A Coctale for Sherry

I hate to fly. Well not hate really but more of being apprehensive having once been shot down when flying over Viet Nam. I was only there on behalf of my newspaper, me being a journalist, looking for some inside stories from some of the men fighting out there. I had boarded a Grumman OV-1 Mohawk that was going out on a photographic mission along with two other journalists plus the crew. We had taken off from Da Nang and flew north. We were not that far really over North Viet Nam when we were hit by ground fire that took out our starboard engine.

As soon as we had been hit, the pilot sheared off to the right taking us very quickly out over the sea, losing height at the same time. A crewman shouted to us above the noise that it would be better that if we had to ditch, the sea was the best place as there were quite a few friendlies out there to pick us up. As it happened, the pilot managed to keep the plane flying until we could turn back towards land now being below the demarcation line.

It was a harrowing experience that I wouldn't have liked to go through again for we also had to crash land as some of the ground fire had disabled our landing gear. We were lucky to survive that pancake as we bounced several times before coming to a sliding stop with us all still alive and not injured. This memory has stayed with me though I still get a touch of the jitters every time I fly, thinking of what had happened nearly twenty years ago.

I was now a free lance journalist, not tied to any newspaper and I had just spent the last two weeks here in the Bahamas for a rest and the boring part now other than my dislike of flying was that many a day was wasted by spending so much time waiting after checking in to the actually time that the flight was to take off.

We had been called to our departure lounge where we had another long waiting time and I eyed a sweet young thing there and wondered if she would be seated next to me. But alas, no, my luck was out for when we did finally get to board our plane, I found that next me was sat a mid-fortyish woman who was, well, Junoesque I think is the polite word.

She told me her name was Sherry as we chatted and she seemed very nice. I told her that my name was Jerry and I commented on her tan and she confided that she was returning from a vacation at a clothing optional resort in the Bahamas.

Blow My Mind.

Suddenly she looked a lot less matronly and I felt my interest rising and had to wriggle about a bit against the seat belt to make myself more comfortable. I felt the plane begin to taxi as I asked her more about her vacation. She told me that she was a widow and had spent the last two years caring for her husband who finally died of cancer. This was her first vacation in many years due to his illness and on the recommendation of a friend, had chosen Lyon Airlines.

We were interrupted by the Pilot on the intercom where instead of his usual announcement of flight altitude and ETA, he informed us that there was a mechanical problem and that we would be returning to the gate. This made my heart flutter but at least we were still on the ground with this being noticed. By the time we were back at our departure gate, he had told us that the repair would take overnight and that an Airline Representative would meet us at the head of the gateway to arrange transfers or hotel accommodation.

'I hate to fly,' I said to Sherry. 'I am going to ask for a hotel and take a much needed night off and eat a good meal.' She looked at me for a moment as I vented then said. 'That sounds like a good idea. Want company?'

I now took more notice of her, taking in her face first, without a blemish, a cute button nose, a generous mouth with kissable lips, eyes, two of them thank God, light blue with maybe a shade of green and how they twinkled! She had a fairly slim figure and guessed about five eight weighing in around a hundred pounds, fine looking legs that were as sun tanned as her face. All this I took in at a glance and only took a second or two and with my eyes now coming back up to her face, saw that she had a lovely smile too and the eyes twinkled again as she guessed that I had given her a good looking over.

'Sure,' I replied. 'I hate eating alone and to sit opposite such a lovely looking lady would please me no end.'

'Flatterer,' she said still smiling as she unclipped her seat belt and moving out into the aisle. I quickly followed her as we joined the other passengers as we all trooped back off the aircraft and into the departure lounge to take our turn in speaking to the Airline Representative, an attractive young woman that I would have chatted up if it hadn't been for Sherry next to me. I'm damn sure she was a mind reader for she put her arm into mine as if to say to the rep. that this man is mine.

'Yes sir, ma-am? An alternative flight or an hotel for the night?' she asked, noting the look in my eye and the arm of Sherry almost hugging me.

