Canceled Flight

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, saying, "I thought you needed to catch your breath."

He turned her face towards his and kissed her. Her body felt good, really good, against his. He would have been completely content with the moment, except for her hand, slowly stroking his cock.
 
"I am catching my breath. Admiring your cock is a spectator sport. Though I guess it could be a little dangerous."

"I used to do this for my boyfriend a lot. You know, if I didn't want intercourse for physical reasons. Watching guys orgasm is amazing. Guys want to be in control, so watching their bodies at that out of control moment is sweet. You want a quick handjob, or would you rather save it for something better?"
 
He brought his hand to his forehead. "Oh, decisions, decisions," he groaned.

He reluctantly took her hand from his cock, bringing it to his lips, kissing it, then smiling, "the night is young. We can save spectator sports for another time."

He knew he was taking a chance on this. There was no guarantee that he would see her after tonight.

And he did want her, again. Her body looked and felt wonderful. Just touching her was an erotic experience.

"Coffee," he offered, "although we would probably have to get dressed."
 
Julia made a show of licking her fingers and enjoying the taste of their fluids. Then she stuck out her lip in another pout.

"You know that's the second time you've chased me away from your cock. You're going to get a reputation."

She was kidding and he knew it. She slipped on her panties and then her skirt. She felt the cool wetness between her legs, and it reminded her of the devious pleasure in going out just after sex.

"Yea, let's go show off our afterglow! I'm sure I'm like radioactive after what you did to me."
 
He looked at her with delight as she dressed. "You, my dear, are radiant," he assured her. She had just fastened her skirt when he said, "would you mind going braless? Just for me? You have such beautiful nipples and I hate for you to cover them completely."

He had put his pants back on, making sure she could see he was going commando. His cock was still sticky with their secretions. He would have to launder them when he arrived in Seattle. He button his shirt and slipped on sock and shoes. He had been watching Julia all the while. He really couldn't take his eyes of her.

"So, where do you think we can find good coffee at this hour?" he asked, not really caring much if he was with her.
 
"Let's go back across the street. It could be interesting, they'll remember us. They'll see my nipples and the bulge in your pants, this could be fun."

Julia put on her blouse. The fabric was more sheer than she'd remembered.

"Oh, god, look Shawn. I'm totally pornographic. Should I really do this? If I start getting stared at I might get totally into being your slut girlfriend."

Julia made a show of clinging to Shawn and rubbing her hands on him. She pressed her breasts into him and moaned, "C'mon babe, drink your coffee and let's go back to the room."
 
He chuckled low at her, "if you keep pressing those gorgeous breasts against me, we will never make it out the door."

His cock had swollen again with her teasing. Gods, she was so hot! He took her hand and pressed it against his pants, "look at what you do to me. Now, out the door."

He pushed her out into the hall and followed her closely. He put his arm around her waist and held her close as they walked towards the lobby. He looked down at her, at her breasts bouncing in her blouse as she walked. and teased, "my slut girlfriend huh? I like it."

He stopped for a second and kissed her, "I like it a lot."

By that hour, the lobby was deserted. They exited the hotel and made the dash across the street. Entering the same restaurant, they found the hostess, who couldn't miss Julia's nipples or Shawn's bulge. She smiled uncertainly, until Shawn said, "we've come for dessert."

"I am sure you have," the hostess said, leading them to a darker corner of the restaurant. As they slid into the booth, she handed them menus, saying, "your server will be with you quickly."
 
The hostess walked away leaving them in silence and privacy.

"Ok, I'm calling this meeting to order. Tell me three questions you'd like me to answer about myself. I may pick and choose, but I'll answer at least one of them."

She knew they'd be interrupted but she was curious what Shawn would come up with.
 
He laughed at her sudden curiosity. He could see that she was a firecracker, given to impulse, and he liked that. "Hmm," he pondered, "let's see. How old were you when you first had sex? What was it that you did? And, um, what is your favorite sex act?"

