The Business Class Flight

James Rayne’s Lyrics in the boys light up have always been evocative – one line in particular caught my attention recently, so I penned this story for the Hostess on the Business Flight
Her stunning blonde hair and svelte long legs were the first thing I noticed - Seeing you from the back, willing you to turn around, hoping you are servicing my section of the cabin. You are helping another passenger and you don't notice as I walk up behind you, I take in you slim hips and cute bum. Then I am so close I can small you. Fresh, clean soapy smell of your hair with a sensual musky perfume - elusive and tender - never over powering. I wait patiently behind you, taking it all in.
Somewhere behind us a man says, “excuse me we are waiting” you turn around, our eyes meet briefly, a burst of blue fire, you lean past me looking around. With the sweetest  smile you say “I will be just a minute, I’m just helping this person and then I’ll be able to assist  you sir” you look at me and whisper “some people” then with a devilish wink you add “you can squeeze past if you like” – “don’t mind if I do” and hold your hips briefly as I slide my already swelling manhood across you pretty round bum, I am not sure if I imagine it but I swear you push back even so slightly. Once I find my seat and just my bag in the locker, I look back up the isle to see you reaching up to put someone’s bag in the overhead, my god you have a perfect figure and such a pretty face. I take my seat fantasising about you in my hotel room, tried and exhausted after this long flight, me undressing you; I do it now with my eyes. The natural smells of your body as I strip you, massaging your tied feet, enjoying the intimate smell – I am a sensual man, I enjoy our animal smells, enhanced by leather heels and silk underwear.
In my fantasy, I roll your now naked body onto your stomach and massage your back – I little deep moisturising with baby oil. My hand slide firmly down you neck and over your shoulders, examining the contours of your back, your slim hips and down to your bottom, you round cheeks fill my hands “Would you like an drink before we taxi out” I open my eyes and it is you – I flush with embarrassment, feeling the warmth of my face as it glows red. “Oh, yes and white wine or champagne if you have it please.” – “no problem sir” – “Please call me Glen” I pause looking at your name tag and noticing you D cups “Pamela”   
That blue fire from your eyes again, when you return with the champagne you say “here you are Glen, it will be a little busy till we get airborne but if you need anything just press my button” with a smile that lights up the sky. As I watch your bum walk down the aisle, I go back to my fantasy. Those bum cheeks, one in each hand, my fingers massage you coccyx deep in the cleft of your bottom, you purr like a cat and I feel you yield to me completely. You don’t flinch when my finger caresses your anus and perineum, you press your body into the mattress in anticipation but now my hands are massaging your inner thighs, my thumbs run from the crease when you bum meets your thigh and over your gluts. Then the backs of your thighs, spreading you vulva as I do, revealing everything to me. My penis throbs and I have to adjust it in my pants, it has grown so hard.  I continue down along your legs, so shapely and long, your calves are like a modern sculpture, then your slim ankles, so sore from your heels, I can feel you melt into yourself as I massage them deeply, my strong hands and supple fingers. “God” you think to yourself “what he can do with those fingers”. Then your feet fall under my spell. “this is heaven” you think. As I look along your legs at your bum and pussy beckoning me.
The plane suddenly accelerates and I look along the passageway, seeing you strapped into your seat. Your smile tells me the chemicals are doing their thing. I smile back and you spread your legs slightly, maybe it is the acceleration but you appear to slump in your seat, giving yourself to me, thrusting your sex towards me.  Your hands in your lap spread on your thigh, I spread my legs and run my hand over the bulge over my upper thigh and wink at you. You look away nervously but look back and smile again, your tongue licks your dry lips, even though you are wearing lip-gloss.  You are aware all the other passengers on this side of the plane are looking at you and you look away again. I can’t take my eyes off you.
I roll you over onto your back and you look up at my naked body, my cock has grown larger then you imagined, you rub it with one foot as I lift the other and massage the top of it and your ankle, looking down along your nakedness, you trimmed public hair  lets me see your pudenda, plump and full like a girl, your flat stomach and full breasts, the rich body of a women, I am so arouses that a drop of precum oozes from my cock and is rubbed by your big toe. I massage down your legs as I spread them either side of me and crawl between them. My hands massage your quads, so hard and firm, higher, spreading your outer labia, I can see your inner lips moist and glistening with dew, the smell of your sex is strong, the musk arousing me more as it……
“Hello Glen, can I get your tray table out so you can have an aperitif”  - “Yes of course Pamela” your hair is pinned up but a straying lock curls down the side of your face as you bend down and pull my tray table out of the arm rest. It is the colour of molten platinum and I breathe deeply as you bend over me opening the tray across my lap, I look down, the obvious bulge in my pants embarrasses me. 
You spread the table clothes across and lean down to tuck it in, you look into my eyes and your hand slip down the side of the table and feels my bulging cock, you whisper “what on earth have you been doing to cause that!” – “thinking of you”. Just then another hostess comes up the isle and you lean it close so she can squeeze past, holding on to the seat back you push you breast against me face “Sorry Mr Hillman” you say “no problem” after she is past you whisper “Once we put the plane to sleep I will come and see” – “I would like that”
I sip my scotch and dry and nibble on the smoked salmon drizzled with truffle oil on a small slice of sourdough bread. The earthy smells and tastes take me back to my fantasy. The arousing musk filled the air as I see a trickle on moisture bud from her slightly open vagina. My hand massages her stomach especially the area above her pelvis. I know how women love to be massaged there when they experience period pain but I also find it is sensual at other times. I inch my kneeling body deeper between her legs, spreading them wider as I reach for her breasts

