Gail with Fledging Nicholas

If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her light brown hair blondes in the sun and she has the loveliest green eyes.

Hadrian @ All rights reserved

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We were driven from Portofino to Nice in the air cushioned comfort of a Citroen. We held hands and looked at the scenery, sad that we were leaving. For some reason we both feel very much akin to the surroundings and the style of life the French enjoyed. We boarded Air France for Charles DeGaulle and from Paris we started our fifteen hour long journey to South America.

Gail was dressed in a loose pleated dress, both comfortable for travel and one that I loved to see her wear. It had buttons from top to bottom, and the beige and brown print, for some reason, made her look younger. She wore flat shoes and her hair was loose and full of movement when she walked. I was wearing a comfortable pair of slacks a knit shirt with a front button sweater tied around my waist. The only carry-on we had was my laptop. I settled in by the window (economy class of course) with Gail in the adjacent seat. Two men sat at the end of the aisle, one younger on the aisle, the other man wearing a coat and tie, looked European, and was separated from us by a seat. The man on the end was leaning over and talking with a lady across the aisle from him.

As soon as the overhead lights allowed cabin movement, the gentleman on the end of the aisle and the lady both rose and moved a few rows forward to window seats on the opposite side of the plane. The empty aisle seat was quickly taken by the gentleman sitting closest to us, he even looked at me and smiled when he was finally settled in, acknowledging that we all had more room now.

I hadn't mentioned to Gail that I was waiting to hear what happened when Nicholas stopped by the room but, it lurked at the ready in my mind all day long. We took our usual two pillows and two blankets each but hesitated to make ourselves too comfortable until after the meal was served. Food, good food, and drinks were served and instead of opting to view a movie, we lifted the arm rest and cuddled under the blanket with which we had covered ourselves. It was after midnight and we were tired as well.

"I'm dying to tell you what happened with Nicholas," Gail said. "You act like you have forgotten about it."

I assured Gail, "Not a very good chance of that," tweaking her chin in the process. She was slightly turned to her right, smiling. She sat back, looking forward, and with her head leaning close to my ear, she started.

"If you remember I played tennis for about fifteen or twenty minutes. I simply played the fourth game then said, sorry Nicholas, I have to make an urgent telephone call. Would you mind bringing my tennis case to my room in ten minutes. He looked surprised that I was stopping the game but didn't comment upon it, he simply replied, "yes, Miss Gail." I added, please don't trust it with anyone else, it has some personal things inside. He nodded, "I will take it there myself."

I hurried upstairs to shower and as I was putting on my robe the door-bell rang, he must have waited exactly ten minutes. As I walked to the door I picked up your mobile phone and placed it to my ear. I opened the door and Nicholas was standing there my case in hand. He reached out his hand offering me my case. I turned away from him, as if occupied with the telephone, and without speaking, beckoned him to enter. He closed the door behind him and stood in the small foyer. A few moments later I finished my make-believe call and as I placed the phone down I turned to thank him for bringing my case. "It was no problem Miss Gail", he said. "Come in", I said and beckoned, sit down for a minute. I have to thank you for playing tennis with me this week. Nicholas just nodded, smiling." I pointed for him to sit in the chair with the back to the window, where you used to read."

She continued, "I asked if he would like something cold. "A coke would be fine, thank you." he said. I served two cokes then sat down on the small couch facing the window. Gail's hand was resting on my left, thigh, not moving. I reached over and placed my hand on her legs, leaning my arm against hers, wanting the feel of her flesh as I readied for what was to come. I asked her, "did he seem nervous?" She looked at me thinking, "you know," she said, "it was hard for me to read him."

"Any way," Gail continued, "we sipped our drink and talked tennis for a few minutes. I moved my legs and crossed my ankles. He gazed at my knees, I let them open slightly and ignored his glances. We talked more and I moved again. This time I let my thighs part and I knew he was close to seeing the white of my panties. "Which ones were you wearing?" I asked. "Those loose lace ones," Gail said, smiling.

