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  My hungry eyes followed her around the room as she provided tips and instructions to the others in the class as they adjusted their harnesses. My body tingled in anticipation as she slowly approached me and reached for the clasp between my legs. This time she leaned toward me and whispered, “Did I forget to mention that I’m going to fuck you senseless as we fall out of the sky?” Her tongue grazed my ear as she yanked the buckle against my already throbbing clit.

  “Jesus.” I grabbed the edge of the table to keep from falling. She definitely had me right where she wanted me and right where I wanted to be. One more comment or touch and I might come right where I stood.

  She cast me a seductive smile. “No, you can call me Carmen.”

  *

  I was the only woman in the dressing room and was just stepping into my jumpsuit when I felt someone behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was, and I held my breath as she stepped closer. Warm breath tickled my neck as strong fingers moved through my hair. “Is there anything specific you want to experience?”

  Her voice caressed my skin. It was soft and low and held just enough of a Jamaican accent to make it extraordinarily sexy. Of course, it could have been the fact that I was already so hot that her reading a nursery rhyme would make me come. “Besides your hands on my tits and your fingers in my pussy?” I leaned into her and rubbed my ass against her. “Oh yeah, don’t forget you’re going to fuck me senseless.” Her sharp intake of breath and moan told me she was looking forward to it as much as I.

  She started moving in rhythm with my ass and gathered me closer. Strong arms came around me and large hands wrapped around my breasts. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to fuck you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you stepped into my line. You took one look at me and knew I could make you come like you’ve never come before.” One hand drifted down and circled in for a landing on my hard clit. “You want the thrill of a stranger’s hands on you. Anonymous sex in a foreign country. No complications, no regrets, and no inhibitions because we will never see each other again.”

  My hips bucked in invitation, but she didn’t move any closer. She laughed sensuously as she nibbled on my neck. “Oh yes, I know exactly what you want and I’m going to give it to you. You are going to scream with desire and come so hard your body will explode. And then you’ll go home and tell all your friends what a wonderful time you had in my country. Am I right?”

  I found my voice somewhere between my throbbing clit and the electric pulses shooting through my body from the fingers tugging on my nipple. One simple word was all I needed. “Yes.”

  She stepped away and I felt cool where her body had pressed against me but was on fire where her hands had been. I shuddered at the loss of contact, and her fingers teased my skin as she pulled the jumpsuit up my arms and over my shoulders. This time when she leaned toward me, she didn’t allow our bodies to touch.

  “Don’t be late.”

  As she walked away I realized I was definitely going to enjoy being the teacher’s pet.

  *

  God only knows how I finished dressing and managed to find the plane that held the stranger who had me so tightly wound I could come at any moment. My clit throbbed with each step and my evident desire had seeped through my undies long ago. My nipples rubbed against the coarse fabric of the jumpsuit, my legs were shaking, and I couldn’t get to the plane fast enough.

  I joined my fellow enthusiasts and boarded the small plane. She was waiting for us, and when I stepped inside she licked her lips and drilled me with eyes filled with lust. “Ready?”

  “Are you?” I countered with my best come fuck me look, surprising myself because I didn’t know I even had a come fuck me look.

  “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. Like she would. Hesitate, that is. I was the one going on the ride of my life.

  Her eyes raked my body. “You know we only have about seven minutes until we’re on the ground?”

  The phrase seven minutes in heaven jumped into my sex-starved brain. The effects of age had caught up with me; as best as I could remember, it usually took me much, much longer than that to come. I might not be the sharpest tack in the box, but today I knew that would definitely not be the case. Her eyes flew to my chest as I took a deep breath.

  “Not a problem.” I could feel her eyes on my ass as I moved on shaking legs toward an empty seat.

  *

  The vibration of the plane only brought me closer to orgasm as we taxied down the runway. My unpolished fingernails dug into my palms and I tore my eyes away from simmering black ones. I knew I was dangerously close to coming, and since I hadn’t been blessed with the multiorgasm gene, that would be a disaster. I forced myself to think about the items accumulating in my in-box and the mail piling up inside my front door while I was on my vacation. Thankfully my ascent to orgasm didn’t match the climb to our jumping altitude.

  She unbuckled her seat belt and stood, signaling to us to do the same. I bit my tongue as my hands reached for the buckle that was pressing against my pussy. One wrong move, one millimeter of increased pressure, and I was a goner.

  Mission accomplished, I stepped behind the last man in line. My mouth started to water as I imagined the strong hands that were manipulating the controls on the door in control of my body. A deafening roar filled the plane when the door opened, and my libido plunged when I realized what I was about to do. The minutes ticked by like hours as I waited my turn to step onto the black rubber mat that was the last firm thing I would stand on before the seven minutes of free fall.

  After the other students had all jumped, she turned to me. The wind whipping through the open door made conversation impossible and she signaled me to step closer. Being a compliant kind of girl, I obeyed. I noticed her hands shaking as she completed the pre-jump check of my harness. She stepped behind me, and I was so scared I was barely aware as she reached around, securing our bodies together. A thumbs-up appeared before my eyes and I mirrored her actions, noticing the complete contrast in not only the color of our hands, but the size. Before I could notice anything else, we were out the door.

