Flying Threeways

I stepped off the idling bus into the golden sunlight of a warm Mediterranean evening, shouldering my backpack as my eyes scanned the front of the terminal for the closest smoking area. Spotting the telltale cluster of disgruntled, coughing travelers I strolled over, lighting a cigarette and pulling up my ticket on my phone. Just time for a couple quick cigs before checking in. I smoked casually as I looked around watching the myriad of people trail in and out of Barcelona international airport; families with enormous cases and squalling children, business travelers in uncomfortable looking suits with shiny black briefcases that probably held nothing, solo adventurers with unwieldy looking backpacks gazing around in overwhelmed confusion.

My mind rolled back to the previous evening as I smoked, the bar, meeting Luisa, the club, sweaty dancing and too many drinks. These moments played like a cut up reel in my mind, hacked apart by the demon editor, Booze. Until we reached her place, that was mercifully and unmercifully clear.

It had all been going rather well, actually. Turns out Luisa was a certified freak, dropping to her knees and massaging the outline of my cock with her lips whilst rubbing her nipples and moaning as we rode up in the elevator. As soon as we were in the apartment she stripped off and pulled out my cock, slowly teasing my tip, working me expertly with her full red lips, her deep Spanish eyes boring into my soul.

"Mm, you should not be here, I'm a very naughty girl," she purred, her lips tickling the sensitive underside of my tip.

"Oh I bet you are," I groaned. "Does that get you off, baby? Being naughty?"

I cut myself off with a deep groan of pleasure as Luisa took my tip into her mouth and twirled her tongue wildly.

Her lips broke from my cock, "Shh baby, we must be quiet. We don't want to wake them."

I started to ask who "they" might be but was interrupted by Luisa's soft lips gliding down my cock and decided to shelf the question. I planted one hand on Luisa's head and gazed down as she growled lightly and sunk my cock deep into her throat. One hand had slid down to her crotch and she slipped a few fingers inside herself, stroking in time with her bobbing head.

After a few minutes savouring her slow, loving bj I gasped, "Should we take this to the bedroom?"

Luisa's lips slipped from my cock and she hurriedly whispered, "No, not the bedroom, follow me."

She rose quickly from her knees, gave my cock a cheeky tug and pecked me on the lips before turning lightly, her dark, wavey hair spinning behind her, and leading me to a large room that looked like a study. Two walls were lined with ceiling high bookcases, every shelf filled with antique looking, leather bound tomes. A large window took up the third wall, under this a large, equally antique desk and buttoned leather wingback chair was positioned to look out across the vista of the city, sparkling like a jewel next to the inky blackness of the Mediterranean.

Luisa sat on the desk, reclining on her hands and spreading her thighs, revealing her delicious slit. She looked surreal against the backdrop, her naked form silhouetted against the twinkling lights of stars and city.

"Would you taste me, Señor?" she asked coquettishly, running a finger over her moist labia. I gave her a hungry, appreciative grin and sank to my knees before her, breathing in her arousal and feeling myself throb in anticipation as I tore off my clothes.

"I've been dying to taste you since I bought you the first drink," I growled as I dove tongue first between her tanned legs.

We groaned in shared ecstasy as I greedily lapped at her pussy, teasing it with long strokes of my flat tongue, pressing softly then firmly against her trembling cunt. She gasped with satisfaction and I felt her fingers run through my hair as I expertly licked and kissed and sucked at her pussy, feeling her rising excitement in the heat on my face and her clenching fingers in my hair. Before long I could sense an urgency in her, she began humping against my face hard and her thighs gripped my head tight.

"My clit," she gasped in a stifled moan of pleasure. "Suck it, Señor. Suck my clit, por favor." Her voice trembled as she spoke, straining to keep quiet as waves of pleasure raked her body.

I quickly slipped my lips around her clit and sucked it between them, rolling it back and forth whilst my tongue lashed at it and I sucked in time with her growing gasps.

"Yes, Señor, sí, make this naughty girl cum. Oh sí, sí!"

She rubbed her slit furiously across my face, my lips slipped from her clit and roamed over every inch of her pussy, finding just the right spots to keep her trembling, to keep her cumming. I tasted the sharp musk of her juices flowing from deep inside and my brain exploded. I became as mindless as Luisa, just greedily probing her pussy, searching for every drop of that delicious essence.

