The Long Delay

Our flight to Jamaica was delayed, so by the time the third delay was announced, my makeup needed refreshing, and I was bored. Four more hours in this airport; damn those Canadian cold fronts. I decided to let off some steam by working out in the world-class fitness center in the Premier Lounge. I retrieved my carry-on from the Lounge’s host and left David in the business center rifling through a mound of paperwork. He barely looked up when I told him I was going to check out the gym.

Dressed in shorts and a white cotton tank, I put on my headphones and jumped on the treadmill, enjoying the solitude of the modestly equipped airport facility. I let the bellowing sound of Katy Perry’s “Fireworks” fueled my run, although it was my anger at David that still boiled. When the machine slowed to a jog, I was surprised that forty-five minutes had elapsed so quickly, and three other women were working out.

I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. I was disappointed at how small the shower area was, and that it was not equipped with any private stalls. Tossing my sweat-drenched garments aside, I turned on the first shower tap in the tiny row of three shower heads. The water was surprisingly warm and invigorating; for the moment, I relaxed as beads of water danced over my naked body.

I grew tired of the shower and was preparing to shut the water off when two of the women entered the changed room. They quickly disrobed and prepared to enter the two empty showers. The taller of the two entered first, brushing my ass as she passed. “Excuse me, hon,” she said, reaching to turn on the tap. “They certainly did not make these with much room!”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s pretty cramped, but it serves its purpose,” I replied.

She was quite tall and stunning, her naked body perfectly proportioned to her height. It was obvious she worked out regularly. She smiled broadly through the water streaming over her pretty face.

When the other woman passed me, she moved a lot more slowly, taking extra precaution to avoid bumping into me.

“You are right. We always seem to get stuck in Miami, so I’m grateful for the lounge. Right, Mia?” When she turned toward her companion, her long black hair whipped across my breast, tingling my nipples. Unaware of the sensation she had created, the woman chatted with her friend, intermittently tossing a glance my way.

Mia poured a thick pearl body wash between her full breasts and rubbed it over her stomach, slipping her bare hands over her shaved pussy. I was struck by the delicacy with which she lathered her body. She arched her back and twisted her waist, rubbing the creamy soapy liquid over her round ass.

As she bent over to spread the soapy liquid along her legs, the tall woman reached over and began to wash Mia’s ass. “Here, you missed a spot.”

Mia giggled and shook her ass teasingly against her friend's hands. The tall woman’s long fingers glided over Mia’s firm butt, occasionally darting between her cheeks and along her exposed pussy, causing the young woman’s body to quake.

Mia stood up and turn to face her friend with a flirty smile. “Having fun?” she asked.

“Always. Now it’s my turn.” Taking the body wash from her friend, she poured the liquid all over Mia’s hands.

“Turn around, then.”

The tall woman turned around, whipping her head of glossy black locks seductively, and bent slowly from the waist, positioned her ass towards her friend, and smiled at me. She did not seem to mind having an audience. “Don’t mind us, sweetie, we’re just having a little fun.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I could not take my eyes off the two women toying with each other. Mia, lathering the soap all over her friend’s ass, raised her hand and smacked her tight butt. She raised her hand a second time, smacking her a little harder. The tall woman stumbled forward. She grabbed a hold of my legs trying to steady herself, her face thrust dangerously close to my snatch.

Mia laughed. Moving forward, she slapped her friend’s ass again, this time sending the both of us crashing into the cool, wet shower wall.

Unable to stay on my feet, we both slid to the floor, her head between my legs and her body outstretched on the wet floor, as the water beat down on her naked body. She raised her face from my lap and looked at my face. I smiled nervously at her. It was all she needed.

She accepted my smile as if it were a green light. With her two hands, she spread my legs and dove hungrily at my pussy. Her mouth was hotter than the water rushing down on us. Her mouth was on my pussy, her tongue exploring me, circling inside and outside my pussy.

I look over her outstretched body and watched as Mia positioned herself on her back, sliding between the woman’s legs. With both hands, she raised the woman’s hips off the floor and lowered her pussy on her mouth. Welcoming Mia’s tongue, the woman lifted her hips and moved into a squatting position to give her friend easier access. On her knees, she bounced her pussy smoothly over her friend’s face.

