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When the Angel Smiles
His face hung with wrinkles. His bones creaked and his diaper leaked;
he couldn't remember very much anymore. Snow-white hair fringed his shiny skull. His eyes reflected an ageless blue, as he sat on the 10:00 A.M flight from Pittsburgh to Columbus. Two fragile hands carefully folded themselves in his lap where a Wall Street Journal rested. Next to him was an empty seat. Charlie stared out into the cloudy Monday morning sky in his grandfather getup, brown pants and a tan cardigan sweater. They both seemed as old as he felt. The rest of the plane filled up quickly with bulky businessmen and annoying little children. Smelling stale and lifeless, a jet of cold circulated air shot down upon his shiny, liverspotted crown; and with a flustered rustling, he wished he had worn his hat.
The stewardess leaned her fragrant body close to his fragile frame, as her breasts bounced toward him in youthful voluptuousness.
In a perky stewardess voice, she asked if he wanted a pillow. He didn't. An image jolted his sometimes-faulty memory and he checked his newspaper to stop the torture.
"Hello there," said a tasty temptation, which sat down next to him. He nodded his head as her youthful presence broke into his mind, unlocking feelings he hadn't felt since his youth. He felt alive.
"What's your name, stranger?" she said as her smile brightened to an illuminated white row of perfect teeth.
"Um, Charlie," he replied trying not to smile too much.
"I'm Mandy," she said as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet ya." His smile got even larger. Her eyes reflected the brilliance of the florescent light in the winged chariot.
The cold airplane air stiffened her pert nipples. Her breasts swelled as she wraps her arms around herself in order to warm her body. Goosebumps ran down her alabaster skin and her hair blew softly in the circulated cabin air. He noticed.
He wondered quietly to himself if she was picking up the 11:00 flight to Denver. He wondered what it would it would be like to hold her, warm her and love her. She curled up in her chair and drifted off into blissful slumber. He noticed her flimsy silk blouse almost bursting out with two very plump, delicious breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Without effort, he glimpsed her puckered up nipple, brown and crinkled. Actually, it was more pink than brown. It rose and fell as she breathed deeply. He got restless as his groin got uncomfortable. A throbbing force of nature encouraged his old body to harden.
She opened her eyes slowly. He didn't realize. She saw his wide-eyed stare. She smiled. With deliberate movement, she spread her legs little by little causing her short skirt to rise up her smooth thighs. His heartbeat quickened.
She leaned forward to grab his wrinkled old hand. He got startled and flustered all at once. She smiled, then asked a stewardess for a blanket. He slowly turned his head towards the window letting the blood rush back from his flushed face.
"Would you like to share it's awfully cold?" She grinned. He didn't answer. She draped the blanket over his decrepit body, while she slowly caressed his hardened maleness through his faded brown trousers. She smiled once more.
As her hand surrounds his swollen manhood, he asked, "How...How old are you?"
While pumping her fist up and down slowly milking his penis she replied, "Does it matter?"
"No." He answered out of breath.
He touched her breast. He groped. He came. Brilliant lights flared his synapses as pleasure raised havoc to his frail, time worn body. His teeth grit in the suppression of a groan. She smiled.
Charlie walked down the sloping grate into the bustling airport terminal. The strange face of the crowd blurred his vision with tourists and business suits. He looked at his ticket for his connecting flight. He looked at his worn leather loafers and with a stifled yawn he picked up his suitcase. It was light. He carried very little on this trip.
His britches were still a little damp and sticky thanks to Mandy. He ignored the yanking of his pubic hairs, which come matted down. He walked over to the gift shop. Sauntering over to the magazine rack, he looked for a good magazine. He doubted his next flight was going to be as eventful as the last.
The airport hissed with angry people, as snowy weather postponed all flights until tomorrow. He sat down on an old brown wooden bench. The hardness of the wood pressed into his bony body.
The terminal was an obstacle on his mission to get home, his reckoning.
