Monica's Innocent Kink

Susan was nervous about her trip. It was her first time flying in many years
and she was reluctant to get on the plane. It was a long flight from
Portland to Chicago and her job depended on this trip. She sat in the
airport at the gate and looked nervously around. She had twenty minutes
until they were going to start boarding the plane, just enough time to bolt.
Susan shook her head and tried to concentrate on the book she was holding in
her lap. She couldnt back out of this trip; shed be fired.

Susan sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes against the glare of
the fluorescent lights. She stretched her neck out and when she opened her
eyes again, there was a man in the seat across from her staring. She
blinked, and looked around. She wasnt used to being stared at.

The man smiled at her. Your book is upside down, he told her.

Susan looked down at the book she had been holding and saw that it was in
fact upside down. She had been too flustered with her nerves to notice that
when she was concentrating on her book, she was reading it upside down.

Damn, she said.

Dont like flying? he asked her.

Is it that obvious? she replied.

He laughed and told her that it kind of was. Susan blushed with
embarrassment that she was such a wimp when it came to a silly little thing
like airplanes. She focused on the man. He was attractive, with light brown
hair and friendly eyes. She thought she liked him very much. It had been so
long since she had met anyone worth talking to and even longer since she had
met anyone worth having sex with. It had been so long that her entire body
was tense all the time. Susan wondered often if all she really needed was to
get laid.

They continued to talk until the plane boarded and she realized that in all
that time she hadnt had time to think about dreading the plane ride. He had
distracted her from her worries. Susan found herself touched by the
thoughtful gesture. She also realized that they hadnt been introduced. As
they waited in line to get on the plane, Susan told him her name and he told
her his name was George.

Pleased to meet you, George, Susan said smiling. She held out her hand to
shake his and he took it. Instead of shaking her hand, though, he brought it
to his lips and kissed her. Susans heart skipped a beat. How romantic, she
thought. She had to stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Her face
grew pink as she caught herself wondering what he would be like in bed.

The pleasure is mine, Susan, George told her, grinning knowingly at the look
on her face.

They found their seats on the plane and discovered to their surprise that
George was only one row behind Susan. He managed to switch seats with an old
lady whose seat was next to Susan by giving her his window seat. They
fastened their seat belts and prepared for the long ride ahead.

They talked for hours, enjoying each others conversation and company. They
had a great deal in common and made each other laugh. It was the perfect
plane ride. Susan never once thought about how scared she was or what if the
plane crashed or anything. She could hardly think at all. They each had a
glass of wine and peanuts when the beverage cart rolled by. George paid for
Susans and she thanked, appreciating the gesture. The wine was sweet and
went down easily. He ordered them two more, which they drank quickly before
the lady with the garbage bag came by to take away their trash.

About halfway through the plane ride, Susan realized she had to go to the
bathroom. She excused herself and headed down the aisle to the lavatory.
Shutting herself in the tiny room, she did her business and then checked her
reflection. She seemed to be having a good hair day and had had the presence
of mind to do her makeup that morning. All in all, she was fairly satisfied
with her appearance for once. She smoothed her skirt and as she looked in
the mirror she thought about George. She was sure now that she wanted him.
She wanted him badly. He was sexy and sweet and seemed to find her
attractive. She watched in the mirror as her cheeks grew hot. She wanted him
to touch her. She leaned back against the wall and imagined his hands on her
right now. She dipped her hand into her skirt and began to touch herself.
She moaned quietly as she rubbed her clit and thought of Georges dick. She
imagined it was huge and would feel insanely good entering her. Her hand
worked faster as she got more and more excited. She came quickly. Her skin
was rosy and glowing from her orgasm and she wondered if anyone would
notice.

She unlocked the door to leave the bathroom, when she bumped right into
George. He pushed her backwards against the wall of the bathroom and closed
and locked the door behind him.

I couldnt take it anymore, he said breathily. I had to have you. He kissed
her passionately and Susan kissed him back. His lips were everything she had
been fantasizing about. The space was so small that there was barely room to
maneuver. Susans back was against the little sink and George was in front of
her. She could feel his hardness on her leg and it made her crazy. As he
plundered her mouth with his tongue, she slid a hand up his leg and rubbed
his dick through his pants. He moaned into her lips. She worked him with her
hand while at the same time undoing his belt.

