En Route

He caught sight of her as soon as they cleared him.  His mood escalated at once.  He had harbored some apprehension that she might not wait as promised.   The fact that she broke into an absolutely dazzling smile as soon as she spotted him didn’t hurt at all.

“Finally through with the hero?”  She nearly ran up to him.  Her eagerness was almost overwhelming.  A girl that looks like this and has nothing more interesting to do than to be there to meet him – if there’s a God, he was definitely on His “A” list today.

Speaking of God, if He were redesigning angels, He could do worse than use this girl as a mould.  She was tall and leggy with everything in the right place and in the right proportions.  It seemed that if her tits had been a cup larger or her hips had been an inch wider or narrower, the perfection would have been compromised.  As it was, there were no deficiencies to report.  A 10 with a bullet.

He had only just gotten around to making that assessment, though.  In their earlier meeting he had been mesmerized by her face.  The first thing that arrested him were her impossibly large, violet (yes, damn it, really violet) eyes.  These were set below a broad forehead and above a set of classic cheekbones.  From there the shape of her face found its way to a perfectly pointed chin.  Crowning the whole affair was a halo of chestnut brown hair in one of those perfectly mussed dos that only meticulous attention can achieve.

Her outfit projected the same studied casualness as her quaff.  Perfectly fitting jeans that advertised the lack of a spare ounce anywhere surmounted stylish high-heeled boots.  A high-necked tube top that framed her tits just so and quit a couple inches above her waistband dressed her out.  An open denim jacket acted as insurance against the vagaries of the temperature in the late Spring in New York.  She wore no jewelry except for a small white gold ring on the center finger of the soft, subtly manicured right hand that she had offered him earlier when she introduced herself as “Francesca”.

“Uh, yeah.  They finally let me go when I told them emphatically I didn’t want any fuss or 6 o’clock news exposure.  The cop will probably give them my name, though, so I’d better shag-ass out of town before I’m recognized.”

The gorgeous smile disappeared into a grimace – a charming grimace, truth be told. 

“Yeah, I know that drill.  Better follow your own advice.”

He was momentarily curious.

“I noticed you booked for the exit when the press arrived.  Publicity shy?”

The smile came back with a hint of mischief.

“Well, when you’re wanted in six states and the District of Columbia you have to stay out of the public eye.”

He laughed appreciatively.  Quick witted, lively and beautiful – had to be a limited edition piece.

She took his arm matter-of-factly as though she assumed that her appropriation was an entitlement.  Add assertive and self-assured to the list.

As she guided him out of the hospital, she asked, “Can I at least buy you a cup of coffee?”

“That was going to be my line,” he replied as they stepped out into the Queens neighborhood.

“Ooh, your hand,” she remarked as she noticed the bandage that swathed his knuckles.

“No biggie,” he replied with the mandatory casualness of the he-man rescuer.  Actually, it had been a pretty deep and nasty gash from some jagged metal.  He had earned himself a tetanus shot when that was examined.  It hurt much worse than the laceration on his head that they mercifully deigned not to bandage.

“Oh, but it’s a badge of honor,” she said with theatrical breathlessness, “earned in the service of a lady in distress.”

She raised his hand to her lips and reverently kissed the bandage with a teasing glint in her eye as she watched for his reaction.  She could not have seen the reaction in his pants as his hitherto loose cock gave a twitch at the combination of touches.  His visible reaction was a hitch in his breathing.

He moved to cover up this break in his cool.

“Why, ma’ma, I do believe that your kiss has cured my injury as if by magic,” he drawled.  “If only I had a cold sore on my lip that needed your healing ministrations.”

She giggled, then stopped and swung around in front of him.  With one continuous motion, she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.  The kiss was short and her eyes were sparkling with fun when she withdrew.  She held the embrace long enough to tell him, “I also do preventative medicine.  You’re now inoculated against cold sores.”

She slipped away from him and resumed her grasp on his arm as they continued down the street.  His mind was numb.  He hadn’t had time to raise his arms to return her embrace.  His tardy return kiss had met open air.  One thing that did remain with him was that his six-foot-two frame had proved almost the perfect height for her to comfortably reach his lips with hers.

