One Flight Delayed - Sex Stories

One Flight Delayed

... paper, marker and band sticker from my backpack and wrote, “Closed for repairs.” I used the band sticker to affix the fake sign to the door.

“I’ll go in first. Give me five minutes to shave. Then you knock, and I will let you in. No one will know we are in there, and we can find a little relief from this shitty day.”

Serie stood quietly for a while.

“This is fucking crazy. You know what you’re doing down there?” she asked.

“I like to start with a little tender play. I lick around the labia teasing - even kissing the inside of a girl’s thighs a little. When I smell her pussy start to bloom I get serious. I lick up and down the lips, up and down the triangle. I start by teasing the outside of the lips and work my way to the inner ledge. When she starts bucking a little I move my attention northward. That's when the headliner takes the stage and I focus on that ever-so-special spot."

Serie's mouth gaped in awe.

"I’ve got a bit of game,” I finished.

Now Serie was blushing and undoing the top buttons of her shirt. She even took my hand for a second.

“You know, I’m not touching your dick right? If you’re good with that go, go shave.” She commanded.

I ran to the restroom and said a private prayer of thanks. I shaved as quickly as I could and took a quick sink shower to try and make myself a little more presentable.

Serie knocked just as I finished. She slipped in, locked the door, and started undoing her jeans before climbing onto a countertop changing ...

... table strong enough to support both of us easily.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she giggled. “You can’t tell Tia.”

“God no. She would never talk to me again.”

Serie pulled her jeans off. I ripped her panties from her body exposing her beautiful womanhood. Serie had a full bush. I like a natural woman.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off and, uh, take care of myself why I eat you?” I asked a little shyly.

“I don’t care, just so long I don’t have to touch your dick and you keep all that dangerous sperm away from me. Us lesbians don’t worry too much about birth control.”

I took my time licking her inner thighs and gently tickling her vulva lips with my fingers. Her thighs became covered in goosebumps. I looked up at Serie and she clearly wasn’t into it. She was watching me like I was an IT tech trying to get her printer to work.

I tried to appear confident, but I was shaking just a bit. I was nervous to be with such a beautiful woman, one clearly out of my league.

Worse, nothing I tried was working. Serie was more of an unenthusiastic audience member than participating paramour. I decided to take another risk. I stood, removing myself from her most sensitive of areas. Her legs clamped shut. She had decided it was over and was reaching for her clothes.

On impulse, I moved close to Serie. My chest pressed against hers, my lips centimeters from hers. Her composure changed. The tenseness in her body released.

We didn’t’ say anything or do anything. ...