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Erotic tale 5: The Reward
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This little escapade happened a few years back. I was walking home from the station, one summer evening. The walk was about 20 minutes, the sun was out and I was feeling pretty mellow. Still about 15 minutes away from home, I noticed that a small car had been parked on a driveway, in front of a neat little house. What caught my eye in particular was that the car keys were still in the boot, sticking out for any passer by to take advantage of. I stopped, and did what any honest person would do. I walked up the short driveway and rang the bell.
The door was answered by a very pretty woman, blonde hair tied up, dressed in an air-hostess uniform of deep red. “Um, you seem to have left your car-keys in your car”, I said. She looked puzzled, and I pointed out to her car. “Oh... hang on”, said the air hostess, and stepped back to put her shoes onto her stockinged feet. “Are you sure? “ she said, in a lovely rich voice, and stepped elegantly down the drive alongside me, her sexy legs and tight ass beautifully enhanced by the tight skirt of the uniform. She reached the back of the car, and laughed, putting one hand to her face, blushing deeply. “Oh my god! My husband would have gone beserk if he was here! Thank you! Thank you!” and she reached out and touched my arm gratefully. Still blushing, she pulled the keys from the car. “Thank you for being so honest – some people would have taken advantage.”
“Well, you were a bit lucky” I said. “No harm done”
“I must thank you” she said, still laughing with embarrassment. “Come inside and have a cup of tea or something”. I murmured “Oh, no, don’t worry...”, but she was so lovely, looked so pleased at having not had her car stolen, and was quite insistent, so I followed the lovely legs and tight ass up the driveway.
“My husband says I’m such a ditzy blonde”, she laughed, leading me into a tidy kitchen. “Ive just come back from a flight, and to be honest, just got in. Luckily he wont know about this – he’s away this week.”
She put the kettle on, and I watched with a thickening cock as she prattled on ... “I’m always leaving things open...only last week..” ...and I watched the blonde hair, little whisps escaping from the hair-pins, the nape of her neck, the airline scarf, with the white blouse, and those legs, tight inside the skirt, just above the knee, the seam of her stockings...
“Now...is there anything I can do to repay you?” she said as we supped our tea. “I’m Donna by the way”.
“Steve”, I said, and looked at her slightly flushed gorgeous face, lip-stick still in place, friendly sexy eyes. “C’mon Steve” she laughed, “most men could think of at least one thing an air hostess could do for them”.
“Yes,” I coughed, hardly daring to hope. “You must get advances all the time, a girl like you, in your line of work.”
“Oh yeah – that!” That little laugh again. “Its constant. Hands on your bum, hands up your skirt. Its part of the job.”
“How do you fend them off?” I said, cock bulging in my trousers.
“Depends”, then much quieter, “sometimes I don’t”. She smiled at me. There was a pause, then she said with a little nervous laugh, “Sometimes we air-hostesses actually want a good cock after a long flight.”
“Still can’t think of anyway I can repay you?” she smiled, slightly flushed.
I put down my cup, and moved towards her, and slipped my hands around her slim waist. “Ive always wanted to fuck an air hostess” I said.
“Nows your chance”, murmured Donna, slipped her hand down to feel the bulge in my pants. “Mmmm... my god, Ive been groped and fondled all day. I need this.” She slipped my hand up her skirt, spreading her legs as far as they could go, the hem of the skirt riding sexily up her thighs. I slid my finger along the groove in her panties. They were slowly dampening through the pantyhose and knickers. My hands were yanking her panties down, hers were grappling with my belt, then trousers to free my aching cock. She stepped out of her panties, kissing me, and I ripped her tights to gain access to the hungriest cunt I had seen in ages. Donna had my cock out and was eagerly yanking it in her pretty hand, and I roughly finger fucked her up against the kitchen workstation. She was tearing off my shirt, and riding my fingers hard. “Fuck me!” she yelled. “Fuck me like the whore I am!”
Her skirt was bunched up around her hips, and I lifted her up by her arse cheeks. Eagerly, roughly, she wrapped one leg around my waist and guided my cock into her sopping cunt. “You sexy bitch” I yelled and thrust deep into her, as Donna gasped and started to moan. We were screwing like animals now, she was starting to shout “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, and I humped hard and firmly up inside her, her hair spilling loose, her lipstick smeared, her eye-shadow smudged, her torn stockinged legs wrapped hungrily around my back. She came, shrieking, and I spunked the biggest load of cum I’d ever produced, deep up inside her.
We lay for a few moments over the kitchen work top, spunk slowly dribbing down her legs. She smiled up at me. “Come upstairs, and we can play Hostess and Pilot”. I pulled out of her.. “well I really ought to be going..”
“No rush, Steve. Finish your tea.”
So I did. Within about ten minutes, I was hard again. Donna led me upstairs. “The pilot always gets his pick of the girls” she said as I followed her sexy arse upstairs. “I’m often first pick – one of them likes to take me up the arse. Wanna be a Pilot?”
I stayed the night, fucking Donna in every orifice. It was the start of a beautiful clandestine friendship, until she moved away about a year later.
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Posted on : Jan 19, 2017
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