Pulling my knees up, I reached down and began to massage the back of the woman’s head, grabbing her wet hair . I raised my ass up to meet her wet mouth as she sucked my clit and pushed her face hard into my hot mound. Drenched with the excitement of having a beautiful stranger sucking my pussy and the thought of someone walking in on us, Miss Kitty pulsed and grew hungrier. My hips moved faster, and the stranger’s tongue became harder, taunting my greedy kitty.

Spurred by Miss Kitty’s desire, I thrust my hips greedily at the stranger's hungry mouth. Her tongue waltzed with my pussy, flicking my clit back and forth, darting inside and out.

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The Visitor

....“My story is not as interesting as yours." Michelle said. "My mother was a model in Ireland so I grew up in the business.” By  the time she was fifteen she have traveled Europe several times with her mother. She started modelling when she was eleven at the objection of her mother. Apparently her mother’s agent thought Michelle could be better than her mom. 

Despite her mother's protest Michelle's career took off. Her career would come to a quick halt at seventeen when her mother passed away from a drug overdose. “I hated everything about the fashion industry… so I turned to art.” She crinkled her nose and finished her story “Now I want to give designing a try”

“Wow that’s heavy…I’m so sorry.” Her mother must have been beautiful because Michelle is drop dead gorgeous. No wonder she picked up on my booty strut in the sun room. Now I’m embarrassed. “Hey lets go to my studio.” I wanted to show her where all the magic happens. I didn't mind the mess so much now. As an artist Michelle will understand.

I opened the double doors to my studio and right away we were hit with the luxurious fragrance of leather and essential oils. The large room was lined with glass shelves along the walls displaying samples of my designs for the past three years. Under the window was a cozy corner where I sketched. The centre piece of the sketch area was the overstuffed red leather couch that was nestled five feet away from the window. A distance that provided a gorgeous view of the mountains. 

The white chaise lounge next to the couch I used for meditation during days of artistic block. The placement also provided a generous view of the room and the exterior of the garden. Most days I basked in the warmth of brilliant sun rays beaming through the large trees. In the far corner of the room is my drafting table and teak desk covered with samples and sketches. Around the corner the small hallway led to the bathroom with a waterfall shower. Across from the hallway was the refreshment area adjacent to the storeroom. 

The studio was isolated from the rest of the house. I often piped music in here through the sound system in the storeroom. Music and the door bell are the only sounds that permeated the room.  I cranked up the stereo when I am in here working. “This is wicked.” I could tell she liked it. 

This was all my idea. I needed a studio that was going to be functional and inviting. It was also a lovely bribe from David for dragging my ass to Omaha.

“Isn't it though.” I beamed. “Here let me refresh your drink.” I wanted to show off the wine cooler in the refreshment area.

“Impressive I must say.” She looked around the room taking in every inch of the space. She narrowed her gaze on the piece of art behind the chaise lounge. “Holy fuck that’s gorgeous.” The piece she was referring to was Divine, a gift from David. 

Divine I would like to think was me. She is erected on a two foot stand and towers over the room. The female life size bronze statue commanded everyone's attention that entered the studio. Her tall frame was draped loosely in a sheer opulent silk sarong . Her form clearly emitted a strong sensual presence. 

With her arms outstretched and shoulders back she offered love. Her legs are slightly parted allowing light from the window to radiate through the perfect diamond shape below her fleshy pus. The smooth metal encapsulated all of her womanly features showing of the definition of her feminine mound. “Is this you?” Michelle walked over to Divine “Can I touch her?” She did not wait for my response. She ran her fingers along the outline of the statue's right leg tracing the curvature of her outer thigh all the way up to her waist. “Did you pose for this…it’s incredible?”

I was just as impressed when it was delivered for my twenty fifth birthday last year. “No it was a birthday present from my husband.” I was taken in by Michelle’s appreciation of the piece. She continued to explore the statue occasionally uttering words of adoration. 

“And no it’s not me.” I watched amused as she ran her fingers over Divine’s breast. I thought nothing strange the way in which Michelle explored the statue. It was very artistic. Her nipples harden clearly aroused by the magnificent Divine. Michelle was not the only one stimulated. The the tiny globes pressed against her dress stirred Miss Kitty. Perhaps it was the room. The temperature inside is kept cooler to maintain the integrity of the natural fibers and essential oils that I work with. I walked away and started to straighten up my desk. If Michelle was having a moment I wanted to give her some privacy.

