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I want to tell you a story. I am no writer, no literary scholar or anything, I just want to give you my confession. While I see most of yours are violent, mine is not. Mine is a confession of passion. I routinely work out of town. I am not married, in my forties and in great shape. I chose a life of my career versus a life with a spouse and children. This has allotted my many adventures with many different people. But it also means I substitute my loneliness with casual company. Now I am not going to lie, I am experienced. I have slept with many women, some I can no longer name, others I wish I still could see. This one night in particular, well one day, into night, was the most remembered sexual event of my life. One without recourse, without retribution, without promises. It was a day of pleasure, for the mind and body, encompassing all my senses. If I were to marry, it would be with her. I will leave names and locations out. Allow your readers to substitute in as they wish. I wake up from my stumbling sleep, I have issues sleeping when alone, I take Ambien for this though, and swing my feet to the floor. It is 4am. Being I fly often on many different trips from my line of work I am rather use to 4am wakeups. I rub my eyes looking around the room. When I stand my morning hard on is alive and well. I walk into the bathroom and try to push my hard-on down so I can piss. It’s just too hard. I don’t have to go that bad but I do need to go. Only one thing to do right? I have time I remember thinking. I go back to the bed and lay back. I reach into my drawer and grab my always handy bottle of lube and coat my right hand liberally and place the tube back in the drawer. With my erection in my hand I begin to stroke. I take long slow strokes, occasionally concentrating on the base of its head. I use my other hand to rub my sack as I continue to stroke my erection. The sensation I get from masturbating is completely different than sex. I am focused solely on the pleasure it gives me, from the one source it is coming from. With sex I am focusing on her and all the other sources of pleasure that are souring the act. Masturbation is focused and amazing. Feeling your shaft swell as it fills with cum, back off to let it subside and doing that over and over again, driving yourself to the breaking point. When I do cum I try to catch as much as I can in my hand. I then take what I have and slurp it down my throat, tasting myself. Let me pause here for the gents readin, if you don’t taste yourself and expect her to, you’re selfish. A learned lesson in life is your cum changes flavor with what you eat, fact. So how do you know what she is tasting? If you routinely taste yourself then you can adjust your diet that will make things much better for her. OK moving on from that. After I had come and tasted my sweetness my erection subsided and was finally able to take a piss. I then took a nice hot shower. Still completely naked, walking around my apartment I made some coffee, had a banana and oatmeal for breakfast. Am I giving too much detail? Boring you? I don’t know how to do this stuff, sorry. Ok anyways I get into my Uber and head for the airport. Plenty of time left. I enjoy a relaxing experience, as much as it can be anyway, at the airport. Getting there early allows me to stroll on through with no worries. I’m sitting at the terminal, flipping through my Facebook when I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. This woman is walking by wearing nothing flashy, just some old sweats and a little top, probably just comfy clothes. She was obviously not trying to impress anyone. I raised my head to watch her. She was gorgeous. Her hair swayed side to side as she walked, long, blonde. She was nicely shaped, not skinny, not fat. Her ass was concealed by the sweat pants but it was still obvious what she had. She sat down in the same terminal as me, just a few rows over. I continued to stare, knowing how obvious I was. Her face was perfect, lips full, eyes big and blue. She had the tiniest of dimples, even before smiling, which I really wanted to see at this point. She got situated pulled out her phone and began flipping through it. I watched her, scanning over every inch of her though I could see. I was sold. It was her not trying to impress that was impressing. Her subtle hidden features that she could not put away, like the dimples. Her glossy hair let me know she took care of herself. Her hand, with no wedding band let me know she might be available. Her running shoes and sweats let me know she was in shape. As I watched she finally smiled at whatever she was looking at. A small little laugh. I couldn’t help but smile myself. I knew at that moment before this day was through I would be talking to her. Funny thing about women Mr. Confessions, at least in my learned lessons, they know what they are doing. They know when they are being watched, everything they do is for a reason. I mention that because as you will find out, that’s exactly what she was doing. As I watched her, mapping out her little quirks, trying to find my conversation point she looked up. Her eyes went straight to mine. I didn’t turn away. I wanted her to know I was looking at her and she made it clear she appreciated it. As she stared at me she smiled again, glanced down, I figured it was at my hands, looking for what I looked for on her. After a second, seemingly please she looked back up at me grinned and looked back at her phone. That little interaction got my cock to wake up. Silly I know but that’s who she was. I was immediately turned on by her. I looked at my watch, 45 minutes till boarding. 