She thanked the gods that she had worn a skirt that day. She had had no idea
when she got dressed that morning just how well she had chosen her outfit.
Her thoughts of thanks grew louder in her head as his hand made its way up
her thigh, under her skirt, and shoved her panties aside. She cried out,
forgetting for a second where they were and that she needed to be quiet, as
his fingers plunged into her. She was already sopping wet, she had been
sopping wet all day just thinking about him. She moaned into his ear as he
thrust his fingers in and out of her.

God, youre so wet, he whispered in her ear.

I was thinking about you, she answered him boldly. Her inhibitions were
gone. Susan tugged his pants down, revealing his large, pink erection. His
dick was perfect and Susan thought that she couldnt wait to have it inside
her. George lifted her up and lowered her onto his throbbing member. Her
hands clenched his skin as the pleasure ran through her. He was so big, he
filled her completely. She moved on top of him, restricted by the size of
the room, but eager to please him regardless. He kept his hands on her ass,
rocking her up and down on his dick. She squeezed him with her thighs and
with her tight pussy.

She rode him hard and they banged into the walls of the bathroom enough to
announce to the entire plane what they were doing in there. She held on to
him tightly as he shoved his dick into her over and over. The waves of
pleasure running through her body were intense. She could feel her climax
building in a crescendo of ecstasy. George grunted, feeling his own
impending orgasm.

Susans hands tangled in his hair while her body erupted in the spasms of a
fantastic climax. She threw her head back and bit her lip to keep from
crying out. Her entire body was quaking with erotic sensations. She thought
she would be shaking the rest of the day. George, with a final thrust,
poured into her. The two would have collapsed together but the space would
not allow for that. They tried to straighten themselves up as best they
could after that.

Susan left the bathroom first and resumed her seat by the window. Her face
was flush and pink with afterglow. She gazed out the window, refusing to be
embarrassed by all the stares she had received on her way back to her seat.
George followed shortly after and as soon as he took his seat next to her,
the airplane erupted in applause. George looked around and realized they
were of course all clapping for them and their little bathroom escapade.

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I was lying in my bed, in and out of sleep, half dozing, half thinking. I
tried staring at the ceiling and I tried closing my eyes. Nothing worked. So
I just lie there and let myself drift along in the sea of down and warmth. I
had fallen asleep finally when I awoke to feel hands on mine. I was being
tied to the headboard. I opened my eyes, but saw only darkness. I smiled. He
had blindfolded me.

Hello, my love, I whispered to him in the dark.

Hello, princess, he whispered back, directly into my ear so it sent shivers
up my spine. I lay quietly on my back as he finished wrapping what felt like
silk around my wrists. I was bound to the bed, helpless it seemed, and
blinded. My other four senses peaked to make up for it. My skin tingled and
I could tell it was extra sensitive now. I could hear him moving around in
my room, rummaging in my nightstand drawer. A lazy grin worked its way
across my face as I realized what it was he was after.

I felt the feather almost before it touched my skin. I kept it in my drawer
for special occasions. I knew I was in for a treat. It was long and black,
sleek but with just the right amount of softness. He started with my face. I
felt it tickle my cheek and he brought it down my face to my throat. Gently
he brushed my neck and my shoulders, the bare skin reacting with goosebumps
to the slight touch. From my shoulders, he caressed both of my arms in turn
all the way to my fingers and back up to the shoulders again. Then he did it
again on the underside of my arms, the skin twice as sensitive. My breathing
was shallow and rapid as I became aroused. My flesh was alive and tingling
all over as he ran the feather down my chest to my breasts. He took his time
with each one, the feather circling my nipples and my delicate skin. I
moaned with pleasure as he lingered over my breasts for what seemed like an
eternity. I could feel my nipples proudly erect under the influence of the
feather.

My breasts fully stimulated, the feather began its descent to my stomach. I
could feel him brushing my soft skin in circles with the lightest of
touches. He used the feather to circle my belly button and to drift down
from there to my fleshy mound. He teased me forever, caressing my inner
thighs, my hips, every inch of skin he could cover that wasnt my pussy. He
trailed it all the way down to my toes, stopping to pay particular attention
to the underside of my knees. It tickled and I giggled out loud. As my
punishment for laughing, he smothered my lips with his in a deep and
maddening kiss.