She selected a non-descript bagel shop for their coffee.  They had passed some tonier looking places, but she gave them no notice.

Once settled, she brought up the events of earlier in the day.  He accepted her choice of subjects because that is what they had in common right now.  If she had preferred, he would have gladly discussed fly fishing just to remain in her presence.

They had both been passengers on the rail line taking them out to JFK Airport early that afternoon.  Although they were traveling in the same car, they mutually admitted not noticing each other until it happened.  A sudden tremendous jolt followed by a series of bangs occurred as the car heaved up and canted over at a sickening angle.  People and baggage went flying in all directions.  Both of them had been seated on the same side of the train directly under luggage racks.  That eventuality shielded them from the missiles that launched themselves from the racks.  Better luck, they were on a side of the train in which they were pressed up against the car wall but not thrown.  Nevertheless, Francesca must have bumped her head because the next thing she remembered was this man, Mark, hovering over her.

“Miss?  Come on, Miss.  We have to get out.”

She remembered trying to gain her feet but communication had broken off between them and her head.  She looked confusedly up at him.  That’s when he picked her up.  As she recalled the scene as she waiting for him to finish with the authorities and press in the hospital, it could not have been an easy thing to have picked her up and carried her out over a floor that was listing at a crazy angle and strewn with debris.  As it turned out, she was neither the first nor the last person Mark had helped from the train.  Some fifth graders were on their way to the airport for a midterm class trip.  Most of them were dazed and disoriented as Mark and one of the teachers carried and walked them out. 

The urgency of the situation was brought to her when she reclined on the embankment to watch the proceedings as her head cleared.  A billow of black smoke was emanating from the car from which she had been evacuated.  Someone in her hearing at the hospital had suggested that the source was an electrical fire that been fueled by the contents of some of the baggage.

When the firefighters arrived, the evacuation of the car was complete, so they turned their attention to dosing the flames.  The import of all of this was sinking in when Mark came over and knelt down in front of her.  He was smiling shyly although his scalp was bleeding and his clothes dirty and disheveled.  Her first impression was how good looking he was – light brown hair, tall and athletic with hazel eyes and that very sweet smile.

She spoke first.  

“Are you the one that carried me out?”

“Yeah … Are you alright?”

“I don’t know.  I guess …”  Absurdly, she thought of checking herself out in a mirror.  It was then that she noted that her purse had somehow traveled with her.  Then she looked at him.

“How do I look?”

His smile grew slowly.

“You look fabulous.”

It was then that she thought she was going to like him.

“How did you know what to do when all that went down?”  She asked after a sip of coffee.

“As it happens, I was a fireman.”

“Was?”

“Something I did when I was stalling over going to college.  I took the training and worked for about a year and then decided to go back to school.”

“And what do you do now?”

He seemed self-conscious.

“I’m an aerospace engineer.”  He seemed to hold his breath waiting for her reaction.

She wanted to be careful.  Apparently, he was sensitive about the subject.  Was it because she’d think he’s a nerd?

“Wow.  Isn’t that the real name for rocket scientist?”

He smiled and relaxed.  He decided he’d better seize some initiative or she was going to run out of questions, finish her coffee and walk out of his life.

In response to his first question, she admitted that she was indeed a model and had been on her way to the airport for a flight that would take her to a European shoot.  She seemed to be reluctant to have too much made of her profession, answering detailed questions with vague references to some catalogue, some magazine and some runway work.

She was more forthcoming about how she got into the line of work.  She was taken on by an agency for placement after her mother got her involved in modeling and commercial work as a sixteen year-old.  Her mother wanted to prevent her getting any further involved as a singer in a rock band.  She talked about how it affected her relationships with her fellow high schoolers and how she felt as though she had had about half a youth.  But then the stories about the amazing experiences when she first broke into modeling came out.  They were by turns funny, interesting and absurd.

By the time they had started on their second cup, she was opening up to him as she had few other people.  She realized that he was an active, engaged listener who could contribute to her tales with wry observations and witty analogies.  And his laugh was wonderful.

