Friday afternoon had finally arrived. After shuttling Leah off Thursday morning with a goodbye kiss but no sex, I had decided to keep to myself until the trip with Kim so I would be raring to go with her. Leah had accepted my bullshit story of going out with friends and had even announced she was leaving Thursday night for a long weekend with the folks. Maybe her and Helen could compare notes while I fucked Kim's brains out all weekend.
Larry had gone above and beyond the call of duty in setting up a good weekend for the four of us. Turns out his company had some business at Lake of the Ozarks this weekend and he volunteered for the assignment. Some assignment. Get flown down in the company plane with whatever guests you want, shuttled one way or another to the house on the lake being rented by the company for the summer, take off in the boat his boss had parked at the dock by the house to go hit a few lake bars and schmooze with the owners while his friends downed some beers or margaritas. Sure as hell sounded like a good deal for me, Kim, and Kelly. And with temperatures expected to be in the high 80's with sun all weekend, who better to spend time with than those two.
My only job was to score us a bag of weed to make the weekend more enjoyable. Larry assured me that the airport was private and we'd get right through without having our bags checked. I was able to snag an oz. from my usual connection on Thursday night and had taken a few sample hits to make sure it was good and also get plenty of sleep that night. I slept like a baby.
I took Friday afternoon off and dashed home to grab my bags and pick up the two girls. We had to be at the Chesterfield airport by 2:30, but it was no problem for our apartments, being less than 10 miles away and ahead of the Friday afternoon rush hour traffic. Kim was already waiting at Kelly's and I had to keep my jaw from falling off when I saw her. She looked better than I had remembered, with her hair flowing down and a sleeveless green sundress that left little to the imagination. She was as friendly as when we had last left, greeting me with a full kiss that left me wanting more -- so much more. I controlled my urges to get their bags in the car and us on our way. We would have plenty of time once we got to the airport and completed our hour long flight. Fuck the four hour drive that would have been ahead of us, our boy Larry had the right connections.
He was waiting for us when we arrived and ushered us quickly to our designated area. Within a couple of minutes, we received the go-ahead to head to the tarmac and hop in the plane, our bags having been quickly loaded. The plane was a GulfStream IV his company had leased for the year, pilot and loaded bar included. We were the only passengers in the 8 seated plane that had plenty of room. Larry said that Kim and I could take the back seats while he and Kelly would sit up front, even though there was room for us all in either section. I started to ask him why, but he just winked at me and whispered something about the mile high club.
We took our seats and watched the pilot board. He greeted us and said the flight should take about fifty minutes once we were airborne. He told us to buckle in for the takeoff, but that we would be free to "move around" after he gave us the signal. He then made his way to the cockpit, shutting the door between it and the cabin to give us plenty of privacy. Larry and Kelly took their places up front while Kim and I buckled ourselves in next to one another in the back.
After a minute or two of awkward silence in which Kim and I had to listen to Larry and Kelly start to make out, I finally looked at Kim, smiled and said, "Hey." She started to say hey back but I leaned in to kiss her and we mashed our tongues together. Even though we were buckled in, we could kiss and could also reach our hands to all the good places. Sitting to her left, I reached my left hand around to stroke just above her knee and her legs immediately parted. She loosened her seatbelt slightly so that she could scoot down the seat while my hand moved further up her legs. I was both surprised and delighted when my fingers touched her shaved and swollen pussy, sans panties.
My hand toyed with her pussy while we made out as the plane headed down the tarmac to the runway. She was responding to my movements, flexing her hips as best she could in her restrained state. Even though the plane had started to rush down the runway, we didn't stop and Kim cried out in a mini-orgasm just as the wheels left the ground. We took a short breather as the plane started to climb in altitude. I could hear Kelly gasping in front of us so it appeared that Larry was making some headway as well.
My cock was straining against the fabric of my boxers and shorts, but it was impossible to unbutton either with the seatbelt. My problem was soon solved when the pilot gave us the all clear and Kim rushed to unsnap her seatbelt and then mine. She told me to lift my hips and then reached to pull down my shorts and boxers, freeing my erect warrior. Kneeling in front of me, she engulfed my dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking me for all she was worth.
