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  As he relaxed on her, his cum wet her thighs, her body ached but she felt wonderful.

  ***

  She woke to find the room growing dark. “We will be lifting off soon,” Jordan whispered in her ear. Still floating in the musky smells, the blissful aftermath of sex, she sighed. She wasn’t ready to give up the erotic warmth of his body against hers, the comfort of those strong hands around her. Still, she had heard that the lift off, the silent ascent of the airship as it left, was something to behold. And they had a lovely week ahead of them.

  “How long until we lift off?” she asked.

  He fumbled for his clothes and found a pocket watch. “About ten minutes.”

  Vanessa kissed his cheek. “Then we’d better get dressed or we will miss it.”

  “We don’t need to miss anything,” Jordan said with a devious grin. “Or give up anything. The lift-off is mostly a PR thing, to be honest. I’ve never understood the draw. You sit and watch the ground below shrink. Half the point is that it is silent. We can see more or less the same thing from right here and have the advantage of being able to watch it naked.”

  “I like your dirty mind,” she said as he led her to the port. As she looked out, trying to see what was going on he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She felt his cock stirring, brushing against her legs. She reached back to take it in her hand.

  Beneath them, the ground suddenly began to pull away. It gave her a slight sense of vertigo as the craft lifted quickly. “It makes one dizzy,” she said. Running her fingers up his cock, enjoying it swelling in her grip. Somehow when not looking at it his shaft felt even bigger.

  “That is the rush that people think is so fascinating,” he said. He spread her legs apart and his hands danced over her body. Her body shook off any sense of being tired, replacing that weakness with arousal. She felt her pussy lips swelling as Jordan’s cock grew in her hand. “There are much better rushes,” he said. “Bend forward, Vanessa, and I will mount you.”

  She released his shaft and bent forward until she could just barely see the lights below shrinking to pinpricks. He distracted her with the much interesting sensation of his engorged prick touching her hungry cunt. The ascent slowed as he entered her.

  “We are flying now,” he said and she focused, trying to stay aware of every inch of him as he slowly penetrated her from behind. She dropped her head further, no longer interested in the flight and obsessed with the slow and delicious movements inside her. He took her steadily, his hands caressing her back.

  The ship suddenly began a roar that quickly settled into a gentle, almost relaxing vibration.

  “The clockwork engines,” he said. “They provide propulsion. If we don’t have strong headwinds, they can push the ship at almost 200 km per hour.”

  “It is getting dark fast,” she said.

  “There is still enough that I can see the gorgeous vision of my cock spreading you open, moving in you,” he said. He touched her then, his finger pressing at the junction of his cock and the folds of her pussy. “This is where we meet.”

  “Wonderful,” she moaned. Her legs grew weak, and she gripped the edge of the port tightly. He seemed to sense her discomfort for he bent over her, grabbing her legs and lifting her. He stayed inside her as he carried her to the bed. In the soft darkness he crawled on the bed, still holding her. Stretching out, he laid them down on their sides. He lifted her top leg, putting her foot down behind his legs and moved his hips up against her pushing in deeper.

  “I want you to come,” he said moving his hand around her waist, his fingers opening her pussy and finding her clitoris. She moaned as he began fondling it while he fucked her. The slow motion of him inside her and the touch of his fingers were driving her crazy. Needing to do something, she pinched her nipples, hard.

  She came then, this time with a gentle and pleasurable tremble - a soft eruption of her passion that unfolded in a smooth wave that she rode to its end.

  He slipped out of her, making her feel empty, but it wasn’t for long Bending her legs upward he knelt by her arse and lifting her filled her once again with his slippery wet shaft. The change in position made him feel totally different. She wanted him to come, to feel him explode inside her and she clamped her legs tightly together contracting her tired cunt muscles around his shaft.

  “Yes,” he cried, squeezing her hip. There seemed no end to his flow of seed and when he finally slipped out her, it leaked out to her thighs, messy and wonderful.

  ***

  Vanessa woke to find that having Jordan in her bed hadn’t been some wonderful dream. He lay beside her. Feeling she needed a shower, she slipped out of bed went into the bathroom. When she came out, he was dressed.

  He gave her a sad look. “I’m afraid I should have been working an hour ago,” he said. “Take an easy day, relax and you will meet Neil at dinner this evening. Things are a bit crazy, but we have the week to go over your plan and Neil’s ideas.”

  She nodded and said “Fine,” but when he kissed her to leave, it didn’t seem that fine. She wanted him again.

  Greedy bitch, she thought. Then, looking at him, feeling her desire for him well up, she said, damn right.

  After he left, as her lust ebbed, she tried to examine her feelings, take stock of them. He was an amazing man and a great lover, but did she feel anything for him but lust? Did that even matter? For the duration of this little trip, at least until she understood her feelings better, she saw nothing wrong with indulging herself. The man was a great fuck, so why not be wonderfully fucked? Did it need to be more than that? Beyond promoting her proposal and listening to Neil’s, she had nothing to do. Fucking this hot man would make the trip much more pleasurable. If they wanted more, time would tell if that was possible.

