Chapter 2
The alarm clock woke her with a start. It said six-thirty, and any other day she would have shut it off and rolled back over. Getting up early in the morning, was not something that Brenda had ever gotten used to, or had been able to manage. She was definitely a late morning, or even early afternoon riser.
But today was something special. She had gone to sleep with the thought of Florida and freedom burning into her brain. She had dreamed about balmy beaches and surf, and when she awoke, it was the first thought that she had.
She jumped out of bed like she had been shot from a cannon. In no time she was dressed, having laid everything out the night before. She wore a smart summer suit, which showed her body off to its best advantage.
She grabbed her purse, and buzzed to the doorman to come up and get her bags. In no time at all, she was out, into a cab, and fleeing for the airport.
She had a couple of hours before her plane left, but she loved airports, and sitting around watching all of the interesting people scurrying here and there, coming or going from one place or another.
She thought that it would be more fun to sit out there and people-watch, than to sit in her apartment. Everything was taken care of, so she had the time.
She paid the cabbie, and after checking her bags with the airlines, and making sure that her reservation and ticket were in order, she headed for the first-class lounge.
It was a private room, only admitting those passengers who were carrying first-class tickets. She hadn't flown a whole lot in her short life, but she always insisted on going first-class when she did.
It was that extra little touch that always turned her on. She knew she had a yen for the better things in life, and that was why she had saved money so desperately the past two years, and now was ready to embark on a business adventure of her own, along with Elsie of course.
She ordered eggs and ham, being starved from not eating the day before. That last day on the job had been very taxing for her, in a lot of ways.
The result was that she had forgotten, or just not felt like eating all day. She was actually a little weak, as she sat there by herself, waiting for the waitress to bring her the nourishing morning meal.
"Is this seat taken Miss?"
She looked up and before her, was just about the handsomest young man she had ever seen in her life.
Living out in the street for the past two years, Brenda had seen, and for that matter had-just about every type of male that there was in existence. A guy had to be pretty incredible-looking to attract her attention nowadays-and this guy had it all.
He was tall, about six-feet-two inches, and had long straight blond hair. His skin was dark brown, and Brenda thought that he must come from somewhere in the south. No one up here had a tan like that during February.
He was wearing a bleached out pair of dungarees, and from the look of the sizeable bulge in the crotch, he was packing some huge piece of meat between his muscular thighs.
He had on a tight nylon T-shirt, which showed off his muscular upper-body to its fullest advantage. He must have worked out a lot to get that body, she thought to herself, staring at him with her mouth partly opened in anxiety, frozen in a state of physical excitement.
"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" the handsome young man repeated, holding a small suitcase in one hand, and a newspaper in the other.
"Oh, I'm sorry. No, please, sit down," Brenda said. The tables were sort of cafeteria style, and it was perfectly in order for the man to want to sit with her, for no other reason than a place to eat his breakfast.
Brenda looked around, and was surprised to see that most of the other tables had a seat or two vacant in them likewise, meaning that the man must have wanted to sit with her particularly.
Brenda had made her career out of being picked up, but was surprised at herself, that this man was doing it, or attempting to do it, and was creating an entirely different feeling inside of her than she had previously encountered.
"I hope I'm not intruding," the young blond stud went on, after sitting down and placing the newspaper and bag that he was carrying on the floor by his feet. "My plane doesn't leave for an hour, and I thought it would be nice to talk to you, if you have a little time that is?"
Again Brenda was dumbfounded. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she had a lump in her throat. What was it about this guy that was turning her on so very much. She had had thousands of men, young as well as old, and had thought that by now she was fairly well able to handle anything very coolly, very professionally.
But this guy had kind of swept her off her feet, and had her suspended somewhere out of gravity's reach. It was a funny feeling that was running through her body, and her head was spinning.
"My plane is in an hour also," Brenda finally managed to say, "and I would be happy to chat with you. Have you had breakfast?"
"No. Have you ordered?"
"Yes, I just did. Oh, here she comes," Brenda said, seeing a pretty little waitress heading her way, with a tray full of the goodies that Brenda had ordered.
