The last moan of delight must have been pretty recognizable. In no time, someone turned around and caught us in the act! Slipping down to my own seat, I couldn’t help but think that we had the best entertainment. . and who knows how many others in the audience thought the same!
— M. E., California
Love in the Lav
My boyfriend Tom and I always have wonderful vacations. Not only do we travel to some great destinations, but we have many erotic adventures along the way. On our last trip to the Caribbean, our adventures started on the plane ride to San Juan.
On the plane I was wearing a short skirt and T-shirt with no bra. The anticipation of our vacation was making me especially horny, and I wanted Tom to be as excited as I was. While he was reading I placed a blanket over my lap and removed my panties. I slid them over my feet and showed them to Tom. He closed the book and smiled.
He reached under the blanket and moved his fingers lightly up and down the inside of my thighs. I leaned back in my seat and spread my legs wider. I looked across the aisle to make sure that the attention of the other passengers was still on the movie, and then began to rub my nipples through the fabric of my shirt.
I let out a small gasp as Tom’s fingers brushed my swollen clit. He expertly rubbed my twat and slid his fingers in and out of my hot, wet box. After ten minutes of this I was on the verge of orgasm, but I wanted to come with his huge cock inside of me.
I grabbed Tom’s hands and led him down the aisle to the lavatory. I was so hot that I didn’t care who saw us go in together. We locked the door and exchanged a long, passionate kiss, while I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
Tom’s cock was bulging from the top of his briefs. I released his stiff, nine-inch rod by sliding his briefs to the floor. I knelt down in front of him and opened my lips to accept the swollen, purple head of his cock.
His cock slid in and out of my mouth until I started to taste his precome. I normally like the taste of Tom’s come as it shoots down my throat, but today I wanted him to shoot his load inside my cunt. I was ready to feel his stiff, large dick inside my hot box. I sat on the edge of the counter adjacent to the sink and spread my legs in invitation. I pleaded, “Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me now!”
With one quick thrust, he slid deep inside and began pumping with long, smooth strokes. I moaned softly, and he quickened his pace. I asked him to squeeze my nipples, and he squeezed each of them between his thumb and forefinger. He continued to slide in and out of my dripping pussy.
I could sense that he was getting closer to orgasm and I begged him to pinch my nipples harder. He began to moan as his thrusts became deeper and more powerful. His first shot of come spurting deep inside of me pushed me over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over my body. My contracting pussy muscles squeezed Tom’s cock and milked him of every last drop of semen.
We caught our breath and cleaned ourselves up. As we left the lavatory to return to our seats, a flight attendant gave us a knowing nod and a smile of amusement and envy. This was the first of many adventures on our vacation, but I will write about the others in future letters.
— L. L., Michigan
The Ride of Our Lives
Our trip began early one morning as the sun rose in the Las Vegas sky. My husband and I were reluctantly coming to the end of a fantastic weekend. We rose very early to begin our drive to San Francisco. We put the convertible top down and headed west. I took a short nap and awoke incredibly horny from a hot dream. I glanced over at him and realized that I couldn’t resist the temptation to “christen” our new convertible with this gorgeous man.
I undid my seat belt and reached over to kiss his neck. He smiled, thinking it was just my normal friendly kiss. I continued kissing his neck, moving closer to his ear. I love to lick his ear, because it always provokes a sexy moan. I moved around to his lips and French-kissed him hard. He looked a little surprised, but he definitely did not want me to stop. I began to rub his legs and continued kissing his neck and ears. I could see him growing hard, which made me even hotter. I undid his shorts and took out his cock. I rubbed it slowly and leaned over to get my mouth closer. I love to rub my face all around him-he smells so manly. I tongued his balls, making him groan. I’m big into noisemaking, and hearing him so horny turns me on even more.
I started to suck him softly, moving my tongue all around. As he grew bigger, I sucked harder. Just when I knew he was getting close, he stopped me. He pulled me up and kissed me, whispering, “I want to see you come.” I smiled and leaned back in my seat-he loves to watch me bring myself off. I was already close, so I knew it wouldn’t take long. I slid off my shorts and panties and spread my legs on the dashboard, giving him a good view of my pussy. I started teasing myself with my finger, then I plunged my finger deep inside me. I withdrew it slowly and licked my fingers, savoring the taste of my own juices.
My husband was having a difficult time dividing his attention between what was going on outside the car and what was going on inside the car. I leaned over and let him suck my fingers. I imagined his tongue licking deep inside me, tasting what I had tasted. I spread my lips wide, fully exposing my clit. I began to rub myself, and within minutes I was close to what I knew was going to be an awesome climax. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, moaning as I came and shuddering in the total openness of the convertible.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my husband. His glazed look and the bulge in his shorts told me he had enjoyed my performance. I reached over and slowly stroked his cock while licking his ear. “I’m on the cliff,” he said hoarsely, which is our code for being close to orgasm. I suggested we pull over, so at the next exit, we quickly found a gas station.
I checked the ladies’ room and signaled for him to follow me. I could barely contain myself-I wanted to taste his come. I pulled him into one of the stalls while ripping down his shorts. He sat on the back of the toilet, and I began to suck him hard. I could tell he was close by the size of his dick and the sound of his moans. Just as he seemed ready to explode, a woman entered the rest room. I slowed down my sucking so I could fully enjoy his orgasm. The woman took forever and no doubt wondered why a pair of feet were facing backward in the stall. When she finally left, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, cradled his balls in my other hand, and sucked for all I was worth. He came almost instantly, spurting what seemed like an endless stream of come into my mouth and on my face. I swallowed as much as I could while he groaned wildly. Then I kissed him so he could experience the sweetness of his come. We exited the bathroom just in time to meet the bewildered stare of an older couple in their car. We were on the road again before they figured out what happened. Thoughts of that experience left a permanent smile on our faces.