"A Girl's Gotta Do..." (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara followed Rex with a hard stare until he sat again. She hadn't expected that from him; she'd only meant for him to keep his hands to himself. But what was done was done, and Lara's pride was making itself known like a bull in a China shop. She looked away from him out the windows at the land as it disappeared, replaced by the ocean that would dominate the view for the next couple of hours.

She knew she'd gone overboard. And she was torn about what to do next. She should stick to her guns and simply keep a space between them until 6pm tomorrow. After all, she wasn't here by choice; they weren't dating; Rex Mansfield had essentially extorted sex from her with the threat of destroying her marriage and life.

But then … Lara knew that she was here by choice. She could just as easily have told her husband to declare bankruptcy before they moved in with her parents. She could have gotten a job in a local coffee shop or Walmart; Eddie could have done the books for a hardware store and filed taxes each January for those who couldn't figure out eFile.

Forty minutes -- which had felt like forty hours -- passed by, and Lara finally stood and moved to plop down in the chair directly before Rex. She stared into his eyes for a long moment … then … she began spilling out -- sometimes in horrific detail -- the life she'd lived prior to meeting and suffering through him: how she'd been just short of 19 when she'd met Edward, who she obviously called Eddie; how she'd been a reporter for a Community College's newspaper; about how she knew nothing about what her husband did, let alone about what Rex did; about how she'd surrendered her virginity to Eddie on the 66th day of knowing him; of how they'd married within the year and lived in an apartment the size of this jet's interior; of how Eddie had made a very nice living before meeting an asshole named Rex Mansfield, who'd pushed him to be a greedy bastard just like Rex Mansfield…

She went quiet for a moment, just staring at the man before her...

And then she confessed to something that he didn't need to know but -- for her own personal, selfish reasons -- Lara wanted him to know: "I've only ever been with one man in my life … my husband … and … and the real reason I'm here now … that I'm with you now … is that I'd like to know what it feels like..."

She hesitated, unsure if this was really what she wanted to say. Then she said it. "I'd like to know what if feels like … to have a man make me feel like a real woman."

 

[LP1957]

Forty minutes into the 3 1/2 hour flight she was back by his side. He smiled to himself, figuring her to be good for at least an hour. Rex placed his hands to his sides. He had thought about sitting on them but he didn't want to needlessly piss her off again.

She proceeded to rattle off her full lifeline, how sh had met Edward, how their lives had progressed. How it was somehow his fault that they were near financial ruin. The loss of her virginity and just when that occurred.

Nothing really surprised or interested him until she drooped the bombshell at the end of her diatribe.
"I've only ever been with one man in my life … my husband … and … and the real reason I'm here now … that I'm with you now … is that I'd like to know what it feels like..." Rex's ears and other parts of his anatomy perked up when she made this all too truthful confession to him.

"I'd like to know what if feels like … to have a man make me feel like a real woman." She had laid her cards on the table in an open hand.

"All you need to do is just ask Lara." He told her in a most sincere manner. He didn't become crude, he didn't even look towards the very apparent bed, just 30 feet deeper in the plane from wirer they now sat.

He would respect her wishes, not play to her vulnerability as he had early on on his quest. He truly believed and wanted them to become friends, as well as lovers.

"I am more than willing to take this at your pace." he assured her even more. His cock did twitch and grow a little more prominant when she admitted her little revelation though. He placed his hand, palm up on the armrest between the tow of them and smiled.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara had, essentially, just told Rex that she wanted to make love to a man other than her husband to see if she'd been missing out. She was sure she had been; some of her female friends talked about their incredible sex lives and uncountable orgasms like they were straight out of Playboy Forum ... or was it Penthouse Forum? Hell, she didn't read men's magazines so how would she know? All she knew was that while she loved being Eddie's love she thought she could do better than him as someone else's lover.

Just once, of course. It wasn't as if Lara had any intention of leaving Eddie. She loved him deep to the middle of her core! And it wasn't as if Lara would stay with a new lover, even one who took her to unimaginable heights … and particularly if that new lover was the man sitting before her now. Lara was sleeping with Rex Mansfield for one reason and-- okay, two reasons and two reasons only: to test her hypothesis that there was more out there to the topic of sex; and to get her and Eddie's lives back to normal.

In response to Lara telling him her reason for being here with him now, Rex told her, "All you need to do is just ask Lara."

