Flying Right

  Flying Right

  Mariah Williams

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  Val drove with savage incisiveness through the traffic to the airport. She was still seething about her husband. Late last night she had tried to seduce him. She had bathed, powdered and perfumed herself and was ready for him. Lately their love life had been somewhat barren and she was determined to change things. She was not going to let her marriage slide into a desert of coldness. They didn’t talk so much, they hardly went out any more and if they did dine out it was with his business associates. Sex between them was infrequent and hurried and careless. All in all, Val thought they didn’t have fun like they used to. God, they used to laugh together so much!

  Val lay alone in their bed waiting for him. She thought, I’m going to give you the surprise of your life, dude. I’m going to shake things up round here so you know we are on our way back. Jack was downstairs watching the fourth quarter of a basketball game and drinking a half bottle of wine. Val stirred restlessly. Come on, she thought. Must be over now, surely? A full hour later he came up and stumbled, drunk, into their bathroom. “Sorry, they went into two overtimes. Had to see it,” he said.

  Val felt alone and miserable. He was her only lover since they had married and to see, down the years, how the passion faded, the excitement diminished was depressing for her. And now, psyched up and ready to go, she thought, its not going to work. They both had demanding jobs which meant getting up early. The time was drifting towards one o’ clock in the morning and she was starting to feel tired herself. He came out of the bathroom and flopped on his side of the bed. She kissed him and he broke away and rolled away from her.

  “I’m done, Val. What a day,” he mumbled.

  She touched his back, running her fingers down to his butt.

  He shifted towards the edge of the bed. “Got to get some sleep,” he said.

  Val lay in the dark, her hands clenched. She thought about her trip tomorrow. I’m not going to become an old maid who never makes love, she thought. I’m going to keep this marriage going. Whatever it takes. She thought fleetingly about what it would be like to take a lover, some steamy hot young guy who wanted it all the time and couldn’t get enough. Where would they meet? Some motel, she supposed, or a student apartment with T shirts thrown on the floor and Bud Lite cans under the bed. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. But still a hot body coming out of the shower in a towel ready for her….

  She parked her car up in the car high rise car park at the airport, grabbed her bag and laptop, locked the car and headed for the plane.

  Val was a spectacularly beautiful woman. Edging down the aisle of the 727 to LA she drew glances from the men already seated. She was dressed in a smart grey business suit and old-fashioned stockings with seams. It was an affectation of hers to hunt them down in small shops and wear them. She found a seat, humped her case into the overhead locker and sat down with a sigh.

  Val opened her laptop and opened up a program and began to read the preliminary documents for the conference she was attending. She was vice president at a publishers and the conference was covering internet publishing and download marketing. After a few minutes Val leaned back and closed her eyes. She and Jack had exchanged somewhat harsh words this morning and it made her uneasy. They had had a marvelous ride in their marriage for ten years but the last two had been rocky. She couldn’t put her finger on why but she knew things weren’t right. And then, last night…..

  As the plane rocked gently, Val crossed her legs restlessly. I hope, she thought, we can recapture those feeling and those days. Jack was flying down from Boston on the last day of the conference and they were going to take a couple of days hanging out in Santa Monica.

  She remembered when they had first met, Jack had lifted her up and dropped her onto his bed. She had squealed and giggled as he fell on top of her. It had been like that forever. They turned each other on. As he held her tight, pinning her to the bed he kissed her and she could remember to this day the tingle that went through her. His tongue pushed insistently into her mouth that night and his hand found her breast. She had a rule in those days: never on the first night. Her fingers dug into his back and she pulled him close. His mouth was soft and his tongue caressed her lips. She could feel the demanding hunger in his kisses. She sucked his tongue as he pushed it into her mouth.

  OK, she thought, I’ll break my rule. Just this once. And she did. They undressed and fell back on the bed. She could feel the length of his warm body against hers. She remembered the shock of feeling his hot penis pressing on her thigh. The stewardess interrupted her thoughts asking her if she wanted something. Val shook her head.