'Hotel please, for the two of us. I'm fed up with this airport already, and would rather have a daylight flight than a night one.'

'Certainly sir,' she said as she wrote of a card and handed it to me. 'The Hilton. There is a bus waiting for those that choose the hotel. Have a pleasant evening.'

'We intend to,' said Sherry, surprising me with her choice of words. We left the terminal and found the hotel's bus waiting in a no parking zone. There were four other people aboard and a few minutes later another two joined us followed by the rep.

'That's it,' she said to the driver and gave us all a wave as she got off and the door was closed with the bus then taking us to the hotel. It didn't take but a few minutes before we were there and were greeted by the hotel staff where we signed in and were given our keys and found that we had adjacent rooms. We took the elevator with the others and found that we were all on the fourth floor.

We stopped by the door of her room.

'Well I'm for a shower though I'll still have to wear what I'm wearing now with my suitcase still on the plane,' she said.

'Meet you down in the bar in, say, twenty minutes?' I said.

'Good idea, I could do with a drink,' she said with a smile as she opened the door and went in. A shower was a good idea for I needed one as well to cool myself down.

I got down to the bar just before Sherry and asked her what she would like to drink. 'A gin and tonic please Jerry.'

'A gin and tonic and a bourbon with ice,' I said to the barman. I took the drinks and led her to a vacant table and sat down, handing her the gin glass.

'Cheers,' she said as we clinked glasses. 'Now tell me something about yourself.'

'Not much to tell,' I began after taking a sip of my drink as she did too. 'I'm a free lance journalist, travelling wherever there might be a story that a newspaper would buy.'

'There can't be much news out here in the Bahamas,' she said.

'There isn't,' I said with a laugh. 'I'm just taking a vacation.'

'Why aren't you home with your wife?' was the question and a look on her face that I couldn't fathom.

'I'm not married. I was once but we got divorced,' I said, hearing a slight bitterness in my voice.

'Why? Any children?' her eyes now showing some sympathy.

'No children. Maybe it was the lack of any with me being away so often. Maybe they would have kept her occupied, but, it never happened and so she left.'

'I'm so sorry,' she said, her hand coming onto my lower arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. 'Let's drink up and have dinner, I'm starving.'

I couldn't agree more and so we quickly finished our drinks and went off to the dining room and were shown to a table for two. With it being dinner, the lighting was low and every table had a candle and a small bowl of flowers in the centre.

'Oooh, this is so romantic,' she smiled back up at me as I held the back of the chair out for her to sit down. I smiled back, glad at being able to sit down for that smile had really turned me on. It had been a long time before I'd had a woman smile at me like that and was glad to be offered the menu to hold up for I was sure that I had gone a little red in the face.

She asked me to order for her and chose the best that I thought that she would like and a bottle of wine to go with what I'd ordered, and it was a lovely meal as was the company. It was a delight to have her sitting opposite me, laughing at my small jokes and anecdotes of my profession. We didn't rush our meal and stayed longer at the table than was normal, not wanting the meal to end. It was only when we noticed that the dining room was almost empty did we realise just how long we had been in there.

I rose up from the table and pulled her chair back and took hold of her hand and we left the dining room. It was a good sign that she didn't let go of my hand as we carried on towards the elevator and waited for the doors to open. She smiled up at me and my heart melted as she then gave my hand a squeeze. The doors slid open and we moved inside and I pressed the button for the fourth floor. Not a word was said on our short lift upwards and with it coming to a stop and the doors opening, we moved out and went along to her room.

She was holding my right hand with her left and she used her right hand to get her door key out of her pocket and opened the door and as it swung open turned to me and spoke in a very low voice.

'The last time I laid with a man was with my husband, four years ago. When was the last time you lay with your wife or any other woman?' she said, and I could see that this was the truth that she told.

'F...four years and that that was with...with my wife,' I stuttered.

'Then I think you have as much a need for me as I have for you,' and her voice went even softer. 'Will you stay the night with me?'

