Princess Fiona flying On A Jet Plane – part 1 | by Allison

Fantasies… a girls best friend…
did I ever tell you about the time princess Fiona flew on a Jet plane?

We were having a party at my house, well not really a party, just a few chix sitting around, being chix…. Chatting, drinking and a couple of grams of coke…. The more lines we had, the worse the conversation got. In the gutter, not to be salvaged too easily. They say guys are bad…. If only they knew. We were sitting around chatting about our fantasies, telling stories, sharing experiences, laughing, getting more and more high…. The coke taking away all inhibitions, allowing the imagination to run rampant….

‘Fiona, your turn… tell us a story’….

I know he wants me…. badly, but just cant get it right… he’s tried on a number of occasions, I keep stopping him. I know he must be thinking he’s loosing his touch. He’s had more than his fair share, it’s always been easy for him, he has a reputation in Jo’burg, Cape town too… Most the time he doesn’t even have to try, I’ve seen him in action, the casual way he presents himself, oozing confidence in a ‘take care of me’ kinda way… but the ladies seem to like the happy go lucky clumsy way he conducts himself. Green eyes, sandy colored hair, average build and so fucking sexy… knows how to move that body on the dance floor. Great sense of humor, the target of any girls desires, but mine?….

I’ve known him for a while, watched him, fantasized about him, we had a brief… encounter….? But it was moving way too fast. I got the feeling I was just going to be a one night fuck…. Maybe I was, we do live in different cities…. Maybe having him just for one night would be better than never having him at all?

It was the night before I was due to go back to cape town, leaving at 10am the next morning, a bunch of friends and I decided to go out, have some fun…. We landed up at a club not too far from my place, we had been there before, that’s where I first met Jet…. Maybe I was hoping to see him again? We arrived late, the place was pumping as usual, hot young bodies, short skirts, small tops, the girls showing their bodies, flirting, using body language…. The guys watching, hoping… and then I saw him, propping up the bar with his casual fuck you attitude… he too, watching the bodies, the curves of their tits, the way their bodies moved with the music…. I could see he was watching one chick in particular… she was beautiful, long blond hair, blue eyes…. Nondescript, like all the other blond bimbos’ pretty, but no mystery, little girls… that’s what they are…. Little girls. I need to attract his attention…. Make him look at me, make him want me…

I ordered a dom pedro, nice thick ice cream, cold…. Very cold… asked for cherries and a chocolate flake…. Sat about 4 meters away from him, facing him, but not looking at him. Told my friends to leave me alone… Sitting with my ice cream in front of me, thin white t-shirt, a little too tight. Nice and warm inside the club….. I could feel his eyes on me… he hesitated coming over, good, I didn’t want his company, I wanted him to watch, I wanted him to want…. I took the flake, and slowly slid it into the dom pedro, the ice cream coating the chocolate…. Slowly taking it out, tilting my head back and sliding the choc into my mouth…. A little of the ice cream dripped onto my chest, I could feel it running down my cleavage… I let it… I sucked the cream off the flake, slowly taking it out my mouth. I caught the ice cream on my finger, not before it had made my nipples really hard, showing thru my t-shirt….. put my finger into my mouth, and closed my lips on it… sucking my fingers one at a time….

I looked at him, he was staring at me, not blinking…. I had a captive audience…. Just how I wanted him… a friend of his had joined him, watching me…. all the better, I like being watched…. I carried on eating the ice cream with the flake, I could see them getting uncomfortable, their bodies taking over, hormones racing…. Yes…. Carry on watching boys… mmmmmm…. The cherries, nice long stalks, carefully chosen… popped one into my mouth, holding onto the stalk, sucking the cherry off and eating it slowly…. Staring into his eyes… I got up and walked in his direction, I could see his breathing getting quicker…. I didn’t smile at him, he was confused, was I teasing him, coming on to him? He just stood and stared….. I stopped within inches of him, our eyes locked onto one another…. I put the cherry stalk into my mouth, and within seconds, had tied it in a knot in my mouth…. I pushed my tongue out with the knotted cherry stalk out so he could see… he looked at my tongue…. Back at me… I never said a word to him, I turned and walked out…. Did he want me enough to follow? I could hear his footsteps behind me…. I had a smile on my face as I walked towards my car… still not saying a word to him…. I got into the driver side, and pushed the passenger door open… he got in. I could see he was nervous, little did he know so was I, but I wasn’t going to show it… tonight I was going to have my way with him… use him… tomorrow I go home.

He sat in the passenger seat, his hands in his lap, he didn’t know what to make of the situation, didn’t move a muscle, didn’t say a word…. Just how I wanted him…. I turned towards him, I could see he was trying to think of something to say, I put my finger on his lips…. One less pressure for him… still watching him, making him feel uneasy, I ran my hand up his thigh, I could feel his muscles tense under my touch… I went straight for his zip, had him unbuttoned and unzipped in a flash, again he tried to say something, move his hips away from me, I rested my hand on his leg, relaxing him…. He made a move towards me, I put my hand onto his chest, sliding my hand up underneath his t-shirt…. Gawd he felt good, his chest, his breathing…. Faster and deeper…. Ran my hand down his chest into his jeans… closed my hand around his cock… that was growing… fast…. Gently squeezed, he’s a nice size… I wanted to ride that cock, but not yet…. Had to get him really interested first…..

I bent over his already hard cock. I could see he was wet…. The light in the parking lot was enough to see, and also enough to hide. I rubbed my thumb over the top of his cock, feeling the wet slipperiness of his pre-cum, I tasted him, mmmm good, my pussy getting just as wet as him… I could feel my juices on my knickers… wanting him…. His cock just inches from my mouth.. I was waiting for his hips to start moving, I want him to want it… relax and feel good… my hand rubbing gently up and down his shaft, he started moaning, his hips started moving…. I slipped the tip of his dick into my mouth, running the tip of my tongue underneath the ridge of his cock… another groan, opened my mouth even further and sucked his cock far down into my throat… he felt good…. Sucking gently, putting a bit more pressure onto his cock, sliding it in and out of my mouth….. holding his balls in my hand, hot and throbbing…. My pussy wet, ready to ride him… aching to feel that throbbing cock inside me. he was getting there fast, couldn’t allow him to cum just yet, I slowed down, took him out my mouth, licked his shaft from base to tip… tasting him….

Thank heavens for skirts, skirts with no knickers…. I reclined his seat a bit, turned towards him and flipped my leg over his lap. I was sitting on top of him facing him. Staring at him… his eyes were open, I could see the anticipation in his eyes when he looked at me….. I moved my hips and held his dick in my hand, leaned forward and as I kissed him deep, I slid his throbbing dick into my very wet pussy at the same time….. slowly moving up and down, kissing him, clenching my muscles…. I could feel his temperature rising, I could feel his leg muscles tightening,,,, this man is going to explode soon…. I had a small bottle of poppers in my hand…. He couldn’t see it, I took the lid off and put my thumb over the opening… his hips started moving faster and faster, I let him take over the pace, his hands on my tits, squeezing my nipples, sucking and licking…. His body started to tremble, as he started to cum, I put the poppers under his nose, he didn’t know what I was doing, but breathed anyway, I took a sniff myself…. I could see the poppers working, instant rush, coupled with an orgasm…. His head on my chest, holding me, he came in waves…. I could hear his orgasm deep inside him, groaning….. my pussy throbbing, Cumming at the same time with the adrenaline rush of the poppers…. His body instantly relaxed. His head resting on the back of the seat…. Holy fuck…. Was all he said….

And that’s how to ride a Jet… Plane…

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