"When he had been concentrated on my legs for some time, I looked at him trying to appear mischievous and said, "Nicholas, are you looking at my legs," then I look down at my legs appraisingly. He blushed, literally, but I didn't allow a response as I continued quickly and said, "I noticed whenever we were playing tennis you seemed to often be looking at my legs." His face was blank, maybe even frightened, until I smiled at him while touching my legs and said, "I always thought my legs were skinny." Nicholas immediately sat forward responding, "No Miss Gail your legs are …" and realizing he was revealing his habit, he stopped. His cheeks were red. "You think my legs look strong?" This time he opinioned, "very strong, very nice Miss Gail." I interrupted, asking Gail, "Do you think he had an idea that you were flirting?" Gail pondered her answer for a moment, "At that time I couldn't tell. Later on I felt he didn't know

Gail went on, "I leaned forward in the chair placing my right foot on the toe and twisted my foot around to look at the back of my leg. I hope they're nice, I said, knowing my movement opened my legs enough for him to see my underwear. I saw him take a breath, I kept my legs apart for some time, still with a hand on my calf, looking down. Nicholas, I said, you've been real nice to me this week, how can I repay you? He thought I was suggesting money and said, "Oh no Miss Gail, I was happy to play,. I can't take your money." I had straightened my legs but left them parted a bit. He couldn't help himself and kept stealing glances. I found the courage to ask, you really do like my legs, don't you Nicholas. When he looked at me his eyes appeared to glaze with a mix of lust and affection. "Yes, Miss Gail, I do." I smiled, actually feeling sorry for how uncomfortable I was making him feel.

I patted my right hand on the couch and said, why don't you sit there, it's easier, I won't have to stare at the sun. He sat on the opposite end of the couch then rose again to retrieve his coke and returned. I turned sideways to face him, leaning my back on the arm of the couch, and simply raised my right leg, knee bent, onto the couch I noticed the movement uncovered part of my leg so I commented, "I don't mind if you see my legs, Nicholas," and I lifted the robe and let it fall, leaving my left leg bare as well. I was sure he could see down to the couch cushion and my panties. I watched his face, he reddened, looked at me then back again, very concentrated, and he wet his lips. I waited a moment and asked, do you like it.? He nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't, he was overwhelmed. I let my knees part further so he could see between my legs. I'm sure the lace panties left little to the imagination." Under the blanket I was touching Gail's legs and occasionally her breasts, through her clothes. "Were you getting excited," I asked. "Very excited," she said, "it was even hard for me to talk."

She continued. "I stayed that way for a minute or two allowing him to look at me. For a moment I thought he was going to touch me, but he didn't. When I brushed the other side of the robe off my leg he breathed a long sigh and leaned closer placing his left hand on the couch seat a few inches from my behind. I spread my legs further apart and watched his face, then glanced downward and saw that he was hard. The look on his face was one of rapture. It made me feel so good… so admired. I was wet with excitement. I wanted so badly for him to touch me. You can touch me Nicholas, I said. His left hand moved to the outside of my thigh, he was starring between my legs, then he lowered his right hand and placed it directly on my inner thigh and moments later on my panties over my vagina.

Gail was trying very hard to please me and as the story progressed so did her enthusiasm. When she caught herself sounding too excited her voice filled with reticence and she looked at me to see if I was angry or thought poorly of her. To make her comfortable I said, "Say pussy baby," and Gail responded, "…pussy," then continued. He kept his hand still, then looking up at me smiling and shaking his head he whispered, "marvelous, Miss Gail" he said it in Italian, "meraviglioso." I momentarily placed my hand over his hand on my panties, then pinched the panties between two fingers and pulled the material to the right allowing him to see me. I touched his hand again and placed it on my pussy.

Gail revealed, "I was so excited Ri, I was trembling. I've never done anything like that before, you know that. I was leading him and it made me feel like a slut and I was wet with excitement. I raised my head, and looking at his bulge I said, "can I see you too Nicholas?" He was lost in touching his treasure but he looked at me, saw where I was looking then simply said, "yes."

He removed his hand from between my legs, hesitantly I thought, and stood up while starting to unzip his shorts. Why don't you take them off, I said. He looked at me, smiled, then lowered his shorts and underwear in one movement. I gasped. He was so different than what I expected. He was completely shaved, his cock was almost fully hard and really curved, and very long and thin. He sat down, his shorts around his ankles, and immediately started touching me again. He touched me all around my labia, opened me with two hands, I could tell he was inquisitive, not very experienced. I was leaning back but my head was high enough to see his cock jutting upwards inches from his chest.