45 minutes of this little game. I needed to make a play right? I got up and started walking, as I walked passed her I only slightly gazed to see if she was following me, she was. Her eyes tracked me as I went passed, this was perfect. Not knowing, a safe bet is a medium coffee with cream and sugar, little heavy on the sugar. This seems to be a good default in case you don’t know how they like their coffee. As I walked back, holding two cups of coffee I approached her from the side, giving her time to notice me as to not surprise her. She looked up, noticing the cups and smiled. I held hers out, she took it and thanked me. Her voice! I was hypnotized. I asked if I could join her for a few, and she excitedly agreed. I sat across from her, this gave me the best view to take her in with and not be threatening. During our little talk I learned we were going to the same city. She was meeting a friend and they were just going to hang out for a few days. We hit it off immediately. Our conversation was no stop. The 45 minutes flew by. As I stood up to begin boarding I asked her if she would mind if I sat next to her on the flight. That would give me another few hours with her. She smiled and nodded, “I would expect it.” She said. After we were seated, carry on stowed away, buckled up she immediately asked the flight attendant for blanket. “I get cold.” She said to me, with a strange little smile that I couldn’t figure out. After a few the attendant brought her the blanket and she covered herself with it. “Here.” She said, “You need some to, you look cold.” And slid some of the blanket across my lap. The sun had still not come up, it would be another hour or so. The plane was dark, passengers hardly making a sound. Most would be asleep within a few minutes. As the plane taxied down the runway I felt her hand brush mine under the blanket and when the plane accelerated she reached for it, grabbed my hand and squeezed, hard. As the plain lifted off the ground she stared straight ahead, gripping my hand with amazing force. The landing gear retracted she didn’t move. The engines slowed, her grip relaxed a bit. We began leveling off, she let go, looked at me and smiled again, “Sorry, I get nervous on takeoffs and landing.” I let her know it was OK and that I got nervous also. We were quiet for a little while. Letting the plane settle, the passengers falling to sleep, she just stared out the window and I stared at her. I could smell her hair. I was so drawn to her. Again, like a scene right from a movie she turned her head and caught me staring at her, damnit. There was no smile this time. Only a look, she was looking right through my eyes, right into my mind. Her mouth opened, just a little, lips parting as her breath seeped out from between them. “Is the blanket keeping you warm?” She asked. I nodded. She nodded back. I went to go say something but felt her hand on my thigh. She was moving it slowly inward and up. I didn’t look down. I just stared at her as he stared at me. She nodded again and gave a little wink. I smiled. Her hand soon found my cock. Even contained in my pants the bulge was apparent. She rubbed it from the outside never taking her eyes off mine. Her movements were slow but deliberate. She wanted me to feel it. She began working the button freeing it she slid the zipper down. She reached under my boxers, my hard cock begging for her touch, for her warm soft hand to grasp it, to fondle it and she did. She wrapped her hand around me. My dick throbbed the instant she touched me. Her mouth opened as in awe as she felt it pulse and grow as it filled with blood. She slowly slid her hand around it, feeling me. We still did not talk. I was enjoying her and she was obviously enjoying me. I don't think I have ever been so horny or so hard as I was right then. I wanted her. I wanted to fill her pussy with this now massively hard cock. I wanted to make her orgasm, cum, explode, scream and pant. Her hand was so warm, “I could fuck you right now.” she said very softly to me. I couldn't speak. I could feel the cum leaving my balls, creeping slowly up my shaft. I knew what she wanted me to do. I knew she wanted the mess that was about to happen. She was not fazed, she was not deterred but determined. She was testing me, testing my limits. Did I want this mess? Was I willing to accept this outcome? So much raced through my head and she continued to stroke my cock softly. Using my uncircumcised skin to slide over my head. I was willing Mr. Confessions. I wanted her to know her little test was nothing. So I mouthed to her, “I am cumming.” She smiled, what a fucking smile it was. As I unloaded my cum into her hand, on the blanket covering us, on my boxers and pants I through my head back. She grasped harder, pulling to squeeze every drop out. Her mouth was plain, her gaze was alluring. I could feel her slide her hand up, making a cupping motion, collecting my cum. “How do you taste?” She whispered slowly as she put her hand to her mouth. You could her as she lapped up my juice, the little noises of saliva, tongue and enjoyment. Tiny little moans as she sucked it down her throat. The flight was a little more exciting than my usual flights for sure. The rest of the time we engaged in conversation as if nothing happened. But it did, the dried cum in my and on my clothes and the blanket spoke to that. We talked about who we were, what we did, the usual. Rehashing some of the details we learned about each other earlier. In between conversation we would just take each other in. sizing each other's gaze up. Wondering what