Searching For "The Big O"
written by:
Ozi_Kitty_Katt

Searching For "The Big O"

Claire fastened her seat belt and settled back with a heartfelt sigh. She had just about given up on finding a guy who could make her cum. Why bother searching when BOB - her Battery Operated Boyfriend - did the job just fine, right? She'd given the whole situation a lot of thought over a lot of time, but there never really seemed to be a solution. She knew she wasn't frigid, after all she practically craved sex, and she always enjoyed it when she got it, but "The Big O" always seemed just out of reach.

Through the years, she'd become quite adept at faking her orgasms for the benefit of her partner. The moaning. The quivering. Scraping her nails along her partners back. Pressing her head into the pillow while arching her back and screaming "Oh God! Oh God!". And of course, the clenching, spasmodic ripples of her cunt muscles as she "came" with an almighty groan.

In almost two decades of sexual activity, only one boyfriend had ever seen through the act. That was back when she was 18, and not overly experienced in the art of deception. After a week or so of fucking whenever they had a chance to be together, Simon had turned to her after a hot round and asked why she always faked it. Of course, she claimed she didn't, but she figured they both knew she was lying through her teeth.

Sex in general had gotten a whole lot better in the years in between. Gaining experience, being a bit adventurous and definitely not so naïve, obviously had a lot to do with it. But for some reason, whenever she was with a partner, she always seemed to get to the pinnacle, but never quite fall over the edge.

Take tonight as a perfect example. While packing her suitcase to fly out on a business trip, Darren called. He wanted to come over and give her a fond farewell, so of course, she invited him over. They'd been embarking on a casual-no-commitment-fucking-each-others-brains-out fling for about 3 months and they always had a great time in the sack. Who wouldn't, when he could go seven rounds in a night?!

Darren arrived at 9pm with a bottle of red and an eager smile. He was just a few inches taller than her own 5'3", with an average body topped by a killer smile and playful eyes. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but there was something indefinable about him that appealed. Before he'd even stepped through the doorway, she was in his arms with his lips sealed over hers. He pulled her in close with a hand at her back, and another wound in her long curls, as his tongue traced along her lips. Revelling in the feel of him, Claire opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside to duel with hers. With hands roaming each other's bodies, they inched away from the door after managing to give it a kick shut, and sank down onto the couch.

His tongue drew a wet line to her ear lobe, which he gently nibbled while his hands moved up to capture her breasts. Through her t-shirt and bra, he tweaked her nipples until she gasped and then lowered his head to suck on the pebbled tip. Darren alternated left to right for several minutes then drew her t-shirt up and over her head. He loved the sight of her heaving EE chest, straining against her lace bra, and as had become his custom, sank his face into her deep cleavage.

Claire arched up as his kisses left wet trails along her flesh. Running her fingers through his hair, she held his face between her tits as he reached behind her for the clasp. Pulling the lace away, he groaned as the mountains were released to him. With both hands, he pushed the globes together and ran his tongue in figure 8's around her nipples.

Reaching down, Claire grabbed his ass, pulling his hard dick against her leg. She loved the feel of him humping into her, knowing it wouldn't be long before his prick was either in her mouth or her steaming pussy. Darren obviously followed her train of thought, and pulled back to quickly take off his t-shirt and shorts.

"No underwear, huh? What a surprise!" Claire laughed.

Darren answered with a grin. "Why bother with it when I'm coming to see you? It doesn't stay on anyway!"

Pushing his naked body back into the cushions, Claire swooped down on his throbbing erection. Her tongue flicked out to circle the head, and then she took his breath away when she deep-throated his 6" in one smooth action. He was a comfortable mouthful - not overly long, but think enough to fill her up. Darren grabbed handfuls of her hair and thrust himself into her mouth, holding his cock in the warm, wet cavern. Claire held still for a minute then slowly stroked his shaft with her tongue. Easing back bit by bit, she sucked him hard on the gradual release, teasing the sensitive skin under the head with her tongue when she reached the end. Moving over him to lay an open mouthed kiss on him, she wrapped her generous boobs around his cock and stroked him.