She appeared in the crowd. She still seemed so innocent and youthful. He could still feel the warm caress of her youthful hand.
She smiled. Mandy sauntered over with her carry on bag full to the brim. It's weight caused her to slouch, which caused her breasts to jut forth even more pronounced.
She sat down next to him. She asked whether or not he was going to stay at a hotel for the night. He hadn't really had time to think about it, but it was a good idea. She asked if it would be all right if they shared a room because she didn't have enough money for one of her own. He couldn't have refused.
Once in the sterile hotel room, she disrobed and took a long hot shower. He wondered if she would.... She came out of the shower dressed in only a towel. She was even more beautiful than when he had first seen her. His crotch grew uncomfortable. She noticed. She dropped the towel. Her skin was so pale, breasts so soft and eyes so warm. Her smile was so inviting. She licked her ruby lips as she leant over to undress him. He fell back against the bed. She took off his pants and shirt. She kissed his aching flesh. She caressed his old body.
Then, she sat astride him, straddled his thighs, and slowly sank down on his long shaft. Mandy stayed still for only a while.
Then she milked him for all he was worth. Now, Charlie was always a virile man throughout his life so he had some experience with stamina.
Even now in his decrepit old age, he was good. He pumped his hips in rhythm with her wild bucking. For an old codger he still had stamina and she came writhing about in wild, animal abandon. Amazingly, he stayed stiff and erect. She pulled her self off slowly. A sucking pop was heard as her womanly treasure released its grip on his manhood. He now took over.
He let her suck off her own juices. She tantalized his shaft with feather light licks. She then took the whole shaft into her throat, yet he still managed not to come. He was drenched with sweat and the desperation was written all over his face. As a pain tugged at his heart, he eased his prick out of her mouth and bent her over.
Jabbing with his spear, he pierced her womanly petals. She moaned loudly and looked back at him smiling. He came.
Her butt cheeks, so round and soft, were covered with a glaze of glossy semen. She reached back and rubbed it into her soft fleshy buttocks. As a sharp pain shot through his body, he went and got a washcloth wet with warm soapy water. He ignored the annoying reminder and wiped along her beautiful white globes and down into the soft crack. This caused him to get aroused again. He took his long member and pressed it between her cheeks. He then used his spit as a lubricant and rubbed it around her anus. She laid on her belly responding to each touch with gentle writhing. He then slowly inched his penis into her ass, while pressing her firm mounds. She moaned at the intimate intrusion. She got up on all fours so he could have better access, then pushed back onto his shaft. The tight pressure of her sphincter muscle around his shaft nearly sent him through he roof.
He perspired profusely, as spasms shook her wildly. He reached around and fingered her clitoris. She became ecstatic with pleasure exclaiming loudly between moans, "Fuck my ass!"
He pulled out after she had a blissful orgasm. He was still erect.
She turned over onto her back. As he straddled her chest, he wondered if he was dreaming. He pressed her luscious breasts together and pumped his prick slowly between the grotto of her soft breasts. She licked the head of his shaft every time it peeked out between her breasts. He shifted back down to her love nest. He sucked on her clitoris like a madman. When she neared orgasm, he slid in her wet vagina. He came with her. Afterwards, he just lay on top of her, exhausted. After a few moments of rest, he pulled out his soft member. Cum oozed out of her, pearly white. With an angelic smile, she wiped herself; then took a shower.
It's strange, he thought, he never felt so alive before. At least, not since he was young. In his youth, he used to walk the line between life and death with careless regard. He did things and went places on impulse. Later on in life, he had settled down and lost touch with his reckless former self.
That night, he dreamed of an angel in a flowing white gown.
The face was familiar with a compassionate smile. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, just like all the myths, legends, and religions portrayed heaven; yet, something was different. He realized that he was just formless energy. He was missing his flesh. A voice trickled into his thought: "Welcome to Purgatory, Charlie."
"Yes, you are between time and space, Heaven and Hell."