  When she dressed she decided to see if Sue was ready for breakfast. She cracked the connecting door open and was met with the sight of Sue astride a man. She knelt facing his feet moving her arse up and down as she rode his cock. He lay under her, running his finger in and out of her arse as she moaned. She was clearly enjoying herself far too much to be bothered with breakfast. Vanessa shut the door softly and left them to their fuck.

  Obviously fund raising could be enjoyable work, if you had the right attitude.

  ***

  At dinner that night, Vanessa finally met Neil Warren. He was a dignified young man - hardly the eccentric inventor she expected. Nearly as tall as Jordan, he was rather thin and wiry. She suspected he was stronger than he looked, in that sinewy way of some men, even though his pale skin and thin hair made him look like an academic. What she liked best about him was a glint of humour, a spark of life she saw in his eyes. It suggested an inner man that could be fun to tease to the surface. You keep engaging in dangerous games, she told herself. The idea made her lick her lips. It was a wonderfully hot way to think of yourself.

  She was seated at the table of important people between Jordan and Neil, with Sue notably absent from the table.

  “Sue asked to have dinner sent to her room,” Jordan said. “Dinner for two. She is working hard, I suspect.”

  Under the table, he put his hand on her leg. The dress she wore was fashionably split down the side to bare the right leg and he managed to find his way inside it quickly. His touch sent thrills through her. She knew it was a combination of her body recalling the pleasure he had given her and his animal magnetism. Pure lust, she thought. Nothing wrong with that. She assumed most women would and probably did respond to him eagerly. How could you assess the kind of relationship you might have with a man beyond sex when just being around him made your head spin? She had no practice with men like him.

  Neil spoke softly and she concentrated on what he said, trying to hear him clearly. After all, despite the incredible sex with Jordan, Neil was the reason she was here in the first place, not Jorda
n. Jordan was a sexy bonus--a happy accident. She couldn’t lose her focus, let lust distract her and waste the opportunity.

  A tall woman came in to stand by the door. “The VIPs are feeling neglected,” she said. “The absence of both of the prime players has not gone unnoticed at the Prime Minister’s table.”

  The timing seemed laughable. Jordan was wiggling his fingers in her cunt.

  “I’ll be there,” Jordan said reluctantly.

  “The Prime Minister?” she said.

  Jordan nodded. “One reason we invited you on the trip was that if you dislike Neil’s proposal, we can introduce you to the big players in terms of getting your technology tax put through. You see, on this trip you can only win.”

  The idea made her brain freeze. She never imagined she might have a chance to make her pitch to the highest levels.

  “And now I must attend to him,” Jordan said. He made a face. “Don’t be jealous as I will be bored out of my mind while you will have the chance to speak privately with Neil. Rest assure that my absence is not because I have lost interest in you.” He slipped his fingers from her cunt and touched her face gently. “I intend to demonstrate that later on our trip. Unfortunately duty calls.”

  Vanessa caught the look on the face of the woman who had come in as Jordan rose to go with her. Clearly she was taken with him too. Whether or not he had fucked her, or even was fucking her, Vanessa was certain she wanted him.

  “Polly is the acting cruise director for VIPs,” Neil said when they were alone. He seemed to relax more now that he had her alone. “She has to put up with all their bullshit. I’m not sure I pay her enough for what she puts up with.”

  During dinner, Neil skilfully kept the conversation causal. When she tried to turn him to business he resisted. “Let’s save the business talk for later,” he said. “I want to show you the ship before I make my case,” he said. “It has a bearing on what I want to say.”

  ***

  After an excellent dinner, Neil suggested they begin their tour. “Not everyone can appreciate the wonders of my ship, but I think you will. I’ll do my best to make them obvious.”

  His tone of voice sounded almost mischievous - fun, so she set out optimistically.

  They walked through the ship with him leading her into parts of the ship filled with machinery, places she imagined passengers seldom went. As they passed along a narrow corridor, he said, “The ship has two identical engines, one on either side of us. Both use the magnificent clockwork drive.”

  “Don’t all airships use it?”

  He shook his head. “Scaling the mechanism has been a problem so most are propelled by steam, either directly through thrusters that direct the ship, or through turbines which turn propellers. But steam requires fire, and that is rather a tricky thing to balance in a ship lifted by hydrogen gas, which is highly flammable.”

  She saw that Neil was in love with his machinery. “And you’ve solved the problem?”

  He nodded. “With new alloys and some modifications, yes. And keep that in mind as it has a bearing on our business. The other problem with clockwork mechanisms has been how to wind it whilst in flight. We’ve applied solar power to the task. It is reliable and free. So our propulsion systems run for over twelve hours on a charge and recharging takes four hours. Both engines are charged every day and in unusual conditions we can run for twenty hours.”

  Then he led her to the operating areas, entering a room where men in white uniforms poured over charts and wrote information on a status board. Passing through into the room ahead they stood behind the pilot and stared out into inky darkness. The room was dark except for the glow from instruments. There was an odd beauty of that view, she found.