Darren thrust himself up and down, loving the friction of the tit-fuck. Watching his cock push between her boobs, Claire couldn't stop herself from sucking him each time his dick appeared. His pace became frantic and she delivered short hard sucks on each stroke. She reached for his balls and massaged his sack as her lips, tongue and tits continued the assault. Feeling the tension in his balls she knew he was close to cumming, so on his next stroke she held him in her mouth and scraped her nails along the sensitive skin behind his balls. His cock exploded in her mouth, filling her with shot after shot of hot sticky cum. Swallowing his offering made her mouth contract on his still spasming rod, bringing forth one last spurt of cream. Claire slowly licked and sucked on his tool until his erection subsided in her mouth and released him with a pop.

Pulling her across him, Darren kissed her fiercely, loving what she'd just done. Easing his hands between them, he pulled off her shorts and underwear and cupped her mound in his palm. Finding her hot, pulsing and oh-so-wet, he thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt, causing her to groan into his mouth. His thumb found her throbbing clit and gently massaged it while his fingers began a slow in-and-out motion.

For Claire, the sensation was bone melting. The touch of his fingers inside her needy pussy was incredible - he moved his fingers back and forward as they moved in and out, touching her everywhere. His thumb slid over her delicate clit flesh, slick with her cunt-juices, manipulating it around and around. She started unconsciously humping into his hand, and then cried out in agony when he withdrew from her.

"Don't even think about stopping now," she told him. "Get back in there!"

"Oh I intend to", he told her with a greedy smile.

Rolling them off the couch onto the floor, he laid her wide open and dove face first into her burning puss. His tongue circled her clit once then plunged into her sopping hole. He traced the inner contours of her hot box, the retreated to lap her up from crack to clit. He circled and teased her pulsing nub, then began the play over and over again. Sensing she was close to the edge, he closed his lips over her clitoris and sucked while dipping two fingers back into her drenched hole.

Claire grabbed his head and screamed out "Oh God! That's it. Right there. Ohhhhh!" Her cunt gripped his fingers, sucking them in, as she shook through her orgasm.

Darren raised his head with a satisfied smile, and Claire felt mild pangs of guilt as he kissed her soundly. She was so wet, so horny, so eager ... and yet ... nothing. The last 20 minutes of tongue play had been fantastic, so why had she felt the need to fake it yet again? And why hadn't he noticed? Pushing the thoughts aside, she smiled up at him and suggested they move to her much more comfortable bed. He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet, kissing and caressing her as they stumbled down the hallway.

At the edge of her bed he turned her away from him and pressed her forward to the mattress. Loving what he had in mind, she eagerly spread her legs and swayed her ass at him. Expecting the feel of his hard cock sliding into her, she was surprised when it was just a single finger that entered her from behind. He slowly slid it in and out and rotated it so every surface felt the impact of his touch. Her hips arched to take his finger deeper, to make the gentle thrust more powerful, but he held back, teasing her. Taking his time, and enjoying her obvious torment, he reached under her and stroked his cock against her clit. Her growl of anguish was the sign he was waiting for and he traded places, sliding his 6" prick into her steaming cunt and grazing his now sopping wet finger over her needy clitoris.

Grabbing her hips, they set a fast and hard pace, pounding against each other. With each forceful stroke, his balls slapped against her clit, sending buzzing sensations through her body. Claire dug her fingers into the quilt, needing to find something solid to hang onto during the rhythmic hammering. Her chest pressed into the bed, their fucking motion sending her nipples into overload as they grazed back and forth over the silky fabric of the quilt. She pushed back to meet his every stroke, their hips banging together as they both fought their way to climax. Their copious juices caused loud sucking noises to emanate from the friction zone as they moved against each other. The sound was wildly erotic to her ears and increased the intensity of their feral fucking.

Digging his fingers into her fleshy hips, Darren sped up his already frantic motions, calling out, "Are you ready, baby? Cum with me! Cum with me! Agggh ...". His entire body stiffened as he thrust deep, holding her impaled on his jerking rod. Heeding his cue, she launched into her orgasmic routine, thrashing her body against the bed, gripping his spewing cock inside her cunt and milking him for all she was worth.

He sagged against her, breathing raggedly. Stroking her hips to erase the pain his digging fingers had caused, he leaned forward to kiss her neck. As his lips closed over her earlobe, he slid his still swollen prick out of her juicy pussy then lightly bit down on the lobe as he plunged his cock in again.