"What do you mean?"
"Your time on Earth has ceased. You are now in Purgatory."
"You have unfinished business Charlie. Until that business is completed, you will not enter what you call Heaven."
"What I call Heaven?"
"What...what am I supposed to do now?"
"You must come to terms with your past choices, their causes, and their effects in order to understand your own existence."
He remembered the massive steel structure rising erect above Paris's skyline. He couldn't help, but recall the ivory skinned Irish gal. Her wavy red hair, her voluptuous breasts, and long legs made him drop dead in his tracks. He was a twenty year old virgin abroad.
He was on search for adventure. She sure fulfilled his thirst for excitement. She taught him. He taught her.
He recalled the lithe muscled body of a dancer. She stood in the rainy mist alone at dusk. He was young and virile. His strong features jutted out in the pale glow of the street lamp. Her silhouette curved in all the right places. He approached.
"Excuse me, but do you speak English"
"Yes!", she replied in a sultry Irish accent.
It didn't take much coaxing to get her out of the chilly night air and into a cafe for coffee. They talked of love and life. Two things he didn't know much about. He reached out and touched her hand. It was soft. She gripped it quickly as if she was grabbing onto a life preserver. She took him to her small apartment. They kissed.
Their tongues intertwined in rapture. His lips tasted the sweet residue of coffee on hers. She smelled like roses. Her eyes lit up, like an angel. She took him by the hand and brought him into the bedroom. The small apartment seemed bare of anything, but necessities, yet her bedroom was adorned with silky sheets and lacy doilies done up so daintily. He almost did not want to touch anything in order not to spoil the beauty, yet it was so soft and inviting.
He turned towards her as he heard a soft rustling of her dress slip off her body to the floor. His gaze traveled up her body. Her long legs came to a juncture of the most beautiful red fur. There he could see a neatly trimmed crop of soft red that encircled glistening coral. They roamed higher; he saw two firm breasts. They were not like his mother's, which he had seen when she nursed his younger siblings. These were firm and bountiful. They were topped with cherry red nipples, that where erect like pencil erasers. Her face was angelic. Her lips turned into a smile. They embraced.
"Why did you think of that moment, when you have a lifetime to consider?"
Her lips found his in a desperate kiss, a kiss that lasted an eternity. His heart raced. His blood left his brain and pumped into his already semi-hard malehood. He laid her down on the bed fighting his urge to take her fast and swiftly. He sank down on top of her and kissed her breasts in gentle admiration. He kissed her breasts with such passion, that only virgin could muster. He trailed his kisses down between her breasts. The shucking of his britches was heard between ragged gasps as he arranged himself between her buttery soft thighs and found her tight entrance. He looked into her green eyes that were full of passion as he felt the wetness of her hole on the tip of his pulsing penis. He gently nudged the head of member into her. She gasped at the intrusion. She welcomed the fulfillment of his presence in her tight sheath. With deep penetrating strokes, he lunged deeper and deeper filling her, stretching her tight walls. She responded by wrapping her silky legs around him. He kissed her mouth profusely. He could see her deep breathing start to quicken as her chest heaved up and down causing her breasts to bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts. She exploded into her orgasm at the same time his seed shot up into her coating her cunt walls with his pearly present.
He collapsed onto her with a loving sigh. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He rolled over, laid his head in an infant like embrace on her chest, and listened to her heartbeat until he fell asleep.
He was awaked by a need to urinate. He tried to get up, but her firm weight of her sleeping body was pressing him down. He did not want to disturb her, so he just lay there and watched her angelic face and those full pouting lips pursed in dreamy sleep. Her red hair flowed down onto his chest. If it were not for his urgent need to urinate, he would have stayed there with her in his arms. He gently tried getting up without waking her, but her dreamy green eyes fluttered open with a questioning look. He mumbled that he had to use the water closet. She just nodded, but did not allow him up. She pinned him down. He did not understand this at the time, but did once he realized what she was going to do. She slithered her soft body down the length of his body until her lips could engulf his manhood.
