Category: public sex

Mile High Club

Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!” He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!”

“Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. “I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go down we better be belted in, for all the good it would do.” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. “I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! While trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me.” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! “Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “here we go,” as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible while Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress!

When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder! Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definite wet strip about an inch wide.

She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now.” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck.

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!” “Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” as he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have told that she was getting her cunt fingered!

“I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!”

“You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!” “Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated? “Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch.” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take, as her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting of in a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans.” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together.”

Blond In Asia

As Marla wiggled her ass in the face of the half drunken Japanese businessman he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her g-string covered crack. After the quick feel, he stuck a thousand yen into her waist band and called out to the waitress for another drink. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening, and still the company men, as they are called in Japan, were drinking and carousing with there business associates. It was said that sake and geisha girls was the oil that kept Japan’s corporate structure lubricated. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”!

Being blonde and from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes, watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to American rock music. Walking down Tokyo’s busy Ginza district, and you would have thought you were in Times Square with all the American logos burning in bright neon lights. Marla was just another American icon to be bought and sold, only her commodity was her very supple and sensuous twenty four year old body. Like she said to her American compatriots, “We’re just doing our part to help balance the trade deficit !”

Marla had answered and ad in the New York New about fabulous money to be made in the Far East, and going for an interview, she found out that while not very glamorous, working the bars and night clubs of Tokyo and Osaka could earn a pretty blonde girl five thousand dollars a week! The hours would be long, but the rewards great for someone with a little ambition. Marla was at the time working a legal secretary making seven hundred dollars a week, a salary that barely made ends meet in New York City, so a week later she was on a plane to Tokyo, getting ready to start a brand new career. She found out right away that you could indeed make five grand a week, but to do it, you had to let the free handed businessmen touch you in very intimate places, and while not a prude, it took her several weeks to become accustomed to the pawing and leering that she had to endure while dancing at the club. In her third week, Marla got her first proposal to make some real money. A young executive wanted to take her to a hotel and make love to her. He seemed like a likable sort, and he wasn’t drunk like most of the other men in bar that night, so she made arrangements to meet him in the hotel bar after her shift was over.

Like most Japanese men, Ken, that was the name he gave her, was short and lean. He was waiting in the bar for her, and together they rode the elevator up to a room he had previously taken. He helped her with her coat, and then ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, pausing to feel the swell of her hips. She turned away from him and asked him, “Be a doll, hon, and help me with my zipper!” With a steady hand he pulled it down, kissing her on her bare shoulder, and sliding the sequined garment to the floor. He carefully unhooked her bra and it too slipped off her body, exposing her 34D chest to the evening air. Her nipples immediately became erect as Ken reached around her and cupped them in his hands. Most Japanese men were pushy and rough with their woman, but Ken had a gentle touch that was starting to turn Marla on. She turned around to face him, giving him a straight on look at her magnificent chest, and while lifting his hands back to her boobs she asked softly, “Do you like them, Ken?” He nodded in the affirmative, and said, “American girls have much bigger breasts than Japanese women, I like them very much.”

By now Marla was really enjoying herself, and her panty clad vagina was becoming damp as the result of the expert tit rub that Ken was doing on her chest. Growing a little impatient with him, Marla decided to move things on a little bit, by taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He seemed to enjoy the attention, and offered no resistance as she stripped off his clothing. His hairless body was smooth and sleek, and the start of and erection could be seen through his boxer shorts. Marla slid off her panties and asked, “Why don’t you take off your shorts so we can see what you got for me hidden in there!?!” Ken shoved them down and kicked them away, exposing a hard if not huge erection which Marla took into her hand and started jerking it back and forth, bringing a soft moan from Ken’s lips. Instinctively Marla knelt down and took Ken’s member into her mouth, tasting the faint traces of soap, but that quickly disappeared as she worked her mouth up and down of his stiff oriental shaft. Looking down at the buxom blonde sucking on his pecker was too much for Ken to take, and he quickly climaxed into her hot mouth. He had dreamed of this moment ever since he was in high school, and it was verwhelming to say the least. In Japanese tradition he quickly apologized for cumming so quickly, but Marla just laughed and said, “Don’t worry Kenny, I’ll show you how to get it back up, just follow me.”

Taking him by his cock she lead him over to the bed where she lay down with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy, trimmed in a neat blonde vee, bulged invitingly, its lips damp with sexual secretions. “Okay baby,” she cooed softly, “now you’re gonna do mama like she did for you!” He didn’t need a second invitation and practically leaped between her thighs, burying his mouth on her wet vagina. He licked up and down the length of her crack, finally stopping at her clitoris, which was out of its protective hood and begging to be sucked on. His tongue snaked out and caressed the little nub, causing Marla to sigh with contentment, and no matter what you could say about him, there was no argument that Ken was an expert cunt lapper! It had been a long time since Marla had experienced this kind of oral sex and her hot cunt was drooling cunt juice all over Ken’s face as he tried his best to lap up every drop.

