I hope everyone is enjoying my little
series. I’ve just finished the third installment of my Lucy Ward Adventures and
I had to break it into two parts. Enjoy Part 1.
Cheers! See everyone soon for Part 2.
Lucy's
In-Flight Entertainment: Part 1
The limo door opened casting a fresh glow
of sunshine into the dark interior. My
mind was a bit numb from the two maybe three glasses of wine. A large palm reached inside beckoning me to
leave the safety of the limo. I reached
over and grasped the dry palm of Mr. Smythe as he pulled me gently out of the
leather interior. My eyes squinted and I
wobbled a bit to balance my strappy high heels on the tarmac asphalt. Mr. Smythe released my hand.
“Thank you Mr. Smythe, I believe I had one
glass of wine too many during the ride to the airport.”
A giggle escaped, breaking the solemn
expression of my flushed features.
Another giggle filled the space as I
brushed my pricey skirt that I bought on-line a year ago. Leather was always in style and at 75% off I
couldn’t resist. The crisp white top
tucked neatly in the leather waist band was also smoothed over as I leaned
against the door and winked at Mr. Smythe’s twinkling eyes.
“All ready Miss Ward?” he nodded, a slice
of a hovering grin just about peaked against his smooth lips.
For an older man, Mr. Smythe was actually
pretty damn cool.
I nodded, “More than you know, Mr.
Smythe.”
With a subtle gesture he ushered me
forward and motioned to use his elbow to steady my tad wobbly gait as I strode
across the surprisingly smooth surface of the tarmac. My mouth dropped before I could snap it shut
when I saw the sleek contours of a Lear jet waiting patiently for me. I was flying the only way to fly, by private
jet. Oh yeah.
The deep chuckle beside me and a light tap
against my hand that was unconsciously clawing into an expensive suit had me
ease the sudden awe and apprehension that was churning inside my gut. I blinked and shook my head.
“Yes, Miss Ward, the private jet is for
you. Our employer takes great pleasure
with his employee’s needs and eight hours on a commercial jet even in First
Class isn’t an option for him. So,
please enjoy your flight, the crew has exceptional references and are eager to
please.”
The sly wink and cheeky grin had me blink
back my shock. I grinned and wagged my
finger at the solemn Mr. Smythe.
“Don’t worry Mr. Smythe. I’m sure I’ll
enjoy the in-flight movie and the beverage cart.” I added my own wicked wink and gentle bump of
my hips against his side. I sashayed my
ample ass that bumped and grind beneath the chocolate brown of my super sexy
leather skirt. Ooh yeah, I was ready for
anything. And from the subtle directions
of my Mr. Smythe I was in for an amazing first time flight.
As I approached the mystery of the
darkened alcove my palms felt the telltale slickness of nervous sweat. Sure, I was excited, even overwhelmed. And this flight was my first ever. The sharp click of my heels reverberated
through my body. I paused and glanced
over my shoulder before raising my hand and giving Mr Smythe a tentative wave
goodbye.
Nodding his grey head the elderly man
winked and bowed before turning and walked back to the limo to fetch the rest
of my luggage. A soft clearing of a
throat turned my attention from the old man and drew my gaze to a willowy
brunet who was clearly gorgeous and decked out in a form fitted uniform that in
one word was delicious.
“Oh my,” I mumbled.
I couldn’t help wander my green eyed gaze
over the slender limbs and generous curves that were blatantly feminine. Deep chocolate eyes twinkled as her curious
wandering eyes silently groped my stirring arousal.
“Miss Ward?” The soft accent, clearly
British sent tingles of awareness that shot straight to my pussy. There was something about an accent, any
accent that screamed yummy good sex.
“Yeah, that’s me. But please just call me,
Lucy.”
“It’s pleasure to meet you, Lucy. Please, we will be shortly under way as soon
as your luggage is safely stored.”
She smiled, showing small pearly white
teeth surrounded by lush crimson stained lips.
Her mouth widened as she stepped back and graciously waved me into the
jaw dropping elegance and wealth of the private jet. My nipples hardened as I continued to ascend
the metal stairs. My eyes never wavered from the intensity her twinkling
delicious brown depths offered.