each was thinking, applying our own fantasies I’m sure. Shortly before landing we agreed to meet up sometime for lunch and exchanged phone numbers. I knew, she knew there was no intentions of just lunch. The test on the flight opened a massive door that we had to go through. And I couldn't wait! After we landed we pretty much parted ways, a quick good bye as we each went separate directions. I didn’t even make it to the cab before my phone alerted me to a text message. It was her. The message consisted of one word, “Delicious.” and a smile emoji. I responded in turn, with to words “you’re next.” with a wink emoji. The game was on. We would tease each other until we met again, and we did. The first day was pretty much all work we would send alluring little messages back and forth, occasionally I would get a very seductive yet mysterious picture. I knew what it was but it was done in a teasing way. She really new how to push my buttons, that's for sure. I really didn’t plan on seeing her for a few days at least, not until she had time with her friend. I learned quickly, this girl was nothing but surprises. She texted me around 9pm that night. I was laying in bed, just got done taking my Ambien, usually need it after the first day between all the flying and work, and resting the day away in a crap hotel room. She wanted to come over, her and her friend. Right then I was let down, I really wanted to finish things but I could wait. So I told her OK. Hoping I wouldn't regret that Ambien now. Not even 20 minutes went by, I was in the shower when there was a knock at the door. I kinda laughed a little. Got out, wrapped the towel around myself, still dripping wet, I opened the door. There she stood looking amazing. I can't describe her. Her outfit was spot on. Her short loose fitting dress hugged her body perfectly. Her thin shirt dr*ped over her breast revealing the obvious fact a bra was not being worn. Her legs shiny lifted slightly by her heels. He eyes scanned over my half naked body as I did the same to her. As she moved to come in I finally noticed her friend standing to the side. She was just as gorgeous. Taller, fit and a red head. She smiled at me as I locked eyes with her. Her eyes gesturing down towards the towel. “Bad time?” she asked as she also pushed her way into the room. “No.” I said “just finishing up. I’ll be out in a second.” I shut the door, locked it and went back into the bathroom to finish my shower. Obviously I was in a little bit more of a hurry now. My back was turned from the door, soap running down from my hair and into my face when I heard the shower curtain slide open. Nothing was said but i felt a hand reach around me and grab my cock. I leaned back and felt a firm pair of tits push against my back. The hand stroked my cock, “Let me feel you get hard.” the voice said. Only one problem, it was not her voice, it was her friend's voice. “Keep it up, you won't have to wait long.” I replied with a little laugh at the end. “Don't talk.” she said, demanding. I could feel her breath on my back as her tongue slid on my back, up towards my neck. Both arms wrapped around my waist playing with my now hard cock. She remarked on how big I was. How my head was huge. She ran her fingers over the veins feeding the blood to my swollen shaft. Following each and every part. “Fuck me.” she demanded as she turned me toward her. I looked down into her eyes. She was ready to go. We immediately kissed. Our tongues playing a tango in each others mouths, I pushed her back against the wall of the shower, still kissing. My hands found her hair, her ass her breasts but she was not happy. “I said fuck me!” The tone was harsh. She spun around, pushing her ass against my crotch. I moved back, grabbed my dick with my right hand and helped guide it to her pussy. As I slid in her head banged backwards, a moan of pleasure erupting from her, “Fuck yes!” she moaned as I went in deeper. I slid in. I slid in slowly, she pushed back, speeding it up. She didn't want to play, this was obvious. So I had to oblige. I thrust into her. Hard, grabbing her thighs to help getting deep. I could feel her tight pussy caress me, My dick hitting the back of her pussy. She was already cumming, her legs quivering, her screams loud. I put one hand over her mouth while I used the other to pull her hair back towards me. I continued to fuck her, the water dripping from my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow, I looked, it was her, my plane ride partner. She was watching us. This excited me more I thrust into her harder, her moans were amazing, I was basically holding her up because her legs were giving out. It was like a non stop orgasm. She bucked she winced she came. As I got faster she sensed what was coming she began to help, thrusting back into me as I thrust forward into her. I was going to cum so hard. May paced picked up my dick began to swell, “I'm cumming!” she pulled away spun around and put her mouth on my dick in an amazing fast fluid motion. She did this just in time to take in my full load.Her hand slid up and down my dick, pumping my cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and even when I was done she still sucked. When I couldn't take it anymore I pulled her up, she kissed me and walked out of the shower, leaving it open as my plane partner stood there, staring and smiling. “Meet Courtney. She wanted to say hi. Now get out, you are far from done.” she finished and turned and walked out. Her ass perfectly formed in that dress. I am going to be honest Mr. Confessions. I was taken back. These two girls were far from what I have ever encountered