One Flight Delayed - Sex Stories

One Flight Delayed

... We looked into each other’s eyes and lost track of time and our surroundings. My bravado fell and I made myself vulnerable to her. She could see kindness and empathy in my eyes, I could see wanting and desire in hers.

She closed her eyes and pursed her lips just a bit. I heard her exhale. She was inviting me to her, and I moved to kiss her. The kiss was soft and gentle but far from sultry. Just our lips touched. It was a sweet little kiss.

I ran my tongue against her lips gently. My tongue was the key unlocking her lips, and I felt her mouth open. Then, unexpectedly she slid her tongue to mine. This sweet little kiss turned into something deeper. Serie came closer, her body embracing mine. She ran her fingers through my long hair.

I could feel her body opening and engaging mine. After several more minutes of kissing Serie started moaning a bit. I broke from her kiss and worked my way down. She sprinted to unbutton her top. I scrambled to unclasp her bra. Her small, black breasts were eager for my attention.

Serie was in her early forties and a mother – but her breasts were as pert as any twenty-year-old’s. I licked each nipple until they fully came to life. The more her nipples opped the more Serie squirmed. At the same time my left hand strayed down below her equator.

I used my middle finger to trace the outline of her labia. We kissed as my finger began to unlock her secrets. She swayed as I traced the outside of her lips. Serie moaned as my fingers danced ...

... and parted her lips. I gently pried at her entrance. My fingers brushed up and down her crease, finally landing the top of her delight. I adjusted my hand so my thumb pushed against her clit, and my fingers wrapped around her slender waist.

When Serie was in full bloom she arched her back, tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed me to her lively, and well-lubricated pussy. I could feel the heat as I moved to give her the attention she rightfully demanded.

Her body had undergone a Jekyll and Hyde transformation, moving from its normal state, all business, to a new state, sexual wonderland.

Her hands held me in the cleft of her loins. Seri'es aroma was intoxicating. I licked up and down, inside and out of her slit. My toungue was the instrument, and the vibrato brought Serie to ovation.

After plenty of temptation, I moved my lips to her clitoris. I slid my tongue up and down her nub. I added pressure with every stroke building intensity.

She began to buck and thrust her hips. I lifted myself off her and licked her engorged lips like licking an ice cream cone before returning my focus to her delicate peak. I clamped my lips onto her sensitive bean. Serie screamed just a bit in response. Her voice cascaded in pleasure.

I was acutely aware of our surroundings and still holding her panties in my right hand. I reached up and Serie's panties into her mouth, hoping to quiet her. I didn’t want to get caught. I just wanted to get her off and enjoy myself a little too. ...