  He was one hell of a lover in those youthful days. She closed her eyes again, remembering. She had grasped his cock in her hand. She loved the feeling as it pulsed in her palm. It seemed to radiate heat. She wanted to see it. She sat up in the bed and looked at it. She shocked herself again, realizing she wanted this thick, hard flesh inside. She made him slow down. She pushed him back on the bed. She moved the skin of his cock a little. He gasped for a second, his hand reaching between her legs. He touched her gently. Val held him still in her hand staring as if mesmerized. She ran her thumb over the knotted head of his cock.

  Val shook her head, looking round for the stewardess. She tried to put those powerful memories away. She ordered coffee and tried to read her Powerpoint. She could barely read the words. Those old powerful feelings insisted on surfacing in her mind. She wanted this marriage to go on. She wanted some of that crazed passion back again. She smiled slightly, thinking, she had seen a few cocks, not many, but a few. But this one was the best. This was the one that turned her on. She stared at her hand which fitted so snugly round Jacks’ cock. She curled her fingers. It fitted perfectly, she thought. Like no other. It was made for me. They were already landing in LA.

  Val grabbed a cab and rode to the hotel. She checked in, went up to her room and flopped on the bed. There was something exciting about a clean anonymous room. She lay staring at the ceiling and then fell asleep for a few minutes. Later she went down to the lobby and registered at the desk for the conference which was taking place in the hotel conference rooms. Quite a few people were gathering at the desk to collect their keys and register for the conference.

  As they milled around a tall blond guy, looking very fit came up and introduced himself. His name was Clive Senstrom. It turned out he was one of the organizers of the conference. They shook hands. His hand was firm and gripped hers. He held it a fraction longer than he should have. But he was genial and charming and polite, bending close to hear her replies to his questions. Val smiled to herself. Oh, no you don’t, she thought. He was surely attractive, broad-shouldered and fit looking. Now if I were free, she thought, I might think about it but I’m not, so it’s no go, Mister.

  Clive introduced her to, Emily, a petite and beautiful young woman. She had an elfin look and seemed almost too young to be at the conference. Clive had a slight accent but was fluent in English. He indicated Emily with a wave and said, we work together. Whatever that meant. They all went to the dining room to eat dinner. Clive touched her back as he guided them to their table. Val thought, I know my way, Clive. No need
for that! He could have been just being polite. Or he could have wanted to touch her. Perhaps he would make a play for her at some point during the conference. We’ll see, thought Val.

  They had a convivial dinner and laughed a lot. Emily had a high tinkly laugh that amused Clive and Val and that made them laugh even more. They drank a bottle of Rioja and started another one. Clive ordered a third bottle and invited the two women to his suite. They didn’t wait for the elevator but took the stairs. Val watched Clive bounce up the stairs ahead of her. His big thighs propelled him up two at a time. I like his ass, too, thought Val. I must be a butt woman. She giggled to herself. Emily caught it and asked what had made her laugh. Val shook her head without answering. Can’t explain that. Not to someone I don’t know. Jack’s butt was a turn on too, Val thought.

  They sat around the luxury suite talking about their business experience and getting to know each other. Emily rolled a joint and got thoroughly whoozy. She lay on the carpet and her dress rode up her thighs. She had adorable legs, thought Val, but still…..Suddenly Emily squeaked, rolled over and fled to the bathroom.

  Clive watched her go. “Quite a girl, eh?”

  Val, nodded. “She’s beautiful. Is she alright?”

  Clive nodded. “She’s fine. You find her beautiful?”

  Val said, ”She is. I think she’s gorgeous. Why?”

  Clive got up and wandered to the window to look out. “You’re right, she is gorgeous. When you say that do you mean aesthetically or sexually?”

  Val looked at his back. “I mean aesthetically, I think. But if you were to ask me: Yes. She’s sexy.”