I felt his nakedness against me, not having realized until then that he had
already removed his clothes. I was very excited and I wanted him right then
and there. But I knew I would have to wait. He would make me wait.

He withdrew from me to continue torturing me with the feather. He would not
stop until all of my skin had been touched and tormented by it. I writhed
around my bed, my hands bound over my head. My lower body was all that I
could move. I rolled my hips around, secretly knowing it would drive him
crazy. I pictured him watching my naked body moving so provocatively so near
him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But still he made me wait.

When the exquisite agony of the feather had been exhausted I heard him set
it aside. The bed shifted under his weight and I shivered with delight at
the idea of what was to come next. He followed the exact path of the feather
except this time with his tongue. Every inch of my being was aroused by now.
His tongue circled my nipples and he bit playfully at them. I squealed with
pleasure as he did this. His tongue followed my stomach down to my belly
button and finally to my pussy. He teased me again over and over, kissing
and licking me everywhere but the one spot I so desperately needed it. I
could feel how wet I was, how much this trick of his was working. I ached
inside, dying for him to be inside of me.

Please, baby, I begged him. I knew how much it turned him on when I begged.
Please I trailed off in the middle of my plea as I felt him shove his tongue
into me. I gasped as he found my clit and began to play with it. I was
bucking all over the place. He had to hold me down so he could lick me
properly. He stopped and crawled on top of me. He kissed my lips and then
straddled me. I felt his cock against my lips. I flicked my tongue at it and
heard his sharp intake of breath. I knew what he liked. I played with him
with my tongue, teasing him before finally taking him full in my mouth. I
wanted to stroke him while I sucked him, but my hands were still bound. I
wondered what it looked like to him, me tied up and helpless with his dick
shoved in my mouth. He was soaked with my saliva as I moved my mouth back
and forth over him. He was hard as a rock and I knew he wanted me badly. I
wanted him even more. I wished I could see his face as I sucked him, wished
I could see the rapture I caused him. But there was something about the
mystery of not being able to see, of having to imagine what he looked like
just then. His hands held my head to him so that I could not pull away. He
would have me until he was finished.

I was so aroused from being blindfolded, my senses toying with me, that I
thought I would burst if he didnt fuck me soon. I thought the fire from my
loins would be enough to ignite my entire apartment at that point. Just
then, he pulled himself out of my mouth and I felt him lifting my legs.
Before I could even take a breath he was pounding into me. I screamed out
loud and I clamped myself around his dick, tightening for him. He lifted me
up by my butt as he fucked me, letting him plunge deeper and deeper inside
of me. I could see stars behind my blindfold; I was at the height of
ecstasy. He thrust in and out of me, brutally hard and I knew I would be
bruised the next day. But I didnt care. I just wanted more of him. I longed
to rake my nails down his back but my arms were tied tightly. I could not
wrap myself around him as I longed to do. But he could have me however he
wanted me. He bit into my nipple and I groaned. Again I wanted more, I
wanted it harder. I wanted to feel pain. I squeezed him with my legs as much
as I could, pulling him toward me and pinching his ribs.

He pounded me, fucked me, and ravaged my body. He had every way with me he
had wanted except for one. I knew he had always wanted to try anal but we
never had. I told him one day we would try that. I think now was that day.
As he shoved himself in my pussy, I said one word to him: Now. And he knew
what I meant. He pulled himself out of me, leaned down to kiss me hard and
rough, and bent my legs almost over my head. He grabbed some lube from my
nightstand and slathered himself with it. I felt him rub it all over me,
pussy and ass. Then he poised himself at my opening and slowly eased his way
inside. I felt pain at first, but then relaxed and realized it was actually
enjoyable. He increased his pace and I moaned with pleasure as he fucked my
ass. I had never thought it could feel like this. I was so tight around him.
Faster and faster he went, plundering me in that most secret of places. His
finger found my clit as he thrust in me and I was on the moon. I came what
seemed a thousand times. I knew he was close but I never wanted it to stop.
It was so hot and slippery. I heard him grunt and knew it was time. With a
few final thrusts into my tight ass, he came inside me.
I felt him plop down on the bed next to me, utterly exhausted. I could hear
his heavy breathing and I was doing some panting of my own. It was amazing.
He reached over and untied me. I took off the blindfold. I smiled at him as
he dozed off.

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