Soft fingers graze your thigh as he returns to his aisle seat in the half-empty plane, and he looks at you wickedly as he leans closer.
“You know - I just noticed - there’s nobody in any of the rows around us.” He murmurs, his hand sliding your skirt upward a little.
“Is that right?” You ask, realising your voice has already become throaty at his words.
“Yeah.” He pulls the blanket from the floor, spreading it over you with a smirk. “Here. You looked cold.”
Hidden now, under the blanket, his hand pushes the loose skirt all the way to your waist as you shift nervously in the seat, glad the lights have been dimmed for the night flight. He twists around to face you, the angle of his body screening his actions a little more.
“What about the flight attendants?”
“They won’t be around much - they won’t want to disturb the passengers.”
His hand slides inside your panties, and your next protest dies on your lips when he touches you just right, knowing what you love. The tip of his middle finger circles teasingly around your clit, just the lightest of touches, and he grins when he sees you bite on your lip. Still grinning, he leans across to cover your lips with his own, swallowing your moan as he slides two fingers inside you, then he sits back again, just the clever hand touching you under the blanket.
You look at him pleadingly as you feel those long fingers stroking inside you, pressing forward as he slides his fingers partway out of you, then pushing them in again, harder, bringing his thumb onto your clit this time as you squirm in the seat. He does it again, bringing his lips to your ear at the same time.
“You’re so wet.” He breathes in your ear. “So hot. I want you so much.”
“Where can we go?” Your voice is shaky as his fingers continue to slide back and forth, his thumb occasionally pressing harder against you.
He shakes his head with a naughty smile. “I think I just want you to cum right here.” He laughs without interrupting the motions of his hand. “How long’s this flight? Wonder how many times I can make you cum before we land.”
“But I want you…….ohhh…..”
As he feels you just starting to tense, his thumb eases back, letting you drop back down from the brink as he replies.
“Next time, baby.”
He’s holding you on the very edge of orgasm, then his thumb starts those gentle, maddening circles again, and he kisses you again to muffle the cry he knows you won’t be able to contain. You bite on his lower lip, and he chuckles against your mouth as he feels you cumming, his hand driving you on, higher and higher until you sag back into the seat, completely spent, not even able to speak yet.
Under the blanket, he slides his hand away, pulling your panties into place and smoothing your skirt back down over your legs while you gasp for breath. As your breathing returns to something resembling normal, you glance across at him, raising an eyebrow as you see the bulge, evident even within those horribly baggy pants he likes to wear when he’s travelling.
“Well,” you say, pushing the blanket to the floor and unclasping your seat belt, “I’m going to the washroom. ‘Scuse me.”
Before he gets a chance to move out of your way, you pick up your purse and slide across onto his lap, swivelling your hips on him as you lift the outer arm-rest to put your feet on the floor. He gives a soft groan at your heat through the thin skirt, then you’re gone, heading toward the back of the plane with a cheeky grin.
Inside the washroom, you look at yourself in the mirror as you unzip your purse. Thank God there’s nobody else at this end of the plane, because your flushed face and sparkling eyes leave little doubt of what you’ve been up to. Fortunately, your mom was one of those ladies who drilled into you to always carry spare underwear, since the fine mesh panties you put on this morning are now soaked thanks to his attentions. You hike up your skirt and pull off the panties, reaching for the clean pair just as a soft knock at the door startles you.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, baby. Let me in?”
You slide back the bolt and the door opens swiftly. He steps into the cramped cubicle with you, closing and bolting the door behind him with a predatory grin, which turns to a laugh when he sees your panties lying on the counter.
“Getting ready for me, were you?”
“No, I…..” His kiss cuts off your words, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth as he pushes you back against the tiny sink.
He lifts you slightly, perching you on the edge of the sink as he unzips his pants, then he pulls you toward him, driving his cock deep, making you gasp as the base presses against your still-sensitive clit. The sink height is perfect, and he thrusts up into you again with a grin, pulling down the straps of your top so he can get his mouth onto your breast, laughing around your nipple when your fingers knot into his hair. In the confined space, you can barely move, held captive on top of the sink, but you manage to raise your bare feet to brace them against the wall behind him, your back jammed against the mirror as he increases the tempo, his hands cupping under your ass.
