The Descent

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We’re almost there now.  Sun is getting lower, right alongside this uncomfortably small craft.  For a moment I let my mind wander away from this plane, and from Harriet.  Fantasies of the upcoming months take me to wonderful places through beautiful visions.  I can’t wait to be on that beach, showing my perfect, soft, beautiful body to everyone there.  I can’t wait to get to work, either.  The videos he sent me of the parties look incredible, and they go until morning.  Deep in the center there are bodies constantly colliding, slipping around each other like an orgy of crazed serpents.  Everyone is fluttering amongst each other in chaotic formation under a rainbow of flashing lights, looking like as much like petals in the wind as they do a wedding reception at the end of the world.This job has me fascinated.  The very nature of it.  The idea.  Human nature has always been a point of study for me, and I am so curious about what I’ll find at the intersection of the people I’ll be working for, the people I’ll be working with, and the people I’ll just be working.  It may not be part of the description… In fact, it may not even strictly be permitted, but I know that I am going to get so much sex on the job.  I’m just not going to be able to help it, I’m certain of that.  I like stimulation, and I like attention.Once we’re on the ground, I won’t have any trouble getting it, but right now it’s actually attention that I need to avoid.  With that thought I find myself drifting back to life.  My life, I mean.  In this moment, on this plane, having this orgasm.  The toy buzzing silently between me and my seat is holding me still, frozen in place by its electromechanical massage.Everything I’m feeling rushes back and takes a vicious stranglehold of my every nerve and muscle.  I am so wet, and so tight – straining against my seatbelt, and clenching against my own pleasure.  Both motions hurt, but they both feel good, too.  Everything does right now.  Even my mind is singing, enraptured by excitement and unbridled desire.Finally, something catches my attention.  Whoa.  We’re going down fast, and it’s only bahis şirketleri right now that I notice what’s happening.  It’s hard to maintain all the focus required, but I surreptitiously peer over Harriet’s shoulder and out the window.  I’m shocked to see that we’re only about a kilometer off the ground.  At most.  My expression changes just enough that Harry notices, and she looks out as well.  To my surprise, she maintains her oblivion, and her orgasm is not interrupted.  We are both still cumming, but she remains all but lost to the world.Endless but infinitesimal moments later, we have each fallen back into our own worlds, as the craft which contains us makes its gradual, but rapid descent.  I wonder where she is, but before I can imagine, I’m again lost completely in my own mind.  This time though, in memory instead of fantasy.  His touch was electrifying.  His body was beautiful, and in a way that the masculine so rarely can be.  In years past, I wouldn’t have believed that I would ever let someone convince me to let them touch me that way.  Now I know that in situations like that one, I’m not being convinced of anything, and it can be me who is doing the seducing.  What I actually have a hard time believing is how he convinced me to think about taking this job before he even touched me.  Intellectually I was fairly certain that the offer was both genuine and substantiated, but in my heart I was fairly certain that this whole thing is an extremely dubious choice, at the absolute best.  Something just didn’t feel right.  Of course, the way he made me feel me was no small factor in my growing comfortable with my decision.  Besides, in a war between my heart, my head, and my pussy, it’s safe to say that my heart doesn’t have much of a chance.The overt moaning coming from my right barely pulls my focus out of the erotic meditation I’ve locked myself in.  She is having a harder time concealing her pleasure than I am.  She always does, though.  I like that about her.  Right now it’s turning me on immensely, even as I drift back to the same night.  The deep, melodic, feminine voice beside bahis firmaları me is just urging me to enjoy myself even more.  If she had been there that night, watching… This time I intersect the memory a bit earlier.  We’d just tumbled in the door of his hotel room, and I was on my knees.  I had been blowing him in the car on the way over, too.  We weren’t making a show of it, but the driver definitely knew.  I wonder how hard he got, and if he thought about us later.  For a moment I thought I saw him subtly jerking off, but it was dark and I was otherwise occupied, so I’m far from certain.  I just let the possibility fuel my fantasies while I paid most of my attention to the hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the hand on the back of my head where it meets my neck.As we got out of the car he reached under my very little, black dress and roughly grabbed my bare ass, then called me a slut, but in a way that made me smile.  He walked behind me as we entered the hotel through inch thick glass doors.  When I turned around to make sure they had closed behind us, I saw that the driver had pulled over across the street.  He was probably just waiting for his phone to tell him someone else needs a ride, but I imagined him thinking about us while he waited and stroking his cock.  In my mind he’d unbuttoned his trousers the second he pulled over, pulled his hard cock out of them and jerked as hard and fast as he could until he came all over his steering wheel.  The idea made me that much wetter.  Then I imagined him realizing he didn’t have anything to clean up with and I laughed.I remember thinking then that I would have to masturbate at a later time thinking of that moment.  I even wound up thinking about it during the more intimate parts of my “date”.  After an awkward interaction with someone at the front desk, we headed to the elevator.  I think she was scrutinizing the pair of us to try and figure out if either was a sex worker.  That happens to me, occasionally.  I guess it goes with the territory of hooking up with people from out of town quite so often.  Plus, she wouldn’t have kaçak bahis siteleri technically been wrong, but I’ve never been on the job in that context.The shaking of this increasingly unnerving and seemingly unmaintained aircraft is still disturbing my fantasies, but the vibration of its roaring engine continues to stir them, as each turbulent bump in the road presses the toy on my seat against my clit in unexpected ways.  I have never had a sexual experience with a mechanical device quite like this.  Harriet is leaning against the window, whimpering as quietly as she can manage to.Breaking my restrained silence for a moment, I whisper “We can rest soon, baby.  I love you.”She says nothing.  I don’t even know if she heard me.  Slipping backward in time again, I wander back into the scene at the moment he and I stumbled into the hotel room itself, having comically and impossibly attempted to get through the door at the same time.  We were latched together instantly – even before the door had latched behind us.  What I felt in that moment was theoretically bizarre, but functionally impossible to ignore.  He – check the pronoun – he was fucking irresistible.  Not just in a momentary, looks-like-a-fun-toy sort of way, either.  There was something very unusual about him.  He was older to be sure.  Older than I usually go for, and doubtlessly older than me.  Perhaps a great deal older, but if I’m being honest, his age was quite a mystery to me, and that mystery was itself responsible for a significant portion of the attraction.There was nothing but chemistry between us; nothing intellectual, nothing akin to real passion.  More like poison than passion really, but more like a high than pure toxicity.  As he fell to the soft push of my hands I smiled at his eagerness.  When he hit the mattress I asked “How am I doin’?”“Good,” he said, “Until you asked.”“Note taken.”“Excellent.”  His voice was quasi-sinister, but it felt too practiced to be genuine.  “If you can make the customers feel like this, though…”“I haven’t even touched you yet.”He smirked.  “And you never have to touch them.”“And…” I knelt at the foot of the bed, “If I want to?”“Mmmm…” he moaned in relief as the anticipation fades “Off the clock you can do anything you like.”“Anything?”“Be reasonable.”“Is this okay?” I asked as I unfastened his belt, then his pants.

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