She couldn't help but smile a bit at that. Lara couldn't imagine any man refusing to fuck her if only she need do was ask. Oh, she wasn't full of herself. She simply knew that she was an attractive woman … and that men were dogs.

He told her, "I am more than willing to take this at your pace."

Then, he offered out his hand to Lara. She looked at it a moment and found herself wondering whether Rex was simply offering a bit of intimacy or was wanted to get in started. She'd already told him he had to wait until tomorrow at 6pm. But that was before she explained about how she was anxious to experience sex with another man. Was he just being supportive and a bit flirtatious? Or was he contemplating taking her to the bed in the back of the plane, an airborne amenity of which she was unaware.

She tentatively reached her hand out and placed it in his, to see what he would do with it. If Rex stood up and then stood her up … if he walked her to the back of the plane, opened the door, and welcomed her into the bedroom, what would she do. She didn't have an answer for that now yet, of course. But she wouldn't resist his walking her that way.

 

[LP1957]

Rex smiled as she seemed to relax a little more and she accepted his gesture by placing her hand in his as they sat. His large hand dwarfed her small feminine one. He simply held it firm, but not in any way that would hurt her or cause her worry.

Rex Mansfield then returned the favor of telling Lara of his lifeline. How his maternal grandfather had left him $200,000. in an inheritance, that had over the years and just this week reached over the billion dollar threshold.

Even how he had married once, to a lady named Ellen, who turned out to be nothing more than a gold digging slut. Having caught her sleeping around (yes, more than one outside lover) he had diver iced her after 4 years of marriage. She had probably cost him 8 years of not becoming the billionaire that he yearned to be with the settlement she received.

He told Lara that he had since sworn off marriage and long term relationships. (He did however silently hope that she might be the one to change that. Not the marriage aspect, but a long term friendship with definitely benefits included.

45 minutes later he was done telling her his life story. And it wasn’t as demented and shady as she may have t bought it would be. There were tales of his generous giving to those less fortunate from the very beginning of his entrepreneurial life.

Oh don’t get it wrong, he was ruthless in his business dealings, he even admitted to having no trouble taking advantage of someone that left themselves vulnerable to his dealings if it would increase his profits.

When he had finished his tale he squeezed her hand. “Sorry for rambling on like that.” He smiled at her. “It is very rare I find someone that I feel comfortable opening up to. It’s almost two more hours before we land.” He informed her.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked as he stood to stretch and kept hold of her hand.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

As with their morning in the Projects, Rex surprised Lara. Oh, like he said, he could be ruthless when necessary. But to hear more about his benevolence … well … it was beginning to make Lara think she'd picked the right man for her adventure into a wider, more wonderful world of sexual satisfaction.

“Would you like to dance?”

Lara looked at the offered hand, then laughed. "Up here...? At … what … 25,000 feet?"

But after smiling to him a moment more, she set her drink aside, stood, and moved up close to him … not close enough to touch their bodies together yet, but if he took hold of her in that way and pulled them together, she would allow it … to an extent.

Rex was taller than Lara by four inches, even in her 4 inch heels. Looking up into his eyes … well, it caused something within her … and whether for good or bad … she knew that her panties were going to need changing sometime after they landed in St. Lucia.

 

[LP1957]

Rex was a happy man when she accepted his invitation to dance with him. He walked her to the more open area near the kitchenette and it was her that moved up close to him … not close enough to touch their bodies together but as close as they had ever been to each other, less a handshake here and there.

He smiled down at her noticing the gap and said "Leave enough room for the Holy Spirit is what the Nuns used to tell us." She remembered that part of his tale where he was raised up in Catholic schools until high school when he revolted and refused to go any longer. Rex Mansfield was a strong and determined man even in his early teen years.

The cabin was filled with the slow soft sound of Dan Hicks singing Canned Music. If Lara were to pay attention to the lyrics she would hear the tale of a man who loved to listen to the radio. (a boring alterative to other forms, hence canned music) His girlfriend however wanted and insisted they go and find some Live Music. (she desired and needed to hear and feel something more alive and desirable).

She needed to "Step Out" as the song described. By the end of the evening the girlfriend leaves her stagnant (canned music) boyfriend for the drummer in the band. The similarities between the song and this pairs coupling were eerie.

