Before I married Sally, my present wife, I lived with Kim for about two years.
Kim was a stewardess with BA and I met her on a flight to Los Angeles. She was very attractive and outgoing and friendly and could not do enough to make my flight a comfortable one. We were both in our late 20's, I was living alone and she was living with a BA Captain. We hit it off and arranged for me to pick her up from her Crew Hotel in Santa Monica, where they were spending two nights on their lay over. She was dressed in a very short skirt and when I held the car door open for her, as she slid down into the passenger seat, I could see that she was wearing stockings.
I had always loved stockings and was very encouraged by this. It was my experience that in the world of pantyhose these days, any girl/woman who went out wearing stockings was clearly trying to show off her sexuality.
I was not to be disappointed. During dinner my hand found its was up her nylon covered legs and it was not long before her legs opened and I was gently stroking her bare pussy with the back of my hand. Even more encouraging was the way her hand slid between my legs and squeezed my hardening cock. On the way back to her hotel she had my pants unzipped and released my now raging hard on.
A few strokes and she was down there sucking away for all she was worth, while I tried to concentrate on my driving. I had not touched her and she was moaning and groaning with my cock in her mouth, obviously loving every minute of it, as was I.
Kim loved sucking cock. Back in her room, she pushed me down on her bed, unzipped my pants and did not give up until she had coaxed my first load of cum into her eager mouth.
She made a big thing of looking into my eyes as she smiled and swallowed. Only then did we get undressed, me naked and she leaving on her stockings. I was anxious to fuck her but she would have none of that until she had spent a few minutes getting me hard again and sucking a second load out of me. While she busy sucking she was playing with her pussy and had orgasmed at least three times.
I must admit, it had been living alone for a while and had had very little sex for a few weeks but after two quick blowjobs it took me a while to get hard again. It is great to have such attention paid to your cock but now, I really wanted to get between her legs and fuck her. I spent a while eating her out which she enjoyed but did not cum and even when I got hard again and fucked her she did not have an orgasm.
We spent most of the night together with me leaving very early in the morning to avoid any of her friends seeing me coming out of her room, but not before she had given me an early morning blow job to wake me up. She must have swallowed six or seven loads during the night and I was shattered. I was driving down to San Diego that day and so we swapped telephone numbers to meet up again back in the UK.
I had met a lot of girls who sucked cock but never one like this before. I enjoy a blowjob as much as the next man but I also enjoy going down on a girl and fucking too. I certainly was not complaining and was looking forward to seeing her back in the UK although interested to see how that would work out as she told me she was living with a BA Captain.
Apparently she had met him a few times on flights and had moved in with him. He had been married before and according to her was not over interested in sex and turned a blind eye to her escapades.
When I was back home in England I told my best friend Mike about her and he was anxious to meet her. Mike and I had been friends for years and we had swapped a few girl friends and generally behaved like a couple of hooligans as far as sex were concerned. He had recently got married to Sally and she was pregnant with their first child so he had stopped playing around and had calmed down. Sally was an old girl friend of mine and was a great cocksucker.
I told Mike about her and it was not long before he decided she was a keeper. After they were married I had been on the receiving end of her oral talents when Mike was not around but I don't think he knew about it.
After being back in the UK for a week or two, I called Kim. She told me she had not been getting on very well with her BA Captain and she was thinking of leaving him and getting her own place. I was going down to London so I suggested we meet up and have a drink. She told me he would be away on a long trip for week so no problem. I went to London and checked in at one of the hotels near the airport, not far from where she lived.
I collected her from her house and she looked great. Short skirt, very high heels and as I discovered when she slid into the passenger seat, lovely sheer, shiny stockings. She knew what I liked and was dressed to kill. She had a small picnic type hamper with her and said she thought it would be a good idea to have lunch in my hotel room and not a restaurant in case any of her boy friends' flying mates should spot us. Sounded good to me.