You can hear yourself whimpering, then you’re cumming hard again, only dimly aware when he cums, too, as you feel the heat inside you. Your legs are cramping from the strain you’ve been putting on them, and you let your feet drop down as he pants against your chest for a moment before lifting you off him, sitting you a little further back as he moves back against the other wall.
As you smile at him, you can feel your mouth trembling, and his eyes lock onto yours as he also drags up a smile. He pulls his baggy travelling pants back up as you reach for your panties, but he grabs your hand with a smirk.
“Do you really think there’s any point, baby? There’s another six hours to this flight, and I’m not in the mood to watch a movie…….”
He cracks open the door and looks out to check if the coast’s clear, then leads you back to your seats. For the moment anyway.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
A Special Gift
Lena tried to figure out how to say what she wanted to tell him. They’d shared another delightful evening, dinner at a nice restaurant and now sitting close together in a quiet bar, but her heart was telling her that it was time to explain herself. Gathering her courage, she took a deep sip of wine before turning to face him fully.
“Richie.” She began, and the dark eyes, so similar to her own, focused on her face.
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“I need to……….I want to………..to tell you why…….”
He frowned slightly. This sounded ominous, he thought, but he just smiled slightly, seeing her trepidation and not wanting to make it any worse.
“What, Lena?” He smiled at her, and she felt it in her gut, knew she just had to get this out.
“Shit. This is harder to say than I expected.” It didn’t help when he reached to touch her hand reassuringly, and he frowned again when she drew her hand away, tucking both hands nervously on her lap.
Richie sat back a little, waiting patiently, and she drew another deep breath.
“Richie, we’ve been out together a few times now. Six or seven dates, I think.”
“Seven.” He grinned.
“Okay, seven. But you’ve got to be wondering why we haven’t, why I haven’t, I mean…..” Lena growled at herself. “Dammit, Lena, just say it!” She said aloud, flicking a glance at Richie, seeing the confusion on his - to her - beautiful face. “You’re probably wondering why I haven’t slept with you yet. I mean, assuming you want to sleep with me.” She quickly added.
“Of course I want to sleep with you, darlin’.” He said softly. “But you seemed to want to take things slow, and I can handle that. You’re worth a bit of patience.”
“You think?” She snorted softly. “Well, the reason I haven’t, well I guess put out is still the phrase, is that I haven’t, I mean, well, I’m still………..”
Richie blinked, confused, then his eyes widened as he got what she was desperately trying to say. Or trying to skirt around, hoping he’d guess.
“You’re a virgin?”
The way she blushed bright red told him yes.
“Wow.” He said quietly, looking at her as though for the first time. “And you want to? With me?”
“Mm-hm.” She reddened again. “If you want me.”
“Of course I fuckin’ want you.” He growled. “I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you. But are you sure you want your first time to be with some middle-aged man?”
“No, I don’t want it to be with ‘some middle-aged man’. I want it to be with you, Richard Stephen Sambora.”
He bit on his lip as he looked at her, then leaned forward to kiss her slowly, easing back again before they got too into it here in the bar.
“So I guess the only question is……….your place or mine?” He smiled at her.
“I don’t mind.”
“Then mine. It’s closer.” He slid from their secluded booth, holding out a hand to her. “C’mon baby.”
Taking his hand, Lena slid along the seat to stand beside him. Richie dropped a few bills on the table then, still holding her hand, walked toward the door.
Once they were outside, he wrapped his arm across her shoulders, and they just walked the few blocks to his city apartment. An apartment that even die-hard fans knew nothing about, since it was owned in a different name and was well out of the area of his usual haunts. They talked quietly as they walked, smiling as they pointed out some of the more striking Christmas trees to each other, Christmas trees and fake snowmen out of place in the heat of California.
When they got into Richie’s apartment, Lena felt the build of nerves in her chest, but Richie seemed to know, gentling her with one hand stroking her hair, just holding her in his arms there in the living room.