I glanced back and Michelle was now seated legs curled under her in the red sofa by the window enjoying her wine. The dress pulled up high on her thigh showed off her shapely legs. “You know D you could so model.” D was such a familiar use of my name, usually reserved for close friends and family. There was a slight slur to her speech.

“I’m sure you are probably the only one that thought so…but thank you for that vote of confidence.” I found the catalog of artwork were David ordered Divide from and brought it over to where Michelle was seated. “Take a look at some of his works.”  I sat next to her going through each page, the same way David did the day he brought Divine home. 

Michelle listened intently occasionally asking a question or two. Rifling through the pages at times her arm brushed lightly against my tits causing Miss Kitty to stir.  Each piece in the catalog was photographed beautifully. You could not help but get caught up in the story behind each piece. “More wine?” I noticed her glass was empty.

She rested her hand against mine in protest “No, let me.” With a delicate move she slipped her legs from under her and stood up. She bent over to pick up the glasses off the floor. Her dress barely covering her ass rode up revealing her shaved pussy through white lace thong. Miss Kitty purred with excitement. 

Stopping briefly by Divide to admire the remarkable artistic creation. “You know D, I think I will order one for my studio…she makes me think…makes me want to do something great. You know what I mean?” Yes I knew exactly what she meant. She returned with the filled glasses and handed them both to me. “I think I need to adjust my dress.” Her dress looked fine to me.

I walked over to the window and saw the cutest deer wandering aimlessly by the fence at the side of the house. We stood there for a moment watching the deer grazed on the lower branches of the tree. Standing so close to Michelle I could smell her floral perfume. I couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at her well rounded breast.  

I handed her the glass once she was settled in her seat. Looking at Michelle I was reminded of a taller and younger version of Scarlett Johansson. She was wearing the hell out of that dress.  She must have caught me staring at her. She smiled “You miss modeling?” I didn't know what else to ask.

“I haven't given it up all together. I'm just selective about the jobs I take…plus it pays the bills and I love all the freebies, free trips, free clothes, free fuck.” She stood up and walked over to the window. Free fuck, I mouthed the phrase to myself. 

“What a great view.” she said gazing out the window at the mountains.  I often stood in the same position and thought the same.  “You know with the sun so strong this would make a great spot for sunbathing.” Michelle slowly lowered the zipper at the front her dress a few notches exposing her delicate light skin to the gentle heat. I never thought about that. I've never sunbathe. “You must spend hours at the tanning salon to get that great tone D?” She really must have had too much wine.

“No…it’s all natural.” I motioned my hands proudly over my body pulling up the hem of my dress to reveal even more tanned legs.

“Lucky girl…I spend hours and all I get is burnt…damn my Irish heritage.” She placed her hands over her cleavage running her fingers along the swollen lumps.  “Look at how pale I am. Would you believe last week this time I was sunbathing on a yacht in Costa Rica.” No you could not tell she had gone sunbathing.  “Oh how cute, come see.” 

It wasn't strange to see the occasional animal wandering in and out of the yard. We've come to expect it. “Oh a deer, oh she is cute.” Out of nowhere appeared another deer. The male buck walked over to the other deer getting familiar with her. He began to sniff around her stopping at her ass.  

“Shew! Shew!” Michelle tapped on the window startling both animals. The male looked at us angrily ready to pounce. “Shit …get down.” She pulled on my arm and we both fell to the floor avoiding the angry animal. “Shss” She covered her mouth with her hand.  We could hear the animals coming closer.

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Sitting still on the floor for what seems like an eternity both afraid to move. “You think they're gone?” cowering we both slowly raised our heads only to see the buck close to the window. We both fell back to the floor. “Shit”

“I think you pissed him off.” I told her. Michelle was seated between my legs her ass resting against my bare inner thighs. She adjusted her arms and fell on top of me knocking me to the ground.

Her chest pressing against my stomach her voice was raspy “You think so?” she looked at me quite concern that she had pissed off a wild deer.

“Uh uh,” I nodded. I tried to pull myself up on my elbow. With the awkward jerky movement I bumped my forehead against Michelle's chin. “Shit…are you ok?”

“It’s ok.” I could feel her breath against my ear and I wanted to feel more.

“Are you sure?”

“Stop worrying I’m ok.” Her lips brushed my ears and send my heart in a tailspin. “Are you ok?” she whispered as her tongue caressed the outer fold of my ear.