By Glen Hillman

The Shoe

The Shoe
I walked into the board room and she was sitting across from the door with her feet up on the chair beside her. It was Friday afternoon drinks and she had been teasing me, flirting with me, for weeks. I walked up to her and motioned with my hand; Katrina slid her legs of the chair, bringing her knees up and providing me with a glimpse of red satin panties that distracted me from her cheeky wanton stare; her lips parted, showing her tongue, looking at me with wide sparkling eyes, her lips turned up in a mischievous smile.
Katrina is a buxom redhead with long wavy curls, full red lips, a creamy off white complexion that accentuates her soft full breasts, which are usually cheekily displayed with a deep cleavage. She has a mirthful sprinkling of freckles here and there, she is young, married to an older man and a real flirt, full of impish charm.
I sit down and pat my thigh, with a wicked smile she lifts her legs and rests them on my lap, my gaze is drawn to the red patent leather pumps with a moderate 4 inch heel, her slim ankle, the white skin like marble, her shapely calf; I rest my hand on it and as I feel the warmth from her skin I am simultaneously aware of the musky sweet smell from her shoes, the arousing smell of a foot enclosed, closeted, by leather for some time. My gaze resumes its wondering over her knees and ample thighs, the creamy flesh beckons with a welcoming play of the light making them sheen with a satiny brilliance, I take in her red linen dress the, flat lustre of the material enhances the satin sheen of her skin especially as I take in her slim waist with a wide black belt and move to her breasts. 
They are full luscious orbs of white beauty, splashed with a dusting of freckles, her cleavage enhanced as much by the black and white contrast cause by the deep shadow between her breasts, as it is by the lift up cups of her bra, a red satin number with lace trim, a glimpse of which become visible as she leans forward and lifts my chin with her delicate finger, so that my eyes meet hers. “I am up here, um, you look a little lost, you know ” the others in the room laugh as I reply “not lost, just stopped on the way for some sightseeing”. She smiles and gently slaps my cheek “naughty boy, making us wait for you”. Samantha, sitting across the table, breaks the spell, bringing me back to a room full of my co workers “Yes, if you were any later we would have finished the wine without you” she says as she pours me an icy cold glass of my favourite Marlborough Sound, semillon sauvignon blanc. The passionfruit aroma mixes with the musky female smells of the room. 
I work for an online magazine with a staff of 20 and I am the only 3 males, Samantha is the CEO I am her 2IC and operations manager, as well as writer and editor for the erotica workshop, a section of the magazine where we develop erotica in a way more akin to the 1920s concept of bohemian lifestyles, unconventional, liberal, marginalised. 
My hand caresses Katrina’s leg as I slide it down he smooth satiny calf to her ankle where I grip the heel of her shoe and lever it downward slipping it off her heel and sliding it forward against the resistance of her warm, slightly puffy feet, the smell arouses me with a furtive pungency, I am totally entranced by the personal smells of a women, I’m also not immune to the stares of my co worker as I massage Katrina’s toes, my supple fingers rubbing between her sweaty toes, her white feet are beautiful with their ruby red nail polish and chubby toes. I’m sure she cannot help but notice my hot turgid erection pulsing beneath her legs. I notice looks from my co workers, as their conversations pause, some shocked, some smiling with knowing looks as Katrina pulls back her other leg, sliding it along my bulging cock, she pauses, surprised by its confirmed presence, then she proceed to rub her leg back and forth. I turn and look into her face, my eyes are stung by her beauty, her eyes wide with surprise and clear with lust, no words are necessary, we both know what is going to happen.