They found common ground in the circumstances that had put them on the train that fateful day.  Both typically took private transportation, but had relented on the advice of his college buddy from New Jersey and her mother now living in Nassau County to try the convenience of the train.  The irony drew them together.  Then she brought up his heroics and unashamedly credited him with saving her life.  He was deeply embarrassed but also gratified by it – coming from her.

The third cup remained untasted in front of them as they started on past relationships.  They both insisted that they were more often the victim than the victor in that arena. The give and take was getting so natural that he began to feel that he indeed had a chance with her.  He was beginning to entertain the notion of that gorgeous body naked and underneath him when her mobile phone sounded.

She broke off, apologized and fished it from her purse.  She frowned at the enunciator screen and then opened the phone.

“Hi, Wayne.  No, I told you I was in a train wreck. … They have to make exceptions for stuff like that.  How the hell can anybody prevent that?”

She listened and then, chastened, responded in a more contrite tone.  “Yeah, okay.  I shouldn’t have done the train.  Do you think they’ll make an issue out of it?”

More listening. 

“Okay, see what you can do about another flight.  Let me know.  No, I don’t know where my luggage is.  Probably burned in the fire.  No, I don’t have any wounds.  I might have some bruises, though.  I haven’t taken inventory.”

Then she looked up at Mark and saw the concern.  She made a decision and waited for the voice on the other end to finish.

“Wayne, are any of the properties available right now?  I need some place to regroup.  The Addison?  Can you set it up for me?  Until the next plane.  Tomorrow at the latest.  Great.  You’re my angel, Wayne.”

She closed the phone and paused a moment before she looked Mark in the eye.

“Mark, I’m afraid I’m going to have to be heading out of town pretty soon.  Contractual obligations, you know what I mean …”

Mark held his breath.  That’s it.  Blown out of the water by some stupid faggot of a model handler.

“… but there are only two things I want right now.  One is to know you better and the other is to show my gratitude for what you did for me today.  To me they come down to the same thing: I need to go somewhere with you right now, get naked and have you put your cock in me.”  She took a shaky breath.  “Will you do that for me?”

Mark’s heart slammed into high gear so quickly that he thought it was going to jump out of his chest.  He believed he could hear his own pulse in his ears.  He did manage to speak, however.

“Of course, Francesca.”

He left a ridiculous amount of money on the table to cover the bill.  She flagged down a cab with the aplomb of the highly practiced.  The address she gave the cab driver was somewhere in lower East Manhattan.  That barely registered in his brain when she slipped into his arms and shut down all his mental activity.

Their mouths moved against one another as their coffee-favored tongues danced.  Their hands explored each other.  His shirt opened under his grimy jacket to admit her hands for an inventory of his pecs, his abs and then lower regions.  His cock attained ramming tension before they had gone a half dozen blocks.  The notion of unleashing his cock, stripping her out of her jeans and fucking her right there in the cab flitted through his mind.

For his part, the tube top readily yielded up its secrets.  The sheer cupped support bra had a back closure.  He felt her breasts expand against him as it came undone.  He navigated his way around in front to sample the fruits of his labor but found the loose bra and snug  top too confining.  She sensed his difficulty and found a quick solution.  Momentarily leaning back from him, she hiked her top up to her armpits, bringing her breast into full view and access.  They felt as exquisite as they looked.

He managed to get his mouth on her nipple and was rewarded with a little gasp.  The subsequent tug on his cock he took as encouragement.

He was applying himself to the problem of how to get into her very tight jeans when she suddenly straightened up and pulled away from him.  She smiled apologetically.

“We’re here,” she whispered as she started to pull her top down.

He glanced around in surprise.  That had been a quick trip.  Where is inter-borough traffic when you need it?

The driver didn’t seem to be paying attention, but Mark noticed that he could see himself in the rearview mirror.  Apparently, he didn’t miss the show.

