geodammit

[geodammit]

Finally, spring. The first warm breeze of the year happen to coincide with a date at an airbnb just outside of some nondescript metro area in the upper Midwest. Exhausted after a long drive, we heave our baggage into the bungalow and collapse on the bed for a bit. When breath returns to our lungs there is kissing, and when feeling comes back into our worn out extremities there is touching. We get half undressed while making out, but I halt everything with a hush and a cocked eyebrow. "Let's get some air in here, it's stuffy."

What follows is an orgy of creaking hinges in a bath of sunlight. We throw open every door and window in the old house and cast our shadows on the wide living room floor for a bit. I stop you while you make a move for the last shutter and tug you in by the loops of your jeans, kissing you hard on the mouth. My hand tucking into the small of your back and pulling you close to me. We unravel on the way back to the bedroom.

We both carefully remove and stow our glasses, and then chaos reigns in our desperate grasping. I want to be nude in this incredibly uplifting air with you but i can't take my clothes off if my hands are glued to your swaying hips! Finally we manage to kick off the last sock and lie there on the wrinkled duvet, lips locked. My hand finds between your thighs and I look into your eyes. "Can I touch you here?" You nod and I cup your mound in my hand, slowly pressing my palm against your labia while I nibble on your neck. I feel your wetness seep against my fingers and your lips swell. My eyes lilt and I groan low. Fuck me, I am in a daze. I can only manage short declaratives. "I want this. I want you."

I keep my hand where it is for a while until you start bucking rhythmically against it while we kiss, then I slip a finger inside. Then two. I ladle my wet fingers up to your clit and press it in circles, watching and listening. Tell me how everything feels with your moans and your eyes.

"Hands and knees" I sputter when I can't take it any longer. I scramble off the bed to my packed bags and retrieve a condom as I watch you flip onto your front and I get back just in time to pull your hips back and put my fingers inside you again. I manage to tear the condom open with my teeth and use the other hand to roll it on, stroking my cock as I watch you buck back against my hand. I barge between your calves with my knees and press the tip against your lips and dig my fingers into your hips, guiding it inside you with a grateful sigh. Fuck yes. Finally.

I push your legs open a bit further with mine and begin to thrust into you. It feels so good I'm instantly drunk off of this. I'm going to spend every ounce of the energy i have left today fucking you.

I reach my hand around your hip and find your clit with my fingers, I feel you get tighter as I play with it and we collapse down on the bed so my weight is on your back. I spout unfiltered filth in your ear about how good it feels to fuck you as my other arm reaches around your chest. Everything feels so electric. All the skin to skin contact and my cock throbbing inside you.

[geodammit]

You can feel my intent in the way I play my fingers against the small of your back while we wait at the crosswalk. I keep my hand just above your ass, guiding you forward amongst the throng of people walking around us. We find ourselves in an alley alone and I shoulder you gently but firmly up against the cold brick wall, my eyes narrowing and my voice smoldering. “When we get home, sweetness, you will see to my jacket, then you will take everything off. And you will await my instructions.” You search my eyes for a hint of displeasure at some slight or imperfection. “Nothing is wrong. I’m intent on using you tonight. I have some new toys I want to show you.”

We trundle into our airbnb and I doff my jacket and hand it to you, hanging by a forefinger. I point at the lint roller sitting on an end table and duck into the bedroom while you complete your task. I come back to meticulously check your work. I run my hand along the hem. I fold open the collar. I even look in the breast pocket. “Absolutely spotless. You are so attentive to detail. Now, on to the bedroom.”

We proceed in and you notice an area of the bed covered in a fine mesh bag. On top rest a few items but you aren’t clear on what exactly they are. I raise your chin up so our eyes meet. “Clothes off. Now.”

I watch you peel off the dark green dress I picked out for you for our outing and kick off your grey flats. I kiss the back of your neck as you slip off your bra and drum my fingers on your hipbones playfully, turning your body away from the bed. “Face the wall, lovely. Eyes forward” I growl through my teeth “I’m going to unwrap some presents.”

I return after rummaging in the bag on the bed for a moment, my lips are back at your ear. “Eyes closed.” Peering around your face, carefully noting any misheard instruction or, your sweet lil ass forbid, any sign of bratting. I note your hesitation and the curl at the corner of your lips… your chin juts forward. Defiantly?

I wait for you to comply…

For a fraction of a second…

Your mouth breaks into a wry smile, your eyes close. “Yes sir.” Your delicious lips part and your mouth opens but not quite wide enough for what I need. My fingers grate against my palm, having detected your sass.

I trace your collarbone with my fingers from your shoulder to the middle, then cradle your throat and squeeze just enough to coax a longing little whimper. My neck tingles in relish for those subtle sounds you make when I take control like this. I coo into your closed eyes before releasing you “Come and sit down and get comfortable.”