'She...' my throat seeing to be full of stones and I cleared it with a soft and short cough. 'Sherry. You do me an honour, yes,' and she pulled me into her room and pushed the door closed behind her as I took her into my arms and kissed her. Her arms came up round my shoulders and pressed her body up tight to me as we kissed and I could not stop myself from responding at having her body so close up to mine.

'You feel like a big man,' she murmured between our kisses. 'One that I need.'

We moved further into the room going past the bathroom and stopped at the foot of the double bed where I slowly began to undress her. Her blouse was easy enough to undo the front buttons and ease if off from her shoulders letting it fall down her arms for her to slip them out of the sleeves to then cast it aside. The bra she was wearing, white and in stark contrast to the sun tanned flesh above and below. The cups were well filled and my hands went behind to fumble with the clips, it being a long time since I had done this, but managed to unclip them and have the straps fall loose in my hands. I pulled them forward and down over her arms and let the cups fall free and then saw that she had also caught the sun on two perfectly formed breasts, firm and luscious with rosy red nipples dead centre as they should be.

They were that attractive that I couldn't resist in lowering my head and giving a kiss to each nipple, to take that little bud between my lips and have a gently suck to feel each one rise up hard as a nut. If the bottom half was as good as the top, well...... I knew she wasn't wearing stockings and it was easy to release the clip of her skirt to have it fall to her feet revealing that she wore a pair of lace panties. Panties that didn't quite conceal what was between her thighs, a neat bush of pubic hair that was the same colour of the hair on her head, a lovely one at that.

I slowly moved down to my knees, kissing her from her breasts downwards, my tongue weaving a path down past her naval and her stomach until I reached the hem of her panties. My fingers went into the insides of the hem and slowly pulled them down from her hips, revealing her pubic hair until they were clear of her thighs and they whispered their way down her legs that she slowly stepped out of them, her shoes coming off from her feet at the same time.

I rose up from my knees and took her into my arms and we kissed, her naked body pressing again to my clothed body before breaking apart for her to start taking my clothes off. The jacket came off easily before she began unbuttoning my shirt, her hand running up and down my chest her fingers moving through the sparse hairs that I had there. Her fingers tweaked the nipples before she bent her head and kissed them and then finished taking off my shirt.

It didn't take her long to have the waistband of my trousers undone and the zipper pulled down. She knelt down to pull them right down and helped me lift my feet to take them tight off, the side of her face rubbing up against the bulge of my underpants. She smiled up at me as she began to slowly pull them down, feeling my erection being pushed down at the same time until it was free for it to suddenly spring up, catching her under the chin.

She gazed at it for a moment before looking back up at me, a smile on her face and saw her lick her lips before lowering her head and taking the head of my cock into her hot mouth.

'Oh Christ!' I murmured at feeling the heat and of her tongue moving over the bare flesh that she'd uncovered by pushing my foreskin down with her lips as she had taken me inside to a temperature of 98.6 F or 37 Celsius if that is you what you go by. I'm sure that the heat from my cock was far higher considering the way the blood was coursing round it, making it throb and pulsate in keeping with my heart beat that had risen a few notches with where it was. But I didn't want her this way and so gently held her head and pulled out of that lovely mouth that I would rather kiss, which I did when I had gotten her to stand upright. But even having this kiss had our bodies close up to each other, squashing my vibrating cock between us.

I'm sure I had felt her own heart beating quite fast, coming through her breast before I broke of the kiss and eased her backwards until she had no option but to fall back onto the bed. It was only then that I could see the full sun tan that she had acquired during her stay here in the Bahamas as opposed to my own pallid flesh, my last suntan no longer to be seen. She moved herself to the middle of the bed and giving me that lovely smile again, she opened her arms as well as her legs, inviting me into both.

I got onto the bed, my cock swaying with my movement, her eyes flicking down to see it, giving her cause to once again lick her lips and it was into her arms I went first. Lying half on top of her, squashing the breast closest to me and with my hard erection pressed up against her thigh as we kissed again.

