Laela sits quietly on the plane, sipping on her third plastic cup of wine, just starting to get a mild buzz in the altitude. The guy next to her is kind of hot and smells good, dark short hair and bushy eyebrows. He is reading Bukowski. She decides whether to flirt or not, its an easy decision really, when the plane lands she has no accommodation arranged and no plans for the next three days.
The conversation flows, Charles is hot and has a crooked smile and an evil glint in his eye, looking right through Laela, playing the game. He has a hotel booked for two nights and while he says he is single Laela is not too sure.
Laela notices the way he looks at her chest, summing up her body and ordering a drink for them both. There hands brush against each other in the narrow confines of the plane. There is energy and buzzing.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure." Laela replies.
The plane lands and he helps her with her carry on bag, her only bag. They end up at a bar, the hot tropical air of Darwin not yet hitting them as they relax and flirt some more.
"Where are you staying?" he asks......
A pause and then with confidence she says "wherever you are..." and he smirks and finishes his drink.
"Come and we will go to my hotel and freshen up before dinner," and she readily agrees, thinking more of a shower than anything else. Charles does not initiate anything in the lift, being respectful and gentlemanly. But she notices him checking out her ass in the mirrored walls. Dirty fucker, Laela thinks, but her horniness betrays her better judgment.
As they enter the room, she takes in the plush carpet and high soft king bed, the big window and small sofa. Nice. She turns to him, "I want to blow you" and she approaches him and drops to her knees. Pulling at his jeans she unzips him and pulls his semi turgid cock out, nice, big, soft and thick, it will do, she thinks. Charles pushes his hands through her short hair as she gives him a long slow deep blow job, not stopping until she feels him buck and moan and his thick thighs tense and his semen pumps out in big gobs and hits her tongue and throat in five or six big jets. She swallows his seed whole, satisfied with the power she has to satisfy a man in this way, feeling her clit throbbing and the slick wetness in her skimpy panties.
"Wow" he exhales and she stands and kisses him deep, she likes that he doesn't recoil at the salty taste of his own cum that lingers on her lips and tongue. His firm hands find her ass and she lets him take control now, it's unusual for Laela to be so forward but she has enjoyed her time with this man and wanted to show her appreciation.
Now his mouth is on her neck and Laela secretly hopes his tongue is capable of getting her off. His hand is reaching up under her skirt and is in the gusset of her panties, finding the wet yearning flesh there. he is gentle but firm and he fingers her expertly, rubbing against the rough folds of her g spot and massaging the walls of her sex.