on these business trips. I am not complaining one bit, not at all. I was in heaven to be honest. I could hear them talking and laughing as I was drying off. I debated on getting dressed or not but figured, what's the use right? I was finishing up brushing my teeth when I noticed the room was a shade darker and the talking had subsided. I heard faint noises, little moans, little giggles now. I rinsed my mouth out, put the toothbrush down and walked out into the room. If I were to define a work of art it would be waht I was seeing at that moment. My shower partner was laying on her back as my plane partner was on her knees, bent down between her legs. Her tongue was darting around shower girls pussy. Plane girl only paused briefly to look at me, smile and then went back to her duties. Shower girls head turned toward me. One hand on the top of plane girls head the other outstretched toward me, one finger gesturing me to come over. “Join us.” she said. Seeing those to women, stunningly naked. Their perfect bodies entwined to one another was amazing. I walked over, already getting hard, yet again. Shower girl took me in her mouth as I reached over and stroked plane girls head. She didn't stop or even slow down. Shower girl was cumming. Her moans vibrated on my dick, occasionally biting down on me. Her teeth grinding into me, it hurt but I didn't mind. I continue to stand there as she took me in, as deep as she could. She finally couldn't take it anymore and had to pull away to finish her orgasm, to let plane girl know vocally her appreciation. Plane girl cleaned up the juices from shower girl. Plane girl grabbed my arm and pulled me over. “ Fuck her again. Don't giver her any slack. Don't let up.Hurt her!” Again this is amazing to me. Overwhelming. Shower girl was lying there, panting from what she just went through. Her eyes fixed on mine. Her legs spread wide. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy calling for me. My cock flexed at the thought. As I climbed up on the bed and slid my body between her legs plane girl grabbed my cock and lowered it down, she was aiming it for me. You are probably thinking the same think as I was right then, why won't she let me have her? That thought was eating me up. Either way. This hole I was in front of was about to get fucked and the Ambien, not a factor. With plane girls help I slid my dick in shower girl once again. She was so wet and so hot. Her immediate action was to pull away as my massive hard cock penetrated her. “Hurt her” the voice said. I continued, not letting up. “Fuck you're so big, it hurts, it hurts!” She screamed in both pleasure and pain. I didn't stop I continued to pound her, one hand playing with her clit the other her breasts. Plane girl was rubbing my naked body, nibbling my ears, licking my neck. I felt a finger run down my back, towards my ass. It found its way to my asshole and rubbed it. The pleasure, the sense of naughtiness, the over all thought sent waves of erotic pleasure through me and I used those to continue to fuck shower girl who at this point was cumming for a second time. Her juice ran out of her and onto the bed. I removed my dick from her and pushed it against her asshole. Her eyes got wide. She shook her head no, “Hurt her.” the voice said. I grabbed my dick and pushed it against the tight hole, she squirmed, began to fight. Just then plane girl positioned herself over shower girls face and sat or wonderfully clean pussy on her face. Shower girl immediately calmed down, accepting what was about to happen. As my dick began to r*pe her unwilling ass I could sense the pain and pleasure. It was obviously to much for her as she came within seconds, never coming up for air as she continued to also eat plane girl, who was turned away from me. I was so frustrated at this point, plane girl keeping herself from me. Not allowing me to have her. I grabbed her hair as I fucked shower girls ass and pulled her back to me, she resisted and leaned forward, out of my reach and began to orgasm. The sounds she made as she cam were enough to put me over the edge and I began to pump my cum into shower girls asshole. She must have been able to feel it because she raised up to help accept me. When I emptied myself into her I easily pulled out. Her hole basically pushing me out. When I laid next to them, shower girl finishing up with plane girl I looked at her. Her face was red, tears were running down her face. She was crying. I was really hurting her and she liked it. Plane girl collapsed on the bed, just on the other side of shower girl. We all three stared up at the ceiling and as if on cue all laughed. We laid there for a long time. Laughing and talking. All three naked. All three content. Well not really. I wasn’t. I couldn't get it out of my head about plane girl not giving herself to me but allowing me to have her friend twice now. I excused myself to the bathroom and as I got up and walked by the two stunningly beautiful women in my bed I could feel them gazing upon me. Eating my with their eyes. When I walked out of the bathroom shower girl was up and getting dressed. Plane girl was still laying in the bed, but under the covers now. I asked what was up and got the general, “I gotta go.” answer and a smile. She thanked me and told me how nice it was to meet me, gave me a kiss and left the room. When she walked out plane girl sat up and looked at me. “Did you like her?” She asked. I replied with a laughing yes. “Kinda unexpected, but very nice.” I said. “I wanted to see how you were. I wanted to see your rough side.” she responded. “Now can I have your soft side?” I smiled, finally