Rex did hold her right hand in his as his large right hand found and rested on the small of her back. Never venturing any lower or higher as they danced. Just before the three and a half minute song ended, the plane hit a wind pocket and dropped in altitude a quick 15 feet. This drop caused the couple to loose their balance.

Particularly Lara who was sporting 4" spiked heels. Not allowing either of them to fall, Rex caught and picked her up in stride as if she were ragdoll. He did stumble two LONG strides towards the rear of the plane before he steadied himself.

Still holding Edwards bride, only now with that right hand moved up to the middle of her back, the left one cupping her ass and holding her close to him so she wouldn't fall. The prominent outline of his cock pressed tightly to her groin as she had wrapped her legs around him to gain stability. He looked into her eyes and leaned in giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

He then gently set her back on the floor of her own accord and reminded her of her earlier words. "I'd like to know what if feels like … to have a man make me feel like a real woman." He looked deep into her eyes and asked her in all seriousness. "Lara, when the time is right you will have two options. He waited to make sure she was attentive to what he was about to say.

"The first time...." he paused wanting to form his words just right. "we can either make love, or we can FUCK." Putting emphasis on that last word. "Believe me, there is a major difference between the two, and you should have the one you prefer first and foremost." He knew she would be experiencing both and numerous times before he had to return her to Eddie on Sunday morning.

As they stood almost exactly halfway between the kitchen area and the bedroom area his words ran through her mind as the stewardess called out "Lunch is ready." And sure enough two chicken Caesar salads had been placed on a folding table at the bench seat where they had been dancing.

Rex walked her back to the table and helped her sit there. Giving her plenty of time to contemplate his question and to form a response. The very pretty stewardess again set a napkin on her lap, maybe touching there just a little more than would seem appropriate and asked what she could get her to relieve her thirst.

----------------------------------

Poor Edward Reed was having himself a jerk fest. he hadn't pulled on his little dick so much since high school. Unaware that his bride was 25,000 feet in the air, flying further and further form his possible protection, and closer and closer into Rex Mansfield's bed, as if he could offer her any in the first place.

Eddie continued to read and discover new aspects of the cuckold lifestyle as his thin penis seemed to arise to the occasion at every new realization. His wife was due to fly out and be used herself in a similar situation tomorrow evening. The thought of this as well kept ready eddie primed and ready to go.

He knew he wouldn't hear anything from her until 6:00 PM the next night as that is what they had agreed upon. Ed promised to himself that he would end this nonsense and be back at their home when she texted him to let him know she was alright.

He would have his pants on and be ready to hear that she had arrived at the airport to meet Rex and be scurried off to the Bahamas for 40 hours of..... well what ever that fucker Rex wanted from her. Yes, he would be back to his beast behavior for the time he was away he promised himself, just as his pecker spurted the thin stream of his goo into his hand for the umpteenth time.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The sudden turbulence startled Lara, and instictively she grabbed for something to hold. That something, obviously, had turned out to be Rex. She released her hold on him a bit, but not nearly as much as she should have considering they weren't yet on the clock.

"Lara, when the time is right you will have two options," he told her. "The first time .... we can either make love, or we can FUCK."

She listened to him further without answering, and after they'd sat to eat she contemplated the question more. That was when she realized that the turbulence had caused the door at the rear of the cabin -- or at the rear of the front half of the cabin -- to swing farther open. And that was when she saw the bed. And for reasons she didn't honestly understand, Lara blushed a bright red.

She ate some more of her lunch, looking to Rex occasionally and responding to his small talk when necessary. Then … she stood from her seat … took the open bottle of champagne by its neck … took up her own flute … and walked for the back of the plane.

If he followed her, which Lara assumed he eventually or even quickly would, he would once again find her in no more than her panties, stockings, and heels. She lifted the flute to her lips, drank, set it aside, and told him with a firm tone, "We are a full 20 hours early. If I decide I want to go home 20 hours early … Saturday afternoon … you'll agree and arrange it."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement. Lara reached to her hips and put her thumbs in the waist bands of her panties … then hesitated to get his answer. If he said he would do as she demanded, she would pull her panties off her hips to reveal her freshly waxed womanhood.

 

[LP1957]

“We are a full 20 hours early. If I decide I want to go home 20 hours early … Saturday afternoon … you'll agree and arrange it." She almost spoke as if she had some control over her circumstances this weekend.

