Leased Women Nude Auction Pt. 05 - Arrival - Sex Stories

Leased Women Nude Auction Pt. 05 - Arrival

I stood naked at the edge of the tarmac, stunned that it was still daylight. Stripped of every shred of clothing, without a watch or a phone, time had become an abstract concept. My body was brightly lit by the lowering sun but there was a breeze that was turning cool. My nipples were hardening even more than usual and I could feel the hair between my legs standing up.

I had never felt more alive.

What else had happened on the plane? Inga led me into a sumptuous, large shower in back of the lounge. She rinsed Rich's semen out of me first, then she knelt down and kissed and licked me.

"My beauty; my sweet girl," she kept murmuring, in English and in German. I think she really liked me! I came again and this time it was my squeaky little cum. I do actually squeak 'cause I always cum so fast the second time.

Inga dried me off with a big white fluffy towel. She reminded me I was not allowed to cover my nakedness, even for a moment, even in private with a towel. Where I was going, there were no towels, sheets or blankets--only pretty little Pixies, running around naked, day and night.

When we walked back nude to the seats, we were surprised to see Rich coming out of a restroom, wrapped in a towel. He grinned and unwrapped the towel, dropping it on a seat.

"Let's all sit naked together... let's laugh and talk."

So we did. Rich sat in the middle with his arms around us both. We kissed and touched, we talked and laughed. It was wonderful. Then we fell ...

... asleep!

We were startled awake by a man in a uniform. I quickly learned he was the copilot. He was Canadian and he spoke perfect English with a light French accent. He very politely asked if I would join him "for a tour of the cockpit." I think he was more than a little put off by Rich's nudity. He tried not to show his discomfort. Rich just leaned back and grinned and happily let it all hang out.

Inga gave me two of the towels, which came in handy. The copilot went first. The towel covered his lap; I sat back naked on the towel, facing him. He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples, then he had me lean way back. He was stronger than he looked--one hand just above my ass held me behind my back, keeping me from falling into all the dials and gauges behind me. The other hand: fingers inside of me, then expertly applying my heated liquid emanations to my perpetually poky clit. I came fast again, and this time I actually squirted! The pilot was allegedly monitoring the plane, but he seemed to be also intently monitoring my open cunt. I looked down as my vagina pulsed out a string of pale, milky white globules that broke into drippy strings. Wow!

Now the pilot's turn and he spoke only French. He had me facing away from him as was intent on playing with my other hole.

"Pretty little ass! Sweet sweet butt!" he kept saying, so he did know some important English phrases. He put me over the towel on his left leg and had me hump his leg as he pulled my cheeks open. He kept licking his ...