  “I am asking you.”

  “Yes, she’s sexual. “

  “That’s different. Sexual is different from sexy. Although I agree with you she is sexual, too” Clive said.

  He went on looking out of the window.

  Then without turning round Clive said, “You think she would make a good lover?”

  “My goodness. Yes. I do think that. Where are you going with this? “asked Val

  Clive turned. “You want to make love to her, does that mean?”

  Val was slightly taken aback. But she didn’t want to appear naive. “What a question! She is sexy. But isn’t… er…. It doesn’t necessarily mean you have to….”

  “Fuck?”

  “I didn’t say that but, yes.”

  Clive came close to her and said, “ I said that. I’m from Sweden.”

  “Oh, that explains it, then,” said Val.

  “Since you ask: she is a beautiful lover,” He said.

  Emily came back in the room, her hair wet and looking flushed. “What are we talking about?”

  “Fucking,” said Clive.

  “Were we?” Said Val.

  “How interesting,” said Emily. She wiped her face with her hands.

  Clive moves softly close to Val, took her glass out of her hand and poured another half glass of Rioja into it. He gave it back to Val. “Cheers, “he said.

  Val drank, thinking, maybe it’s time to go. “You’re beautiful,” he said to Val in his quiet deep voice. Val could see his thighs close to her. He stepped right next to the chair she sat in.

  Emily said, “Clive you’re trouble. I know you.”

  “What do you mean?” he said.

  Emily addressed Val, “He is always ready to do it. Always. He runs on wine. You should try him out. He’s fucking good.” She picked up her glass and drank.

  Clive smiled, “I’m not ALWAYS ready to do it. But quite a lot of the time I am.”

  Then Clive leaned down close to Val, a hand on her shoulder and kissed her. Val didn’t know what to think. She let him and then he opened his mouth and Val could feel his tongue stealing into her mouth. His hand strayed down from her shoulder to her breasts. She could taste the wine and the man and the mouth. She wanted this guy, she knew that. Her body wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her. Right now she wanted to reach out a hand and touch it through his pants. But she was married. There was Jack. There was always Jack and that’s why she had never had a lover during her marriage. But still, her hand went up behind Clive’s neck and pulled him close. Then her phone rang.

  Val fumbled in her bag and pulled out her cell, “hello?”

  She listened for a while. Then said, “I’m sorry.” She got up and walked out on the balcony. Then she whispered, “Jack, if you can’t make it you can’t make it. That’s all there is to it. I understand. … You don’t fucking want to come, Jack.” Val looked over her shoulder at Clive and Emily.

  “You want it to die, don’t you? You don’t care. You want our marriage to die,” Val said down the phone. ”Look, I’m in the middle of a meeting. I’ll call you back. “She disconnected, turned back into the room. Clive and Emily were both looking at her.

  Emily said, “We’re dying to know who that was.” Turning to Clive, “Aren’t we, Clive”

  Clive nodded.

  “it was just…someone,” Val said.

  “Well, getting back to the subject in hand, it’s your choice, Val. But he’s quite an experience. You won’t be disappointed,” Emily said. Val looked at them both, making her mind up. “Let’s get another bottle up here,” Val said.

  Emily picked up the phone and called room service. Clive crossed the room and switched the lights out. One lamp burned by the bed. Then he walked to Val and kissed her again. His arms wrapped round her. His strong body closed with her. She could feel his thighs pressing on her legs. His cock was erect and she could feel it through his pants. Val insinuated her hand between them and into his pants.

  Her fingers wrapped round his cock. She moved her hand up and down, pressing her breasts against him. She looked up at him. “Mmmm. Swedish, huh?” she smiled at him. “That what you do in Sweden?”

  “it’s the cold nights, Val.”