Rex did follow her into the bedroom. At first he wanted to be sure if she were just going back there to use the restroom. When he entered and she was facing away from him once again in only her panties and stockings he had his answer.

He smiled as he saw her thumbs poised in her panties and ready to pull them off. “You never told me your choice Lara.” He referenced to his asking if she wanted to be made love to, or to be FUCKED.

“Once you have experienced each of them, then you can decide when you want your return flight scheduled.” He told her with the utmost feeling that she would not be in any hurry.. “Of course,” he reminded her, “you will need to explain the change of itinerary to Ed.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara's thumbs remained in the waist bands of her panties as Rex talked of choices, satisfaction, and checking in with her husband. She pulled her fingers out from within her garment and crossed her arms over her breasts, as if depriving him of something he was yet to see.

"You haven't answered me either, Mister Mansfield," she challenged. "If we do this now ... and 40 hours from this point, I decide I simply can't stand to be with you another minute ... you will release me from my obligation Saturday … not Sunday."

She hesitated just a moment, then added with an even more challenging voice, "And my dealings with my husband are none of your business and a topic we will not discuss again … for the next 40 hours!"

 

[LP1957]

“Oh, but I did answer you Lara,” he contended as she crossed her arms across her breasts depriving Rex and the staring, all too handsy, stewardess of the fine view of her VERY fine tits.

“I said that once we had made love, and we have subsequently FUCKED or vice versa, then you may chose when you would like to return home.” He reiterated the proposal he had made earlier. “Of course my pilot would not legally be able to fly again for 24 hours, I could arrange for you to take a commercial liner back to the states.” He doubted she would be happy flying coach after this ride over.

“If we were to make love, and then follow it up with a good Fuck, you could probably make your return home plans shortly after we land.” He assured her, knowing in his mind that there would be little chance of her wanting to run away. The women he had sex with rarely did, at times he had to have them removed.

“It would be a pity not to take in the sights of St. Lucia while you are here though. I have reserved a private bungalow on the sand. Of course I also reserved you a room in the resort. I’m afraid the only one left available was a rear view of the terrain. The ocean side was completely booked.”

He smiled at her as he basically told her, she could have a shitty commercial flight home, after spending one night in the less than desirable room at the very desirable resort. Or she could relax, enjoy the scenery and the ocean (and himself of course) then fly home in his private luxury jet once more to the adoring, waiting arms of Ready Eddie.

“The topic of Edward is a officially......taboo.” He assured her as he put all the chips on the table.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara had needed to hear Rex say it again; she'd needed to know that he knew that she was ready to bring this to a swift end within agreed upon rules ... and that he knew she would be expecting her and Eddie to get all that had been promised to them.

Eddie...

She had been trying to think about him during the flight. But every time she did, Lara reminded herself that she was here with her husband's chief business partner as much for her pleasure as for Rex's.

She listened to what the man before her had to say and knew -- as he'd intended -- that he was showing her the two sides to the fuck coin. Oh, she could deal with a shitty commercial flight, less than desirable room, and less than desirable resort just fine. But she didn't want to. Because if she did partake of those things, it was because she hadn't partaken of Rex. And that was something she desperately wanted to do.

After he told her that Edward's name would not come up again, Lara just stared at the man for a long moment, trying to confirm within her own mind that she could do this. The attendant -- they hadn't called them stewardesses in 30 years -- came to the bedroom's door to swing it shut, giving the couple their privacy. Lara couldn't help but notice the woman's devilish -- maybe even hungry? -- up and down survey of her as she stood there in her panties and stockings.

Earlier in the flight, during those 40 minutes when there had been no activity in the cabin and the very sexy, very well endowed stewardess had been sitting in a forward cabin chair, checking emails, texts, and other updates concerning her boss's weekend itinerary, Lara had studied the woman closely and wondered Why, if he has women like that at his beck and call, why dear God does he feel the need to come after shinny little small tit married women like me?

But then, maybe that was the point. The incredibly built attendant was no challenge. Rex could have her simply by saying the word, just as he could have the Frog he'd had bent over his desk that afternoon not long ago. Lara, however, he'd had to work for.

Another thought had come to Lara as she'd studied the woman with the amazing bosom, the dramatic hourglass figure, and the long, luscious, athletic legs. Could I have her as easily as Rex could? Lara had found that sitting here in such proximity to the man who could have anything or anyone had caused her to begin fantasizing about being a woman who could have anything or anyone … even another woman … that woman. Or even Frenchy. After all, the latter had offered, hadn't she? Right there in Rex's office, Lara could have shed her panties, sat back in his imported Italian leather couch, and had the Ambassador's daughter or niece or whatever she was eat her out … just by telling Rex Okay..

