Forever Plane

I see you in the crowd as I clear immigration, I see you in amongst the throng of expectant families, friends, lovers and chauffeurs. You shine like the brightest star in the confusion of the nights busiest skies, you shine beautifully, drawing me in like nothing ever could. Like the the very first day, the first time I saw you, you stood head and shoulders above anyone or anything I have ever experienced, again you have me, this day like that I am captivated.

I walk through the barrier my eyes never leaving yours, my place retained in the orderly queue, yet my heart says drop my bags and push through, leap over, fly to you! But I walk, I wait, orderly, patiently, trying my hardest to contain the excitement that has built as I waited in immigration to be processed, as I answered the bored border guards questions about why I’m here. 

Finally as I break the queue you leap forward and we grasp each other so so tightly. Barely able to breathe with the excitement our lips meet and the most passionate release imaginable pours forth. Tears break from our eyes, happiness in its purest of forms explodes from our hearts. Our tongues meld into one, our first kiss in months transports us to another plane, another dimension where only we exist, us, just us. People about us stare in shock, some smiling, some laughing, some horrified. But we’re not there, we don’t see it, we don’t hear it, we don’t care, we aren’t there, we are deep in the world where we want to be, we are together again, in each others hearts and arms in our forever plane.

32 days my Beauty, 32 days until we meet again on our forever plane.

The Perfect Canvas

Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.

Our game

“Come my Beauty sit with me, but before you do slip off your panties.” I smile patting the sofa beside me.

“Why Daddy? Whatchya gonna do?” She says slowly, seductively, while curling a long blonde lock of hair around her finger.

“Do it and you’ll find out.” I say looking her directly in the eye, looking to see if my little miss is going to be a good girl for her Daddy tonight.

“Okay!” She chirpily says lifting her little tartan skirt to get to the matching little thong, but before she pulls the almost non existent panties down she looks up wide eyed. “Why don’t I need panties Daddy?”

“Because we’re gonna play a game.”  I say.

“Will I like the game Daddy?” She asks with such innocence that I almost forget she knows what’s coming.

“You’ll love it Babygirl, now come on!” I encourage her whilst hoping for her compliance.

Then without another word she slides her fingers in though the string of the waistband and slides the skimpy underwear down over her thighs until it drops to the floor at her feet. She giggles and blushes while cupping her smoothly shaved pussy hiding it from my sight. But then looking for my reaction her fingers part, in doing so they also part the lips which she decided she didn’t want to hide after all. My eyes light up as her little pink clit comes into sight, hers light up as she clearly sees the excitement in my gaze.

“Are you going to play with this Daddy?” She asks coyly, yet there again is that seductive undertone that she so wonderfully conveys.

“Uh huh…” I reply coolly not wanting her to see how damned desperate I am to get my hands on her.

“Okay.” she says again almost skipping over before spinning to bump down beside me.

I look down over her long slender thighs and up past the tiny skirt and tight sheer white blouse that fails so badly at hiding little breasts and taut erect nipples. I lift my hand to cup her cheek and drop my mouth to hers for a soft kiss. Her lips are soft and taste of cherry candy and as my tongue slips into her mouth to meet her tongue the sweet candy taste gets stronger. The desire between us both is palpable, the feeling in that first kiss is intoxicating and before we know it a passion rises to take the kiss into a forceful dimension.

I feel her hand slip down and cup the erection that has risen inside my pants, she pulls back from our kiss to show me her mock shock and open mouth. “Daddy! What happened?” She asks with such a good impression of concern. “I don’t know?” I reply as my hand finds he soft smooth thigh and slides up to find those now warm and moist pussy lips. “Oh my!” She gasps as my fingers push between them and slowly starts to stroke around the hard little nub of pleasure sending nerves that is her clit.

Her lips push back against mine as we reengage the kiss as before but this time more softly and exploratory in nature. Her hand works rubbing my bulging phallus through my pants in time with my own fingers stroking her now very wet vagina. She lifts her leg up and over mine allowing me more access as I up the ante and use a second finger to rub rapidly over her clit. She starts to moan into my mouth as our tongues swirl around each others. Her hips tilt up almost begging me to push into her, so without the audible request I take the cue and slip the two fingers inside. Her head flops back against the sofa and she gasps as my fingers push in to circle the rough g spot on the roof of her cunt.