As Luisa's orgasm subsided, her deathgrip relaxed and she sprawled back on the desk, gently teasing her stiff brown nipples as I kissed her pussy and inner thigh softly, with reverence.

"Dios mio, I haven't been licked like that for..." she panted lightly, thinking. "Let's say too long."

After another few moments of me gently kissing her wet thighs and slit, Lusia sat up slowly and gazed down at me, locking on with those Spanish eyes as her slender fingers slipped into her crotch.

"You've soaked me baby," her fingers tracing the outline of her labia. "Want to feel how wet with that cock?"

I grinned up at her, gave her wet lips a deep, passionate kiss, then rose from my knees, my enormous erection rising from under the desk and laying its length across Luisa's, warm, dripping cunt.

I rubbed it back and forth a little, enjoying the sensation of her warm wetness on the underside of my cock. She gasped lightly as I brushed her clit over and over.

"Ay, Papi don't tease," she whimpered, I laughed and grabbed my cock, slapping it onto her lips over and over.

"Can't wait?" I teased, sliding my tip down from her clit to her eager hole.

"No, Señor, give it to me now," she thrust up against me, my tip slipping in.

We both gasped in simultaneous pleasure and I slowly fed my cock into her waiting hole. I followed her lead, filling her slowly, both of us straining to remain if not silent at least quiet. I figured she didn't want to wake her roommates.

We fucked slowly and passionately, making out under the vista of stars as we savoured every thrust, slowly grinding our sweaty bodies together, building our orgasms, teasing each others nipples, moaning quietly in one anothers ears as the gods of passion took over and we both became their slaves. We fucked the sneaky, silent sex of forbidden lust, biting and sucking every exposed inch of one another, fucking like two shipwrecked sailors in a lifeboat adrift on a sea of stars.

This went on for a long time, changing position occasionally until eventually Luisa was bent over the desk, her pert arse pushed up in the air as thrust into her from behind. Her loudening gasps hooked me back to reality, I could feel her trembling below me and I knew she was close again. I adjusted my speed, faster and harder, pounding into her with the clap of ass against pelvis. I reached around with one hand and squeezed her clit, rolling it in my fingers and enjoying her whimpers of pleasure.

"Sì, sì, oh again. Make me cum again, amor. Make me cum like a naughty girl," she whimpered between breaths.

I pumped harder, pushing down my own orgasm and went to town on her. I hoped her roomie was a heavy sleeper because I was clapping her cheeks hard and fast whilst she moaned and whimpered single words. " Naughty...fuckkk... pícaro... Cumming!!! SÍ!!!

I felt her cunt squeezing my cock for dear life as shock after shock of orgasm shook her body. I kept on pounding and she kept on shaking, biting into her forearm to silence her cries of ecstasy. We slowed down together, me trying to match the intensity of her twitching and shaking until we were both still. Luisa lifted her head from the desk and looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck, papi," she whispered, "That was a good fuck." She pushed back and I stepped away from the desk, my rock hard cock gliding from her pussy as she stood from the desk and turned. Her lithe, sweat glistening body stepped lightly to me and we embraced in the moonlight, our hungry mouths devouring each other, our greedy hands grabbing and squeezing and caressing with unbridled passion and longing.

I wrapped my arms around her damp, dark back and lifted her with ease. Knowing exactly my move, Luisa wrapped her strong, toned legs around my waist and reached down, gripping my cock tight and aligning it with her impatient hole. I lowered her slightly, biting her shoulder as my tip slipped between her silky lips, locking us together and eliciting deep sighs of lust from us both.

Her arm embraced me and I slowly let her down until she was fully impaled with my cock, her satin lips glided up and down my shaft as we fucked slowly but passionately, bathed in yellow moonlight as our lips explored neck and shoulders, hands gripping backs with intimate force as we became mindless slaves of Aphrodite.

Luisa was light, her weight easy for me to take and we stayed that way for a long time, fucking slowly, lost in a haze of sweat and lust. Suddenly I felt Luisa tense and she froze like a rabbit in headlights. I mirrored her, perking my head to pick up any sound. A dull clunk and a heavy shuffle from the other side of the apartment.

"Mierda," Luisa gasped, untwining from me and dropping lithely from my damp grip to a crouched position, throwing my clothes into a bundle then thrusting them rudely into my hand.