Oh, what it must be like to have such power, she thought to herself. Little did Lara know that Rex would make such power available to her before their time together was over.

But for now...

Lara lowered her hands from their protective cross over her bosom, then pulled her panties off her hips and down her thighs until they fell free to the carpet. She stepped back until she felt the mattress against her thighs and knees, then sat … her gaze always on Rex's eyes and they watched her. She sat there a moment without word or action, then leaned her weight back on one locked-elbow arm. And parting her knees to show that the only hair he'd have to contend with was -- ironically, considering their current location -- was a well cropped, inch wide landing strip that ran from just above her clitoris's cap to just below her typical bikini line.

"Fuck me," she said, finally answering his question about her preference, adding quickly as she pulled a pillow from the bed and dropped it to the floor between her feet, "but first..."

 

[LP1957]

His attendant announced “40 minutes until we land Mr Mansfield.” As she pulled the bedroom door closed. Her eyes never leaving Lara’s body as she stood with her very attentive nipples in full view. She made no pretense of looking away and even licked her lips as she pulled the cabin door shut.

Rex smiled as Lara took a step backwards, and slowly pulled the black panties down past her her treasures, knees and ankles and stepped out of them. She made herself comfortable on the round bed, propping herself up on one arm and parting her knees.

Rex smiled down at her as he noticed how the carpet, little as there was of it, matched the hair on her head. A reddish auburn tint that Rex had to admit was the first thing he noticed about her when she had approved at his party in the slinky purple dress.

As Rex’s very impressive cock grew in his sweats with no chance of not being noticed he thought to himself how he would soon be parking on that little pretty little landing strip she sported. “Fuck me.” She said, answering how she would want their first encounter to be.

Rex was ready to loose his clothes and give this young women the best and first real fuck she had ever received when Lara said, “but first”. Causing him to pause as she dropped a pillow to the floor at his feet.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara caught the pause in Rex's approach. He was unsure, possibly, so Lara made it clear for him; she caressed a hand over her thigh, up her belly, then down to her tan-brown outer labia, which she parted with two long fingertips to show the glistening pink inner labia and the thin vertical black line that was the now-tighter-than-normal pussy into which she hadn't let her husband for more than two days.

"Put … your mouth … here," she whispered, clearing any confusion about what she wanted done to whom."

 

[LP1957]

Rex could not believe he had missed her very overt sexual message. That never happened to him he thought. This women really was effectively altering his way of thinking and performing.

Rex knelt before her, an act he wouldn’t do for 99% of his sexual conquests. Oh he had no problem eating pussy. He rather liked the activity on the young ones whose pussies were still fresh and tasty.

Her hand drew a map around her thighs and belly and landed at her glistening sex which she parted with her fingertips and told him in no uncertain terms, “Put...your mouth... here.” Like a puppy dog Rex did her bidding. He kissed her clit before regaining his composure and taking matters into his own tongue

Rex removed her exploring hand and held it as he went to work slowly on her lips. Occasionally he would slip his tongue deep inside of her just to gauge her wetness and her reaction. He purposely avoided her clit, other than the occasional circling and teasing of it.

He would lower himself at times and nibble and kiss at her upper thighs. At other times he would raise up and kiss her belly button before slowly licking his way back to her juices. When he had her moaning and moving about on the bed, then and only then did he again kiss her clitoris, only this time he held it between his lips as his tongue very lightly tickled its tip.

As his tongue did a slow sensual assault on her there the index finger of his free hand poised and played about the entrance off her now wary wet pussy. It didn’t enter her other than the very tip but she could tell that that one finger was as large or larger still than her husband’s penis.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

It was happening...

Lara Reed was having sex with a man who wasn't her husband.

Over the years, particularly more recently when their lovelife had become so routine and progressively less satisfying, Lara had begun fantasized just as more progressively about being with other men. She knew there was more to be enjoyed. But she would never have cheated on Eddie.

And now she was. Only … she wasn't! Not really. And try as she did to tell herself that this was cheating … try as she did to tell her that she shouldn't be here, even for the millions it would net Eddie and thus her in the end … try as she did to tell herself that she shouldn't enjoy this moment or treasure it as she was, even in these first moments … she couldn't! Lara Reed wanted this … she needed this.