“Daddyyyyyyyy!!!” Comes the drawn out cry as I firmly caress the ever wetter and flushed interior of her sex. Then it happens, I feel her spasm and clamp around my fingers as a gush of warmth flows around them. I feel her leg over mine shaking before both her hands grab my head and pull my lips to hers, this time she kisses me with violence, forcefully, passionately as her orgasm takes hold. I slide my fingers out of her labia and slowly caress her throbbing clit, as I do she draws in a sharp breath. “No Daddy, too sensitive!” Comes her plea, so I lift my cum coated fingers to her lips where we both lick them clean savouring the musky taste of our game.




Anal experience.

“Don’t worry.” she said in a soft reassuring tone as she trickled the cold string of her favoured slick lube down over his exposed anus. His eyes widened as the sudden chill to his most sensitive area did nothing to relax him. “Please don’t hurt me.” Came a whimpering pitiful plea in reply as she gently pushed her index fingers against his now glistening sphincter. “Try to relax.” She advised as she felt him tense as she slowly started to push her latex clad finger inside him. He had his eyes closed tight and he was panting breaths as he’d read on one of the web sites she’d recommended. She was in and was slowly pushing past the second knuckle, twisting as she went. He was amazed that it didn’t hurt, that it actually felt fine, now he understood how pleasure could be obtained from such a situation. He felt his legs shake involuntarily as she found the spot, she gently massaged around it feeling his prostate, doing her thing with an expert touch. His cock stiffened as never before and he felt as if he might explode and cum there and then on just this sensation alone. But just as he was getting into the feel it suddenly stopped, she pulled her finger out and took a wipe from bedside the bed. Wiping his arse clean of the slick clear lube she smiled and cheerfully informed him “Well that feels fine, you can redress now.” As he dressed his Dr discarded the glove into the bin for incineration and washed her hands. “I’ll recommend the insurers that you’re in great shape Mr B.” She said happily and to her mind helpfully. He stood distracted nodding as he picked up his coat, he was looking at her lips moving but didn’t hear a word as he was thinking about how hard he was going to cum when he got home.

Footwear #2

Dane stood for a moment in shock, his heart was thumping suddenly, he felt sick.
She was still there! His mind filled with questions, question after question poured into his mind. Was she alone, what did she want, why were they locked in? Dane suddenly felt fear, excitement, apprehension. What the hell was she up to? “Colleague to footwear NOW!” Came a second loud silence shattering demand through the store’s speakers. Dane jumped and found himself automatically scampering to his station in footwear as if the store manager had barked the order.

As he rounded the large Mayballene make up display and approached his area he could make out someone sat on the central footwear trial island. As he got closer he saw it was Angela alone, she was sat cross legged waving her foot ahead of her impatiently. “About bloody time!” She said testily holding up a dark stiletto healed shoe. “Size 6!” She continued like the customer from hell. “What? You want to try shoes?” Dane said incredulously. “Well why else would I call you here!?” She laughed gesturing rudely with the shoe at her shocked colleague. “Can’t we do this in the morning Angela?” Dane asked wearily with all fantasies drifting away from his mind. “Just get the damned shoes will you!?” She bit back at his apathy.

Dane stood for a second looking anywhere but at his beautiful colleague, he was trying not to let her see his disappointment. But Angie saw it and was revelling in it, his body expressed his disappointment all too clearly. Then as he turned away like a grumpy teen he took the shoe and sloped off to the stockroom. Angie grinned so widely her face was aching as her plan started to come to fruition.

