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Stepping out of the baggage
claim terminal I could not help but curse the miserable weather that
confronted me. Rain fell in turbulent sheets, flooding the street
that made up the airport arrival driveway. I spotted local hotel
busses, ready to whisk guests from the airport to their rooms. I was
not so lucky. I scColletted the street, searching for a taxi.
The wind was howling, blowing
rain into my face. My hair was wet, matted to my head. My suitcase
was drenched, and I was certain my clothes within were not fairing
any better. A loud thunderclap surprised me and in its wake I heard
from the parking garage dozens of car alarms voice their protest to
the storm.
"Exactly," I muttered to myself.
A taxi pulled along side me and
just as I was gathering my suitcase a tall, burly man pushed past me
and entered the cab. Cursing this trip again I began waiting for the
next taxi to appear. The rain continued to fall in sheets that may
have even scared Noah!
Standing in the rain, feeling
miserable, I was ready to grab one of the hotel shuttle busses and
stay the night in a local hotel for the weekend instead of driving
the remaining sixty miles to where I had hotel reservations. With my
mind made up to do just that, a long, white, stretch-limousine
pulled up in front of me. The windows were tinted and I could not
see inside the opulent vehicle. Staring at the long car, the rear
window facing me slowly lowered.
A voice called out, sweet and
enticing, "care for a ride?"
I heard the unmistakable click
of a car door unlocking. It was as if the occupant knew my answer,
that she had no doubt that I would accompany her.
My answer was meek, subdued,
"yes, please."
I opened the door to of the
limousine and climbed inside, pulling my suitcase along with me. The
interior of the limo was huge. Along the back was a long seat that
stretched the length of the car. Sitting on the seat was the woman
who had asked me if I wanted a ride.
She was beautiful. She had long,
brown hair pulled up in a pony tail. With the youthful hairstyle she
looked very young. She was dressed in a very short leather
mini-skirt that exposed more of her shapely legs then it hid. Her
white blouse clung to the ample swell of her breasts and I could
discern the lacy pattern to her white brassiere. Her brown eyes were
alive with humor and wit. She was staring at me, at the disheveled
look of my coat, and at my matted hair. She giggled lightly, a
melodic sound that filled the interior of the large car.
She pointed behind me at another
long seat that spColletted the driver’s side of the vehicle. "Please,
have a seat."
I took the proffered seat and
set my suitcase by my side. I looked at my hostess and smiled. "My
name is Dennis," I offered extending my hand.
She shook my hand, a firm grip
that surprised me. "Collette," she told me. "Where are you headed?"
I explained my meeting in a town
some sixty miles away and that I had the weekend free before I had
to be there.
"Fix me a drink."
I crossed the limo and wobbled
slightly when the car started to accelerate away from the airport. I
looked through the darkened windows at the departing scene and
smiled loosely. At least I had a ride now and was no longer standing
in that miserable weather. I opened the cover to the bar built into
the wall of the limousine. I dropped in two ice cubes into a small
glass. I picked up a bottle of Segram's whiskey and poured in a
shot. I grabbed a can of Diet Coke and filled the rest of the glass.
I returned to my seat and handed the glass to the lovely woman
sitting against the back wall of the car.
Collette took my glass smiling that
I did not make myself one. She took a small sip of the drink,
staring at me.
I sat in my seat, looking at
this captivating woman. I hesitated briefly on asking where we were
going, but opted not to. Let’s see where this leads, I thought to
myself.
Collette slowly drank the glass dry.
Still staring at her, Collette
slowly uncrossed her legs. I watched as she spread her legs slightly
and reached her hand under her leather mini-skirt. Collette peeled her
white panties down her leg. I could see moisture glistening between
her legs in the subdued light of the limousine’s interior. The light
of the car hid more than it revealed but I could see the delicate
folds of Collette’s pussy. She finished pulling her soft panties down
her legs before casually stepping out of them.
"Did you like what you saw?" she
asked me, her voice coy.
I nodded affirmation. "Yes, very
much so." My voice cracked as I responded.
"Come here," Collette motioned me
forward.
I left my seat and crawled
forward to kneel before her.
"Open you mouth," Collette hissed,
her voice harder than it had been before.
I opened my mouth to complain,
to protest the tone she was taking. With surprising speed Collette
shoved her panties into my mouth. She used her hand to hold my head
firm and pressed the silky material of the panties firmly into my
mouth. She worked the cloth into my mouth until none of the white
fabric could be seen.
I could taste her on the
panties, a strong, musky taste. My cheeks were bulging as the silk
filled my mouth. I swallowed heavily, my mouth full. Her taste was
strong, the flavor enticing.
The suddenness in which I found
my mouth gagged with her flavored silk left me open for her next
attack. Collette shifted forward and gripped the bottom of my damp
jacket. Pulling heavily Collette tugged the back of my coat over my
head. My arms were pinned inside my coat and my head was forced down
into a stance of submission.
"Now," Collette hissed at my
prostrate form, "I want you to please me." She pushed my head down
and under her short skirt. I could smell the heated scent of her
arousal as my trapped head was pushed closer to her wet sex.
I pushed my nose forward. My
task would be difficult with my mouth gagged, I could only use my
nose and lips, my tongue would be unavailable. I pressed my nose
against the opening to her sex and wedged it inside. The smell of
her was overwhelming and I shifted my legs to lessen the discomfort
my cock expanding inside my jeans.
With my nose inside her wet
pussy I began shaking my head in small circles. I massaged the
delicate folds of Collette’s pussy with my nose. Drawing my head in
larger and larger circles I fondled the moist sex of this amazing
woman with the fleshy nub of my nose. I pulled my nose out of her
pussy and began kissing her nether lips with my lips.
I pursed my lips and began
massaging her pussy with my mouth. I could taste her on my trapped
tongue, the panties effectively preventing the use of my tongue. My
lips tickled the folds of Collette’s pussy and I worked my lips up to
the hardened nub of Collette’s clit. Keeping my lips puckered I began
rapidly nodding, massaging her clit with my lips.
I could hear Collette moan as I
pleasured her clit. My arms were beginning to ache, trapped inside
the hot confines of my now mostly dry jacket. I shifted again, my
erection becoming unbearable inside my jeans. Ignoring my bodies
protests I continued to rub my pursed lips against Collette’s hard clit.
I began to oscillate my lips like a child making motor boat noises
against Collette’s clit, vibrating my lips along her hard clit.
Collette pressed my head firmly
against her sex. Holding my head captive I continued oscillating my
lips against her sex. Collette began thrusting heavily against my face
as the car vibrated the seat she was sitting on. With a loud groan
Collette exploded in a wrenching orgasm. Thrusting against my face Collette
came, her pussy dripping wet in excitement and arousal.
Collette pushed my head away, my
jacket still lightly blocking my vision. I could smell her on my
face and in my beard. Collette pressed me back until I landed on my ass,
sitting on the open floor. Staring down at me, her brown eyes
dancing in sated bliss, Collette smiled, "that was wonderful. I think I
may just enjoy this weekend."
Sitting there on the floorboard
of the limousine I smiled back. The gag prevented me from
responding, but Collette could read my eyes. She knew she would indeed
have an enjoyable weekend. |