Sit the way I am sitting I said, while signaling with my hand that he should turn. He kicked his shorts from his legs and turned to lean his back on the arm. He had one leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee on the couch between my legs and the back of the couch. Our bottoms were six inches apart. I asked him to slide closer, then I slid down to close the space and our bottoms were touching, my pussy was resting over his balls, it looked like his cock was an appendage that belonged to us both.

The small couch was perfect for our position. The way we were doubled over I could touch his cock or myself , with ease. I reached to take hold of his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh, like some long wished for dream had just begun. I wrapped my hand around his cock, and squeezed, I pumped up and down a few strokes then slide my hand to the top and pulled back the skin to see the whole of his cock head. He was staring, his eyes distant and glassy watching my hand explore his cock. Do you always shave I asked, " I just started shaving a few months ago," Nicholas answered, "Does it look nice?" "I like it," I answered still concentrated on playing with his cock."

Gail was rubbing my cock with a steadily increasing rhythm. I was pumping and pushing back from time to time as I felt my orgasm building. To keep our neighbor on the end of the aisle from noticing the movement I raised my left knee high enough to tent the blanket that was covering us.

Gail went on. "I bent his cock toward me, moved backward and raised myself slightly, and began to rub the head of his cock against me. "It was thrilling for me," Gail said. I was holding his cock like a hammer and rubbing the head through my slit and against my clit. Again he gave a long sigh. I started rubbing his cock head between my lips in increasingly shorter movements until I placed it at my center. I slide slightly forward and felt the head of his cock begin to enter me. Nicholas moaned and gently humped his hips toward me and, to my surprise, he started to spurt cum. I felt the first jet inside me. I tried to push forward to get him deeper in me and partially succeeded, His body spasm'd. He hardly made a sound but continued to spurt into me, three four five times. I still had my hand around the lower part of his cock. His face was a mask of pleasure and surprise. It went on for a long time and I thought he had finished. I wanted to continue to rub his cock so I let it slip out of me and he promptly shot another bolt of cum on my pubic hair. He had not finished cumming. I quickly pushed him back inside me and milked and pulled on his cock and touched his balls until I was certain he was finished. It all happened in less then three minutes.

As we calmed I smiled. and he returned my smile with warm eyes. Did you enjoy that I asked. He nodded; starring at me, still smiling, not speaking. A minute later he said, "Oh Miss Gail… I wish you were not leaving." I still had my hand on his cock, the head was still in me. I could feel his juices flooding me, dripping. I let go of his cock and moved back until it slipped out, then took the flap of my robe and wiped myself. When I finished I touched him again and realized that he had hardly softened. I simply bent forward and, while looking down placed my pussy above his cock and, using my left hand to guide his cock, I slipped it back inside me. This time I rose up enough to slide down his cock and it slowly entered deeper and deeper until I felt it couldn't go any more. Ri, his size was perfect. He was further in me then anyone, ever. I couldn't believe how perfectly it touched me everywhere."

Gail was rubbing my cock with devotion now; she sensed that I was close to cumming in her hand. The last description was intense for me and as she coaxed me with a whispered, "Cum for me baby," I erupted into her hand. Gail wiped me with a napkin we had kept from dinner, we exchanged smiles and 'love you(s)' then cuddled and I dozed off.

I awoke and Gail was not beside me. I looked at my watch, I must have been sleeping for more then an hour. I got up and walked down the darkened aisle to the WC. There was Gail sitting on the arm rest of the aisle seat closest to the toilets. Standing in front of her was the man from the end of our aisle. A stewardess was standing with them. They were talking and Gail and the man were both holding a glass in their hand.. Gail smiled broadly when I approached. I stood beside her and she wrapped her right arm around me.

I said hello to the stewardess, and declined her offer of a glass of wine. Looking up toward the man Gail said, "This is my husband, Rian," then added, "this is Stoy. He's from Macedonia." As we shook hands I commented, "Never met anyone from Macedonia, my pleasure Stoy." "It is nice to meet you Rian," adding, "some people don't even know Macedonia is a country." "Well," I responded, "I probably wouldn't know myself except that Gail keeps me informed." Stoy commented, "Yes, she was telling me a little about her work. I'm in travel, heading to a convention in Buenos Aires." "Why through Chile, I asked, curious. Stoy answered while shrugging his shoulders, "Best price I could get, just a small difference in flying time."