Her heart was pounding and her abdomen ached from arousal, she could feel wetness on her slight silky panties as she sat, opened her legs and gently touched herself through the thin smooth material. She was hot, she was horribly horny and she was also terrified that Dane wouldn’t respond as she wanted, but she was here now pulling a fantasy she’d had for weeks into reality. She’d watched him looking at her, she knew he was crushing, she knew he was fantasizing, she’d seen the occasional ample bulge that Dane tried to hide with Brogues or pumps. She smiled slyly as a light switched on in her head, she quickly stood lifted her skirt and slipped the moist panties off. She then giggled as she tossed them onto the floor in the path that Dane would take on his return.

Dane switched on the storeroom light and looked miserably at the pile of boxes in the ladies section, he found the shoe, then pulled the size from the stack. He opened the box and looked at the scarily pointed toe and impossibly high heel. He smiled for a moment as it dawned that he’d get to slip these onto Angela’s foot. Suddenly the thought of her long silky smooth legs perked him up and he left the room with almost a spring to his step.

Angie heard the heavy storeroom door clank shut as her panties hit the floor. She quickly brushed her black pencil skirt down over her hips and sat back down to face where he’d cross her wet panties. She tried to look impatient and nonchalantly pissed. Dane walked where she’d hoped and as she’d also hoped saw the small pair of red panties. Dane slowed and looked at knickers and thought that he didn’t see those a minute or two ago. He stopped and looked at them then at Angela, he smiled and tried to see a reaction from his crush, but none came. “Well? Size 6?” Came the same abrupt voice from his beautiful colleague.

Footwear #1

Dane was horny, he wanted to fuck, but he didn’t want to just fuck, he needed to FUCK! In big capital letters!
He’d been watching Angela all day, he’d watched her smiling at customers, laughing with Julie the other assistant behind the make up counter. He’d fantasized about himself and her as he tidied the shoes on the shelves of his own department. He was besotted, he was crushing on her so badly that when she came over and nudged him he nearly pissed himself!
“I want you to stay after work, I need you.” She whispered demandingly.
“Huh?” Was all he could say before she sauntered back to her station. “Fuck!” He thought as he pondered the chance she had read his mind, then eventually shook the notion out of his head.

“NEED ME!” Dane whispered as the clock neared five thirty… and then as home time arrived he stood awkwardly in his area wondering what to do? Dave his department leader came through their area with his coat and bag and looked at Dane quizically.
“You okay bud? It’s home time.” He asked.
“Yeah I’m okay, just lost track of time, I’m coming.” He answered looking for Angela as he started toward the staff area.
“Okay, no rush, Angie can let you out, night!” Dave called as he continued to the exit.
“Oh cool, see you tomorrow.” Dane called back looking around the empty ground floor of the store. Dane couldn’t see Angela anywhere, he wondered what she wanted, he wondered if she was just fucking with his head. He’d seen her look at him before and then laugh with her co worker. He was sure it was a cruel prank in the making, so with a despondent look he sloped off to collect his coat from the staff room. He slowly pushed the ‘colleague only’ door open, but before he could open it all the way the lights went out throughout the store.

“SHIT!” He cursed out load as he turned and ran to the main entrance leaving his coat. That’s the last thing they did before locking themselves out at night. He raced through the floor, through racks of clothes, shoes and passed the make up counter where he saw the door. It was closed, no one there!
“Nooooo! SHIT!!!” He cried out as he shook the locked doors. He looked up and down and almost cried tears as he realised he couldn’t get out. He thought for a while and realised the only way was a fire exit but that would leave the store unlocked. He couldn’t do that, he didn’t have anyone’s number, he didn’t have an address. At that moment he resigned himself to a night at work because he couldn’t leave the place unlocked overnight.

Dane pushed his hands into his hair and screamed. He screamed until he felt his throat rasp painfully. “How could you be so fucking stupid?” He asked himself and the empty store floor quietly as he looked around tears welling up in his eyes. He thought Angela had done this on purpose, that’s why she’d laughed with her friend, she had planned this. He was feeling a mixture of emotions, anger, embarrassment, hopelessness. But then was jolted from his self pity by a loud voice over the store’s public address system.
“Colleague to footwear, Get your arse over here!” Came a demanding female voice that Dane recognised immediately, it was Angela’s voice.