  The deafening noise in the plane followed us out the door. The force of the wind slapped me in the face like a bucket of cold water, jolting me out of my fright. I blinked a few times, grateful for the protective goggles I wore, and what I saw took my breath away. The ground below was a pattern of shades of green that were the most vivid colors I had ever seen. I didn’t get much opportunity to savor the view before I became aware of my zipper inching open.

  One of the things that I had noticed when I donned the jumpsuit was the two-way zipper that ran the entire length of my torso. It opened from both the top and the bottom, and right now the instructor’s hands were moving the bottom zipper northward. I arched my back as she had instructed us to, providing her with another four inches to open. My clit came to life and began to beat in direct competition with my heart as we fell a hundred feet per second toward the hard earth below.

  The cold air hitting my body was quickly replaced by her large, warm hand. Its sister was busy opening the top zipper, and before I knew it I had one hand on my pussy and one squeezing my breast. The sensation of free-falling both literally and figuratively was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I moaned. She responded by tweaking my hard nipple, and her fingers dipped into my pussy.

  She expertly used her fingers to explore, unconcerned that we were quickly approaching the point where the FAA recommended we slow our ascent. My eyes rolled back in my head at the first touch on my clit. She obviously felt my reaction, because her fingers quickly moved away to less sensitive areas. I felt her fingers approaching the opening that few had ventured into in the past few years, and as she paused at the port of entry, she screamed, “Pull the cord!”

  That scared the crap out of me, jolting me back to reality, and I grasped blindly for the bright red handle that would save my life. It slid easily out of the enclosure at the same instant her fingers entered me. T
he jolt of the chute opening slammed her palm against my clit, and I unexpectedly came hard in her hand.

  Suddenly there was nothing but silence—and the aftereffect of my orgasm ringing in my ears. I blinked several times as I became aware of my surroundings. I took stock of my body and determined that everything was present and accounted for, and much to my delight two additional hands had obviously found a home inside my jumpsuit.

  “That was the first one.”

  Warm breath tickled my ear an instant before her tongue entered. The way she said it and the resulting chill that ran down my spine left little doubt that I wasn’t finished. The only response I was capable of came from between my legs, and her hand was filled with the juices of my expectation.

  “That’s right. I’m not finished with you yet,” she murmured into my ear as her fingers started moving again. Her tongue quickly mimicked their cadence, darting in and out of my ear in slow rhythmic pulses. I clenched my legs to savor the feeling, and her chuckle joined the wet sounds of her tongue.

  “You are so wet,” she purred like a satisfied lion. “Your pussy is warm and soft in all the right places.” Her fingers continued their exploration, coming closer and closer to where I needed them to be. My hips arched in anticipation.

  Somehow I was able to enjoy the view as I kept falling, in more ways than one. However, it did nothing to match the view that formed behind my eyelids as her hands continued to move against me.

  “Do you like the feel of my fingers on your pussy? Do you like it when I stroke you like this? Do you like it when I make little circles like this? How about when I rub you long and hard, touching you from the back all the way to the front? Or do you prefer light little flicks?” Her voice was husky and clear and her questions rhetorical as she described what her magic fingers were doing to me.

  She had explored almost every millimeter of my pussy, and my clit was crying out to not be left out of the attention. I timed her teasing strokes, and at just the right instant my hand closed over hers and two sets of fingers pressed my throbbing clit. Like a dancer, she followed my practiced motions, and only a few seconds later the world exploded behind my eyes once again.

  “That’s it, baby. Show me what you need. Show me with my fingers on your pussy what you like. There is nothing more hot than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it.” Her words surprised me. Not that she said them, but that they were true. I was touching myself in ways I only did in the privacy of my bedroom. My inhibitions fell out of the sky with us, and I was overcome with a feeling of freedom I had never experienced before.

  My hand continued to guide hers, and the more she talked the bolder I got. “Oh, man, that feels good. That’s it. Show me. Show me how you like it.” I did as I was told—she was the instructor, after all. “Your clit is getting hard again. I feel your pulse beating on my fingertip. God, that feels good.”

  Even though her fingers were on my pussy, I instinctively knew that she was getting as hot as I was. I felt pressure against my ass and quickly realized that her other hand had left my breast and moved to her crotch. The thought of her mimicking my motions was all I needed for number three.

  Explosions rocketed through my body as each second passed. I recovered quickly, wanting to have a little piece of the sky myself. My hand still clenched the rip cord and I let go, my fingers tingling to touch something more enjoyable. I reached behind me with both hands and quickly found a zipper. I slid it up, and in an instant my hand was inside. She wore men’s boxers and my fingers slid easily inside and met hot, smooth flesh. Her body jerked at the contact, and I knew I had found my mark.

  She changed the stroking on my pussy in such a way that I knew what she was doing was what she wanted done to her. Ever the astute student, I did exactly as my teacher showed me and was rewarded with a gush of warm Jamaican juice. My hand was at an awkward angle, but I was not going to let a little pain stop me from having what I wanted. Her hips ground against me as the pressure of our fingers increased. She slid one finger into me, and I quickly followed with two of my own. In and out we went, slowly at first, teasing each other as if to say I can last longer than you. We both lied.

