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Anonymous Sex In New York - chapter one

Chapter One - tasting her pussy.

I boarded the flight to LaGuardia a little out of breath. I had to walk at a fairly fast pace to get to my gate on time. “oh fuck.”, I thought to myself. “is this how the entire trip is going to be?”. I had slept a little late and had to rush to make my flight. The 6am flights are rough. I went to bed too late the last few nights, and I felt like I was starting my business trip on the wrong note. I smiled and gave my boarding pass to the gate attendant and boarded the plane. I found my first class window seat easily and got settled. Traveling for business has its perks. It doesn’t take much to get used to first class. I took a deep breath and was thankful that the person who took the aisle seat next to me was an attractive woman. I wasn’t in the mood to play twenty questions with a horny guy. I usually end up sitting next to nice men in first class, but the conversation often ends with a proposition that involves me, the bathroom, and a quick fuck. Or, if they are a little more subtle, they offer to show me around whatever city it is that we are headed to. I can’t say that I have never taken an offer, but it has only happened a few times. On this rather short flight from Orlando to New York, I planned to take a short nap and then freshen up at the airport once we arrived.

I work as a jewelry designer. Or, rather, that is one of the things that I do for a living. That work is what took to to NYC on this trip a few months ago. I love New York – and the fall is a wonderful time of year to visit. There is a crispness in the air – and the excitement of the coming holidays. I was in town for the third time within a few weeks, meeting with a rather exclusive jewelry store on Fifth Avenue. They were interested in commissioning some of my recent pieces for a Spring line. I was staying at the Waldorf-Astoria, a short walk or cab ride from the store – classic New York hotel. I had enjoyed my previous two trips, and now that the deal was moving forward, the pressure was off. I was ready to make the deal and have a few fun days in the city. As the flight attendant went through the safety information, I dozed off to sl**p. I had been working hard the last few weeks – late nights in my studio, preparing for this deal.

When I opened my eyes, I expected that we were close to landing. I felt refreshed, and stretched my arms overhead. “That was a quick nap”, the woman next to me said. I looked at my watch – only asl**p for about twenty five minutes. I looked down and noticed that my skirt was up around the top of my thighs. I had pulled on a simple grey skirt and black stockings, black boots; white camisole and black sweater. The skirt came down to my knees when I was standing, but it seemed to have moved up while I was in the seat of the airplane. My skirt was riding up to the top of my thighs, exposing the tops of the stockings and garter belt I was wearing. As I adjusted myself, the woman whispered - “I would have woken you up if the skirt had gone any higher”. I blushed a little and said thank you. She leaned a little closer and said, “I love your stockings, I’m wearing a similar pair”. As she said this, she crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up a bit. She was a pretty woman – maybe late 30’s, mid length blond hair, brown eyes. She was maybe 5’7” or so – long legs. As she pulled her skirt higher, I could see the top of the stockings. Pretty black lace contrasting against her rather light skin. I looked at her, and we smiled. “the lace is so pretty,” I said. She told me it was really soft, too. It seemed like an invitation to feel – so I just moved my hand to the top of the stocking and ran my hand along her leg. “These feel great”, I said quietly. She pulled her skirt a little higher. “The lace on the garter belt matches, but I don’t think I can show you here”, she laughed. We both pulled our skirts down a bit and chatted the remainder of the flight. We had a nice, somewhat flirty conversation and I found myself becoming quite aroused. Wearing the stockings was a strategic move on my part – when I wear them to meetings, I just feel very sexy and empowered, even in the most professional environments. No one else knows – it’s just my little secret. I enjoyed talking with her – she was smart, funny, and incredibly sexy. I am usually with men, but on occasion, a woman is so fun.

“Do you need a ride into Manhattan?”, my fellow passenger asked me as we were preparing for arrival. I told her I was going to take a cab, and that I wouldn’t want to inconvenience her. She assured me it was not a problem, that she had a driver waiting for her. Neither of us needed to wait for any checked bags, so I thanked her and walked with her to the waiting car. It was the stereotypical stretch car. The driver put our bags in the trunk and let us in. It was nice and warm in the car, so I took the sweater off. I leaned back and stretched out my long legs, thinking that I could get used to this kind of life. The woman from the plane slid next to me on the seat. Lots of room in the car, but she nestled in right next to me. She pressed a switch which raised the privacy screen. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and unbuttoned her blouse. She stripped down to her bra and stockings. Her blond pussy hair looked silky and soft. She didn’t have much, just a little tuft on the raised mound of flesh. She had a tight, toned body, much more muscle than me. I am in shape – tall, flat stomach, but with rounder hips and ass. I didn’t say anything to her. I didn’t even know her name.

I am sexually adventurous, but this was pretty fast, even for me. I am not sure why I felt so comfortable, but I did. I just went with it – thinking... “no regrets”. I felt a strong, dominant pulse in my veins, and just went with it.

