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Clouds (22 July 2005)

To my left is the small window, and beyond it banks and wisps of cloud. To my right, my traveling companion, looking mischievous, and beyond her a tan, nervous young blond reading a book.
My companion and I stare at each other and smile. We do that whenever we have the chance, and the chances do not come often. Most frequently when we are flying, strapped into adjacent seats, surrounded only by anonymous strangers, eye-candy flight attendants, and clouds.
She has twisted to face me as much as she can, feigning cold and sleep beneath the blanket provided by a stewardess with a knowing look. I shift to face her more completely, my knowing hand stealing under the blanket, past her open cardigan, to tweak a long hard bare nipple, to stroke the skin of her concealed breasts, to imagine sucking them. Her knowing hand moves too beneath the blanket, the dance of the knowing hands, perhaps I shall commission music, to squeeze my erection through my pants. Less daring than her, I have not unzipped my fly or otherwise risked exposure, but the feel of her hand through the denim is none-the-less exquisite. I am very very hard, and think about coming. Which would thrill her. There is something about me coming in my pants that drives her quite mad with passion.

But no, not yet, I can drive her mad in other ways, slip my hand down, beneath the denim skirt, where she is soft and warm, pliant and inviting, inviting my finger up inside she gasps. I look around, the few people I can see do not admit to hearing. Still, I am the cautious one, withdraw my finger, whisper to her, God she has gorgeous ears, "You keep making noise like that, and I will have to spank you later."
She turns my head, kisses me, tongue flicking into my mouth, my eyes pointed directly at the breasts of the tan, nervous young blond reading a book. They are lovely breasts, wonderfully encased in some orangeish space-age material, almost threatening to break free. My companion releases me. "How was that?" she whispers, giving my cock a hard little squeeze.
I feign ignorance "The kiss?"
She squeezes again "kissing me and staring at her breasts".
"Not bad" I respond smiling, kissing her again.
The dinger dings. Announcements are made. Trays are folded and locked, seats are returned to their upright position. Under the blanket we hold hands, give silent thanks for two hours of controlled teasing, pray for a safe landing, for an uneventful trip to the hotel.
Our wishes come true. The room is more than sixty stories up. A bed, a couch, an expanse of floor, a large window, and beyond it, banks and wisps of cloud.
I drop my bags, start to unpack, watch my companion shrug off her sweater, release her skirt, stand naked before the clouds. My God what lines she has, of leg, of ass, of hip, of breast when she turns, of back, of neck, of hair. I stand behind her. Pull her hair aside. Kiss her neck. Hands running up her sides, around her front, cloud-side, to her breasts, nipples still hard from flying, down to her hips, controlling, ass rolling, back against my still hard cock, back arched, legs parted, fingers again where they were when flying, inside, the gasp, this time, I smack, as promised, her ass.
Her head turns, we kiss deep, she moans, leans forward, sinks to the floor before me, I sink with her, falling with style to all fours, me kneeling behind her, hands, again on hips, we face forward, into the future, into the sky, I enter her, again she gasps, again, I smack, thrust, she strains forward, threatening to break free of the window, naked, in the clouds, we plunge, together, forward, back, red, straining, breathing, hard, hard, wet, ready, together, together, forward, out, back, out, into the clouds, into the sky, flying, coming, coming, swaying, flying, one, one with the clouds, one with each other, now. Forever. Now. Forever. Now. Forever. Now. Amen.

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