"I'll have the same as the young lady," the blonde stud said to the waitress, as she was laying Brenda's breakfast out onto the table in front of her.
"Very well sir," the waitress said, flashing the handsome young man a huge smile, and perhaps hesitating just a little too long to be a coincidence at the table.
Brenda realized that this man could certainly win the heart of practically any lady that he chose, he was that handsome.
It wasn't just his looks, either. It was the way that he handled himself. Brenda would always tell a lot about a person, just by the way that they said a few words, even hello.
This particular guy had generated so much warmth and magnitude, that she had been flipped out-something that a man hadn't done to her for a very long time.
"Well then, my name is Alan," the blue-eyed young man said, extending his large hand towards Brenda."
Brenda put her tiny hand in his, and let it get lost as he closed his warm flesh around her palm. "Mine is Brenda," she spit out, stuttering a little bit as she felt the warmth of the man squeezing her hand quite firmly.
"That's a pretty name," he said.
This was a corny line, that Brenda had heard a million times, always from guys that wanted to plow their rusty cocks into her love hole. But this time it was different. There was something unmistakably genuine in his voice, something that she could not help but noticing.
"Thank you," she said, smiling up at him widely, finally pulling her hand out of his. She felt a twitch in her pussy, which was the last and most definite signal that she was more than just simply attracted to this handsome stranger.
"Where are you going?" Brenda asked him, trying to get her thoughts together, so that she would be able to carry on a normal conversation with this man who was fucking up her sense of direction and energy.
"To Florida, and you?"
"Funny coincidence, so am I, " Brenda said, her heart beginning to beat even more than it already was, which was quite a bit.
"You aren't taking the Eastern flight 342 by any chance are you," the man said, staring at her intensely.
"Yes Alan, I am. Gee, that's great," Brenda let slip out, exposing her true feelings in words, if they weren't already being exposed by her staring and her actions since he had joined her.
"Well, then we can travel down together," Alan said, suddenly seeming to come alive.
Alan was a playboy, if there ever was one.
Coming from a very rich family in Miami, he had never had to work for anything in his life. His father had made millions cleverly playing the stock market, and there was nothing that he couldn't have if he didn't want it.
He had flings with all of the prissy socialite young ladies of Georgia and Florida, and most of the rest of the other states for that matter. But, there was something about this radiant girl with the green eyes and long jet-black hair that was flipping him out.
He could tell from the way that she was staring at him, that the feeling was mutual, and this only added to make him more and more nervous. He hoped that he could contain his usual cool, but had his doubts.
"Yes, that would be nice," Brenda answered him, staring into his eyes, and now being positive that he was interested in her more than just as someone to chat with during a trip.
The waitress returned to the table, carrying Alan's breakfast, one identical to the one that Brenda had ordered. Alan smiled at the waitress, and it obviously upset her slightly. Alan had a magnetism about him, that just sent shocks through most women, whether he intended them or not.
Brenda caught the flash, but it didn't bother her. One thing Brenda had pretty much under, was idiotic feelings such as jealousy, and resentment. She had far passed that stage of adolescent behavior.
She was incredibly attracted to Alan, and had already gone off on all sorts of fantasy adventures in her head about seeing him, and being in bed with him, falling in love with him, etc.
But she knew that all of this was just games of the mind, and that since she had met the man, jealousy would be stupid to even enter her conscious mind.
They started eating their breakfast together, talking about this and that. Brenda let Alan do most of the talking, finding it fascinating to learn all about him.
Money wasn't really a startling thing for Brenda to comprehend. She had been living pretty nicely the past year or so in her lush East-Side apartment, and had always had just about everything she wanted.
What now with the new business and all starting up in rich Miami Florida, she knew that things could only be getting better and better.
Sure, it was exciting to hear Alan talk to his father, and the wealth that he possessed, but it didn't impress Brenda that much at all.
Of course, Alan was in no way trying to impress her. He was just answering her questions about himself, where he came from, his background and all.
He found it a little strange to see that Brenda, when asked about herself, was most secretive. Sure, Brenda would say things about her general existence, where she was from, and that she had been living in and around New York City for the past couple of years.