Claire brought her legs together, squeezing them tight, giving Darren a snug, hot channel to pump into. The close fit escalated the sensations for him, and he felt every bump and curve of her juicy cunt as he repeatedly drove into her. The pace was slower this time, but no less intense for them as they enjoyed this encore act. Claire stretched upright, linking her arms behind his neck. Turning her head, she licked along his jaw-line as his hands cupped her swaying watermelon tits. The position gave him a shorter plunge depth, but the tightness of the fit made for extremely powerful sensations. Claire loved it - the area just inside the entrance of her cunt was super-sensitive, and she wondered if this moderated position would be just the key to her release.

With a squeeze of her nipples, Darren whispered that he was close again. Claire trailed a hand down her body to lightly finger her swollen bud in time with his motions.

"Oh yeah, honey, that's it", he groaned out, "touch it, babe".

He pulled her even closer with an arm across her stomach and moaned as he came inside her. The jerking action of his cock spewing hot spunk into her caused delicious little rippling sensations to wave across her, and she moaned in appreciation. Lovely, but not the earth-shattering release she was hoping for.

They lay down on the bed - finally absorbing it's comfort an hour or so after they had originally intended to. Darren slowly ran his hands over her body as he talked with her. He was a real "toucher", and just loved being in contact with her skin. And being in contact with her skin got him hard again within minutes, not that Claire was complaining. She threw a leg over his, impaling herself on his hard tool.

As she rode him, she cradled her swaying tits in her hands while he tickled her stomach and clit. What started as a leisurely pace quickly increased in tempo to become a thorough pounding for them both. Claire braced herself on the headboard, dangling her breasts over his mouth and was rewarded with a series of quick but gentle bites to both nipples. Fiery sensations swept from hers nips to her clit, driving her wild.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rapidly inverted their position, enabling him to thump into her with more force. Grabbing her ankles, he drew her legs over his shoulder, opening her cunt wider and giving him deeper access. Reaching behind him, Claire grabbed onto Darren's ass, pulling him in harder with each thrust. When she felt his butt pull in tight, she knew he was ready to unload, and sank her nails into his flesh. His approving grunt and spasmodic release of sizzling cum spraying her internal walls unleashed her fitful writhing and moaning.

They lay like that in each other's arms for a few minutes to catch their breath and cool down. Just when she thought he was ready to shrivel up and pull out, Darren gave three or four almighty thrusts and came again, overfilling her juiced up cunt. Their mixed juices flowed over his pulsating prick and from her swollen pussy, the excess pooling on the bed under her ass.

Brushing hair from her eyes, Darren asked her what time she had to be at the airport.

"My plane leaves at 4am" she answered, "but I need to be there at 3.15."

"Are you all packed and ready to go?" he question.

Claire answered with a grim look. "Not hardly! The case is packed but I still have to pull together all my paperwork and print out some files from my computer."

"I guess I'm not helping you then, am I?" he said.

"Oh you're helping me, but probably not in a way that anyone at the meeting will appreciate!" They both laughed, and then rose from the bed. Walking back to the lounge room to retrieve his clothes, they kissed along the way. Claire was still naked as she opened the front door for him. Her cell phone beeped the signal for a new message, but she ignored it, kissing him goodbye instead.

"We never did drink the wine," she said, picking up the bottle still sitting in the entryway.

"We'll get to it when you get back next week". With one last kiss and a wave, Darren walked to his car and drove away.

Claire leaned back against the closed door, and slid her hand down to her dripping wet cunt. So juicy, she thought. Her pussy, pubic hair and thighs were still sticky from their combined liquids that had dripped from her during their torrid sessions. Circling her clit, she moaned as the familiar orgasmic sensations started to flow over her. She placed the wine on the floor and crouched over it, letting just the neck of the bottle enter her dripping cunt. Rubbing frantically at her clit, she bounced up and down on the bottleneck, and then screamed out as the long awaited orgasm ripping through her body, sending her into recurrent convulsions.

She straightened herself up, still gripping the bottle of red wine. Now why couldn't that happen with him inside me, instead of this blasted bottle, she asked herself. The repeated beeping of the cell phone interrupted her musings. Having forgotten that she had already missed a message, she went to see who was contacting her at ... looking at the clock, she noted it was now 11pm.

Picking up the phone she retrieved the message and then smiled lasciviously. It was from Scott, her other current fuck-buddy. He was trying to get a hold of her before she left on her trip so he could give her a "proper" goodbye! Calling herself a dirty little girl, she sent a text message back, telling him she'd be at his place in 20 minutes, then headed for a quick shower. Scott and Darren were both just casual fuck friends, but they didn't know about each other, and she was happy to keep it that way. No point in going over there, smelling like sex, and giving the game away!