“Darlin’, you don’t need to be nervous. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, okay? Just tell me if I’m going too fast for you.”
“I feel like such a fool.” Lena admitted, looking into his eyes, but Richie smiled.
“Well, don’t. I’m……..well, honored, I guess, that you want to let me share your first time.” He told her firmly, holding both her hands now, starting to back up. “Come with me.”
Nervous but trusting, Lena let him lead her to his bedroom, but when they got there, Richie made no attempt to take her to the bed, standing in the middle of the room to kiss her, gently at first, but building gradually until their tongues were tangling hungrily. Richie eased back again, watching her face as he slowly took hold of the hem of her top, sliding it upward. Lena made no protest, watching him trustingly, and he pulled it all the way over her head, tossing it aside. Reaching behind her, Richie unsnapped her bra, pulling it slowly forward, and now Lena wished she hadn’t cut off her long hair, because she had nothing to hide behind. As his hands drew the satin away, though, Richie’s big hands cupped around her breasts, Lena gasping at the heat of his skin on hers.
It wasn’t as though no guy had ever touched her there - even in her virgin state she wasn’t completely innocent - but there was something different in Richie’s touch, something more arousing than she’d expected. He held his hands on her for a moment, Lena reaching out to unbutton his shirt, and Richie took his hands off her to drop the shirt, then took her by the hand and led her to his bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at her, pulling her in to stand between his thighs, opening those soft lips to take a nipple into his mouth. Lena moaned softly, running her fingers into his hair, holding him close as he tasted and teased. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties, the hunger growing as Richie moved to her other breast, then he moved again, looking up for her agreement before pushing his hands under the waist of her skirt, tugging it down until it fell to the floor, leaving her panties on. For now.
Keeping his own jeans on, Richie pulled her onto the bed with him, kissing her thoroughly, his hands caressing her body until she was panting beside him.
“I want to see you.” She said huskily, looking up at him, and Richie slid off the bed to drop his pants, turning to toss them onto a chair.
He was already hard, and when he turned back he saw that Lena had taken off her panties, lying naked on his bed, and he saw her eyes widen into uncertainty as she looked at him.
“Trust me.” He whispered, lying beside her again for another kiss, one hand sliding gently between her thighs.
Lena tensed when he touched her, but Richie kept the pressure light, just easing a fingertip around her clit, sliding down to part her swollen lips, then back up to her clit, over and over, until he was pushing first one, then two, fingers into her on each stroke. As he did it, Lena’s hips were rising against his hand, instinct taking charge, and she moaned into his kiss as he changed the movement, still thrusting his fingers into her, his thumb on her clit.
“Richie…..please…….I want…….”
“Shhhh darlin’.” Richie smiled at her, watching her fight it. “Trust me, Lena. Let it go.”
She did, letting his hand push her up and over the edge, into orgasm, whimpering as she came with his fingers deep inside. Richie didn’t withdraw his hand, just kissing her tenderly as she relaxed, then he began moving his fingers again, Lena moaning again.
“Richie……”
“No, darlin’, not yet.” He gently slipped a third finger into her, feeling her tighten around him at the added stretch on her flesh. “You’re not ready for me yet, Lena…..patience, baby.”
He slid down the bed, burying his head between her thighs, his tongue taking over from his fingers for a moment, pushing into her then up to tease around her clit. Closing his lips on her clit, Richie brought his hand back up, three fingers easing her wider for him, hearing her moans above him as he sucked on the sensitive bud. Frustrated, Lena thrashed her head against the pillow, wanting to feel Richie inside her, the fingers thrusting inside bringing her to climax again.
“Please…..” She whimpered, her eyes begging him, and Richie carefully moved his hand away, reaching to the nightstand for a condom, covering his heavily swollen erection before dropping his hand to her clit again.
Still stroking her, building her to the next orgasm, Richie shifted between her thighs, Lena spreading her legs wide to accept his hips, and Richie rose up to kiss her again, distracting her for a moment before he let the thick head of his cock press into her. When she groaned, he stopped, raising his head to look at her, and Lena opened her eyes to gaze upward, biting her lip as she nodded.
