Lori is either still sleeping next to me--all sprawled out, pretty little bottom poking up on the bed--or she's faking it. Either way... God, she is way, way beyond fucking adorable! I kiss each of her sweetly rounded lower cheeks before I reluctantly cover those up with the blanket. I kiss one of her rosy upper cheeks... she smiles and mumbles something. It could be "love you too!"
Jesus. Dennis had given her to me--his number one Pixie--and his current lover, as a reward for my closing a 1B+ euro deal. "She's still my 'unclothed, leased property' for another three weeks; enjoy her." He shrugged and picked up a business call.
Cold bastard. I was the Executive Sales Director when Dennis took over his father's $100M+ firm when the old bastard kicked it. I was the only one of six top execs who didn't cut and run. And I was still there when the rat bastard had his first billion dollar year.
Can you tell I love the guy?
Last night, I made the fatal mistake of looking directly into Lori's eyes as she came. That was a double whammy. A woman in the blissful throes of an orgasm that you initiated... that is the most wondrous sight in this whole candy bar galaxy. But then... Lori's deep violet eyes. God. Dennis was right: they're like violet laser beams that peer deep inside your soul.
I am fucking in love with the boss's girl!
But... I, as they say, digress.
I'm really supposed to be writing up the first time I saw Lori, and what happened on Big D's private plane. Why? Because Lori asked me to. She looked at me with those eyes that she can apparently switch into any mode... that time, it was gentle pleading. We men are idiots and we all know it. What we still aren't prepared for... we expect to get ourselves lost in the next hot woman's hot vagina... we are still somehow totally unprepared when we get lost in their eyes.
The nude German flight attendant let me know the limo was pulling up. Well: she did have a dark blue scarf around her neck and matching high heels. And blue earrings? I think so.
"You probably do not want to miss this, Mr. Rich."
Her name was Inga or Greta and she had long braided hair that ran down her spine to the top of her ass. She was a bit muscular and small-titted but I really didn't care. I had her several times on some long boring flights, and I still hadn't run out of ways to creatively use her tight but remarkably flexible body.
The main door was open as the stairs were still attached. We watched a pretty and very leggy brunette emerge from the limo. She hesitated, then she tossed her flip-flops into the back seat. As she headed straight toward us on the tarmac, we could see her regretting going barefoot. She was practically running on tippy-toes to get to the cool metal stairs and off the hot, hard surface.
As she climbed the stairs, staring up at us, I took in her legs as the wind whipped her short sundress around. They were un-fucking believable; the legs of a stocking and garter model or a 1960's miniskirted pantyhose model.
She was one step down. She looked to me and I got my first glimpse of her eyes. Wow: I'm sure the remnants of many a poor man's soul were still trapped in those eyes.
"Should I lose this little thing out here?" She was fingering the top buttons. She looked the naked flight attendant over. "I do understand that clothing is not allowed for female employees..."
"Or on merchandise," I countered.
She looked straight at me. "Thank you for reminding me that I should consider myself nothing but unclothed merchandise."
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. This seemingly sweet little thing could be... dangerous.
Buttons came undone quickly. She shrugged her way out of the flowery garment. At first, it crumpled to the stairs, then a gust of wind lifted it up into the air. It finally blew somewhere under the fuselage.
We all watched that sundress's windward journey, especially the now-naked girl. That was the last piece of clothing that would touch her sweet, creamy body for three months.
The beautiful naked brunette shrugged.
"Permission to come aboard, sir?" She smiled at me and god damn. How can I resist a fucking naked smile like that?
"Pretty little things who are displaying tits and pussy of your quality are always welcome aboard." I was deliberately being a macho sexist pig--admittedly not a stretch for me--to see her reaction.
She pursed her lips. "That's good to know; guess I'll hafta always keep those particular things on display." She stepped inside and shook my hand, then Inga's or Greta's.
(I'm calling her Inga from now on--fewer letters and I'm a one-finger typist.)
Inga welcomed her and asked me if I would be kind enough to escort Miss Lori to the seating area. I took Miss Lori's hand as I watched Miss Inga's ass retreat into the cockpit.
"Do you know why men love asses--even in tight skirts and jeans?"
"I'm sure you'll tell me." Lori had such a smooth, pretty, professional-sounding voice.
"Because we're always picturing that slitted mound hanging down in between: that's how you know: women were designed for rear entry."
"Are you an expert at that?"