“Uh uh” the words barley left my lips when I felt Michelle’s lips pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and welcomed her hot darting tongue. I melted under her prying tongue. Our chest collided from her urging hands pressed against my back. With our chest molded into one I felt light headed. The firmness of our tits danced against each other. Her hands pressed hard again the back of my head guiding my mouth firmly into hers. I reached behind her and pulled her even closer to me. I found the zipper at the back of her dress. Unsure how far to go I hesitated.

“Go ahead” She coaxed me. I pulled the zipper down and slipped my hands against her bare skin. Like rose pedals the softness of her skin was more than I could ever imagine. Miss Kitty purred in delight.  Pushing me away from her she removed her dress quickly letting the garment fall to her waist. I reached for her delicate pink nipples touching the right one then the left one with trembling fingers.

She tugged expertly at the collar of my dress lowering it off my shoulders. The knit garment fell with ease exposing my bare voluptuous tits. “You are so beautiful…I knew you would be.” She whispered lowering her head as she cupped my breasts in her tiny hands. “Stand up…I want to see all of you.” 

Like an obedience school girl unclad I stood up forgetting about the animals and letting the dress drop to my feet. “Wow, like the statue…magnificent” Michelle reached an arm around my waist guiding my plump ass closer to her. She took turns caressing my ass and then my thigh expertly stroking each curve meticulously. She buried her face between my fold pressing harder and harder against my ass.

I reached behind me for her head and ran my fingers wildly through her thick black curls.   With the slightest of touch her warm tongue licked my tensed ass cheeks.

Her breathing was warm and her voice hoarse. Michelle’s hands stroked the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider with each electrifying stroke of her magical fingers. I rocked back and forth on tippy toes sticking my ass out further into her face each time anticipating her tongue. Each time Missy Kitty pulsated. 

She moved her hand slowly over my stomach exploring my navel with her thumb. I gasped excitedly when she cupped my round mound expertly massaging my cunt with sureness.  Never letting go of my ass with the other hand, her fingers danced over my pussy. Each time I wanted them to touch me inside.  The wetness from her soft kisses streamed down my crack into my pussy. The kisses came quicker and wetter. I pulled at the lacy barrier wanting to feel her tongue all over my ass.   

The thought of Michelle's hot tongue sucking my swollen clit made my knees buckled. 

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Fading Forties

Youth is a quick foray into life that passes so quickly we often do not have time to enjoy the moment. And as I get older I have a new found appreciation for youth. This is ironic, since when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to be older and mature as I waned through various aging process; the awkward teenage years, the trivial twenties and the tumulus thirties. Now, I am forced to embrace the fading forties. I say fading because that is how I feel right now. Although I am doing my best to accept the newly coined phrase for those of us who are now in our forties, “forty is the new thirty.” A promising thought, don’t you think. After all according to the experts we are now living longer and we are more active than the previous generation. I am not alone in this desire; take a look at the billion dollar cosmetic market that uses young women to pimp out products that promises youthful solution to an aging population.

The desire to be young again has intensified because I am now officially single; at least according to my divorce document that arrived in the mail last week. For many the realization of being single intensifies according the physical shape that you are in. I say this, because if you are happy with your overall physical appearance chances are you are actively engaged in normal social activities. I, on the other hand, I am part of the growing population that struggles with maintaining a normal body weight. You now the type, the one that has a date with the bathroom scale every Monday morning in hopes that some how this will be the week that the magic of dieting will be realized. I no longer follow that Monday morning routine. Partly because I am convinced that my scale is a liar and partly because I have accepted the things in my life that I cannot change (although according to a popular Beverly Hills plastic surgeon – there isn’t anything on the human body that he cannot fix). And after years of compartmentalizing my body parts, I have now learned to chuck in all under unchangeable and impossible. What a relief that was.

Having said that, I also came to the other realization – it was time to get my feet wet and enjoy the company of the opposite sex again. Because I live in a small town and I do not know that many people here, I would have to expand my search zone. I decided that the next time that I was on a business trip would be the right time to act on this resolution. Shortly after my declaration I embarked on a business trip to a large cosmopolitan city. I checked into a major hotel chain in the art district of the city. From what I gathered art districts have the reputation for being unrestricted and quaint. Prior to my departure I had made arrangements to have dinner and drinks with two unsuspecting prospects. There was no turning back and so I not only needed a plan of action, I made provision for a back-up. I selected my non career wear carefully to emphasize my assets and down play any flaws. I was now ready to put my plan into action.

Next time...Plan of Action