Soaping herself up all over, being careful to wash away all the evidence, Claire felt the anticipation building all over again and let her thoughts run wild. I've just given head, been eaten out and then fucked three times - all in the last two hours - and here I am ready to go again. Oops! And don't forget masturbating with a wine bottle, you little freak! One true orgasm for all that activity isn't much ... I deserve another attempt!

Dressing quickly, she sprayed on her favourite perfume, added a layer of lip-gloss, and jumped in the car. Scott's flat was only 3 or 4 streets away, so it took only a few minutes to get there. He met her at the door with a smile and a hug, then grabbed her hand and dragged her straight to the bedroom. Scott was nothing like Darren - much taller, standing at 5'11", with blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer, toned, athletic body. Within seconds he was naked, and pulling Claire's clothes from her as fast as he could.

"Eager to see me are you?" she asked with a laugh.

"Damn straight," he answered. "I know I don't have long before you've got to go ... gotta get down to business here!" From the first time they met, Scott had told her he loved to fuck. To him, cumming was the bonus at the end of a good, long, sweaty romp. And he did mean long! Their first fuck, and it was only one fuck, lasted over 4 hours. She was exhausted when he finally popped his wad! Tonight would have to be a "quickie", which to Scott, still probably meant an hour or more.

With that, he tugged her down onto the bed and flopped down next to her, one hand going straight for her cunt. When his fingers found her exceedingly wet hole and slid straight in with no "warm-up" activities, he groaned aloud, and replaced his fingers with his bulging cock. At about 7" long, his prick was longer but more slender than the last one she'd had.

Scott found a steady rhythm and started hammering away. He loved the motion of fucking - the in and out, the up and down, the friction, the heat, the wetness. He held Claire's leg out to the side so she was practically doing the splits (lucky she could!) and settled in for the ride. She liked to tease him while he was so intent on his mission - a tweak of the nipple here, a slap of the ass there. If she were truly honest with herself, she'd admit to doing it because it broke the monotony.

After about 15 minutes of the horizontal pounding he pulled out and flipped her over, dragging her back on her knees so she just about sat on him. Slipping his cock back into her gaping pussy, he picked up the pace and the intensity - pulling her back onto him hard while he thrust up and into her with force. The powerful thrusting had her body jerking like a rag doll with her EE tits shaking all over and occasionally slapping her in the face.

Claire felt she was about to pass out from the intensity when he changed position again, this time lying back so she could straddle and ride him. Linking their hands together, she used his strength to hold her upright while she bounced and jiggled on his rod. Her cunt-juices were running, making squishy erotic sounds as they pounded into each other.

He freed one hand from her clasp and reached down to where they were joined. With one finger either side of her clit, he stroked up and down as she rode him hard. Her responsive button swelled with the attention, sending little tremors through her. Scott then had her hold still mid-stride and he slipped those fingers into her cunt alongside his pulsing cock. The additional girth stretch her pussy wider and she moaned in pleasure.

"OK now, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard", he growled. Claire grabbed her tits in both hands and bounced up and down as fast and hard as she could go. With his thumb rubbing on her clit, a cock and two fingers in her steaming pussy she was screaming in delight, not caring if all the neighbours heard her pleasure.

Feeling the trembling begin deep inside, she pounded harder, wanted to fall over the edge. Scott slapped her hard on the ass, then grabbed her hip and thrust himself up off the bed, burying his cock and fingers as deep as they could go. He threw his head back, squeezed his eyes tight shut and let rip with two squirts of cum. Claire collapsed forward onto his chest, grinding her clit against his hand, and working her cunt muscles over his jerking rod.

She rolled off him and moaned at the sudden vacant feeling in her pussy, then moaned a second time as she realised she'd missed out again. Scott leaned over for a quick kiss, and laughed, saying, "Yeah, me too hon. I never want it to be over". Claire laughed with him, thinking to herself that she was getting to be too good at this faking game.

They lay there for a minute, catching their breath and calming down. When she rolled over and saw the clock, she freaked. "Shit! It's 2am already! I gotta go - I've still got heaps to do before I go to the airport". She grabbed her clothes, threw him another quick kiss and was out the door before he'd even moved off the bed.