I push an upholstered footstool close to the bed and pat it. “Ass here, feet up on the bed, darling.” I wait until you follow directions and I pilot your shoulders back into my hips behind you. “Mmmhmm good. Lean back into me. Spread your legs just a little wider.”

My left hand goes to your chin and I look down at your face, trying to read your feelings. A little bit of lip quiver, a hint of bewilderment in your eyes, exactly where I want you. I crane my neck down to your ear and think in that moment to offer reassurance, but a low, primal growl escapes my lips.

I leave you leaning back against me but I reach forward into the bag on the bed, pulling out a couple leather items quickly, one strappy, and one larger and heavier. Bringing the strappy one over your face and whispering “open your mouth, sweetness” into your ear again.

I lower the ballgag into your mouth and quickly adjust it and fasten it along the back of your neck. I let one hand rest on your throat as the other one makes sure the snaps are secure. “In case you hadn’t realized, this is one of the presents” I sing-song into your ear. I can hear your moans muffled through your teeth on the ball and your breath exhaling hard through your nose. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I prepare the next surprise.

“Here’s the other one.” I produce a small silicon paddle from the bag and make a show of displaying it in front of your face. “This one is for very direct and specific applications, should you need your nipple reddened…” I swat one of your nipples with the edge of it, then the other. My left hand slides around your neck again, applying just enough pressure to keep your head steady. I go back and forth, warming up your tits with the paddle. 10 or 12 or 20 times.

“It’s also perfect for a little bit of pain on your labia and your clit, sweetness. Keep your feet on the bed and spread your knees for me.”

[geodammit]

Air Force One

My seatbelt was off in a flash as we settled into a steady climb at ten thousand feet. Clever, I thought, of the secret service to post an agent at either end of the relatively small press pool section of the huge 747.

I figured the square-headed secret service boys would meander in and out as the flight progressed but they stood sentinel, feet planted, probably in an effort to keep American reporters from trickling into policy briefings or the president’s executive time.

It was a short leg of the journey. She’d be catching another ride home and this 2 hour flight was our only shot to make all those mutual stares and whispered flirting into something before home and work separated us again.

I checked my watch as we passed 20,000 feet, just about 20 minutes in. I flicked a glare back at the agent guarding the back entrance, then to the one in front. The guy in the front was older and friendly with the crew from my network. We were cultivating him as a source for insider stories. Breezing past him would be easy if he didn’t talk my ear off first. The agent behind me, I didn’t know. Crew cut, jacket too small, dour look on his face. He’d be a tougher sell to let me pass, but for all he knew I didn’t know the layout of the plane any better than he did.

I folded my notebook under my arm, got up and strode aft towards the jarhead. I dramatically smoothed my hair back and checked my watch to get his attention. “Squeezed in an interview with a couple flight attendants after we hit cruise altitude. That’s back and up the stairs, right?”

He glowered at me, asked to see my credentials, boilerplate stuff. He shoved my press pass back at me and stood to the side.

“The presidential suite is off limits for this flight. This is your only warning.”

I was through. I bounded up the empty stairwell to the upper deck of the airliner. I could feel the plane bank to the right slightly more than was normal and figured we were dodging some bad weather. That would buy us a bit more time.

I peeled around corners through the kitchen and the dining area, shouting a question about the president’s inflight snacking habits to a passing flight attendant so that technically I hadn’t lied to the secret service agent earlier. I was so totally working right now. I came to a secured sliding door with a slit porthole of bulletproof glass. She stood on the other side in what was a kitchen storage area with an adjoining crew restroom. Her back was turned to me, I could see her fingers exasperatedly drumming on her hips in that sexy black pencil skirt.

I knocked and in an instant she bustled me into the bathroom. She untucked my shirt as I locked the door. I worked her jacket off as she hopped up onto the tiny sink. We frantically unbuttoned our own shirts. My hand smoothed through her shoulder length dark brown hair and grasped at the roots behind the back of her head. A signal to stop and catch her breath. My eyes met hers and our tongues folded and flicked and writhed around each other like sea snakes fighting to the death.

I spun her around and pressed her face into the mirror. She panted against the cold glass as I yanked down her skirt and panties, knelt with my back against the wall and buried my mouth into her labia from behind. I lapped garishly from her clit up to her ass pucker and sopped up her wetness with my beard. Kissing and slurping and jabbing my tongue into her cunt while my hands kneaded and spread her ass. She cupped her hand over her mouth as she cried out, her wild eyes rolling and lilting and darting.

I stood as the light, quaking turbulence started. Our eyes met in the mirror for a moment of panic as we heard seatbelt lights dinging loudly outside the restroom. “Fuck it, if anything turbulence would only make this better.”

I pressed my hard cock against her opening and sank in gratefully. Her hair in my hands, I fucked her from behind, hard, while the whole plane rattled and jolted around us.