"Hide!" she hissed sharply.

I glanced about taking in the complete lack of any hiding space in the room before darting under the desk, lifting the chair rather than dragging it to obscure myself a little. This wasn't my first game of surprise hide and seek.

Luisa tossed her head, looking for the sundress she had left in the hall. The study door clicked open and I watched a small, elderly gentleman poke his head around the door.

He addressed Luisa in Spanish, his voice slight and reedy.

"Luisa, what are you doing in my study, my love?"

Oh for fucks sake, I thought to myself.

"Ah, Señor Ruiz, I came in feeling a little hungry for you. The light was on in here, I thought you were studying late so I wanted to surprise you."

She strutted to him, her erotic body now rendered surreal on account of the trembling septuagenarian in blue striped pyjamas it clung lovingly to.

She brushed his cheek with a kiss. "I was disappointed to find you not here," she pouted "so I switched off the lights and touched myself."

I watched in utter disappointment as Luisa guided his liver-spotted hand to her wet crotch and purred with false excitement under his clumsy fingers.

He kissed her neck and began to push her towards the desk. I reeled in horror, either I was about to get busted or I was about to watch a very close up floor show I did not want admission to.

"Wait, my love," Luisa purred quickly. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to lay you down and show you what I've been thinking about."

She steered him quickly across the study and through the open door. As she crossed the threshold she gave me a final, longing glance and mouthed, "Sorry," then blew a kiss, closing the door as she went.

I waited until their footsteps had faded and I heard the clunk of a distant door shutting before unfolding myself from under the desk. My cock was still hard and throbbing, jutting stubbornly from my slick pubes but I wasn't going to deal with that right now. I threw on my clothes, checked my pockets and made for the door. Luisa hadn't closed the door fully when she left, allowing me to slip silently into the hall. Guess this wasn't her first impromptu hide and seek either.

As I reached the front door, I thought about how I was going to get out quietly but Luisa had thought of that too. I could hear her down the hall, loud, exaggerated groans of pleasure surely distracting her husband (?) from anything else going on. I snapped back the lock and stepped into the corridor, closed the door silently and headed for the lift.

I hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel, it was 4 in the morning and I needed a shower. I jerked off under the hot stream of water, thinking of Luisa bathed in moonlight, thinking of her tantalising snatch and dreaming of squeezing into her tight ass. I shot my load down the drain, washed up and collapsed in bed.

A group of cabin crew marched by, the flash of uniform colour breaking me from my recollection. They looked out of place in the muddle, their spotlessly neat uniforms standing out against a backdrop of wrinkled and tired looking bodies. One in particular drew my eye as she followed slightly behind, dark hair swept back and lifted in neat french twist and naturally tanned skin, not much makeup required, only a little red lipstick and some black eyeliner that made her hazel brown eyes sparkle in the golden sunlight. I caught myself grinning lustily at her as devious thoughts of those lips whispered through my brain. To my surprise she glanced up and met my gaze, returning a hungry smile of her own as she swept by and into the terminal.

I watched her go, hypnotised by the swishing of her toned ass and wishing we could do more than grin at one another. My ego had been stroked by her returned smile but I would have preferred something else to be stroked. Once she was out of sight I checked the time and, seeing the gate would be open, ashed my cig and trailed into the cavernous terminal, eyes darting to catch another glimpse of the dark haired beauty.

An hour later, I had checked in and cleared security with surprising ease, I was making my way to the gate with a coffee in one hand and a fresh paperback in the other. Reaching the gate, I looked around in surprise at the lack of people waiting to board. Mostly singles and couples, most looking like they were headed to business class. I took a seat on one of the hard, unoccupied metal benches and began to read.

Or tried to.

My mind kept flashing to the night before, Luisa on her knees, me between her legs, her taste filling my mouth, her arms around me as we fucked slowly in the moonlight. Fuck! I was so horny I was contemplating heading to the bathrooms to take care of myself. In an effort to distract my one track mind I put down my book and took inventory of my fellow passengers.

Mostly men, mostly solo traveler's dressed for business class. A few families clustered together in small groups, no young kids thankfully. A couple of tired looking backpackers leafing through dog eared paperbacks like myself. One woman caught my eye, sat on the floor next to a power outlet, thick thighs folded under her and a loose shirt that did little to hide an enormous pair of breasts. I breathed deep and looked away, seriously contemplating slipping away for a quiet moment of self reflection. My thoughts were interrupted by the crew calling for boarding and I got up and joined the short queue. Ok, so maybe the plane bathroom will have to suffice.