However, when Alan zeroed in on a particular specific point about Brenda, she would coyly avoid any mention of her real profession, and anything else relating to it.
"Why are you going to Florida?" Alan persisted, determined to learn as much about this alluring female as he could in the time that was allowed him.
"Well, I've bought a house with a friend, and I'm just going to take it easy for awhile," she answered him, again being somewhat vague.
Alan gave up, for the moment, forgetting to find out any particular details about Brenda. He knew that if he was lucky enough to get to know her, she would let it all come out when the time was right.
Whatever information he had found out about the exciting stranger with the incredibly big tits (something that he had noticed when; he had first entered the first-class lounge), was enough to make him want to find out more.
Brenda was feeling a little bad. After all, Alan had been completely open about all of his past life, and she hadn't. However, she liked Alan a lot, right from the start, and didn't want to tell him anything that would scare him away.
Of course, she thought that more than likely they wouldn't see each other after the flight, but why spoil a nice few hours, that they could have together, by telling him that she had been a hooker for the last couple of years.
Many times Brenda had gone out on dates with guys, not working ones that is, and as soon as she let them know what her line of work was, they took off faster than a jack rabbit running from a farmer's gun.
There was something special about Alan, and Brenda didn't want that same thing to occur with him. Therefore, she continued her silence about her private life.
Their flight was finally called, after another hour or so of chatting about this and that, and drinking several more cups of delicious coffee.
"That's us," Alan said, getting up and holding the chair for Brenda.
This gentlemanly treatment, always got to Brenda. She hated chauvinists, and all that they stood for, but still liked a door opened for her sometimes, or a chair removed from her way as Alan was doing now.
"Thank you Alan," she said, giving him a big smile, which for Alan, was more than enough thanks. Of course he had the biggest urge to reach out and grab hold of her tits and pull them into his hot yearning mouth, but he withheld his temptation, hoping that a chance for all of this would come after they got to Miami. They boarded the plane, and chose a seat way near the back. Alan gave the window seat to Brenda, having flown about as many times as he had been in a car, and not getting much of a charge out of it.
It was still a relatively new experience for Brenda, and she was always excited as hell whenever she got inside of a large airplane.
The motors roared, they fastened their belts, and in a few minutes were hundreds of feet off the ground, heading away from cold dirty New York City, and onward to sunny, balmy Florida. Alan tried once or twice on the trip down to get at some of the more personal facts about the beautiful young woman he had fortunately met in the first-class lounge, but Brenda was as determined to remain a mystery, as he was to find out things about her.
Once again, Alan gave up this pursuit. But he only did so after he had given Brenda his name and address, and had her promise that she would call him as soon as she got settled.
Brenda refused to give him her address, not wanting him to pop over unexpectedly, and find out what she was doing with her friend Elsie.
Brenda was a little disappointed in herself, for getting involved in this masquerade. But, there was something very special about Alan, and the way that she felt about him almost immediately, that made her not want to take any chances in scaring him off, before she even had a chance to enjoy his beautiful body in bed together with herself.
She had promised him that she would call him as soon as she got settled, and that was exactly what she planned on doing. He lived right in Miami Beach, at his parents estate, and she knew that it was only a few miles from where her house was. It would be easy, and there was no immediate necessity for giving him her address. It was a drag, she knew that, but it was going to have to be that way-at least for the time being.
They were in the air for about a half-hour, when all of a sudden, Alan could contain himself no longer. He reached over, and gently rested his warm firm hand on Brenda's thigh.
She didn't jump at all, but squirmed a little bit in her seat as the warmth of his hand seemed to penetrate her body like bolts of lightening.
She was anything but shy around men, and immediately returned the action, by placing her own tiny milk-white palm on top of Alan's muscular leg, which was encased in his tight faded blue-jeans.
Alan did jump, and was a little surprised at her action. But, of course he was in no way disappointed. He knew that he had a hot little number on his hands now, and wanted to fuck her all the more.
As he began to knead her flesh, toying with her sensations as he rubbed the top of her leg, letting his hand slip further and further up her thigh towards her love nest, Brenda did the same to Alan.