But then … this wasn't happening. Rex's mouth and hands upon her body was causing Lara great pleasure … but he was teasing her … doing laps around that part of her body that needed to be the center of all Rex's attention and effort. She was about to tell him suck it when suddenly...

"Oh, God..." she murmured when finally Lara felt the man's lips take in her clitoris and his tongue begin dancing upon it. She grasped a handful of hair to hold Rex's face in place and -- unlike when Eddie attempted this at home -- repositioned herself better to watch him work his magic. Lara was desperate to see this-man-not-my-husband pleasure her; she had to know in her mind, see with her own eyes, that it was not Eddie who was so obviously going to drive her quickly to orgasm. To not know, to not see, would mean not believing as she had for so long … that there was more out there -- more pleasure, more ecstasy -- to be enjoyed.

Later, Lara would contemplate on how contradictory all this was. She wanted to feel joyous ecstasy with another man for two reasons: first, simply, to know that such pleasure existed and could be achieved; and second, to know that her lack of it thus far had not been because there was something wrong with her. And just as she had worried up until this point, Lara had wondered Will I want to stay with a man who can't make me feel like a real woman?

But that was a thought for another time. Right now, as she watched Rex's mouth and tongue and finger work her clit, labia, and even the entrance to her love canal, all Lara Reed was thinking about was how any second she was going to--

No … not any second … this second. The pleasure that had been growing within her suddenly rose and spread … and taking and holding a deep breath … releasing it in a huff to draw yet a second … then a third … Lara finally gasped out as she climaxed. Her entire body erupted in a deep seated tremble; she held several more breaths, releasing each with a huff … her eyes -- though not entirely seeing clearly -- remained set upon the man who didn't quit working her womanhood until finally with one last loud moan -- or was it more a cry? -- she flopped back onto the bed, overtaken by the euphoria of an orgasm for which she'd been waiting for one or two or three or even four years. Lara's chest rose and fell as it hadn't since … whenever; her heart beat so hard she could feel it in her ears as well as her chest. She wrapped her legs around Rex's head and pulled his head tighter into her groin, unwilling to let him leave that place.

Her body would ultimately relax and feel as if melting into the big bed, her ankles uncrossing, her legs falling. And after some time -- Lara had no idea whether it was seconds or minutes -- she would laugh in joy.

 

[LP1957]

Rex, went to work on her tight, almost virginal pussy. He had no idea of Eddie's size or lack thereof, but hers was the tightest he had been in for as long as he could remember. He had actually purchased an 18 year old virgin in an illegal auction. She was not forced or coerced to sell her body, it was a financial decision she made to get her through college. Lara was more compact down there than she had been.

He smiled as his tongue danced about her nether regions coming ever so close to her begging clitoris that was being pushed towards it only to be denied again and again. He considered licking her tight star in the back but thought it best to leave that luxury for another time. Lara had opted for "FUCK me." But she was getting made love to by Rex's mouth.

25 minutes later when he finally felt she could stand no more his lips entrapped her swollen clit and his tongue began its ritual dance upon its tip. "Oh, God..." She gasped when it finally received the attention it had been begging for over the last 20 minutes, the last week of sexual tension, the last 4 years of marriage to Edward.

He could feel her eyes upon him and her hands pulling him in tighter into her womanhood as he flattened his tongue and did rhythmic laps on her trapped clitoris. His large finger found and teased the dripping entrance to her love tunnel.

Then it happened, with a gasp Lara climaxed. Her entire body erupting in a tremble. Rex continued his assault (pleasure) on her until with a gasping breath and a loud MOAN and what sounded like a lingering whimper she collapsed onto the mattress.

She fell back onto the bed, releasing her vice like grip on his hair. Only to wrap her legs around his head to hold him there in place. Only then did Rex let go of her hand. The hand that had showed him the direction to her tight treasure. His right hand went up and softly tickled one nipple and then the other. The first time he had touched those perfect breasts.

His lips released her clit but he continued to give it little soft kisses there in between licking the flowing juices that were escaping from her. As his lone finger continued to trace her opening. Then just as her breathing became close to normal, the jet landed hard on the runway in St. Lucia as his finger buried deep into her wet and needy pussy.