And now, here she was, trying to relax as the Qantas jet ascending into the dark sky, and still wondering if she'd ever have an orgasm with a guy. The stewards made a quick pass through the plane offering drinks to the few passengers who were awake. Taking a Jack Daniels, she looked around and noted that the plane was probably only a quarter full, and most of those people appeared to be sleeping. No surprises there, she thought. Who really wanted to fly at this time of night/morning, anyway?

When the cabin lights went off 5 minutes later, she turned on her reading light, but continued to just sit and think. Her reverie was interrupted a short time later when an older gentleman asked if he could join her.

"The guy in my row is trying to sleep, so I didn't want to disturb him. If you don't mind I'll sit here and pass the time with you." Claire figured it was a reasonable enough request, so smiled and invited him to sit down.

He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, a good 20 or so years on her. Great looking too, in a distinguished Paul Newman / Sean Connery attractive-older-man kind of way. They chatted for a few minutes, and then fell into silence.

"Look", he said, hesitating a bit, "I can see you've got something on your mind. I can listen if you want to talk".

Claire considered his offer, but then shook her head. "Thanks anyway, but it's actually really personal".

He just smiled and responded with, "That's the beauty of telling your secrets to a stranger on a plane. I don't know you and you don't know me, so it's not going to harm anybody if you tell me. Maybe I can help, maybe not, but talking it out might be a good thing".

Silence fell between them again, and without really thinking beyond his last comment, she began to tell him all about her search for "The Big O". He listened attentively, particularly when she told him about her escapades just that evening with Darren and Scott.

At some stage during her monologue, she had reached out to him across the spare seat separating them and grasped his hand. As she finished speaking, he raised the two seat arms between them, and then turned to her.

"So what you're saying is that you're a very sexual person, who enjoys everything about it but just can't find the release with a partner." She nodded, and he continued. "You can pleasure yourself wherever, whenever though, right?" Again she nodded.

"Claire, if you're willing, I have an idea that may help you. I think you're just trying too hard to make it happen - you need to just let it flow over you." He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She hesitated only a second and then with a laugh said, "OK Gerald. Because the beauty of the situation is that we're strangers on a plane, right?"

With a laugh and another smile, he raised her hand to his lips a grazed a kiss across her knuckles. "Absolutely."

Turning off the overhead light, which at this stage, was the only one still illuminated on the plane, he had Claire recline her seat and close her eyes. Telling her to just accept the sensations he began to gently touch her. He caressed her fingers to start with then trailed his fingers along her arm to her neck. She was quite ticklish there and began to squirm before he admonished her to be still.

"You need to just feel the sensations. Don't try to accept or reject them or make them more than what they are. Just feel".

Gerald continued his ministrations, touching her ear, tracing a line across her chin and down to her throat. His fingertips followed the line of her gold necklace ever so gently, slowly dropping his fingers to the pendant nestled in her deep cleavage. A gentle shudder coursed through her at the feel of those gentle hands on the swell of her breasts. She could feel the moisture in her pussy growing with each successive sweep of his fingers across her sensitive skin. Concentrating on the hand at her cleavage, she almost didn't feel the first touch of his other hand on her nipple. But the hardened tip, already sensitive to the lace bra, low cut silk blouse and cool air in the plane's cabin, jerked to attention. She moaned slightly, loving these sensations coursing through her. She took a deep breath and consciously relaxed more into her reclined seat, offering her body to Gerald's skilled hands.

Noting her acquiescence, Gerald moved his hand to her other breast to deliver his gentle fingertip massage to that peak, and took the already stimulated nipple between his teeth. His tongue lavished attention on the straining bud, circling, stroking, and lapping. Eventually, he opened his mouth and took in as much of her as he could. As he began sucking deeply on the enormous mound, his free hand travelled under the hem of her blouse and began to explore her stomach. He brought his hand back to her mouth, which she instantly opened to suckle his fingers, then returned the wet digits to her navel. He dipped inside then traced a spiral path radiating out from the sensitive centre.

As another shudder raced across her stimulated body, Gerald moved his lips to her neck and his hand to her knee. He caressed her leg in small gentle strokes, gradually moving north to her pulsing centre. His lips closed over her ear and he gently licked her lobe as his hand moved to cup her mound.

"Oh God, this is really working," he though to himself as he felt the saturated underwear. His fingers gently teased along the crease of her inflamed pussy through the flimsy material.

