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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Get ready for take off...

Story Inspiration :)
She was bored. It had been a slow week in the office. She'd finally caught up on her paperwork and there wasn't much to do except make herself look busy. Her mind kept wandering to her plans for the next few weekends. It wouldn't be long before her friend Giselle's Halloween party and she needed to figure out if she was going to order a costume this year.

No one ever wandered down her hall so she jumped on the internet to see if anything sparked her interest. She hadn't been dressing up long enough to start recycling costumes just yet and she began to inwardly grumble about how much she had spent on outfits that she'd only worn once.

On year she'd been a vampire bride, maybe she could somehow alter that into a fallen angel costume. She began to think back over the costumes she'd worn and how they might be altered. She laughed when she remembered the pilot's costume.

She's ordered it online and it arrived the week of the party. There wasn't enough time to find something else, but the costume was so tiny it looked like skimpy lingerie. She'd had to add a camisole, and thick tights to wear it in public and she'd still be self conscious about it.

She'd worn that the year before she met Jonathon and when Giselle brought it up once he'd given her an eyebrow wiggle and told her she'd have to model it for him sometime.

"Huh," She actually said out loud to the empty office.

Maybe she could get more than one wear out of that outfit.

She sent a quick e-mail to see what time Jonathon was getting off of work and started planning. She skipped out early to head home and clean the house and curl her hair then pulled the outfit from the back of he closet, only this time she didn't bother with the tights or camisole. She'd just gotten everything settled when she heard a knock on the door. She grinned and went to unlock the deadbolt.

When she opened the door Jonathon took a moment to register her attire and a slow grin spread across his face. He slid into the condo and locked the door behind him while Angie cocked a hand on her hip. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a hungry kiss to her lips. She opened beneath him and clung to his shoulders.

When he pulled back she laughed. "I think I'm supposed to say something about seat belts and tray tables?"

He gave her a wicked grin. "Don't worry baby everything is in the 'upright' position. Besides, aren't you driving this thing?"

"I guess you're right." She said. She backed away and took his hand to lead him down the hall.

In the bedroom she closed the door and pushed him back until the backs of his thighs were against the bed. She began undressing him, taking her time. She only had to push his hand away once to send the message that she was in fact "driving this thing". The pilot's hat tried to fall off a time or two, but Jonathon ensured that it stayed on. He was definitely enjoying the outfit.

Once Angie had gotten him out of his clothes she dropped to her knees. Jonathon moaned as she took him into her mouth. She licked the underside of his penis and lightly traced her teeth along the top ridge before she began to suckle the length of him. He moaned and gasped as she worked her tongue against his sweet spot. She felt him tense beneath her and she backed off. She wasn't about to let this be over too quickly. She drew back and dropped soft kisses along the length of his shaft.

Standing up she urged him onto his back. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over him. She was so wet and ready for him. She climbed on top of him and slowly sunk down onto his shaft. She purred in satisfaction as he filled her.

"God. baby." Jonathon gripped her hips and bucked up into her. She laughed and bent down to kiss him. He reached into the low 'V' of her dress to pull her breasts into his hands. She began to move over him, using her hips to grind on his cock. She couldn't imagine what she must look like to him, her skirt around her waist, her large breasts in his hands, and a pilot's hat on her head s she rode him.

Her orgasm began to claim her and she tightened around him. She could hear him gasp as her pussy clenched against him and with a shout he came. She continued to grind against him, milking him and the tendrils of her own orgasm.

She collapsed against his chest and caught her breath. Jonathon reached down and took the hat from her head. He put it on and grinned up at her, "Thanks for flying with us today."

1 comment:

Singedwingangel said...

LOVE this and now I want a pilot's outfit