I used the WC then returned to where they were standing and we chatted for some few minutes. They seemed engrossed in conversation about sea-ports in Greece and Macedonia so I excused myself and returned to my seat. I had just started to doze off again when I felt Gail nudge in beside me. "He's nice," she said, "he's going to Buenos Aires for a tourist agents convention." After a pause, "Did you miss me.?" I placed my arm around her shoulder and hugged her to me. I could tell she was relaxed from the wine. She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes and asked, "Want to hear more about how Nicholas fucked me?"

Gail started, "I rode him for a while. Then we stayed behind to behind for a few minutes. It was so easy sliding him in and out. His cock is the perfect size. He was touching inside so deep, it was wonderful. When I started to get excited I wanted him on top. I let his cock slide out and I placed my legs on the couch. "You get on top Nicholas," I took my arms out of the robe and lay naked under him. He was between my legs in a moment and this time he held his cock as he placed it at my entrance and slide into me. He just shoved it all in. I winced at one point because of the depth. He pulled back with an apologetic smile. I urged him back in with my legs and he slowly started to pump into me, stopping when he was deep and touching my belly and my breasts, even my face.

While Gail was whispering in my ear I had my left hand between her legs alternating between touching her clit and sliding my finger as far as I could from that angle. It was dark enough to make it difficult for anyone passing to see. From time to time Gail would push her pussy against my hand, but I knew she was wet mostly from her reliving the liaison with Nicholas.

Gail continued, "Ri, he pumped into me steadily for ten or fifteen minutes. When I started to cum it was from where he was touching me deep inside, the feeling was so intense. I used my feet to push him into me and when he was deep, every little movement, his or mine, kept my orgasm going. I felt him tense, he was going to come, and when I grabbed his side to pull him into me he just sighed a breathy "aghhhh…" and I felt his cum begin to spurt inside me. I could feel each spurt because of how deep he was in me. It was wonderful Ri."

Gail's mouth was near my ear while she was telling me about Nicholas. The feel of her breath on my ear and neck, and her hands under the blanket on my exposed cock had me excited and hard again. When Gail finished talking she slid away from me her body occupying the next two seats. She was on her side, her head resting in my lap, her mouth now just inches away from my cock. The seat on the aisle was still empty and Gail's face was partially covered by the blanket, so I bent my cock towards Gail's mouth. She immediately proceeded to suck my cock, then jerk it, playing with my balls then returning to my cock. It wasn't long before I felt the pressure mounting and I started to cum. Gail sensed the moment and kept her mouth on the side of my cock sucking and jerking it as I humped my groin forward with each eruption, her hand over the head squeezing with each spurt of cum. If I moaned or sighed it wasn't noticeable over the dull hum of the engines.

I placed my hand on Gail's cheek bending down a little and said "I love you sweet… thanks." Gail squeezed my thigh in acknowledgement. My cock was back in my shorts though I was still unzipped. Gail had her hand drapped across my thighs as if she intended to sleep as she was. I stretched her blanket over her legs and behind and lay my head back to rest.

I awoke to a slight movement. It was still dark in the cabin; Gail's head was on my upper thigh facing forward. Her behind was against the back of her seat and her thighs and legs extended into the empty seat beside her. In the aisle seat Stoy was also covered with a blanket. His seat was reclined, the armrest raised, and he was leaning to his right. I noticed that Gail's right leg was stretched and seemed to extend to Stoy's seat. Her upper left leg was bent at the knee. I didn't move. I closed my eyes to mull over in my mind what I had just seen. Gail moved her head ever so slightly and I thought I heard a sound. I looked again, this time barley opening my eyes. Stoy was definitely leaning in our direction. I thought I saw movement under the blanket. It was hard to tell. Gail's upper leg moved and her knee extended even further out like she had bent it more. Then I saw Gail's behind move, as if she had humped it forward. My heart started beating faster as I pictured that Stoy was touching Gail beneath the blanket.