Claire was maintaining a low moan at this stage, but as he'd requested, was relaxing into the sensations. She couldn't believe how erotic his touch felt. She was ready to explode but was happy enough to lay back and let the magic flow over her. She did, however, part her legs a substantial distance to allow his experiment to continue where it may.

Gerald smiled against her neck at the sign of her submission to his touch, and grew bolder. Pulling the fabric aside, he slipped his hand inside her underwear to cup her heated mound without barriers. His cock was fighting to be released, but he was patient and knew he'd get his chance.

His middle finger made the journey between her wet folds all the way forward to her clit and back again. A shuddering sigh from Claire followed instantaneously. Repeating this manoeuvre slowly with his right hand, he used his left to unbutton her blouse, displaying her massive breasts to his appreciative gaze. Releasing the bra without disturbing her relaxation was accomplished and he lowered his mouth to her bare nipple.

The juice from her over-heated pussy was pooling in his palm now and he moved to insert his middle finger into her love box. His thumb caressed her swollen clit as he delved into her wetness again and again. He could feel her cunt muscles clasping at his finger and knew she was closing in on the elusive orgasm. He added another finger to her wet tunnel and continued stroking. The clasping sensation was getting stronger, so he added a third finger to her steaming hole and increased the pressure of both his thumb on her clit and his mouth around her hardened nipple. Stretching his fingers as far as they could reach inside her, he curled them back toward her stomach and grazed them against her inner walls as they retreated. The gentle but insistent sensation proved her undoing and her body collapsed into wracking spasms. She tensed from head to toe, her legs tightening against his hand to prevent its removal as she repeatedly bucked against him. Still sucking deeply on her nipple, Gerald looked up to her face. Claire still had her eyes closed, but her mouth was hanging open in a wondrous "o", and he noted that her hands were gripping the seat tightly as her body continued to quiver. He slowed the movement of his fingers inside her clenching cunt and eased his thumb away from her clit. Her legs fell open again as the shuddering ebbed away and she began to relax again.

Gerald wrapped his arms around her, turning her so they were spooning facing the window. Claire grasped his hand, which was possessively held against her heaving breast and whispered a heartfelt thanks. Kissing her neck, he accepted her thanks and let her know she was very welcome - and that this could be the end or the beginning of the experiment. With that said, he pressed his throbbing cock against her backside.

Without another word spoken, Claire reached behind to release his pulsating member from his constrictive trousers and briefs. She gasped when she felt it's size in her hand, but unfortunately she couldn't turn to see it. Her hand wouldn't reach around his girth and she guessed he must have been about 9 inches long - maybe more. Pulling her skirt high, she placed her top leg over his and guiding his huge meatpole to her dripping cunt. They both groaned aloud as he slid home and held still to savour the moment. His huge cock was stretching her wider than she'd been expanded in ... probably forever. The overfilled sensation in her pussy was incredibly erotic and she felt her juices flowing more than ever before. Moving back against him she started their pace off slow and easy. With his left hand reaching beneath her to knead her tit, his right was free to roam over her body. As he began his slow pounding into her warm honeypot, his fingers began a slow assault on her engorged clit.

They moved in silent unison, his cock plunging in deeper and deeper with each forward thrust. Claire reached behind her to grasp his head, pulling him forward for a long wet kiss. Their tongues took up the rhythm of their fucking, imitating the advance and retreat of his dick into her pussy.

Claire broke the kiss and stared into Gerald's eyes with a look of amazement. "It's happening again", she said as the orgasmic waves crashed over her. With his cock buried deep inside the vibrating walls of her cunt he was caught up in her spasms. Her body went rigid as she came over and over again, and then began bucking as the feeling intensified. Gerald groaned as his balls seized up and spewed hot jizm into the wet cavern of her cunt. His cock jerked with each successive explosive shot.

They held each other until the orgasmic waves receded, and then slowly began to put themselves back together. Half an hour or so passed in silence and then the plane landed at their destination. Getting ready to disembark, Claire reached over a placed a somewhat chaste kiss on Gerald's cheek.

"I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me tonight" she said quietly.

Gerald raised a hand to touch her cheek, simply saying, "The pleasure was all mine, Claire".

Claire walked ahead and left the plane, as Gerald returned to his original seat to gather his belongings. As he reached the front of the cabin, the female steward thanked him for flying Qantas and handed him a card as he departed.

Walking up the tunnel to the arrivals area, he studied the message on the card and smiled.

"I'd like to be next in line if you're giving more lessons. Linda. 555-0379".