As slowly as he could, Richie entered her, Lena giving another groan at the momentary pain, the pain overtaken by the strange sensation of his flesh filling hers. Her eyes widened at the feeling, her head arching back as her body protested the penetration, clamping down, her muscles tried to force out the invading flesh, and Richie froze in place, holding his weight on his elbows, waiting with her until she relaxed a little, her eyes focusing on his again.
“Okay?” He whispered, and Lena nodded shakily.
“Uh-huh.” She whimpered it. “I didn’t expect………”
“D’you want me to stop?” He asked, praying silently she wouldn’t say yes. It was a very long time since he’d ‘had’ a virgin, and the tightness of the flesh pressing around him was a torturous delight. But, even so, he was always aware of his size, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
She shifted herself under him, becoming accustomed to the sensation, then she smiled brilliantly up at him.
“Hell no.” She whispered, reaching her hands into his hair, feeling the thick strand where the silver trinkets hung.
Gently, Richie eased back and thrust in again, Lena gasping again, but in arousal at the contact of the base of him against her clit, the thick shaft filling her so that every pleasure point inside her was being stroked just right.
“Jesus……” Lena murmured, her instincts bringing her legs up to lock around his hips, meeting his thrusts with her own.
Richie looked down at her again, one hand on her breast, then he lowered his head to kiss her again, forcing himself to keep his thrusts gentle. Lena came again, clenching tighter around him so that Richie growled deep in his throat, fighting against the instinct that begged him to accelerate the thrusts, to pound himself into her. He made himself slow down even more, matching his rhythm to the pulsing of her flesh, the repeated relaxation of her muscles letting him deeper inside.
As Lena came yet again, sobbing out his name helplessly, Richie let just the last couple of strokes drive into her harder, riding through his own orgasm with his mouth on her neck, feeling Lena’s hands on his back, clinging to him. Slowly coming to a halt above her, Richie eased himself out of her as she relaxed, Lena gasping as he left her empty, and once he’d disposed of the condom Richie gathered her into his arms.
“Okay?” He asked, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Mmmmm.” She purred, snuggling closer, then giggling softly.
“What’s funny?”
“I just looked at the time.”
Confused, Richie looked at the clock, seeing it was just after midnight. “Yeah?”
“Merry Christmas.” She said softly, shifting up to kiss him, Richie chuckling.
“Merry Christmas to you, darlin’. And thank you for my present.”
“Exactly what I was thinking. That’ll be a hard present to beat.”
“Naw.” Richie said comfortably, shocking - and pleasing - Lena with his next words. “Next year, I’ll make you scream my name when you cum on Christmas morning.”
“Richie.” She began, and the dark eyes, so similar to her own, focused on her face.
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“I need to……….I want to………..to tell you why…….”
He frowned slightly. This sounded ominous, he thought, but he just smiled slightly, seeing her trepidation and not wanting to make it any worse.
“What, Lena?” He smiled at her, and she felt it in her gut, knew she just had to get this out.
“Shit. This is harder to say than I expected.” It didn’t help when he reached to touch her hand reassuringly, and he frowned again when she drew her hand away, tucking both hands nervously on her lap.
Richie sat back a little, waiting patiently, and she drew another deep breath.
“Richie, we’ve been out together a few times now. Six or seven dates, I think.”
“Seven.” He grinned.
“Okay, seven. But you’ve got to be wondering why we haven’t, why I haven’t, I mean…..” Lena growled at herself. “Dammit, Lena, just say it!” She said aloud, flicking a glance at Richie, seeing the confusion on his - to her - beautiful face. “You’re probably wondering why I haven’t slept with you yet. I mean, assuming you want to sleep with me.” She quickly added.
“Of course I want to sleep with you, darlin’.” He said softly. “But you seemed to want to take things slow, and I can handle that. You’re worth a bit of patience.”
“You think?” She snorted softly. “Well, the reason I haven’t, well I guess put out is still the phrase, is that I haven’t, I mean, well, I’m still………..”
Richie blinked, confused, then his eyes widened as he got what she was desperately trying to say. Or trying to skirt around, hoping he’d guess.
