Chapter 5

He took the "red eye" flight home. There were only three other passengers on the flight, all businessmen, all sound asleep. That left him with three stewardesses. One was named Trixie, a curvaceous young thing with ripe breasts and slender hips. She gave him the two drink limit and promised him a third if he followed her to the front cabin.

It was a midnight flight and he was just another passenger. There was no way Trixie would see him again.

He started to say no. After all, he had just finished fucking the nicest piece of poontang he could remember and his cock was raw and ex­hausted. It hung like a Vienna sausage from his crotch. But a stewardess had never approached him before and his curiosity got the best of him.

"I could use a drink."

"Gin and tonic?" she said, splashing the con­tents of a one shot into a glass drink Trixie held at arm's length, motioning coyly for him to follow her to the bathroom. He did.

First class compartments are bigger and more pleasant than coach. The bathrooms are twice as big, too.

Bob held the gin and tonic while Trixie reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. She caressed him tenderly, massaging life into the flaccid, shriveled shaft. Bob started to grow in Trixie's hands.

He looked for a place to rest the gin and tonic as he wanted both hands free to work Trixie's smiling face back and forth across his prick.

Then he felt a tug on his cock. Trixie was smiling impishly as she held his hard on.

"I'd like the drink," she said. Then tugging on his cock, added, "And stir it, bartender."

It was game time, he thought. He pulled the glass down at his crotch and pushed his dick into the liquid. Bob stirred the contents with his prick.

"Twist of lemon," he said.

Trixie was agitated. She nearly fell off the commode. It was a game between them, one play­ed by grownups. Bob was an expert at games­manship. He stirred the liquid and pulled his cock from the glass. Frightened and trembling, Trixie watched him shoot several drops of pee into the drink and then stir again.

"Drink up," he said, grinning. He had to laugh. Trixie was a silly cunt who tried to embarrass men by being very up front about sex. He knew the type. Trixie was up front about sex without really knowing anything about it. He blamed women's lib for turning a generation of good looking pussy into a bunch of intellectual marshmallows.

"Drink," he ordered again.

Trixie held the glass to her mouth, then, clos­ing her eyes, swallowed the whole thing in three gulps.

No sooner was she finished than Bob had her dress hiked up around her waist. He clawed at her panties. Trixie didn't resist.

She was so excited that she nearly orgasmed when he found the elastic band of her panties and tore them off.

"I feel so strange," she moaned. The tingle in her hole was fantastic. Her cunt was all drippy wet with pungent smelling juice.

Bob wiggled his cock up her thigh and held her by the butt cheeks while he fed dick into her slot.

Trixie closed her eyes and groaned as Bob en­tered her cunt. But his slamming her rump against the compartment wall and fucking her cunt with slam bang strokes brought her eyelids open in a hurry.

"Aaaaahhhh!" she cried. She dug her nails into his shoulders. Her cunt squeezed down on his fuck stick. She pushed her silken mound against his cock, throwing her clitoris against his hard belly like a match against a striker and her body erupted in one orgasm after another.

Trixie came once, then again and again and again. Her cunt never stopped working magic. She was wildly wet and soft as silk and when his prick exploded, she was too exhausted to do anything.

Her cunt sleeve sucked his juice and her butt wig­gled and her hips thrust until he leaked down both sides of her thighs. His come splashed every­where.

Bob groaned, then eased off, letting Trixie drop to the floor and finish her sexual labors by sucking him dry. Her wet, frantic mouth felt sensational around his cock.

Trixie was a goddamn joy! She was a real find. After draining his balls down her throat, he re­moved two one dollar bills from his wallet and stuffed them into her cleavage.

"Thanks for the drink," he said, then walked out of the compartment, leaving Trixie slumped, sperm dripping from her lower lip.

The flight home had been a pleasant surprise. It had been a good trip all the way around, so, stepping off the plane in the wee hours of the morning, he was not ready for the surprise his wife had waiting for him.

He spotted her in the passenger waiting room, her face puffy from crying. There were deep black marks under her eyes, bags caused by sleep­lessness. She ran across the linoleum and threw her arms around Bob.

"Mary has run away!" She broke into tears and cried against Bob's shoulder.