Hi all,
Weather has intervened so I've had time to finish off another chapter of this tale. Hope you enjoy it.
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Cheers
CharlieB4
Tags. Older Woman Younger Man. Older Man Younger Woman. Interracial. Mile High Club.
Mrs G Pt 6
Nigel felt self conscious as he waited in the queue to board the plane. Lucia was beside him. They'd met up at the departure lounge. The chances of him running into someone he knew on the red eye to Chicago were slim. It did little to stop the nervous glances over his shoulder though. He felt Lucia understood his anxiety because she'd made no move to initiate a public display of affection. They presented their boarding passes separately and were directed to the back of the plane. The firm had authorised a business class fare but Nigel had cashed it in for two extra leg room seats in economy.
On the plane they found their seats. The plane was configured, two on either edge and three in the middle. They were up the front of that section on the left. Nigel offered Lucia the window seat. She declined opting to stay on the aisle. Once in the air the stewards passed out a quick snack then the lights went down to let people sleep. Lucia requested a blanket and when it arrived she arranged it over both their laps. About twenty minutes later when the hubbub in the cabin had petered out Lucia hand slid under the blanket and into Nigel's lap.
"What are you doing?" Nigel hissed.
"Haven't you heard of the mile high club?"
Fuck, Nigel thought as her hand worked at undoing his pants. This was going to be an interesting flight.
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Carol got out of the car and slammed the door. She was pissed. It was late Friday evening and she'd stopped off at a grocery store in the mall for supplies. Not that she needed a lot. She was alone this weekend. Nigel was away at some business seminar. He'd asked if she wanted to come but she'd said no.
"Why would I want to wait around all day then put up with your boring colleagues at night."
He'd accepted her reason without complaint. It was his way, go with the flow. That hadn't been Carol's only motivation for staying home. She'd thought a weekend alone might give her more time with her lover. Friday afternoon fucks were great but she felt she needed more. The engagement party orgy had tested her desires. The next morning when she had finally braved going downstairs her daughter had been fine about it.
"It's okay mum. Everyone deserves a bit of fun. I know you love dad and Felix isn't interested in breaking up the family." Shelby had given her a hug. "Just don't think you're going to be fucking Ramon again for a long time."
That morning was when Carol learned Felix was taking Ramon and Shelby to Mexico. It was only supposed to be for one week. Her daughter had called and said they were staying another weekend for a party. Now she'd missed two Friday fuck sessions as well as any extra fun she'd hoped to get on a weekend without Nigel around. Hence her frustration.
To make her mood worse a broken water main flooding the cross town motorway meant she had to detour well out of her way to get home. The detour meant her favourite mall was going to be an extra thirty minutes. The shopping centre she was in was not one she normally went to. While she didn't consider herself a snob about these things it was a place she would usually avoid. Carol managed to navigate the aisles without being molested. Considering she was wearing her special, Felix ordered, work attire it was actually a little disappointing.
On her way back to her car she was regretting not keeping the trolley. There hadn't been that much and she was thinking it would save her having to return it. Stepping off to the side she put the bags down to rest her arms and adjust her handbag strap. Carol was about to pick them up again when a familiar voice called to her.
"Hey Mrs G, need a hand?"
Turning around Carol saw Marshall. He had changed out of his work clothes into a pair of long loose shorts and a singlet top. Under his arm he carried a skateboard.
"Thanks for the offer Marshall but I should be okay."
"Nah Mrs G, I'm going the same way so I'll take a couple." As he spoke he stooped and snagged the handles of three shopping bags.
"Oh no... well, if you are going to the car park."
"Yeah, come on."
Carol picked up the remaining two and followed Marshall outside. At the automatic doors Marshall stopped so Carol could take the lead. Along the way Carol apologised for parking so far away.
"There were more cars in here when I parked." She said as she fished the car key out of her bag.
There were a lot of spare spots now and her car looked rather forlorn by itself at the end of the row. The sound of her heels echoed off the tarmac. Carol wondered what an observer would make of her walking along side this young black man wearing her 'work' uniform. When she was closer her finger hit the unlock button on the key. The turning indicators blinked as the locks clicked open. Carol opened the back door and lent across to put her bags in. She backed out and took two bags off Marshall and repeated the process. As she was doing that his eyes where captivated by the short skirt rising up exposing a glimpse of the curve of her ass.
His cock began to swell in an instant. Before he even thought about the possible consequences Marshall stepped closer so when Carol backed back to get the last bag from him her ass bumped against his boner. She let out a little yelp of surprise but didn't break contact with the young man straight away. He mumbled an apology and eased back letting her stand up again. As Carol took the bag from his grasp she glanced down and saw the large tent Marshall was pitching in his shorts. When she turned to place it in the car her pussy was already getting wet.
Carol didn't have to lean over again. There was plenty of space on the seat close to the door. She chose to anyway, curious as to whether Marshal would try again. He had seen her sly glance downward. When there was no admonishment he decided to ride his luck. Some of the quiet comments from Hans and Jose in the break room suggested he would be fine. This time when he pressed his hips against her butt there was no cry of surprise. Instead Carol wiggled her bottom and pushed back so the lump wedged in the crease of her cheeks. Marshall knew an invitation when he got one. His hands gripped her hips and he ground his hard on against her ass.
This is madness Carol's rational brain was saying. Fortunately for Marshall the woman he was manhandling had ceased to listen to her moral compass. Her body was conditioned to being used as a cum dump once a week. A two week break meant she was like a junkie who'd finally found a bump. Even when Marshall lifted her skirt exposing her panty covered cheeks in a public car park she didn't flinch. Only sigh as his hands bunched the fabric up into the crease so he could caress her bare skin. It wasn't until headlights flashed over the car as another vehicle exited that Carol pushed the young man away.