“You’re a virgin?”
The way she blushed bright red told him yes.
“Wow.” He said quietly, looking at her as though for the first time. “And you want to? With me?”
“Mm-hm.” She reddened again. “If you want me.”
“Of course I fuckin’ want you.” He growled. “I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you. But are you sure you want your first time to be with some middle-aged man?”
“No, I don’t want it to be with ‘some middle-aged man’. I want it to be with you, Richard Stephen Sambora.”
He bit on his lip as he looked at her, then leaned forward to kiss her slowly, easing back again before they got too into it here in the bar.
“So I guess the only question is……….your place or mine?” He smiled at her.
“I don’t mind.”
“Then mine. It’s closer.” He slid from their secluded booth, holding out a hand to her. “C’mon baby.”
Taking his hand, Lena slid along the seat to stand beside him. Richie dropped a few bills on the table then, still holding her hand, walked toward the door.
Once they were outside, he wrapped his arm across her shoulders, and they just walked the few blocks to his city apartment. An apartment that even die-hard fans knew nothing about, since it was owned in a different name and was well out of the area of his usual haunts. They talked quietly as they walked, smiling as they pointed out some of the more striking Christmas trees to each other, Christmas trees and fake snowmen out of place in the heat of California.
When they got into Richie’s apartment, Lena felt the build of nerves in her chest, but Richie seemed to know, gentling her with one hand stroking her hair, just holding her in his arms there in the living room.
“Darlin’, you don’t need to be nervous. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, okay? Just tell me if I’m going too fast for you.”
“I feel like such a fool.” Lena admitted, looking into his eyes, but Richie smiled.
“Well, don’t. I’m……..well, honored, I guess, that you want to let me share your first time.” He told her firmly, holding both her hands now, starting to back up. “Come with me.”
Nervous but trusting, Lena let him lead her to his bedroom, but when they got there, Richie made no attempt to take her to the bed, standing in the middle of the room to kiss her, gently at first, but building gradually until their tongues were tangling hungrily. Richie eased back again, watching her face as he slowly took hold of the hem of her top, sliding it upward. Lena made no protest, watching him trustingly, and he pulled it all the way over her head, tossing it aside. Reaching behind her, Richie unsnapped her bra, pulling it slowly forward, and now Lena wished she hadn’t cut off her long hair, because she had nothing to hide behind. As his hands drew the satin away, though, Richie’s big hands cupped around her breasts, Lena gasping at the heat of his skin on hers.
It wasn’t as though no guy had ever touched her there - even in her virgin state she wasn’t completely innocent - but there was something different in Richie’s touch, something more arousing than she’d expected. He held his hands on her for a moment, Lena reaching out to unbutton his shirt, and Richie took his hands off her to drop the shirt, then took her by the hand and led her to his bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at her, pulling her in to stand between his thighs, opening those soft lips to take a nipple into his mouth. Lena moaned softly, running her fingers into his hair, holding him close as he tasted and teased. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties, the hunger growing as Richie moved to her other breast, then he moved again, looking up for her agreement before pushing his hands under the waist of her skirt, tugging it down until it fell to the floor, leaving her panties on. For now.
Keeping his own jeans on, Richie pulled her onto the bed with him, kissing her thoroughly, his hands caressing her body until she was panting beside him.
“I want to see you.” She said huskily, looking up at him, and Richie slid off the bed to drop his pants, turning to toss them onto a chair.
He was already hard, and when he turned back he saw that Lena had taken off her panties, lying naked on his bed, and he saw her eyes widen into uncertainty as she looked at him.
“Trust me.” He whispered, lying beside her again for another kiss, one hand sliding gently between her thighs.
Lena tensed when he touched her, but Richie kept the pressure light, just easing a fingertip around her clit, sliding down to part her swollen lips, then back up to her clit, over and over, until he was pushing first one, then two, fingers into her on each stroke. As he did it, Lena’s hips were rising against his hand, instinct taking charge, and she moaned into his kiss as he changed the movement, still thrusting his fingers into her, his thumb on her clit.
“Richie…..please…….I want…….”