right? I nodded and she threw the covers off of her. Revealing my prize. What I was craving, what I really wanted. I climbed in bed, she eased me on her back and quickly put my shaft in her mouth. She held it there as it grew. That's all she wanted was to feel it as it got hard in her mouth. Once I was fully erect she climbed on top of me and placed her pussy right on top of my hard dick and began to rock, sliding in on her clit. I reached up with my hands and caressed her tits, massaging her erect nipples. She bent down, we kissed. A passionate kiss. A kiss with feeling. She continued to rubbed her clit on my as her wetness and heat increased. We continued to kiss. I caressed her face with my hands. She reached back with one hand, slightly raised herself up and guided me into her. I filled her hole. She was amazingly tight, almost too tight. She was unfazed. She took me all the way in and then didn't move. She just sat there, feeling me inside her, kissing me enjoying me as I enjoyed her. She slowly began to move up, very slowly. She was feeling every inch of what I was offering. Every vein, every twitch, every thing. Her slow rhythm was steady and we still kissed. I could feel her cum run down my shaft, the heat and wetness was unmistakable, and we still kissed. She didn't make a sound though. Her body tightened a little but no sound. I could feel her tighten even more, more hot juice ran down. Her pace was still slow and we still kissed. It was at this point I took charge. I rolled over putting her on her back, my body still pressed against her and began to slide in and out. Keeping it slow, keeping it steady, still kissing. The feeling was amazing. She was amazing. I raised myself up finally pulling away from her mouth so I could take her in. Her hands found my ass and pressed me into her. This continued for some time. After cumming so much earlier I knew I would last awhile this time, and this may have been something she had in mind also. Cunning for sure. As I slid slowly into her gazing into her eyes I was so into the moment. I didn't want it to end. I then removed my cock and rolled her on her stomach, ass up. Mounting her from behind was what she needed right then i guess because within seconds she was screaming , bucking and cumming. She squirted all over, her juices squirting everywhere. My rhythm never stopped, my pace steady as she squirmed and collapsed on the bed. I laid on top of her, still fucking her and she took it. Her moans were a thing of beauty. I could tell she was trying to fight it. The urge for me to stop and the urge to continue was a battle. A battle I would win either way. I whispered into her ear how good she felt. How I have been waiting for this very moment. She moaned. Slightly raised her ass. No words. I rolled her on her side and lay next to her, spooning her raising one leg to allow me to get the full length of me into her. She leaned her head back into me. Her hair smelled amazing. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck. She reached one arm around grasping the back of my head pulling it towards her. My rhythm was getting faster now, I just couldn't help it. My end was near. As I pumped into her she must have sensed my feelings and pulled away, causing my dick to come out of her. She turned to me, smiled and kissed me as she rolled me on my back. She slid her body over me grabbing my dick putting it in her ass, she sat. She sat up her feet beside me and began to ride me hard. Her tight stretched ass hugged my dick, It was taking everything I had to not cum that second. She arched her back head thrown towards me. Her Hair brushing on my keens. She was not holding back anymore. She was slamming herself on me. Forcing my dick deep inside her ass. Frantically she moved my dick swelled, the pressure building, she slammed again. My balls twitched as the began to release the cum into my shaft, she slammed. I reached up and grabbed her tits, twisting her nipples in between my fingers, she slammed. Her moans became screams. My moans became louder, she slammed. I pinched her nipples hard, whitish liquid ran down, she slammed. My cum filled my dick and it swelled tightening her asshole even more I unleashed my load into her. She screamed and squirted all over me. The fluids mixed with mine she was frantically bucking and screaming, barely able to hold herself up. The orgasm we shared would never be beaten that night. Moments later she collapsed on my chest. My heart was racing as was hers. We kissed again, passionately and just laid there. Feeling each other breathe. Unable to move a muscle. The next morning I woke up to an empty room. No sign at all of the previous night's adventure. I mean even the other side of the bed was made up. First thing I did was check my wallet. It was fine. So I laid back in bed, reflecting on what happened. Unbelievable I tell you, such a wild ride. I already missed her. I knew she was in town for a few more days at least so maybe I would have another chance. I sat up, grabbed my cell off the nightstand. I was going to send her a little thank you text in hopes of arranging another dinner date. With food this time. Problem was all of our texts from the previous day were gone. Her phone number gone fro the phone altogether. I raced out of bed and searched my pants for her number I had written down but it was nowhere. I scratched my head, looked around the room. Everything was in order, nothing disturbed. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Keys on the table, wallet on the dresser next to the bottle of Ambien...

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