'Oh Jerry,' she moaned, breaking off the kissing. 'It's been so long in having a man and you have what I need. Please, no foreplay. Give me what you've got.' I had no argument to this for she was just what I needed too, a woman wanting me as much as I wanted a woman. It only took a moment to shift my position to be between her opened legs and no problem of fumbling or probing for my cock had its own built in radar and homed straight in to its target and I entered the heat of her body once again, but in the right place this time.

She was wet and hungry for a man such as me for I slid in so easily like a hot knife moving through butter and up until our pubes met and I could go no further as her legs came up for her heels to come up past my waist. There had been a gasp from her as I had entered and now there came a big sigh as we became fully enjoined, her vaginal muscles flexing themselves along the whole length of my cock as it throbbed inside her. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long and didn't realise for a moment that she couldn't either for she began to move before me, her hips thrusting up as she began to fuck herself really on my cock and I had only just begun to move when she gave out a muted cry and I felt her body shudder beneath me as she had her orgasm.

It was only with me moving myself in that lovely heat that I really began to appreciate that I was once again having the ultimate union with a women and knew that I wouldn't be able to last long, but then neither could she for when she'd had that orgasm with me being where I was, her fingers had dug into my shoulders, but now I felt them start to rake my back as she got near to a second one. I was coming to my peak too and what with her bucking underneath and me ramming myself in as much as I could get, we both gave out a cry at our mutual release, her fingers now really breaking the skin of my back.

Her thighs were gripping my waist tight as my cock throbbed away as I gave up all of the semen that my balls had been storing up for this moment, my cock pulsating away as every surge of my seed that came up to erupt out of the eye of my penis, sending it to God knows where inside her to fight against the fluids of her orgasm that was coming from the opposite direction.

Our bodies were streaming with sweat and it wasn't just from the warmth of the room as we came to a mutual halt, both breathing heavily, or panting I should say, her shining breasts heaving up to my chest, the tight buds of her nipples seeming to scorch my chest as they moved. Her eyes were wide open and really sparkled in the light of the room and the smile was something to see that was far better than those that I had seen earlier. I'm sure I had a fatuous grin on my face at this pause as her hands then moved and pulled my head down for yet another kiss.

'It's almost sacrilege to say this,' she panted after breaking off the kiss, 'but this has been the best yet. Better than what my husband ever gave me. Oh God,' and I felt her body shake and her head moved from side to side, 'I can't wait until you are ready again.'

'You were wonderful too Sherry,' was all that I could utter, discarding most of the superlatives that my mind wanted me to say, really leaving me rather tongue tied and coming out with that trite response. I struggled with my mind as what else to say and my mouth took over from the brain. 'Never before,' another stupid thought coming into the mind of Churchill's wartime speech, mangling it a little, 'have I had such an experience as you have so generously given to me. I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart.' Trite again, but it had the desired effect for tears came to her eyes and she pulled my head back down for more kisses.

It was several minutes before my mind became conscious enough to realise that my heavy body was fully on top of her, squashing those lovely breasts and also restricting her breathing. I lifted myself up onto my elbows and began to pull out, knowing that my cock was now deflating itself and would have soon slipped out of its own accord. She gave out a little cry as I began to pull myself backwards, feeling her inside muscles flexing themselves like mad, trying to hold me there, but my body won and came out to a rather obscene sucking noise.

I then moved to one side and virtually fell onto my back, my now much deflated cock slapping itself against my thigh before slipping down between my legs, wondering how long would it before I was back up again in a fucking mode. Sherry moved and moved up onto her side and her hand stroked my chest for a few moments before speaking.

'I think you needed that as much as I did,' she said in her soft voice, 'and, well how long do you think before you would be ready again.' Her voice sounding even softer and I wondered at how many different ways did she have in being able to change her voice as she had just done? A moot point, but one to wonder over. Her hand had gone down from my chest as she had spoken and her fingers were now twining themselves through my pubic hairs.

'Now that is a question I cannot answer for it has a mind of its own,' and this made her chuckle, 'but having had a taste of you, I shouldn't be surprised if it wasn't less than half an hour. So till something crops up, tell me something about yourself,' I said.