*

" Hey, looks like we're row mates,"

I glance up from the paperback and take in my companion for the next few hours. The woman I spotted sitting by the socket. Short and curvy, holiday tanned with thick, blonde hair that cascaded down her back to just above a fat ass. Definite backpacker look, she wore a pair of light gray denim booty shorts that fully exposed her thick thighs and a faded yellow t-shirt that showed a line of smooth skin between shorts and top. An unbuttoned red checked shirt, sleeves rolled up, completed the look.

I attempted to restrain my bubbling libido and offered a friendly smile.

"Looks like it. Nice to meet you, I'm Jake."

She returned a warm grin of her own, her eyes flitting over me appraisingly, "Hey, Jake. I'm Abi."

She reached above her head to stow her bag in the overhead bins, her t-shirt riding up a little as she did, exposing a soft, kissable belly. I stifled a groan and begged my already stiffening cock to please, for the love of God, not now. Maybe when we're airborne I can slip away to the bathroom but not now.

Abi tossed herself into the aisle seat and wormed out of her shirt, her tits jiggling enticingly.

No bra, no bra, my brain screamed as I watched her large boobs sway as she adjusted herself in the seat and my cock surged again.

I know damn it, I internally yelled back, just let us get airborne, please.

"Flying home?" she asked, glancing at me just as I pulled my gaze from her heaving breasts.

"Um, yeah," I replied quickly, my brain barely able to scrape the words together. "You?"

"Yeah, she sighed, "Six months traveling across Europe. Final leg now. What about you? Week in Barcelona?"

"Yeah," I grinned in response, "well, 10 days. Where've you been on your travels? Were you interrailing?"

It seemed she was looking to chat, she began regaling me with tales of her trip from Bucharest westward. I listened with genuine interest, chiming in when I could, trying and failing to resist the urge to gaze at her legs and tits. We chatted right through the halfhearted safety brief given by a severe looking blonde to a mostly empty plane and before I knew it we were picking up speed and taking off.

Abi nattered away unselfconsciously as we rose into the sky and I nodded and smiled along, fighting the tide of erotic lust that was pulsing through me. Her travels had taken her across eastern europe, zigzagging across Central, then coasting around the Mediterranean.

I took notes for my own trips, marvelling at the sheer number of cities and towns she listed, and chatted back about my own various travels. Through the entire pleasant conversation I was willing my cock to stay down and my brain to shut up with its eternal lusting.

"How long were you in Barcelona," I asked.

"Just a week, but I wish I could've stayed longer," she sighed. "Such a beautiful city." Here, let me show you some of my pictures."

She rose from her seat and reached up to the overhead bin, flashing her soft skin at me again as she fished out her bag. She placed it on the floor of the aisle, turned her back to me and began to root through the large backpack slowly, bending at the waist, her denim shorts straining at the seams to contain her voluminous ass. I gawped open mouthed, imagining sliding down those shorts and slipping into her pussy. My cock hardened rapidly and I placed my book in my lap to cover the now obvious bulge in my crotch just as she turned back around.

"Here, it is," she beamed with a glint in her eyes, brandishing the small digital camera towards me and retaking her seat.

I raised an eyebrow at her almost retro camera, "An unusual thing to carry these days?" I remarked. She laughed and replied, "I know, but the Dslr was a bit impractical and I wanted to save my phone's power for maps and stuff. Plus there are other benefits." She powered on the camera and leaned into the middle seat, handing me the camera.

"You press here to switch through the photos," she explained, demonstrating a few times, clicking through pics of La Rambla. I clicked through a few photos slowly, inspecting them in detail, pleasantly surprised at the skill of the shot composition and subject matters.

"Wow, these are some quality shots," I admired, "Are you a professional?"

Abi giggled and slapped my arm playfully, "Don't tease, strictly amateur."

I click through more photos, lucious, green parks, beautifully painted churches, the tight narrow streets of the gothic quarter, my impression of her apparently natural skill growing with each shot. The next shot was a selfie, Abi holding the camera above and in front of her, angled down to catch her upturned winking face, tongue slightly protruding, enormous tits bare and exposed.