Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... will want to meet you, now that we have re-established contact. She said something to that effect when I told her about our adventures. I’m convinced that my marriage will not be disrupted by the profound friendship with you; it is too strong for that. It can even handle loving you. Come to think of it… It has happened before that my work kept me in Italy longer than planned, even on a Saturday, but I’m not going to use that as a pretext; I will simply tell her the truth.” “You are very sweet too. But then I know that since the day I met you for the first time.” She kissed me. After dinner, as we were flying above the Alps, she excused herself and went to the lavatory. It became quiet in the compartment. The flight-attendants had retired to the galley and some people were taking a nap. As soon as she sat down again, she spread her blanket over her lap. Then she reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and took it off. “Did you ever have sex in a cruising airliner?” she whispered into my ear, grabbing between my legs. “It’s so exciting, despite the limitations, or maybe even because of them.” “I did actually. With myself. On a flight from Dubai to London. But in the company of a gorgeous woman it’s obviously much more fun.” “I have to admit that I’ve never done it with a man. But there has been a nice woman that took the initiative and made a pass at me. It was delicious.” She pulled up the armrests between our seats. I was convinced that she had taken off her panties already, ...

... probably in the lavatory, or even earlier. As if she could read my mind, she whispered, “Check it. Feel my creamy candy. It is dripping with desire. In fact it’s cum-begging.” She struck a hand before her mouth to cover her laugh. When I touched her swollen clit she let out a short “ah” and started to moan softly when my fingers entered the love tunnel. I felt that the small triangle of the past had disappeared. After finger-fucking her for a minute or so, I suggested that she would play with herself, as I was going to the lavatory in order to remove my underpants. Trying to hide the bulge I returned to my seat and covered myself with a blanket too. With the speed of light Caroline opened my zipper and took the magic flute out. “So immensely pleased to meet you again,” she greeted the instrument, smearing pre-cum over the head. And then, whispering, “What a delight it will be to feel this steaming hot fucking locomotive entering my cunt after all those years. As soon as we arrive at our hotel room, before we do anything else, I want you to fuck my brains out. And you don’t have to restrain yourself. But for now, I want you in my mouth. If you pull up that blanket further I will crawl under it. Pretend you are asleep, sort of.” Shivers of joy ran along my spine when she probed the squirting hole with her tongue, licked the shaft and locked her lips around the head, pressing her teeth into it. Whereas Caroline was demonstrating her skills, someone up front, on the other side of ...