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Best on Board

... with dim gratitude that his orgasm was gone too; not entirely, he was still at DEFCON 1, but he wasn’t coming and he still had a chance to get inside her before he did. Bob looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry.” An apology seemed warranted. “Is it OK?” she asked. “You didn’t … did you?” He shook his head. Having released him when he almost came, Vicky once again closed her fingers slowly around his girth. He felt himself nearly tip over the edge again but she saw what was happening and eased off, allowing the tip of his cock to rest in her entrance with just her fingertips touching his shaft. Feeling a despair that seemed totally unwarranted given that this was the single most exciting fifteen minutes of his entire life, Bob resolved to simply push ahead, literally, knowing that he would come in just one stroke, but at least the sweet agony would be over. ~~~ Vicky felt trapped; and it had nothing to do with the cramped conditions of the bathroom. She desperately wanted to feel Bob inside her, but he was so close to coming that she couldn’t move ahead without triggering his orgasm. And, she thought a little uncharitably, he seemed incapable or unwilling to deal with it. Surely a good looking guy like him has developed some strategies to deal with premature ejaculation, right? “Bob?” she asked, suddenly sure that knew what was going on. “Have you … ever done this?” He shook his head, not able to meet her eyes. And then, as if he felt something needed to be said “Have you?” ...

... Bingo! But this needs to be handled delicately. She smiled at him, tilting his chin back up to look at her face and taking both his hands in hers. “In an airplane? No,” she answered discretely. “And Bob?” She waited a few seconds until finally he made eye contact, arching his eyebrows in a worried, questioning expression that signalled he was listening. “Believe me when I say this,” she said softly and earnestly. “It has never ! Ever ! Felt this good.” He looked at her without acknowledgement. “Do you believe me?” she asked. He swallowed and slowly nodded. “Good,” she affirmed, taking control again, holding his hands to her breasts. “Because we are going to make this amazing.” He stroked her nipples in agreement, watching with fascination as they pricked back up under his touch. Vicky sighed her delight, keeping his focus on the pleasure he was giving her with his hands while she took a firmer hold of his erection. Now that he was refocused she looked back at his face and saw more of the man she had first noticed when he was working on his equations; the nutty professor with the glasses and tousled hair. It gave her an idea. “Tell me what you were working on earlier, when you called me,” she said. “What were those diagrams and symbols?” The transformation of Bob’s features was now complete. Gone completely was the fear, apprehension and nervousness; and in its place confidence, intelligence, and joy. And the effect extended beyond just the way he looked; still whispering, he ...