"A private ride for two, please."
The guide dressed in a sunny yellow shirt opened the door to the gondola and motioned us inside. A stack of sand bags weighted the base of each of the four portable winches wound with rows and rows of steel cable attached to the gondola suspended underneath the brightly colored hot air balloon. After a brief talk about the basics of tethered ballooning, he secured the basket and signaled the rest of the crew who flipped the switches on the machines. The cables began playing out and the balloon rose slowly and silently into the cloudless summer sky.
When the cables reached their final distance, there was a brief bump and then the balloon was almost completely still. The only motion was a very slight swaying in the early evening breeze. We spent the first few minutes enjoying the silence and taking in the views. Then we turned our attention to each other.
"Wow!" he said as he gave me a quick kiss. "This is the perfect end to a perfect day."
"Ah," I said, "but this isn't the end."
"It isn't?" he said.
"Oh, no. A day as wonderful as this one deserves something a very special ending," I replied. "An ending like this," and I kissed him then. A simple kiss, lips against lips and then a little more. Kisses tasting of powdered sugar and sweet lemons and the magic of the day. A kiss hinting of more to come.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to his, his hand loosening my blue hair ribbon which floated off in the breeze. More kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. Kisses with tongues sliding into mouths held open in invitation. Kisses which left me wanting more, needing more, promising more to come.
His back against the tall, reinforced wicker walls of the gondola, he slid his hands down my body until he was cupping my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his erection through his jeans as he fitted himself into the vee of my thighs.
"You feel so good right now," he said. He kissed down the side of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine when he reached that sensitive spot right above my collarbone. He palmed my breasts and squeezed them together.
"I've been watching these bounce all day, wanting to touch them so fuckin' much," he said as he pulled the straps of my sundress down my shoulders and gently tugged the neckline of my dress until my breasts were bared to the last rays of the blood red sun. Bared, also, to the touch of his hands.
"Wanting to do this," he said and he flicked his thumbs back and forth over my nipples. His hands touched and teased and turned me on so much. I rocked my hips, brushing my pussy against his cock, feeling more of those little shivers. I brought my hands up under his shirt, moving up his chest until I felt his hard nipples. My motions echoed his, my fingers rubbing across them until his own breath was as ragged as mine and he, too, was rocking his hips against mine.
"Now it's my turn to do something I've wanted to do all day," I said. I unfastened his jeans and pulled them open, sliding my hand inside and freeing his cock, before I sank to my knees in front of him. I held the base of his cock in one hand while I worked the other one up and down his cock. I turned my wrist as I stroked him. Up and down, around and around, very, very slowly at first, the movement of my hand barely perceptible.
I parted my lips and tongued the head of his cock. I swirled the tip of my tongue around his cock and dipped it into the slit, tasting the drop of pre-cum. Long, slow licks of my tongue followed by quick little flicks, all the while using my hands to stroke his shaft.
I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. I used my tongue to taste every bit of it as my hand pumped him.