He was particularly curious as to the last question. His hand stroked her thigh as he questioned her, which made him throw in another question, "Oh, and do you wrap your thighs around a guy when he is on top?"
 
"Gosh these are easy, I'll answer them all. My favorite position is just what we did, with they guy on top. I guess I like the feeling of surrender."

"When I do that, I think my legs just dangle. I don't think I ever grip with them, or at least I haven't noticed. I have done that a few times on purpose but I don't think it's the natural thing."

"As I said I only had two boyfriends before this. I was 20 when we finally did it, after years of agonizing about it. Both our families sheltered us, kept close watch. We were clumsy and it wasn't great sex, but we were both virgins so it didn't matter. He was on top. I don't really remember it as sex, we were mostly experimenting with our bodies."

"Now you. First, tell me a little about your ex-wife, why you split up, what sex was like with her."

"Number two, let's see, what sex things do women like to do that you don't like?"

"Number three, what do you want to do with me when we get back to the room, I mean, is there something we haven't done that you want to try?"

"And remember you only have to answer one of them, that's the rule. But you can do what you want with the others."
 
"Ohh," he joked, "you get to ask questions too? I would have made mine harder."

The waitress arrived, eyeing them both, "back so soon?'

They laughed and Shawn explained, "love the desserts!"

"I'll bet you do," she smirked and took their order.

When she left, Shawn faced Julia again, "Let's see, sex was probably the big reason my ex and I split. I love sex, a lot. Her? Not so much, or at least not with me. So, when it did happen, it was brief and quiet. And she was paranoid about getting pregnant. Two condoms!" He stuck his tongue out.

"Umm, moving onto happier topics, I haven't really found anything that I don't enjoy to one degree or another, especially if my partner enjoys it. And later, I want to look in your eyes as I push deep into you on top," he said with a smile.
 
"Mmmm...what a delicious image. Imagining you on top of me, that's just so exciting."

She paused, her tone changing.

"But I have no idea where to take this conversation. I am backed in a corner with that thought."
 
Dessert arrived in time to distract us both. We each prepared our coffee, and launched into dessert. After a couple minutes, I suggested, "OK, my turn. What is the kinkiest thing you have ever done? What kinky thing would you like to do? And, uh, what is your biggest unfulfilled fantasy?"

I could see you go inwardly as you considered these things. I wondered if you would be honest with me, or if you knew the answers. To help you think, I began stroking your inner thigh. I really did want to know, and even more, to fulfill your fantasies.
 
"Hmmm...that's a hard one. I don't know if I've ever done anything kinky. But, you know, that's just me. Let me think..."

There was a very long pause.

"I mean, what we just did, it doesn't get any better than that. The way you teased me and kept me wanting more and more. Anything kinky would have been a distraction. So I don't know, I'm kinda drawing a blank."

"My boyfriend tried, you know, the back door, once. But neither one of really liked it. I let him tie me up one time, and that was kinda fun. And we did it outdoors where people far away could see."

"Knowing what you know of me so far, is there something you think I ought to like?"
 
"Well, it is a little early to tell, but I think you are enjoying being a bit exhibitionist. And I can see you enjoying being bound. I would certainly enjoy seeing you in a corset and some interesting nightwear," he offered.

"Of course, right now, I am still enjoying discovering you," he grinned.

He took a few bites of his dessert, asking, "anything else you want to know about me?"
 
"Hmm...I don't know....well, your first time, what was that like?"

She stopped, and then thought of another thing. "And what about some times when sex was really good, really special?"

Julia sipped her coffee and looked at Shawn. His hand moved on her thigh. She sighed, feeling its warmth, letting the sensations settle into her.
 
He stopped for a moment, thinking back, gave a small grimace, and tried to say casually, "Eh, first time, not so good. Trying to be a man, not knowing what to do. Just awkward. Don't laugh, but performance pressure... Feh!"

He had stopped moving his hand, but took another bite and resumed. He loved touching her. "Really good? Well, once, in the woods under the stars, really feeling at one with nature and all. Annnnd, another time in a video booth at an adult bookstore."