She started squeezing his muscular leg, and couldn't help but notice the immediate increase in the already large bulge in the crotch of Alan's tight-fitting jeans.
The more that this little hand game continued, the more the handsome couple wanted to tear into one another. The excitement of having to contain themselves, being in a public vehicle and all, made it all the more intriguing, for both of them.
Alan was indeed shocked, to find out that it was Brenda, who was the first to really get daring. She suddenly slid her hand all the way up to his crotch, and placed it firmly over the huge throbbing bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
He twitched as her tiny little hand dug into his cloth-encased pecker, kneading it, feeling it, exploring its size and dimension.
"I knew that it was large, and I bet it is just as beautiful," Brenda said, staring a head, but devoting her every thought and action to the bulge in Alan's pants. Alan, not wanting to be outdone or left behind, slid his own hand up to Brenda's crotch, and was surprised to find that the front of her suit was a little wet. Obviously she was creaming slightly from the excitement that they were generating in one another. This feeling of moisture flipped Alan out of his head. He wanted to tear into her right there in the seat of the airplane, and it was all he could do to hold himself back.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Brenda," he panted at the beautiful girl who was stealing his heart, and making his prick throb mercilessly in his tight jeans, "want to do something daring?"
"If it means a way to feel your body more than I'm doing now," Brenda said, considerably short of breath herself, "then I'm all for it."
"Follow me, and just go along with whatever I do," Alan said with a considerable amount of assurity in his voice, which made Brenda trust him completely.
He took his hand from her lap, and undid his seat belt getting up into the aisle. Brenda quickly did the same thing, not stopping to think exactly where he might be leading her, or just what it was that he had in mind that was daring and exciting, to bring them closer together. She just followed blindly, letting him lead the way in his won sure smooth style.
Alan was being driven on by the insatiable desire to get his hands on Brenda. He had wanted to grab her big knockers and her bubbly-looking ass ever since her first laid eyes on the beautiful black-haired vixen.
He knew what he was doing was somewhat dangerous, and he supposed that it would be terribly embarrassing if he got caught, but he just had to take the chance.
He led Brenda back into the tiny alcove near the rear of the plane, which held the lavatories. As soon as he slowed up near the entrance to the men's room, Brenda knew exactly what he had in mind.
She knew that it was crazy, and likewise felt she would not like to get caught at this, that is, being caught red-handed in the men's room, but at the same time she was willing to take a chance.
She had to get her hands on Alan's massive chest. She wanted to stick her long fingernails into the tight flesh of his muscular chest. And most important of all, she wanted to taste his huge cock in her hot saliva-filled mouth. Yes, she would follow him into any scheme that would obtain for her one or all of those desires.
Alan opened the men's room door, took an extremely quick look back into the aisle of the airplane, made sure that no one was looking at that particular second, and stepped inside, pulling Brenda in with him quickly.
"You're out of your mind," Brenda giggled quietly, once the door was shut.
"I know," Alan panted, a wide grin from ear to ear. He had amazed himself at his daring, never having done anything of this sort before in his life.
He was a good head taller than Brenda, and he looked down at her with his radiant blue eyes. Brenda looked up at him, and smiled warmly.
He threw his arms around her neck, and drew her close to him. He felt her huge bosoms squash against his massive chest, as he pulled her tighter and tighter into him.
Brenda returned his advances, with a big hug of her own. She threw her arms around his waist. He felt solid and sexy in her arms, and she hugged him with all her might.
Alan was a little surprised at her strength, and her vigor. But, it only added to his desire for her. He hated women who were wishy-washy, and couldn't be hugged hard. He liked a strong woman, but one who was feminine at the same time. It was a combination that was not easy to find, and he knew that it was one of the main reasons why he was so terribly attracted to Brenda. She possessed both of those qualities!
The cubicle of the men's room on the airplane was tremendously small. There was just enough room for them to stand up, with perhaps a small margin remaining for the most minor of maneuvering.
They both knew that they shouldn't be in there together, and that the longer they stayed in there, the more chance of being discovered there would be.