  “We are about to reach Constantinople,” he said. “Why don’t we go see what that ancient city looks like from up here?”

  ***

  “I designed this ship for my own use. It won’t be used commercially and as I enjoy my privacy I made two of each of what most of what people think of as common rooms...lounges, dining rooms, and viewing rooms. The people in the main section, even the VIPs aren’t aware this private part exists.” He smiled. “So Jordan had dinner with the Prime Minister in the main section while we ate in privacy.”

  “You are quite passionate about your ship,” she said.

  “No, I am passionate about life. I am fascinated by machinery.”

  “Why?”

  He looked into her face. “Propulsion systems are an interesting metaphor for human interaction.”

  “I don’t see that at all,” she laughed as he led her into the deserted viewing room. It was circular with seating arranged around a central viewport. The room was dimly lit; a few small lights provided enough illumination to find seats, which were actually plush cushions. Vanessa sank back into one happily and Neil settled into a cushion behind hers. He pointed down at the viewport and she saw a few random flickers of light.

  “As we make the approach, I want to address your doubts,” he said. “The reality is that propulsion engineers and lovers face much the same challenges.”

  “How in the world do you come to that idea?” she asked. It seemed absurd.

  “The engineer knows that energy, which is needed to make things happen, is found in matter. The challenge is to release that energy. It is important, however, to control the build-up and release of that energy. For it to build, it must be coaxed out and contained for a time.”

  She felt his hand on her legs, brushing her calf and sliding under her dress. He moved close to her and she felt his warm breath on her neck. She had to admit that he was building her energy.

  “The real challenge comes once you begin releasing or generating the heat and energy. It is important that this energy doesn’t just escape or it simply dissipates pointlessly. By containing it and building it to a useful level, it can then be directed.”

  “I am beginning to understand,” she said as his hand moved under her panties. She wondered if she should stop him, but his touch was so enjoyable and the mercenary part of her knew that letting him go ahead would only help her cause. And it certainly wasn’t an onerous thing to let happen. In fact, his fingers felt entirely pleasant as they stroked her pussy. She let out a breath as he spread her pussy lips apart and his fingers began a delicate exploration in search of the source of her heat. She wriggled her hips to increase the pleasure he was giving her. He rolled her toward him and she looked up at him. He smiled as he raised her dress to her waist and worked her panties down her legs. He took a long and lingering look at her pussy before lowering his face to it. As his tongue began to thoroughly map her crevices and taste her moist cunt she shuddered. The heat of his tongue darted here and there, tingling in her vagina then stroking the nib of her clitoris while his fingers took over the task of filling her.

  He brought her to a fevered pitch, devouring her, touching her. Then he rose up on his knees and undid his pants, freeing his cock and stroking it as he lowered himself to her. Hungry to have it inside her, she opened her legs, welcoming him and wrapping her legs around his torso as he penetrated her.

  Moving inside her, his shaft tickling the tender spots that loved to know the attention of a man’s hard cock. Lifting her hips she met his thrusts, wanting him to fuck her harder, and telling him so.

  Responding, he slammed his cock deeper, taking her legs from his waist and forcing them back. She held them for him as he drove into her. And he came inside her; the familiar pulsing of a hard cock delivering its cargo resonated inside her.

  “I think we missed seeing the city,” he said softly.

  She laughed. “Well we didn’t miss anything important.”

  ***

  Although he had spent in her, as they lay together he seemed to still have enough energy for quiet and gentle erotic exploration. He slowly undressed her, then himself. When h
e touched her again the magic in his fingers made her squirm happily on her cushions. Then his lips teased her chin, her throat, and her breasts while his hands played in the wetness of her thighs and cunt. She knew that he controlled her, kept her sufficiently aroused to think of little but the sensations he evoked in her body.

  “Let’s talk business,” he said incongruously.

  “Now?” The timing seemed oddly inappropriate.

  “Yes. I want to briefly tell you the problem I see with your tax and at the moment you are in the right frame of, well call it mind, to appreciate my solution.”

  “Go ahead,” she said, wanting to ignore words and focus on his touching, which happily continued.

  “A tax is problematic. You need a way to objectively determine when something is a new technology or just an innovative application of an existing one. I am an engineer, rather than an inventor, and my ship is largely innovative applications of existing technologies. It might be exempt from your tax. A tax would provide incentive for inventors to move to other countries, which would dampen innovation and encourage a brain drain. Yet I agree with you that technology brings enough to the game that the benefits can and should be shared by society at large.”

  “And what do you suggest?”

  “Encouraging licensing of industrial technologies to companies that develop non-competing products for consumers and use the proceeds for social good.”

  “How would that work?”

  He smiled. “I’m an engineer. I test things with prototypes, so after hearing your talk, Jordan and I set up a company called we call Clockwork Toys. I am the designer and he is the manager and oversees to manufacturing. I assigned the company licenses to my engine designs; the company is using them to make some toys that I think will be incredibly popular. The prototypes look promising. The profits will be equally divided between Sue’s clinics and a series of scholarships for poor children.”

  “Toys? Wind up trains and such?”