by Glen Hillman

I play your skin like a stringed instrument

"I play your skin like a stringed instrument, finding the resonate bass chords, sustaining them. Then discovering the higher notes, the ones that send ecstatic shivers down your spine, deep into your soul, I play them to establish the floating melody. Then with special attention I play the skin of your more lusting places and build the melody to a rising crescendo, performing gasping solos with each element of your desire. The crescendo busts upon you like a dam breaking and you are carried away in a torrent of yearning lustful pleasures. The last versus echo in your mind as you rest your skin beside mine."
By Glen Hillman

Tied in black satin

I slip the black satin blindfold over her eyes, I hear the soft swish of the material over the skin and tie it behind her head, her silken hair shines competing with the satin for the attention of the light. I lift her slender arm, my hand slipping down her slim forearm and circling her wrist and I wind a satin ribbon round it, taking care not to twist it tight and leave ugly marks on her perfect skin. I hook one arm up high and work on the other, with her arms lifted her small breasts are perfectly exposed, being small, her nipple and areola are the focus, my tongue tease the areola forcing the nipples to bud, before allowing my lips to close round the nipple and roll it on my tongue. I kiss her neck while my hands cup her mons and my fingers caress her cleft through her one piece underware, my fingers can sense her moist heat rising.
I drop to my knees and pull down the one piece, kissing her tummy and tonguing her navel, as I pull the one piece down to her thighs a delicious scent of musk teases my senses, the gusset of her underwear has captured and held the essence of her scent. I leave them around her thighs. Move around to her smooth round bum. I kiss her warm cheek and trace the cleft of her bum with my tongue, taking time to make her quiver with delight as I push my tongue deep between her cheeks. I spread them gentle and take in time tasting her.
More……. Well the next part of the story goes with the rest of the pictures, you will not be disappointed if you beg for more.

That day in June

That day in June - The warm breeze chilled my skin as it dried the trail of moisture left by you. As it plays with the curtains of our upstairs bedroom, the sun light ripples across your creamy skin. I arch my body to touch you, flexing in the hope of more contact. You smile teasingly as you rub you moist sex against my belly and allow your breasts to hang and sway.

This game sounded so inviting when we hatched it over dinner. Get the kids off to school, ring in sick for work and spent the day in bed making love. I became aroused as we dreamed up games so we would not get bored. You would tie me to the bed and rub you naked body against me, caressing with hands, breast, feet and yes, your pussy. I pictured the petals of your labia flickering along the shaft of my cock like a butterfly. I never realized you would do it for so long and enjoy the agonizing frustration I am suffering so much! My cock is swollen and purple with engorged blood, pre-cum dribbles from the tip, it screams for direct stimulation as do I. 

Once again your turn and gift me with the vision of your sex gaping while your legs straddle me, I crane my neck forward and and rub my nose between your sticky labia, catching a perfumed taste of your before you move it mischievously out of reach. You bend down and your sex gapes wider, moisture glistens as a drop gathers on your erect clitoris. The now familiar sensation of butterfly kisses with your eyelashes on my swollen glan, enrages me and I scream inside the gag you deviously supplied. I will not forget the moment of terror when one minute I was enjoying the caress and smell of your panties on my face, the next you pushing them into my mouth then poking them down my throat till I gaged on them.

The Collar - by Glen Hillman

The Collar - by Glen Hillman

The collar first - from there it just happens - I lead you into my erotic world.

I cuff you, arms behind your back. My riding crop caresses your cheek. Your blouse is unbuttoned to the third button, revealing the swell of your firm white breast, the flesh creamy, untouched by the sun, fresh. I open your blouse with the riding crop, brush your flesh with the soft calf skin fob. I walk around you slowly, you take in my jodhpers, riding boots, my form fitting polo shirt shows my broad shoulders and chest. I smell of horse and sweat. I smell like a frightening dream. I Caress the back of your neck with the crop, lifting your silken hair. I imagine my hand around your slim neck and my manhood hardens. By the time I am standing in front of you again my hard cock is clearly outlined in the skin tight johpers. 

Slowly I pull open your blouse, buttons skitter across the floor, your breasts fill the cups of your bra perfectly, I lean down and kiss your creamy skin reverently, you can smell me hair, you think to reach out and run yours fingers through it but remember they are cuffed behind your back. I look up at you and smile "Gorgeous, you are simply gorgeous" as I pull the remains of your blouse off your shoulders and down your arms.

The blouse sits at your back, the bra unclips from the front and your boobs tumble out, your bra joins your blouse at your back. I stroke each breast with the crop. watching the nipples swell with the caress of the soft leather. You watch my eyes as I take in the sight of your full breasts, what is it you see there, mischief, lust, cruelty, you shudder inside, not sure how you got in this situation or where it will go. 
We were talking and joking while grooming our horses, I was showing you my collection of leather saddlery, reins, bridles, saddles and a curious collar, too small for a horse, beautifully polished black leather, lustrous, with a small metal loop that you could attach things to. You asked what it was for. I said "here let me show you" next thing you knew I was leading you into the stable.........