I was so ready to dump my load into her mouth, but I remembered what Larry had said about the mile high club and didn't want to miss this opportunity to join in on the legendary fun. I reached for Kim's shoulders to pull her up to me and she finally released my cock from her mouth. Unable to speak, I mouthed the words "Fuck me" to her and she lustfully shook her head yes as she climbed up to mount me. Through her short dress, I was able to find her slot and buried myself into her as she sank down on my turgid cock. She looked so beautiful as she held her eyes half open over me, so concentrated in making this a wonderful fuck.
As we coupled together, I reached for the straps of her dress to free her breasts from the flimsy dress. As expected there was no bra and I was able to attach my mouth to one tit while rubbing the other between my fingers. Kim rode me like a pro, using her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock. She cried out against me in another orgasm while I continued to thrust in and out of her.
While I could have gone on like this forever, my cock had different ideas and much too soon exploded inside Kim's pussy. I continued to thrust into even though I was spent, until my cock wilted and slipped from her sloppy pussy. I grabbed some nearby tissues to keep the juices from flowing from her too much, but it was still a little sticky around my waist. Just as I was regaining my senses, I heard Larry grunt and huff, in an apparent triumphant orgasm of his own. I looked at Kim and kissed her telling her how beautiful she was. She kissed me back and then got up to head to the bathroom and clean up before we had to land. I found a towel that I wetted with some water to clean off my dick before putting my boxers and shorts back on. I also poured myself and Kim a stiff drink then resumed my seat just as Kim came out of the bathroom. We sipped our drinks then waited for the plane to descend on Lake of the Ozarks.
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Following the plane ride, a ten minute ride to the grocery store to pick up some liquor, beer and other essentials, and a twenty minute ride to the rental house, we had finally arrived to our little slice of Midwestern paradise. While this certainly did not compare to the Bahama's or some such other resort, it certainly wasn't bad given its proximity to St. Louis. The house set out on an overlook, with a huge walkout deck that overlooked the inlet to the lake where the boat sat down below. A set of concrete steps led the way down to the boat dock.
Larry led us to a large bedroom, telling us the house was set up with basically two master bedrooms, one on each side, with three smaller bedrooms in the basement. Our bedroom had a large bay window that looked out over the lake as well and was adjoined to its' own bathroom with a walk-in shower and small jacuzzi tub. He suggested that we freshen up for about fifteen minutes, then smoke a joint on the deck before grabbing a cooler full of beer and other drinks to take on the boat for a quick spin. He had one stop to make tonight for his "work."
I told Kim I was going to step in for a quick shower before changing into some swim trunks and a shirt. I entered the bathroom and shower and was only there a minute before Kim joined me. We rinsed off, kissed, and soaped off each other delicately and playfully. Even though we didn't fuck or suck, it was very erotic and I was captivated by the way Kim looked at me with her big beautiful eyes while she gently soaped my balls and shaft. I was falling for this girl. It was stupid I know, her being 19 and me 36, seventeen years my junior, young enough to my daughter. But there was just something about her I could not get out of head, both the big one and the little one.
I would have stayed in the shower with her all night, but Larry yelled at us and we quickly rinsed off and dressed, her in the skimpy yellow bikini she had worn at Larry's the previous week, followed by a pair of almost as skimpy shorts and a sleeveless button down halter that didn't even cover her belly button. She put her hair up in a pony-tail and was ready, me just standing there naked having watched her dress. She smiled at me, a knowing smile that indicated she knew she was getting to me. I collected myself and threw on my trunks and shirt and made my way to the porch.
Larry had located my stash of weed and had fired up a fat boy I had rolled the previous night. We passed the joint for about five minutes until it was out, then loaded up the cooler and made our way down to the boat dock. Larry had been on the boat before and quickly showed us what ropes to lift and where to sit before he cranked up the engine and eased us out of the inlet onto the main lake. Kim and I settled in on the bench seat in the back while Kelly sat next to Larry as he raced us down the lake. Without even realizing it, I suddenly noticed that Kim and I were holding hands like we were a couple. What the hell was she doing to me? Even though I couldn't explain, I sure didn't mind it.
Within fifteen or twenty minutes, Larry eased us up to a boat dock attached to the "Life Raft" a huge lake-bar that was nestled in a cove several miles from the rental house. After tying down the boat, we made our way up to the bar and Larry greeted the apparent owner, an older, sophisticated looking man in his 50's. Well, as sophisticated as you can get in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and deck shoes. Larry introduced us to the owner, Martin, then motioned us to a table, telling us to order whatever, while he talked business for a few minutes.