At the same instant, they tore into one another's mouths. Alan shot his long tongue down into Brenda's open and more-than-willing mouth cavity.
She sucked it in, and swirled it around, kissing him fully, warmly, and with the utmost of desire and passion. The kiss lasted a long time. They both were engulfed in getting to know one another in this intimate, exciting way. The first kiss was important to both of them, and they didn't want it to end.
Eventually it was Brenda who broke the kiss, realizing that even though she could have easily just stood there and kissed the exciting stud for "an hour, there were other areas of body to explore, and time was short.
She broke away, and let her hands run down to his buttocks. She squeezed the flesh firmly, and as she had imagined, it was hard and muscular as a rock.
Alan was surprised once again at her aggressiveness, but he loved it. He let his own hands slide down to Brenda's bubbly buttocks, and he grasped her two lovely half-moons of flesh firmly in his large strong hands.
They stood there, grabbing a hold of each other's asses. They started kissing again, even more furiously than before. They both knew that the precious seconds of this little daring escapade were ticking away quickly, and there were not many of them left with which to play with one another.
It was Brenda again, who took the initiative. She undid Alan's zipper, in a fast and expert way, that made Alan wonder just how many zippers she had undone in her short young life. It was true, Brenda had undone many a zipper. She did it quickly, and without fumbling. It was automatic to her, being part of a profession that had paid the rent and bought food for her for the past two years.
Her hand slipped into the tight pair of jeans quickly now, and at once engulfed the throbbing member hidden inside. Alan moaned, perhaps a little bit too loudly, as Brenda squeezed his cock firmly in her long delicate fingers.
She maneuvered the long love pole out of its confining quarters, and had to stand just slightly to the side so that the big thing could stand out in front of Alan.
She glanced down between their tightly pressed bodies and took a long look at the organ she had just freed. It was far more beautiful than she had imagined, and twice as long.
The cock, was at least twelve inches long. It was, without a doubt, just about the biggest cock that Brenda had ever laid eyes on-and she had laid eyes on quite a few cocks!
Wa sting not another second, she somehow managed to squirm down onto her knees, which was some feat in itself. There was barely enough room for one person in this tiny cubicle, let alone two. But Brenda had cock on her mind, and nothing was going to stop her from tasting the beautiful one now exposed only inches away from her.
She lunged forward, engulfing all of it immediately. It was usually her practice to stretch a good blow-job out for a long time, toying with the bulbous cock-head, getting the shaft all slippery with saliva, but in this case, there was no time for any cock foreplay.
She took the entire foot-long cock into her open mouth cavity, engulfing it totally, completely, and sensuously.
Alan gulped as he felt her warm mouth surround his massive shaft. He had received many blow-jobs in his day, but he had never been with a girl who could take all twelve inches of his manhood directly and so effortlessly into her mouth. This girl was something else all right, he thought to himself, as Brenda went to work on him.
In and out on his shaft she went, sucking it furiously, knowing that time was of the essence. She sucked his cock more furiously than she had ever sucked a cock before in her life. She was highly attracted to Alan, and this was another way to show him just how much she longed for him, his body, and his very presence.
It was as if she had known him all her life, she felt that intimate, that close to him. She plowed forward, sucking the strong shaft with a vengeance, as Alan held a hold of the side of the sink, to prevent himself from falling over.
She was overpowering him with her eager sucking, and he was in seventh heaven. Suddenly, he realized that he was being somewhat selfish, and that time was going by too fast.
It took a lot of courage to pull his big prick out of the deliciously warm and still sucking mouth cavity of arduous Brenda, but he did.
He pulled her up to her feet, and planted a long wet kiss on her cock-smelling mouth, just before he squirmed down to take a kneeling position himself. He couldn't work his large frame all the way down, like Brenda had done, so he moved her around so that she was now leaning against the sink as he had been. He picked her up, and sat her down on the edge of the sink, as effortlessly as if someone were picking up a pack of cigarettes.