  Unintelligible words filled my ear as hot wetness overflowed into my hand. Amazingly, the pulses of our orgasms matched beat for beat as we floated back and forth across the sky. I wasn’t sure if I had numbers four, five and six or the biggest single orgasm of my life. It started in my toes and didn’t stop until it blew out my mouth in a scream. I was still convulsing when insistent words pierced my muddled brain.

  “We’re getting close,” she said as she pointed to the rapidly approaching landing zone. “As much as I’d like to do that again, we need to pull it together before everybody on the ground knows exactly what we’ve been doing.”

  I had certainly lost all sense of propriety in the last seven minutes but was still enough of a prude not to want my fellow students to see my current state of disarray. It was bad enough that anyone with any sense would be able to see that I had that just fucked look all over my face. I laughed. There was something different yet closely related that I wanted all over my face, and I shuddered when I thought about it. The wetness on my fingers reminded me that I was in possession of a substitute, albeit a poor one.

  My hand cramped as I slowly withdrew it from the warm place I knew I’d never visit again. It was almost a sad parting, and I quickly brought my fingers up to my nose and inhaled the deep musky fragrance of the woman still firmly secured to my back. As I was memorizing her scent, she removed her hand and reluctantly moved our zippers back to their pre-fuck locations.

  This time when she spoke, it was quick and all business as she gave me instructions on our landing.

  Forty-five seconds later I was back on the ground, struggling to remain upright as the wind pulled our downed chute in the opposite direction. She released our tether and I was once again alone. With a parting glance filled with passion, lust, and just a little bit of cocky accomplishment, she gathered up our chute. The group that had previously exhibited sheer terror was now abuzz with excitement. As I watched from a few feet away I saw that she had everyone’s attention, but none had hers like I had for nine thousand feet.

  With one last knowing smile I turned and walked toward the hangar, knowing that I would never again be the woman I was before I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane.

  Trucking

  Cheri Crystal

  Rule number one: Keep the femme happy and life is good.

  “No way. You just got home. Let someone else go.”

  Gwen was taking my news a lot worse than I expected. Lately she seemed edgy, going off at the slightest provocation. But even when she was angry, I couldn’t resist Gwen in her skimpy black waitress uniform pulled tight across her well-formed breasts. The little white apron hugged her narrow waist and the short skirt showed off her impossibly long legs. It took all my strength not to take her right then and there, but I knew from experience when to back off.

  “It’s good money, babe. Just a week more and I promise I’ll be home longer.”

  I was working like a dog and I was hardly ever home, but I was a woman on a mission. I had to get through the means to make it to the end.

  “Tomorrow’s our anniversary.” Gwen’s pout had the power to bring me to my knees even though I’d known her for most of my life.

  I pulled her full hips close and licked the cherry gloss right off her sensuous lips. “Hmm. You taste so good.” Her body relaxed in my arms.

  “Stay, then. Please, baby.”

  I loved when she begged, but I had almost enough money saved for a surprise trip to Australia and New Zealand. We were in dire need of a second honeymoon and I was going all out, taking a month off and sparing no expense. I hoped it’d put the light back in Gwen’s eyes.

  “I’d love to, but you know I gotta work.” I deepened my kiss and started unbuttoning the top of her uniform. I sighed at the first glimpse of sheer black lace barely covering he
r porcelain skin. Her nipples hardened as I brushed her bra with the backs of my fingers.

  “I can’t now. I have to leave for my shift.” Gwen took a step back.

  “A few minutes,” I moaned and eased her bra up over her breasts. She held me off with her hands, then pushed me away. It was my turn to pout.

  “Can’t. You’re not the only one with a job, you know.” Gwen straightened her uniform and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles. “The diner’s a zoo now that Sylvia’s gone, and Mary’s out on sick leave.”

  “Aw shit. I’ll be gone a week.” I didn’t start out as a trucker but the pay and benefits were better than my last job as an auto mechanic. Trucking did have its perks, though. I enjoyed the scenery, the freedom, and, at times, the solitude, but the traveling wreaked havoc on my marriage.

  I fetched my jacket from the closet, pulled the printout of my route from a pocket, and handed it to her. “Here’s where I’ll be, give or take, depending on traffic and the size of the cargo we have to load.”

  “Be careful.”

  “I love you. Miss you, mucho.”

  “I know. Me too.” Gwen kissed my cheek and called out, “Happy anniversary,” as she turned to leave.

  I watched her pull the Jeep out of the driveway, shook off the ache in my heart, and headed to the dock. Once there, I rigged my truck, helped load her up, and in less than fifteen minutes I completed the pre-trip inspection. As soon as I was on my way with nearly forty thousand pounds in my sixty-foot rig, the adrenaline rush kicked in. Religiously, I kissed my fingers and placed them on the picture of Gwen that I had plastered on the dash.

  I listened to the weather report and then turned up the volume on the local station to tune out the other truckers on the CB—obviously they were just as horny as I was, and I really didn’t need the reminders. It had been a while since Gwen and I did the nasty, and I was about to die from sexual frustration.