Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Penultimate Moments – Part II

As the plane settled into the gate and nestled up against the ramp, the passengers, too long in their seats, stood up and stretched in preparation.

Meg pulled her computer case from under the seat in front of her, put on her coat, and grabbed her purse. She was far enough back that it would take time for the rows ahead to clear, but that was fine. It would give her a chance to breathe and clear her mind of thoughts of Philip, but it couldn’t be done. As usual he had overwhelmed her. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew he felt the same. As much as Meg liked to keep her private life private, she was no prude. She enjoyed sex, and all of the games that surrounded it.

Meg had never expected to find a man who would be a willing partner in fulfilling her fantasies. Other men had given lip service to it, but none of them had really enjoyed it. There were so many varieties of sex to experience – even without getting really kinky or introducing toys into the mix – but most of her previous lovers came with sexual baggage. She wanted someone who would throw themselves into sex with abandon. She found that with Philip. He simply enjoyed it, enjoyed her.

The night that she had asked him to tease her was a revelation. He teased her up to and over into an orgasm – using his hands and voice alone. There was no penetration; he simply stroked her until she begged to be taken – to have something inside her, to provide her with relief. The more she begged the more he teased… telling her all the things that he wouldn’t do to her, all the while his fingers hinted at the promise. She was on top of him; he had both hands wrapped around her ass, playing with her. Her hips begged, swaying against his hands. Holding her tightly he prevented her from satisfying herself, yet in the end he couldn’t prevent her and she had come. He held her as the organism overtook her.

Days later she got up the nerve to ask him if he had enjoyed teasing her, his response was enthusiastic. Philip found it amazing that he could bring her to organism like that and from then on he delighted in finding new ways to hold her in suspense. There were times, when he would do nothing but tease her, to see how crazed he could make her. He loved watching her body undulate beneath his hands, responding to his touch, and begging to be taken.

Her thoughts took her through the gate and down to the luggage. She saw him before he saw her. She loved the look of him, tall with broad shoulders, the warmth of his eyes, and his broad welcoming smile that she could never resist. Hanging back for a moment Meg took a deep breath. Philip had no qualms about public displays of affection – she however did. His delight in seeing her always overrode her reluctance. How could she not give in when he wanted her so much? Once she was in his arms, kissing him, the world would slip away and she would no longer care.

She smiled at him, as their eyes met. She walked at her usual brisk pace to meet him. Within moments his arms where around her, and she was being lifted off the ground completely secure in his embrace. As he kissed her, one hand found her ass beneath her coat. The other hand wrapped around her back, holding her to him. She gave into his kiss. It warmed her from lips to toes and she answered every sensation and returned every touch. Time fell away and she had no idea how long they kissed, forever or a moment. It was all the same to her.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches Penultimate Moments – Part I

Penultimate Moments – Part I

He chuckled, “what’s your seat number?”

“13D.”

“I’m starting too like that number. It isn’t that unlucky, you always do get here eventually…. Remember hitting the room that one night in Memphis? My plane was late; you arrived on a different flight?”

“Yes…” she remembered, when she had entered the room with the key that he had hid behind the garbage can on the 13th floor, he had surprised her.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Soft music played in the background and before she had a chance to take it all in he came out of the bedroom and without a saying a word, picked her up and kissed her. She always hated being picked up, and yet she couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than being held in his arms. When he put her down, he had gone down on his knees and laid his head against her tummy.

Lifting her shirt, he began kissing it over and over again. She felt drunk, and again he had melted all of the travel stress away.

“I kissed your tummy, and then your nipples…. Remember?”

“Yes…. But not here…” she pleaded, the memory of his hand moving behind her back, pushing her breast closer to him, and watching him take her nipple into his mouth. She opened her eyes wide and focused on the plane, her fellow travelers, anything to stop the throbbing between her legs. Her nipples contracted hard and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body struggling with the memory of his mouth on hers, she wanted to give in, and yet she was in a plane full of people. Granted most of those people were too engrossed in their own thoughts and frustrations to notice. Still Meg wanted not to flush, not to give anything away, but his words had done their work, and Meg was warm, moist and afraid that at any moment she would start dripping down her thigh.

“Not now…” she pleaded.

“Why not?” He teased her. “Remember the feel of my mouth on your breast, my tongue licking your nipple until it stood out hard?”

“Yes… how can I forget?”

“I picked you up in my arms and took you to bed.”

She sighed with the memory and closed her eyes hoping no one was looking at her. Her face always betrayed her when he did this. These naughty phone calls had become a regular part of their existence. Once, when she was traveling with family, she had tried to find someplace to talk in the hotel without being overheard. It hadn’t worked very well. The hotel was full of families and even the staircase was no escape. There she was, weak, flushed and wet, and mothers with their pre-teen daughters were walking past. The stench of their disapproval had sent her back to the bar. There she could listen, even if she couldn’t participate.

“You picked me up like I weighted nothing.” She remembered.

“Twenty pounds, not an ounce more.”

“Philip, we’re moving.”

He whooped, “I’ll meet you at baggage claim.”