I cup your breast in my hand, feeling it's soft weight fill my palm, and leaning down trace a circle round the areola with my tongue. My lips graze the nipple before it fills my mouth, my tongue embraces it like a lost lover, finally found. I suck hard and you wince in pain - crying out.

I look up at your face, a tear trickles down your cheek, I kiss it away. Brushing my fingers through your fine hair. One hand explores your body as I kiss you, fingering your hair, licking your lips, your ear lobes, nibbling them. My exploring hand finds the curve of you bum and gives it a squeeze followed by a slap, you tease in surprise, as a sensual gasp escapes your lips. 

I step back and pulling the crop from my belt, I walk around behind you. "you do have a riders bum, nice and round" - "Thank you master" your reply automatically. "I should think it likes to be ridden as much as I like to ride" - "It is yours master, I will enjoy what ever you do". I lift the blouse to see it better and let it taste the riding crop, "THACK!" You flinch, and I enjoy the slight wobble of your bum even through your tight riding pants. I finesse the shaft of the crop into the cleft between the perfect curve of your bum cheeks. You feel the texture of the plated shaft. It excites you, you feel a fire kindle in your belly, and the liquid fire flows, burns down into your sex.

My hands on your hips, I’m pulling your pants down, all the way to the top of your riding boots, I snap the thong of your black lacy G string. Then pull it down to, lustily watching the throng as it peels from between you fleshy orbs, the lace drops between your legs, the gusset hot and heavy with moisture. The smell of your musk fills my senses and arouses me fully. You hear a rustle of clothing and breath in and out in anticipation. I am pulling down my own pants. 

I step towards you, your hands, cuffed behind your back are the first to feel the heat of my engorged penis, you shiver and gasp as it fills your hands. I push up against your back. Pull you hair away from your neck and kiss it. One hand comes around and grasps your breast pulling you against me, your nipple grows between my fingers. I lick your neck up to you ear lube, I nibble it, then…. my warm breath caresses your ear as I whisper “guide my cock between your bum cheeks” – I flick the riding crop against the front of your pouting pudenda, your inner lips protrude from it slightly. “Do it - my love” .

Reluctantly you stop rubbing the smooth knob of my cock and nestle it between your cheeks, guiding the shaft downward so its length lays between the soft pillows of your flesh. As I push against you your hands feel my testicles and you cup them eagerly. Caressing your ear with my lips I whisper, “We will finish like this – in the same position” my tongue licks the inside of your ear, you swoon and letting go of my balls you press your palms flat against my belly. I bend my knees and my cock slides down against your smooth silky skin, the feeling makes me think of baby powder on soft skin after a shower. Bending more, angling my cock between your legs. Biting your shoulder now, sucking your skin, giving you a love bite, marking you as mine. All this time I have been caressing and tapping your pudenda, the leather fob is slick with the moisture from your labia, the same moisture I now feel on the burning, hot, tip on my cock. I push it further in between your legs, the sweet juices coating the shaft. 
Your legs are close together; your pants are down to your knees so you can’t open them wider. The curves of your bum cheeks meet, as do the folds of your thick outer labia. This forms a beautiful fleshy embrace for my cock. Hot, wet, slippery and tight. I grind my belly against your bum, my cock shaft fully immersed in the folds of your vulva. I can feel the fob of the riding crop on my turgid glans. I slide back and forth, slapping your pudenda with the tip of the crop. The shaft of my cock rubs along your clit, your labia are spread either side, the vein rutted shaft stimulates the opening of your vagina, thick creamy juice flows onto it. 
I push your shoulders “bend down” – “Yessss Master” you hiss, cat like. My cock finds your opening and I thrust in “OOOHHHH” we groan in unison. “Fuck me hard” you whimper - “Master” I correct you “Fuck me hard Master, please I beg you” – “Good girl”. My belly slapping against your bum with each thrust, accompanied by the wet sound as my cock pumping your tight pussy and the sting of the riding crop against your outer thigh. Riding you like a filly down the main straight to the finishing posts. Your boobs hang and swing in time to the grunting hard thrusts, I play with them with my free hands, catching one rubbing the nipple, squeezing, before catching the other and doing the same. 
The sound of my belly slapping against your bum has turned to a wet sticky sound as you juice spreads. I am grunting with each stroke, fucking you hard and fast. So close to cumming, then I remember my promise, the one about how we would finish this........ to be continued

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