"Not really." We were at our seating area, which was three seats facing three seats, a table in-between, a window to our right. There were more normal airplane seats farther back, on the way to the lounge.
I took both her hands in mine. I looked her over front view then I had her turn around for me.
"I'm not into rear entry;" I informed her, staring at her rear, "I still tend to fall in love with pretty faces."
We were still holding hands when I had her turn back to me. We kissed. It was a nice kiss.
"Wow; where did that come from?" I asked. We continued the hand-holding as I was continuing to soak her naked body in.
"I like you... you remind me of Dennis."
"Ah... yes."
I helped the nude brunette into her seat. What a view I had!
"The two of you must be something together."
"Oh yes; we are 'two wild and crazy guys!' Lori didn't get the reference, but she smiled anyway. Naked and smiling and seated next me... my eyes were already getting a workout. Once we were safely aloft, my hands would be next.
"I think I hear--" I started.
Inga appeared, walking towards us like a stark naked fashion model. Her nude body always seemed to have a golden glow; her nipples were hard and pointy as small-titted girls often are; her pubic hair was a dark blonde triangle that started halfway up to her belly and gradually narrowed until it got to the happy meeting place of her poked-out clitoral glans and her very neatly arranged inner lips.
"We're ready for takeoff. Does she need help with her seatbelt? Oh my dear: this is your first nude flight? Let me help: mustn't be too tight on that pretty tummy!"
Inga was making such a fuss over my naked companion 'cause that was her work persona; her specialty was girl-on-girl action. I shared a few drinks with her on a long weather delay. She told me she only "did girls" when she was bored. Inga was truly a "penile enhancement specialist" in her private life. Through "carefully controlled vaginal insertions," nearly all men could last longer--and get longer.
Her German accent somehow made it all sound perfectly logical--and my insertions into her vagina had definitely helped me.
Inga marveled over Lori's twin rows of fur that went from mid-slit to hood top.
"It is like... landing lights to guide the plane to here!" Inga patted Lori's frontal opening. "You are a sweet girl: a natural nude--you will do fine." Then she kissed her smack on the lips.
Lori watched as her new nude fan sauntered away to her jump seat, nearer the front of the plane. Inga strapped her own naked self in, then she stretched out her open legs in our general direction.
As the plane started moving, Lori reached out and found my hand. She closed her eyes and held it tight. I did not get the sense that she was frightened at all; rather, she had just won one of us over and now she was working on me.
As the plane was moving, I did not take in the lovely views of Teterboro N. J. out my window. I continued instead to take in the long, lean but gently rounded legs and body of Miss Naked Lori.
What was I seeing? Combine the cute, sweet roundness of Miss Amy Adams in her prime; add in the more angular legginess of Ann Hathaway: stir, mixing well.
Then, I at last could see what Central Pink would do to get Miss Lori the astounding $400,000 in fees she was due for leasing herself out. They would start out getting her nude modeling jobs, then she would be "discovered" by a Hollywood producer who was also a CPI client. He was already putting out mainstream movies in which certain big-time female stars were boldly showing it all off full frontal. Add Lori into the mix as some additional nude eye candy.
When our private jet finally took off, Lori opened her eyes and gazed into mine. We kissed again but this time my hands were squeezing her 34Bs and flicking her permanently hard-button nips. Not my most memorable takeoff--I once climaxed inside a hot little Japanese girl strapped in above me the second the wheels were airborne--but still very nice.
"I have a present for you." I reached into my jacket pocket as the plane leveled off, the NYC skyline below.
I came out with a bracelet: silver on one side, pink strips on the side of her inner wrist.
"What does this... signify?"
I smirked. "We very crudely call it 'pink pussy,' as we're not yet allowed to turn your pussy red with our penises."
I showed Lori the gaps in the pink-tinted leather. "Pictures of your face, and your vulva, will go here. It will be your only form of I.D."
"Yes: oddly I'm not bringing a passport..."
"Additionally oddly, your visa and your right-to-work papers will all be very correctly filed. It's something to think about: you'll be naked with no identification if you ever try to... go wandering."
"Why would I ever want to leave what sounds like Paradise?" Lori stretched out as much as she could with the seat belt on. For some reason, I looked straight ahead and began stroking her legs. She sighed. I had access to nearly all of her naked body, and yet I craved to get to know her legs by feel alone.
"We are almost at cruising, over the Atlantic. Soon, I will take you and Inga back to the lounge and I will decide how to please myself with you.