His strength amazed Brenda, and made her pussy ooze forth with a tiny bit of pre-orgasmic love juice. He went right to work, sliding up the short skirt of her smart suit, and plunging his head into her sweet smelling crotch.
She was wearing a pair of black lace undies, but they had a large hole right in the middle, just over the pussy area. Alan found this a little odd, never having seen it before, but didn't think about it for too long.
He dove his tongue right through the big hole, and sent it flying past her cunt lips, tickling the clit on the way, and shoving it right up into her already sopping-wet love hole.
He tasted her juices on the tip of his tongue, and he slurped them down readily. They were sweet and flavorable. He loved cunt juices, he always had for as long as he could remember.
There was something especially sweet and fragrant about Brenda's, and it drove him out of his mind with desire. He licked on, sucking her pussy, and beginning to make quite audible sex sounds now.
Brenda was too flipped out to stop him. She ms slipping into a sexual state of being, and if Alan had wanted to, he could have taken her out of the tiny cubicle, thrown her down in the aisle of the airplane, and fucked the living shit out of her. She wouldn't have objected, not in the slightest bit.
Brenda began to savagely grab hold of Alan's long blond hair, shoving his face and tongue deeper and deeper into her own crotch. He was quite an expert pussy-licker, and Brenda loved the feeling.
Alan knew that he wanted to shove his big prick into the hole that he was now licking, and that they had already occupied the little men's room for quite a long time. Someone would surely be wanting to use it in a matter of seconds, and he wasn't finished yet.
He squirmed up, and pulled Brenda quickly off the side of the sink, as effortlessly as he had placed her there a few short, but sex-filled moments before.
Brenda knew what was coming, and it was going to be her pussy and Alan's prick.
She braced herself, putting both of her hands firmly on the side of the sink. Alan had to bend his knees just slightly to get his big prick in the right position for entry, but once that was done, he waisted no time in plowing into her.
Brenda felt the huge cock sliking into her sopping pussy. She couldn't believe what it felt like. It was as if someone was shoving a telephone pole up into her.
Now she realized that she had enjoyed many a cock up her hole, and even though she still had a tight pussy, it was easily adaptable to any size dick.
But the length and the width of Alan's pecker was just overwhelming. She moaned out quite loudly as the enormous shaft came barrelling into her hot snatch.
Alan likewise, let out a very audible sigh as he felt the warm soft and wet membranes of Brenda's pussy grab a hold of his big pecker, in a vice-like grip.
Her pussy lubricated his big pecker, and made it easier and easier for him to slide in and out of her. He felt as if he was diving into a pool of warm water, but one that gripped his cock with a vengeance.
The couple were worked up enough over just being together. But the added excitement of where they were, brought on mutual organisms almost instantly.
Like some sort of precision team, they started coming at exactly the same time. Alan began to shoot his hot wad of pent-up come into Brenda's now juicing pussy.
Their love-fluids mixed, and formed a pool of hot erotic juices, sloshing around as Alan's last few strokes took place.
Finally, almost as quickly as the whole thing had begun, it was all over. The realization that they had had sex in the men's room of an airplane, thousands of feet off the ground, suddenly hit the both of them, and they began snickering loudly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Brenda froze, as Alan answered.
"Out in a second old chap," he said, with all of the acting ability of an Oscar nominee.
He pulled his cock quickly out of Brenda, and with a quick peck on each other's lips, they pulled themselves together.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Brenda asked him, a funny little devilish grin on her lips.
"I'll go outside. Wait until you hear me knock three quick times, and then come out."
"But what if there is someone right outside the door waiting to get in, like that man who just knocked?"
"Then I'll pretend I forgot something, and come back in. Don't worry, more than likely he went back to his seat. Most of the time the stewardess doesn't let you block the aisles."
"Okay, leader, go get 'em," Brenda said, not being able to stop her giggling.
Alan stepped outside, and almost immediately, there were three little knocks on the door. Brenda stepped out quickly, to see Alan almost back to his seat. No one had known what had taken place, and just as Brenda jumped back into her own seat, and nestled down beside her handsome new lover, the captain's voice came over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are now starting our descent over Miami, and will be landing in approximately five minutes."