J. Watson - The wife_s new tricks

"Do you travel our airlines often?" Paul asked.

"No," she answered. "My father lives a good distance away but this is the first time I've visited him since I've been married."

"I see," he said. "You know, you are a nice-looking woman. And very classy. Have you ever considered perhaps getting a job as a stewardess?"

She was flattered that he thought she was classy looking. And she remembered that little-girl dream of someday being a stewardess on an airline like this and traveling all over the world.

"I thought about, it once," she admitted.

"You should think about it again," Paul said. "You know, this airline now accepts applications from married women also. I think you'd have a good chance."

"I don't think so," she laughed.

She probably hadn't realized how sharp Paul was. She thought about it later, but couldn't decide if he had really been easing her into something. But somehow he had broken the ice and they were talking like old friends.

Paul knew how to talk. He had been almost everywhere and his descriptions of places he'd been soon had Caroline wanting to see them. The stewardess came in and brought them drinks. She hadn't even realized that any had been ordered. She sipped her cool drink and felt the alcohol going through her quickly. Paul moved over to sit beside her.

"I can't get over how pretty you are," he said. "I really think you should apply to be a stewardess."

"I don't think so," she said.

Paul put his hand on her silken knee. She felt his fingertips squeezing gently until it sent shivers up her thighs. She felt her body responding to the touch. She moved her knee away.

"Please, Paul," she said.

"Just relax, sugar," Paul said. "It's going to be a long trip. What's wrong with having a little fun?"

"The stewardess, Paul," Caroline said, flustered.

"Don't worry about her. She works for me, remember?"

Paul was kissing her. His tongue was thrusting at her mouth and somehow she had to open her mouth. She felt his tongue jabbing deep into her mouth. She started rubbing her tongue against his. She knew she was going to lose control again. She didn't want to, but she could feel it happening.

His hand was back on her knee again. She could feel his fingers slipping up her knees to her thighs. She could feel his fingertips burning her thighs.

"Please stop, Paul," she whispered. But Paul was smart enough to know that the woman didn't want him to stop. He kept kissing and stroking her. His hand moved all the way between her legs until he was touching her pussy.

"You have to stop, Paul," she moaned.

Paul started rubbing her pussy. Only her thin panties kept him from feeling her naked cuntlips. It didn't take him long to get around that. He edged his finger around her panties and started rubbing her hot cuntlips.

"Please don't, Paul," she moaned. "I'm a good woman. Please don't do that."

"Sure you're a good woman," he said. "You're a fantastic woman. A gorgeous woman. I'm just making you feel good. I'm just showing you how much I like you!"

His fingers edged into her pussy. Two fingers slowly worked in and out of her pussy there was no way she could fight the feelings growing inside her. She spread her legs a little wider and her hips began rotating against his fingers.

"Oh," she whispered softly. "Oh, it feels good."

He moved his other hand back to her creamy tit. His fingers closed around her rounded tit and began squeezing with the same gentle rhythm be was using to flngerfuck her.

Caroline understood what was happening to her. He was making her lose control of herself. She didn't want to be this way, but she couldn't seem to control the hungers in her body.

The stewardess walked in. Carolyn flushed red. She tried to straighten up, but she couldn't hide the fingers that probed her wet pussy. Paul didn't seem to be surprised. He turned his head and smiled at the stewardess. She brought another couple of drinks, patted Caroline on the head, and left quietly.

"What's happening to me?" she asked. "Why can't I behave like a lady?"

"You are a lady, baby," he said. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever seen. I love it when a lady turns into a good piece of ass!"

His hand started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She didn't have the strength to stop him. He unbuttoned it all the way down the front and slipped his hand inside. She could feel his hot fingertips on her bare belly. It made her shiver.

He moved his hand up to cup one of her titties. He squeezed it gently and she could feel her nipples turning into hard points. She gasped for breath.

"Lift up, baby," he told her. "Let me take this off!"

She couldn't seem to stop him from doing anything. She found herself willingly raising up so that he could unhook her bra. She let him pull her bra off her shoulders. Her rounded tits popped free.

"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful! You've got a pair of tits like basketballs."

He kept working his two fingers into her cunt. He bent his head and started licking her pink nipples. His mouth opened and he took one of those rigid nipples inside his mouth. He let his tongue wash her hard nipple. He opened his mouth wider and sucked it deeper into his mouth. He bit down gently with his teeth. Caroline started squirming faster. She felt those tot fingers probing faster and faster inside her pussy while his mouth sucked at her titties.

"You're making me feel crazy," she moaned. "Oh, you're making me feel so crazy!"

Paul took his fingers out of her pussy. She was feeling really hot. There was, fire in her pussy. She could feel her dripping juice soaking her panties. Paul got down on his knees on the floor. He lifted up her skirt and carefully I eased her panties down to the floor. Paul was looking up her pink twat. Everything she had was revealed to a man who was almost a stranger.

"I'm going to eat you," Paul said. "I can't remember when I've seen such a beautiful pussy. I'm going to eat you up."

"Oh please," she moaned softly.

Paul started kissing her thighs. She could feel his lips rubbing closer to her pussy. Her cunt juice smeared her pussy lips, but Paul didn't seem to mind.

Paul moved his lips up between her legs and started sucking at her cunthair.

He kept sucking the juice from her cunt and then spitting it out. He kept it up for what seemed like hours. Then his pink tongue began licking at her cuntlips. She spread her legs a little wider. Her hands cupped the back of his head. She started pulling his face a little closer to her cunt.

"Eat me, baby," she whispered. "Eat my pussy. Stick your tongue in my cunt and eat me!"

Paul rammed his tongue in between her cuntlips. He kept stabbing it in and out of her pussy, lips. She knew that Paul was tasting her pussy juice. He was fucking her with his hard tongue. She started squirming in pleasure. She hadn't meant for this to happen, but she was loving it.

Her hands stroked the back of his head. He was a handsome man and he knew how to use his tongue. He was eating her with the experienced tongue of a man far older. She felt him sucking her clitty between his lips.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby, that makes me feel good!"

His hands slipped underneath her to lift her asscheeks. She could feel his fingers exploring her asshole. She shivered as she felt a finger stabbing into her tight asshole. His tongue seemed to probe deeper.

That finger began to stab in and out of her asshole and his tongue stabbed into her pussy with the same rhythm.

"Feels good," she cried. "It feels so fucking good!"

Again the stewardess walked through the compartment, but this time Caroline didn't try to stop. She couldn't stop. She was feeling too good. She could feel the fires burning through her body. More of her pussy juice was dripping into his mouth.