She then nodded to him to let him know that he could relieve himself.
This idea was new to him, but intrigued him very much. He let it go.
The feeling was exquisite on his shaft as she took the warm fluid in.
She did not let a drop spill out of those luscious lips. He let his urine go in spurts. So she would not be inundated with it.
After he was done, he was painfully erect. She then got up and told him not to worry that she would be right back. He got a little worried, but assumed that she was going to the bathroom to wash out her mouth. To his surprise, she came back with a friend a lovely Parisian beauty with the classic black hair, champagne glass breasts and olive white skin of a gentle tan. Her dark pubic bush was neatly trimmed into a triangle as he followed the gentle swell of her lean stomach to her firm breasts that were topped with two delicious looking nipples of pink. She had her hands caressing her soft skin of her thighs as she looked on in lustful anticipation.
Charlie retreated back to the emptiness called Purgatory. He felt no remorse at his actions, in fact he felt very happy and nostalgic. Was he supposed to feel guilty for these moments of bliss he shared so long ago? Images of Fire and Brimstone, Heaven and Hell filled his thoughts. Was it so wrong? Again, a voice trickled into his thought: "No?"
"Then why? Why am I here?"
"You know the answer."
He thought of Melissa his second love. It was on a train that he met her. The rattle of the tracks had stirred his libido as he sat across from the pale skinned brunette. Her deep brown eyes flirted with the sparkling stars in the sky. Charlie fell in love at first sight of her luscious form. She wore a conservative dress. It was a high collared blue dotted schoolteacher's dress, but on her, nothing could look boorish. The cloth still clung to her curvaceous body like a glove. He wanted to explore those curves and look into those eyes for hours.
He struck up a one sided conversation with her about his travels abroad. She smiled. He blushed with inexperience at this bold gesture of approval. She asked if he would like to return to her compartment for a nightcap. There was no way he could refuse.
"Would you like me on the rocks or straight up?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"I would like you in my arms." he replied.
She shrugged off her dress and it cascaded down her lithe body. She knelt before him and licked the crouch of his trousers like a cat. Her tongue pointed and tracing around his swollen bulge. He gasped. She grinned. He flung her onto her back onto the pullout bed. She unzipped his fly as he hungrily kissed
He immediately tore open her blouse. A few buttons flew out into the dark compartment. He saw the sultry pout at his macho act.
She forgave him with a lick to his chin. Her feline reaction sent frenzy to his malfunctioning brain. He kissed her lips with a hunger.
He explored her breasts. Their spongy softness intrigued him. He had plenty of time.
He nibbled down to her nipples. Her conical breasts were large for her frame. Defying gravity, they sat pirched in his hands like two watermelons. Her heaves caused them to jiggle with a slow gentle sway. His penis stabbed her leg as he explored her stomach.
Unlike the fitness freaks of the 90's, she was healthy without too much body fat, but just enough to make her soft and firm. Her scent was strong. He had never thought about kissing that area before. He had read about it once in some literature he had bought in Paris though. His fingers explored under her dress. The heat from her cunt made him moan in anticipation. Softly, his fingers crept over cotton covered treasures. There was a gentle wetness seeping from her hole.
He tantalized her lips. He felt her moan. He looked up and she smiled like an angel.
He searched his thoughts for the reason. He searched his soul for the answer, when he suddenly was overcome with emotion. A kaleidoscope of images brandished forth into his thoughts.
"What is love Charlie?" She asked innocently fondling his chest.
Playfully, he pinched her arse and said, "Its when nothing else matters to you except your feelings for someone that completes ya.
"You mean its like sex?"
"No, it's more than that I told you."
He rubbed his hand over her swollen stomach, while kissing her lips softly. He eased his hand down to her tiny juncture. She was such a petite woman, yet the protrusion of his unborn child distorted her perfect body. She looked more beautiful than ever.