The vivid image of those pouty red
cushions hovering over my now aching nubs was powerful and entirely
naughty. No doubt other salacious
immoral images would crowd inside my head and it was inevitable that I was going
to be flat on my back sometime during the eight hour flight. Miss Penelope Crane oozed the kind of sexy
feminine awareness that bottled nicely in her small frame but highly sensual
aura. I returned her smile and reached out my hand for a friendly greeting.
What was appropriate or not didn’t occur
to me, just the profound need to touch her skin. Her gentle floral scent of summer filled my
lungs and the super smooth softness of her palms tightening in a friendly grip.
“I’m looking forward to the flight. This will be my first time in a plane.”
“Well, we can only hope that as crew of
this flight we make your first flight a memorable flight.” Penelope tilted her
elegantly coiffed head before her slow wink caused a rush of heat fill my cheeks
and a delightful dampness in my panties.
As I walked into the elegant interior of
the jet I murmured over my shoulder before taking a flirtatious glance.
“I can’t wait for the in-flight
entertainment.”
* * *
I was stretched beyond what I had experienced in
the past. There was so much cock stuffed
inside me that I felt each thrust burrowing into my soul. And with each slick wetness that dripped from
my aching hungry cunt, my orgasm built until I was quivering from the fantastic
sex that was happening to me. I moaned
deep and guttural digging my nails into the sinewy strength of muscle that
covered the limbs of the one of the sexiest co-pilot I have ever seen.
I should have remembered his name but from
the moment I entered the lavish jet and was seated by that sexy bitch Penelope
Crane I was in lust over load.
“You’re so tight,” he gasped, shaking his
light brown hair.
Tiny drops of sweat sprinkled on my face
and chest as he shoved deeper into me.
My legs were draped over his broad shoulders as he folded me into a
pretzel on the soft leather chair. The
sharp wet sounds of my pussy being pounded nearly tipped me over the edge. I
groaned deep shaking my head from the intense pleasure that was brimming
through my entire body. That delicious deep heat that filled my core caused my
cunt to quiver as my orgasm slammed into my willing body. I arched and screamed clawing into the broad
back as Mr. Fucking-Gorgeous roared out his release.
I moaned, squeezing my inner walls
absorbing the eruption of seed that filled my insides. Delicate quivers shook my body as my pussy
greedily drank in the co-pilots hot pungent spunk. I watched as the man hovering over my body
squeezed his eyes shut from his release as I marvelled at the vision of raw
pleasure fill his too handsome features.
A guttural groan had him pulling away and easing his softening cock from
my well-used and totally satisfied pussy.
Bright white teeth curved into a plush
sensuous mouth. I grinned as he leaned
forward and brushed a soft kiss over my swollen mouth. He pulled away with a wink.
“You my dear have been the best lay I’ve
had in a very long time.”
I grinned as I sat up and demurely reached
for my scattered clothing.
“Now, you’re just being polite since you
just fucked me.”
His deep low chuckle and light caress to
my naked shoulder as he trailed slender fingers to the curve of my full breast
made me moan. He tweaked my hard nipples
before pulling away. I watched through
the tangle of my auburn hair as he fixed his rumpled uniform.
“I must be getting back to the cockpit,”
his light tawny eye winking, “but I’m sure to let the Captain know that our
guest is well satisfied with the flight so far?”
I paused in pulling on my skirt and gave
him a cheeky grin. The slick wetness of
our mixed juices that were sliding down my inner thighs and that unique scent
of sex had me quirking a brow.
“Perhaps the Captain should see how well
satisfied I am for himself?”
The light haired co-pilot threw back his
head and filled the cabin with deep laughter.
“You are incorrigible, Lucy. First, our lovely Penelope and now me, it
seems you’re insatiable.”
“You have no idea,” I giggled feeling that
familiar pulse of horny need fill my insides again.
“Well, my lady, it would be rude if you
didn’t get a proper visit with Captain Stavros.
He has a formidable personality.”
A dark chuckle eased out of my throat,
“Then, I’m looking forward to meeting Captain Stavros.”
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