It wasn’t long before Marla felt the familiar vaginal contractions that were the onset to an orgasm, and as she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, through gritted teeth she begged, “You eat me, Kenny, god you eat me so fucking good, oh fuck, baby, do me.” Hearing here use street slang only drove Ken to eat her more intensely as he stabbed his tongue in and out of her pussy, taking great pains to flick her clit with each thrust. She bucked her hips forward when her climax hit, trying desperately to push her cunt harder into his mouth, making Ken wish that Japanese woman were as animated as their American counterparts during sex. The tradition of the quiet reserved Oriental woman seemed to carry over into the bed room, while American woman, on the other hand, seemed enthusiastic about their love making, even relishing in it! This American girl Marla was an obvious cock hound, but this is the way all American girls acted, and even now, after a hard climax, this American bitch is begging to be fucked! Ken stood up and slowly jerked his cock while looking at Marla’s fantastic body. “Come on Kenny,” she begged with out stretched arms, “fuck me with that beautiful cock, please!?!” Ken’s cock was now hard as blue steel, this American slut looked like Marilyn Monroe, but acted like a porn star, so after sliding on top of her, he could feel her softness, the smoothness of her thighs, the slight bulge in her belly, and the fullness of her heavy breasts! She reached her hand down and lead his cock to her honey hole, taking the time to rub the head up and down the length of her slit. He slid into her easily, her well conditioned cunt muscles gripping his cock like a vise, and after only several thrusts she began breathing erratically, moaning louder and louder with each plunge.

“Oh fuck me, baby,” she moaned, “I need it so fucking bad.” Ken continued to pound away, driven on by her use of foul language. A Japanese woman would never use that type of language, or even ask her husband for a certain type of sexual position or activity, but this American girl used back alley talk and didn’t hesitate in the least in asking her lover to fuck her or eat her out!

Ken had now lost control over his cock, and was now battering Marla’s pussy into submission while the American cocksucker wrapped her legs around his back, trying to hold on for dear life! She was acting like a slut, but she couldn’t help it, because once she got turned on, her clit would take over and she would do what ever it took to attain the most explosive orgasm possible! Her cunt muscles tried in vain to hold on to the pounding piston that was invading it, but to no avail, and as a huge orgasm was building in her belly, and she hissed through gritted teeth that she was cumming. Ken’s nuts tightened up and contracted hard, sending a torrent of cum hurtling into Marla’s sweet American pussy, as of them strained to get the last bit of pleasure from the union of their sex organs, until Ken finally collapsed on top of Marla, gasping and trying to regain his breath.

After both of them were dressed, Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wallet and extracted the equivalent of two thousand American dollars and handed it to Marla. Bowing courteously at the waist he said, “Had a very good time, you were very good, too! Same time next week?” Marla tucked the cash inside her purse and answered, “Same time next week, Kenny, we’ll do what we can to further east-west relations.”

Wild Subway Ride

Terri crammed her way onto into the third car of the Englewood-Howard subway line on her way to the Loop for work, and while it was only 7:00AM, the car was already packed like a can of sardines. After about a month of subway rides, Terri would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive Loop parking rates. The el was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car. On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal as Terri was pressed between a well dressed business man and a mid forties woman who smelled of Chanel No. 5.

The car rocked back and forth as the train made it’s way from the far north side on it’s way down town, and having made the same trip thousands of times, Terri kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Chanel No. 5 starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly, and only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. “Are you all right,” asked Terri? The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Terri watched to see that the lady was going to be okay as her cheeks now flushed a bright red! Terri felt the woman grinding herself into her and while trying to hide her short gasps of air, Terri couldn’t believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman’s body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal, after which she gave Terri a weak smile and then looked away.

Terri was about to forget it the whole incidnt when she felt the unmistakable feeling of a hand sliding up the inside of her thigh up under her skirt! “My God,” she thought, “this is what happened to her fellow passenger!!!” Frantically looking around she couldn’t see anyone looking out of the ordinary. She looked to see if the business man pressed against her could be the culprit, but he was reading the newspaper in one hand and holding on to the over head bar with the other. “Can’t be him,” she thought as the hand had worked it’s way farther up her thigh until she could feel fingers softly brushing against the front of her panties!!! Should she scream? She was sure that if she did, the hand would be gone and she would surely look like a fool!!! Now the fingers had worked their way past the elastic on the leg openings and now were moving up and down her slit. “Shit,” she thought, “I can’t help it, I’m getting wet!!!” Now her own breaths came more shallowly, while as the car swayed too and fro it only heightened her arousal!

Chanel No. 5 now looked her in the eye and in a second knew what was happening to Terri. The woman mouthed the words, “It’s good, isn’t it,” while Terri smiled back weakly and barely nodded her head in the affirmative. Now the fingers had totally invaded her vagina and she now no longer cared about anything except having her orgasm! “My clit, please hit my clit,” she pleaded to herself until finally a finger found her hard nub and began to rub it in earnest! Now Terri was the one pushing up against the other woman, only this time, however, the woman pushed back just enough to help Terri keep her balance, in fact their breasts were now squished together and Terri slowly ground hers into the other lady’s making her hotter the ever!

Terri was now on automatic pilot, and all she could think about was that finger on her clit! She moved her hips trying to get the finger to move faster, but as if to admonish her to be still, it stopped rubbing it all together for a few seconds. Terri didn’t move a muscle and sure enough the steady, if slow masturbation continued until just when she thought she would make it, a slight increase in pressure and pace tipped the scales and Terri felt a shuddering orgasm flood her helpless pussy! Barely able to stand up, Terri slowly began to regain her composure until the next thing she knew the hand was gone and the conductor was yelling out her stop. On slightly wobbly legs Terri exited the train and headed off to work, while appearing at her side was Canel No. 5. who after falling into step next to Terri she opined, “A very interesting el ride today!” “Yes,” answered Terri, “very interesting!!!” Both women smiled at each other and then each disappeared into the morning rush hour crowd, both a little more satisfied than the other commuters on their way to work!