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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 21 Jul 2006 2 comments
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Well now. Thanks to the fabulously kind and thoughtful words I have had on here, I did something that 'makes sense' but I dont feel too good about. I checked Allen out. Yes, he does work where he says he does. No he isnt married and never has been. I know it was the sensible thing to do to check him out thoroughly, (kind of mistrustful, some of you will no doubt say, and I do feel a bit cheap for having done it, but in this world, caution is a good thing.)

I've been on a lot of early shifts and havent managed to get to see him for a few days, until today, that is. I went round to his London flat unexpectedly. He was home, and very happy to see me. We didnt talk. Not for the first hour and a half anyway. Allen undressed me so sensuously that by the time he got to my panties I was soaked. He knows exactly where to touch, to brush against to arouse me. I thought I would do the same to him, so retaining my panties only, I began to undress him.,...slowly, very VERY slowly. By the time I got to his underpants he was fully erect. I eased them down and gently took him into my mouth. He really, I mean REALLY likes me sucking him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth but he had other ideas this time. He gently led me onto the couch and sat me back on it. Then, with my knees wide, he knelt before me and entered me so slowly that I was practically begging him to put it in all the way. Talk about a tease!!!!! He fucked me with gentle, almost undetectable movements. I found that I could even sense his breathing in my clit as he held himself almost motionless inside me. The beating of his heart was palpable deep in my pussy. We stayed like that, joined, for about ten minutes. I was screaming to be fucked hard. The thought occurred to me that maybe he wasnt into the sort of rough sex that I like so much. That thought stuck in my mind and just hung there, like a stall waiting for that final knot of airspeed to drop away. He had only ever taken me with kindness and supreme sensitivity. I know I need it hard and rough sometimes too so I plucked up my courage and, while nibbling his ear and breathing into it I said."Allen, I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me through the back of this couch. Shag my brains out." I had no sooner got these words out of my mouth that he really gave it to me hard. He was totally unrestrained and he did exactly what I had asked. Again, though, he didnt let himself cum in me until I begged him to.

Later in the afternoon, we talked and talked about our past. I told him about WL, and that I have found myself to be a really sexual person, thanks to the generosity of spirit of the people in here. (I hope you agree!) And he told me about his various postings in the world, three of which were in the Middle East, and one in Thailand. He told me that his brother and sister were both in terribly unhappy marriages, and that he had made a promise to himself never to get involved with a woman unless he felt that it was right for him. I got braver and asked him if he had ever fucked a girl in the ass. He said that he had not and that it was something he would love to try. He said that there are many things in his fantasy life that he would like. Of course, I could feel myself wetting up again and I asked him what they were. He said he wanted to try outdoor sex, anal, watersports, and bondage, but that he would never dream of asking a girl to do that unless he loved her. My response was careful, very VERY careful. I told him that they were my fantasies too and that one day, maybe if he felt it was right we could do them. He walked across to me and took my face in his hands and kissed me. (I almost cummed again at that point) He looked into my eyes and said that he was in love with me, that he felt we had known each other forever. Then we talked about the difference between making love and fucking, he said that there is a place in life for both, but that "Only people in love should trust each other enough to "fuck"'. By this point I was horny again, and I sucked my cunt juices off his prick as I brought him to hardness again. I pushed two fingers into myself as I sucked him, and brought his cum and my wetness to my ass, so that when I turned around on the couch, I could reach behind me and guide him into my ass. Again, he entered me really slowly and carefully. Every moan I gave he asked me if I was ok and should he stop? I told him that if I needed him to stop I would say so. (I didnt think for a moment he could stop though) Again, I thought I would see what this wonderful man is really like, so I waited until he was fully inside me and asked if we could stop. (I know, bloody mean of me wasnt it.) You know, he didnt even hesitate. He withdrew immediately. I made some excuse about a momentary cramp and asked him to put it back. And so I realised one of his fantasies on that lovely leather couch. He fucked me in the ass with the skill and tenderness of,,, of what? I dont know the words. He even told me when he felt close and asked if he should pull out. (No fucking WAY did I want his to do that.) So I told him to cum in my ass.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lying in his bed talking and fucking and making love.
There's no doubt in my mind. I am totally in love. I hope that I have got this man right. No, I dont "hope", I am sure.I told him also that I like women. He asked me loads and loads of questions about this. He seemed genuinely interested and asked some pretty deep and sensitive things. The one thing he didnt ask, (which I was expecting) was if he could watch. I find myself really unsure about if he can really accept what a slut I am. I certainly would not lie to either him or myself. I love sex in all its forms. If he really does love me, this is something he will have to accept. I cant stand duplicity, and I certainly dont intend to talk myself out of what I have found I like. Finally, we shared a bath together which ended with him asking me if I would pee on him. ( I think that took some real courage. For him to ask, I mean.)

Oh, an interesting spin off of all this. The eight line captains I have flown with since meeting this man have commented how accurate my flying is. (I am conceited enough to say that I think I am a pretty damn good pilot anyway) But they have commented that I seem to be very relaxed and very VERY on the money. Who knows, I may make the youngest female Captain in the fleet!

Well, don't worry. I wont bore you all by nagging on and on about how all this develops. One thing I do know is that without you beautiful people in here, I would never in a million years have developed into the sensual person I am now. I wont go on, but from time to time, I will write a story or two if you like.

Love to all

Chrissy