her. He got up from the chair, pulled her by the shoulders to him with one hand, keeping the other hand on her cunt… He looked into her eyes… From dark gray they turned almost black with excitement and mad desire… And in the depths of her eyes I saw the same debauchery, those devils that I expected to see there… He ran his hand down her back, feeling the hot skin under the thin fabric of her blouse.
– Which of my holes do you want? – her puckered and swollen lips whispered faintly…
– You know the kind of…
He helped her slide off the edge of the table and turn her back to him. She leaned forward, leaning on her elbows. Her legs were still wide apart. He settled back into the chair… Her ass was now right in front of his eyes. He spread her buttocks and ran his wide, relaxed tongue between them, up and down, from her open cunt to the hole in her anus. Feeling all the folds of skin between her buttocks with my tongue. Just as he described it to her. Then I stroked the fold between her buttocks with my fingers… He stopped at the hole in her anus, which was right in front of his eyes… He gently pressed it. At first reluctantly, as if resisting, the sphincter clenched, and then increasingly relaxing the ring of muscles, he began to let his finger into it. Until his finger plunged all the way into her asshole. He gently and slowly twisted his finger in her anus, hearing the moans coming off her lips with each movement he made. He got up from the chair without removing his finger from her asshole. His dick plunged into the hot, wet flesh of her cunt. She thrust back, thrusting her cunt onto his hard cock, completely, hard and sharply, all the way to the base of his cock! Just the way she loved it! And she felt the head of his cock inside reaching almost all the way to her uterus! She wanted to scream, but she bit the back of her hand! I wondered how he felt now, having tasted her cunt with his cock for the first time. Did he feel his finger in her ass through the thin partition as his cock fucked her?
– Fuck me in the ass! Please do it! I can’t take it anymore!
He pulled his finger sharply out of her asshole. He pointed his dick, wet with her lubricant, at her anus hole, and gently pressed the head of his dick into it. She tensed a little. He pulled the head out of her asshole, but only for a second, to go back in, but deeper… Deeper and deeper each time, until his cock plunged all the way into her asshole. And she took pleasure in it now that her muscles were stretched. She began to move toward him, toward his cock, which was already fucking her in the ass as hard as it had before in her cunt. He put his palm around the base of her dick and started alternately guiding it back and forth between her cunt and her asshole. Yes! That’s exactly how she liked it, and he remembered that! And she felt that she couldn’t delay the orgasm any longer, it was already budding in the depths of her bosom, the very wave that would soon overwhelm her, make her scream! A few more strokes of his cock then into her cunt, then into her asshole… Just a little more… Until she was shaking… Until a wave of orgasm overtook her… He froze in her asshole, letting her enjoy the sensation… Then she turned to face him… She was smiling.
– Now it’s your turn…
She knelt down in front of him… Took his cock in her mouth… So enormous and tense, his cock… And sucked it hard inside her! Completely! All the way down! She put her palm around his balls and he put his palm on hers. He promised to show her how to squeeze his balls… They squeezed them together in the palm of her hand while her lips moved on his cock in a frantic rhythm. She felt him tense, his palm squeezing his balls even harder in her palm. And there it was… Those long-awaited thrusts of cum against her throat… She could feel them flowing down her throat in warm, viscous droplets, gathering in her mouth… Portion after portion… Until they filled her mouth completely… A few sips… Until there was nothing left in her mouth, just a lingering residue on her tongue and palate… She wrapped her lips around his dick one last time, sucking the rest of the cum out of him… And rose from her knees…
– Where shall we go, sunshine? – she looked at him with satisfied eyes.
She woke up to a flight attendant touching her shoulder.
– Is everything okay with you?
– Yes… – She didn’t notice the tears running down her cheeks.
– Fasten your seat belts, please. We sit down…