  He looked down at her, smiled and kissed her. Then he gently pulled her hand away and turned away and started to undress. Val walked round the other side of the bed and unbuttoned her suit jacket, took her blouse off and stepped out of her skirt. She hesitated for a second, watching him. He threw off his clothes. His cock sprang up as he dropped his underwear.

  Val shrugged. OK, then. She undid her bra and stripped her panties off. She was about to drop her garter and stockings when Clive shook his head and a finger at her. “Keep them on.”

  They climbed into the bed simultaneously from either side. She rolled close and clung to his body. It was hard and fit. His biceps and chest were gym-trained and taut. Between them his cock lay against her belly. He ran his finger through her hair, then kissed her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and sucking. He sucked gently at first then harder. Val stretched back pushing her breasts at him. The sucking was stirring all sorts of feelings in her belly.

  Clive slid down her body kissing her belly button then slid down some more to her bush. His tongue gently parted her vaginal lip. Val could feel his breath on her and juices started to flow from her. He licked and sucked on her cunt, red and swollen now.

  Val moaned, moving her hips slightly, spreading her thighs. She wanted him, wanted him to enter her and stick that thick cock into her. She wanted it badly. Her fingers found his hair and tangled it, pulling him into her. His tongue was licking her now, urgently, pushing into her. The dark spaces opened up.

  Then Clive slid up her body and kissed her. His tongue entering her mouth, filling it. She could taste her juices and the wine they had drunk and feel his breath. His cock head nestled against the entrance of her cunt. She strained to make him push it in. He toyed with her moving his cock against her wet cunt, teasing her.

  Val had enough if this gripped his shoulders and rocked him, rolling him over. She loved to be dominated, even used but now wanted to take this man and own him. If only for a minute. She rolled him over and knelt above him. She grasped his cock, opened her thighs and fitted the head into her cunt. She looked down at him, at his face, as she slowly enveloped his cock, drawing it into the darkest
place. Her cunt wrapped round him, holding it. Clive dropped his head back and drew breath.

  His face was shadowed and she could see now mirrored in his face the ecstasy of fucking. She wanted to do him. Make him come. She wanted to own this man and make him pour himself into her.

  Emily drifted over to the bed. “My, my, that looks good,” she murmured. Her hand drifted to Val’s back and slid down to her ass.

  Val felt it and it gave made an electric current ran through her body. She had, in truth never been touched by a woman in her life. Emily’s fingers came to rest on Val’s butt. Emily took her hand away to slip a finger in her mouth. Then she inserted the wetted finger inside Val’s butt. “Beautiful, beautiful,” she murmured. Gently fucking Val.

  Clive was thrusting up into Val, his face flushed. Val controlled him, riding his cock, careful not to let it slip out. Emily’s fingers travelled down between Clive’s thighs. “He likes his balls to be played with,” she said. Her fingers encircled his balls as he gathered himself to come. “When he comes he likes his balls to be held.”

  Then he was slamming upward, pouring his semen into Val. She held him, her orgasm sliding from her clitoris down, down deep inside, her cunt convulsed and pulsed , holding the pulsing cock. She rocked, holding tight. Emily held his balls and Val could feel her hand moving gently behind her.

  Val eased off Clive’s cock and fell forward beside him. She reached back and took possession of his cock with her hand. It was slick with her juices and still hard, though softening. Emily leaned over kissing Val. Val was in shock from the fucking and then this elfin creature kissing her. Emily’s hair fell across Vals’ face. Her lips felt so soft to Val. Emily’s tongue flicked out and licked Val’s lips then licked the underside of her upper lip. Clive stirred since Emily was lying across him.

  Emily lifted up and changed positions. She licked Clive’s cock then slid across again to Val. Her hair brushed Vals’ hip. Then her tongue was pushing into Val’s clitoris. Val twisted slightly. Jesus, she thought. This is all new to me! Her cunt was still disgorging liquid and Emily licked and licked up and down, up and down until Val came again, juddering with emotion. Val’s hands closed round Emily’s head, her hair in Val’s fingers.