The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... wiping my still hard cock down with paper tissue. I offered some to Danielle who had already started to squeeze cum out of her pussy into her palm and was licking it off her hand and fingers.

"Mmmmm" she smiled as she swallowed it down "delicious!".

I tucked my wilting manhood back into my breifs and buckled up my shorts again, then I watched Danielle start to button up her dress beginning at the top. It was like watching the curtain come down at the end of a great show and I really wanted an encore. Sadly none was given as she pulled the fabric tight around her breasts and re-popped the poppers, working her way down slowly to conceal her naval and finally her beautiful bald pussy lips. She pulled the dress down to cover her thighs more and gave me the nod to unlatch the door.

As I stepped out of the door I was met by the glaring eyes of the woman from opposite us with her child in hand. She definitely knew what we were doing this time. I sheepishly made my way past her, avoiding eye contact. Danielle followed me and I heard the little girl's voice once more.

"Did you have to help him too?" she asked Danielle.

I didn't dare turn around and just kept walking.

"Yeah" said Danielle "he really needed to go.".

I sat back down in the window seat and Danielle sat next me in the middle. I kept my hands off her for fear of the wrath of the lady in 25D until near the end of the flight. As we came into land Danielle grabbed hold of my hand in fear and I squeezed ...

... it reasurringly.

We landed in Budapest at about 6pm local time and after collecting Danielle's heavy suitcase we headed to the long stay car park where I had left my car. As we got to the car park I realised there was something else I should probably come clean about...

"So... you should probably know that whatever you may think about being a pilot, it's not that glamourous and it doesn't pay that well... I mean not that I'm complaining, it's just that, well, by the time you pay back the training costs it doesn't leave a lot. So I'm not exactly flash with the cash..." I rambled.

Budapest is not an expensive place to live, it's downright cheap compared to London but the combination of this being my first relatively low paid airline gig and over a hundred grand in debt from re-training to fly, meant I was still living a fairly modest lifestyle. I was hardly slumming it, I was able to afford a pretty luxurious appartment in the city but I could definitely not afford high end imported sports cars!

"It's OK" Danielle interupted "I guessed the Audi was a rental" she said referring to the hire car I'd picked up to show off at the school reunion.

"Oh, you did?" I replied.

"Yeah, no I thought you drove all the way from Budapest for a school re-union." she said sarcastically

"Oh right" I laughed.

"So which is yours?" she asked "I better know exactly what I'm dealing with...".

I gestured over to the black 3 year old Astra.

"Well that's not too shabby!" she ...