He raised his eyebrows at her, "verrryy naughty."

He laughed then focussed on her, looking a bit serious, "but truthfully, the best was about an hour ago. You are amazing."

And with that, he leaned in to kiss her, his hand sliding all the way up her thigh.
 
When Shawn kissed her, Julia took it first as a quick kiss and started to draw back. But she let her mouth linger, letting her lips rest gently against his. Coffee and chocolate were the flavors of their kiss.

Likewise, as his hand slid up her thigh, she just let mind follow its course with no regard for what might come next.

Then she drew back and smiled at Shawn, inquiring, with her look, what he had in mind.
 
His hand had slid up her skirt, his fingers resting less than an inch from her pussy. He could feel her wetness and her heat. She leaned back a little and gave him a questioning look.

He smiled as he kissed her, then whispered in her ear, "Still feeling bold? I think they know not to bother us back here."

As she thought about it, he assumed, he slid his hand up, his fingers suddenly wet with their juices. He felt her body jolt as he started to stroke her labia, parting them, seeking her sensitive spot. He felt her hand on his arm, just holding it, not pushing away, yet.
 
Julia held Shawn's arm still as the intoxicating sensations rippled through her. She really didn't need to decide, she just needed a moment to think trough what would happen. Then she took her hand away and parted her near leg back and up to give him clear access.

She looked at Shawn and smiled, remembering how he loved watching her cum earlier.
 
He loved the way she would thinking, and then give herself to him. She smiled as she spread her legs wider for him. He glanced about, and indeed, they had this corner of the restaurant to themselves. He leaned in to kiss her again, as his fingers began gentle strokes, up and down, then circling her clit. They both knew they did not have the luxury of time. She might not even cum. The point was to have the moment.

He felt her breath against his mouth. She did seem to be enjoying this. He shifted his hand and slid two fingers inside her, provoking a quiet gasp, then brought his thumb to her clit, coaxing her along. "Mmmmm," he hummed into her mouth. Maybe she would cum...
 
"Oh, yea," Julia moaned, "just keep doing that, Shawn. I'll cum for you, right here, if you want me to." Then she moaned again, her mind focusing intently on Shawn's hand.

Suddenly a waiter appear with the water pitcher. Shawn stilled his hand. They sat up a little straighter and smiled at him.. "Uh...you folks need some cold water?" he flashed them a devilish smile. They laughed as he filled the glasses, his eyes taking in as much as he could see.

The waiter left, and Julia reasoned that they might be watched. "Keep going, Shawn. Is that ok?"
 
"Where are those 'Do Not Disturb' signs when you need them?" he muttered laughingly. He looked at his companion, at the arousal of her body and the daring look on her face. He grinned as literally slid his fingers back into place. He kissed Julia again, "mmm hmmm," as he slipped inside her, the tip of his thumb stroking her soft flesh.

He kissed over her cheek to her ear, as his hand massaged her, inside and out. He whispered slowly to her, "I would love for you to cum, her and now, Julia. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers and your hot juices to bath my hand. Give the waiter something to tell his friends later, about the hot babe who let her guy finger her in public. You are sooo hot."
 
"Just keep rubbing, Shawn," she urged, "I think I can do it. I've never cum in public like this. It is exciting."

Her eyes stared blankly in the distance, but she did notice the waiter and a couple of his buddies carrying trays back and forth across their line of sight. They would turn and look, and then quickly move so as not to be noticed.

"Oh yes, that's it Shawn, keep doing that," she said quietly. Shawn worked his thumb over her clit as his fingers moved inside her. "Oh yea.......oh yea......oh Shawn." Her body stiffened and flushed. "Oh yes, that's it..."
 
He kept up an even rhythm, thrilled that she would be so bold. He felt her body beginning to tremble and softly bit her ear lobe, "Give it to me Julia. Cum for me Beautiful. I love feeling you cum. I want it. I want you."

He crooked his fingers inside her, giving a tentative probe of her G spot. His cock was stupidly hard by now. Whatever happened, they would have to go back to their room soon.
 
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