“Shhhh darlin’.” Richie smiled at her, watching her fight it. “Trust me, Lena. Let it go.”
She did, letting his hand push her up and over the edge, into orgasm, whimpering as she came with his fingers deep inside. Richie didn’t withdraw his hand, just kissing her tenderly as she relaxed, then he began moving his fingers again, Lena moaning again.
“Richie……”
“No, darlin’, not yet.” He gently slipped a third finger into her, feeling her tighten around him at the added stretch on her flesh. “You’re not ready for me yet, Lena…..patience, baby.”
He slid down the bed, burying his head between her thighs, his tongue taking over from his fingers for a moment, pushing into her then up to tease around her clit. Closing his lips on her clit, Richie brought his hand back up, three fingers easing her wider for him, hearing her moans above him as he sucked on the sensitive bud. Frustrated, Lena thrashed her head against the pillow, wanting to feel Richie inside her, the fingers thrusting inside bringing her to climax again.
“Please…..” She whimpered, her eyes begging him, and Richie carefully moved his hand away, reaching to the nightstand for a condom, covering his heavily swollen erection before dropping his hand to her clit again.
Still stroking her, building her to the next orgasm, Richie shifted between her thighs, Lena spreading her legs wide to accept his hips, and Richie rose up to kiss her again, distracting her for a moment before he let the thick head of his cock press into her. When she groaned, he stopped, raising his head to look at her, and Lena opened her eyes to gaze upward, biting her lip as she nodded.
As slowly as he could, Richie entered her, Lena giving another groan at the momentary pain, the pain overtaken by the strange sensation of his flesh filling hers. Her eyes widened at the feeling, her head arching back as her body protested the penetration, clamping down, her muscles tried to force out the invading flesh, and Richie froze in place, holding his weight on his elbows, waiting with her until she relaxed a little, her eyes focusing on his again.
“Okay?” He whispered, and Lena nodded shakily.
“Uh-huh.” She whimpered it. “I didn’t expect………”
“D’you want me to stop?” He asked, praying silently she wouldn’t say yes. It was a very long time since he’d ‘had’ a virgin, and the tightness of the flesh pressing around him was a torturous delight. But, even so, he was always aware of his size, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
She shifted herself under him, becoming accustomed to the sensation, then she smiled brilliantly up at him.
“Hell no.” She whispered, reaching her hands into his hair, feeling the thick strand where the silver trinkets hung.
Gently, Richie eased back and thrust in again, Lena gasping again, but in arousal at the contact of the base of him against her clit, the thick shaft filling her so that every pleasure point inside her was being stroked just right.
“Jesus……” Lena murmured, her instincts bringing her legs up to lock around his hips, meeting his thrusts with her own.
Richie looked down at her again, one hand on her breast, then he lowered his head to kiss her again, forcing himself to keep his thrusts gentle. Lena came again, clenching tighter around him so that Richie growled deep in his throat, fighting against the instinct that begged him to accelerate the thrusts, to pound himself into her. He made himself slow down even more, matching his rhythm to the pulsing of her flesh, the repeated relaxation of her muscles letting him deeper inside.
As Lena came yet again, sobbing out his name helplessly, Richie let just the last couple of strokes drive into her harder, riding through his own orgasm with his mouth on her neck, feeling Lena’s hands on his back, clinging to him. Slowly coming to a halt above her, Richie eased himself out of her as she relaxed, Lena gasping as he left her empty, and once he’d disposed of the condom Richie gathered her into his arms.
“Okay?” He asked, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Mmmmm.” She purred, snuggling closer, then giggling softly.
“What’s funny?”
“I just looked at the time.”
Confused, Richie looked at the clock, seeing it was just after midnight. “Yeah?”
“Merry Christmas.” She said softly, shifting up to kiss him, Richie chuckling.
“Merry Christmas to you, darlin’. And thank you for my present.”
“Exactly what I was thinking. That’ll be a hard present to beat.”
“Naw.” Richie said comfortably, shocking - and pleasing - Lena with his next words. “Next year, I’ll make you scream my name when you cum on Christmas morning.”
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