She took her hands and put them on my knees. She spread my legs apart with one firm motion. Her hands slid up my thighs, into the darkness. I could feel her fingers press against my panties. “Your panties are damp, as I knew they would be”. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. I undressed most of the way. “Leave the stockings on”, she said firmly. Her mouth went to my tit – sucking in my large nipple, biting a little. I have rather large tits, even for my height. I am a 36 DDD, very full, fair skinned tits. I grabbed the back of her head and got a handful of her soft blond hair and wound it around my fingers. The harder she sucked on my tit, the more I pulled her hair. She finally let go and I pulled her up and kissed her deeply on my mouth. “You want to suck my clit, don’t you?”, I asked her. She moaned some sort of response. “You want to fuck my pussy with your tongue?”, I continued. At this, she pushed me back on the seat and dove into my slick pussy. I continued to hold her hair, watching her head move all around my sex. She took her fingers and pushed them into my pussy with no warning. I arched my back and moved my hips... “Oh Fuck!”, I cried. This woman was about to make me cum. I wondered about the driver for a moment. He must know what we are doing, I thought. I had smiled at him when he let us into the car. He had a deep voice, very sexy. He had talked with the woman about where we were to be taken. He was a big, dark skinned man. I hoped his cock was bulging at the thought of what we might be doing.

The woman sucked my clit rhythmically, harder and harder.... Until I started to moan, bucking my hips into her mouth, wanted her to taste my juices. I could feel that the seat was wet from her saliva and the wetness dripping from my pussy. She grasped my ass (hard), as I rode the orgasm to its fullest. As I caught my breath, she pulled me to lay on the seat on my back. While my world was still spinning, she sat on my mouth. Her soaked little pussy covered my mouth. My hands grasped her thighs while I looked up at her. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My clit was still swollen and throbbing from cumming. She started to grind onto my mouth and chin. I instinctively stuck out my tongue, and wiggled it up inside of her. I heard her moan. “Yessss..... “. She raised herself up a bit, letting me breathe. “MY pussy juices look good all over your face”, she said to me. “Suck my clit like you would suck a cock”. I couldn’t believe the stuff that she was saying to me.... Don’t get me wrong – I loved it – it’s just that she didn’t seem so filthy horny on the plane. Our mild flirting let to this completely crazy scene. As we drove around Manhattan (dark windows), I could see the early morning activity of the city while I was being smothered by this sexy woman’s pussy.

She pressed her pussy over my mouth and nose again, letting me squirm a bit. I reached up and grabbed her tits and pinched the hell out of her nipples, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers. She groaned and only pressed harder. I let go and she raised up off of me.... And then moved her clit over my lips. She was ready for me to suck her and lick her as if her hard, swollen clit was a cock. Kind of kinky to say that, I guess, but that it kind of how it feels. So, I gave her the suck she wanted. I held on and sucked so hard – I could feel it growing between my lips. She moaned and bucked and held my head to her pussy. She didn’t need to hold so tightly, I wasn’t going to let go until she came on my face.

She kept talking more and more – and it just got nastier. She called me all kinds of names.. “Suck my Cunt, you whore!” was one that I remember. I wasn’t offended, it was her way of enjoying the hotness. Maybe because she was a woman, and more petite than I – I didn’t feel threatened. I just felt more and more turned on. I wanted her to remember me, and how hard she came in my mouth.

I slapped her tits a few times while I sucked on her clit, and then grabbed two handfuls. I knew I would leave bruises – and that was fine with me. She bucked against my mouth and started to groan like an a****l in heat.... And then I felt a gush of pussy juice on my mouth, flowing around my lips and chin. I moaned into her pussy, not letting go. Her body convulsed and I could feel the sweat drip down her chest. We broke apart and caught our breath. She leaned in and kissed me, tasting her own pussy combined with my saliva. She leaned over to a small drawer and pulled out some warm, wet towels and a cosmetic bag. “Sweetheart, my pussy isn’t going to recover for a week.”, she smiled. Let’s get cleaned up – we are almost to your hotel. She took a warm towel and carefully wiped my mouth, chin, cheeks.... And then moved the towel to my pussy and cleaned me up there, too. I slipped on my clothes and she helped me zip up my skirt. She lay back, still naked except for the stockings. The privacy screen lowered and the driver informed me that we were approaching the hotel. He winked at me and I blushed a little. I could see the video monitor in the front of the car – he had seen everything.

As we parked in the unloading zone, he came around and opened my door. The woman smacked my ass as I started to climb out of the car. The driver took my hand and helped me out, closing the door behind me. He whispered in my ear... “Good Luck”, and handed me a business card. I adjusted my skirt, and pulled my suitcase behind me, heading for the doors of the hotel. The crisp fall air felt good against my still warm skin.

The last hour was amazing, and a little scary. As I checked into the hotel, I felt that my life had just changed somehow. As if my whole direction in life had just changed course. I was ready for the change, but I needed a nap first. I was shown to my room and just collapsed on the bed. I undressed, leaving my stockings on still, remembering how the anonymous woman from the plane ran her hands up and down my legs while she licked my pussy. I looked at the business card that the driver gave me and read it.
“________ Jewels”
Christine _________
Acquisitions


My heart pounded wildly. “This is the woman that I was to finalize my deal with later today. She knew who I was, she had planned the whole thing, or had at least set it up to see if I would be game”, I thought. I started to panic, but then took a breath and decided that if she wanted to call the deal off, then so be it. I decided to take a nap, a shower, and then head to the store for my meeting.

I took a shower first, and then set up a wakeup call for two hours later. I drifted off to sl**p, remembering the taste of Christine’s pussy.


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