They worked their way down the block and pulled to a stop in front of a high rise residential building.  Francesca paid the fare and gracefully alighted without losing her grip on his hand.  He found himself being steered smoothly into the building, past the security guy who seemed to be expecting them and into the elevator.  Indeed she apparently needed no more authorization than the smile that she flashed to the deskman who produced the key.  He called her “Ms. Baker”, Mark noted.  The first indication he’d had of her last name.  The guy’s eyes serreptiously followed her until the elevator door slid between them and the lobby.

Once the elevator door closed, she was on him again.  They started at the top of the program with a course of face-eating.  The ride was too short to progress beyond that and some vigorous groping.  They nearly tumbled into the hallway is they tried to alight without breaking the kiss.  Both of them laughed as they grasped each other for balance.

She fumbled with the key in the lock.  The fact that she was responding to his hand groping her ass didn’t help her dexterity.

Inside, with the door kicked closed they peeled each other out of their jackets while holding a full lip lock.  He found that he had to continuously relocate his grasp on her as she moved in a disrobing dance. 

Suddenly, she pulled away out of his reach.  He looked at the amusement and excitement on her face and then at the rest of her.  To his astonishment she stood naked as the day she was born with her clothes strewn around her.  He took in the bobbing of her breasts and the smoothness of her shaved pussy as it sank in.

“How …”

He was interrupted by her burst of mirth.

“If you want maximum sex in the minimum time, date a runway model.  Nobody strips faster.”

“Jeez.  You didn’t even break the …”  She raised a checking straight arm as he reached for her.

“You’re wasting time.  Hold still.  I’ll take it from here.”

He stopped, wondering what she meant, but she was already in motion.  His clothes began to disappear as she moved – no whirled – around him.  His shirt opened, then peeled from one arm to the other just before it launched free into the air.   He barely registered that when his belt was undone, fly opened and pants around his ankles.  That was only about a nanosecond before his undershorts joined them.  Then he was on one foot, grabbing for her bare shoulder to steady himself as one shoe and sock left his foot.  His rigid cock bobbed foolishly as his bare foot kicked clear from the restraining pant leg.  He instinctively planted that foot before the other one came up off the floor for similar treatment.  And then he was naked.

She was back in his arms, his hard cock trapped between their nude bodies.  Her body writhed and ground against his as their faces resumed their mutual mastication.  For his part his hands were exploring every part of her smooth body that he could reach.  One managed to travel down the crack of her ass to slip between her legs to frig her cunt lips.

That caused her to break the kiss long enough to gasp.  Then she forced his cock down between her legs so that she could grind against it with her pussy.   He responded by grabbing her under the ass cheeks and raising her off her feet until his freed cock head had a clear path to her pussy.  Then he pushed up as he let her down. 

She had to wiggle to finalize the alignment, but all went well.  She held her legs splayed while his cock fully penetrated her.  Her moist softness enveloped him giving him that second best feeling in the world. Her breath hitched repeatedly as they completed the coupling.  Then she draped her legs around him.

She looked directly into his eyes from under her own half-opened lids.

“Take me to bed,” she breathed.  “Fuck me like a lady should be fucked.”

His brain was in serious overload.  He could do no more than register the demand and comply.  He held her tightly and began to walk laboriously in search of the bedroom.  He’d hardly started down the hall when he lost his balance and caromed into the wall.  Fortunately he turned his body in time to absorb the bump with his shoulder.  She was able to draw her breath enough to titter at the comedy of the situation.  He joined her amusement for a moment and then resolutely heaved himself vertical and marched through the bedroom door.

He spilled her onto the end of the bed, going down with her to maintain his cock inside her.  After the slightest pause, he began to slide her up the bed.  She arched her back and used one arm and her legs to assist the process.  The twisting of her pussy against his cock during this maneuver generated an amazing series of sensations.  Then just as he was beginning to fear he would shoot prematurely, they came to rest.

He lowered himself onto her while she raised her legs to loop them around his waist.  He was fully inside her, grinding gently against her mons.

She was breathing through her mouth as she looked into his eyes with her mesmerizing violet orbs.  Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, she managed a breathy whisper.

“My body’s all yours … Enjoy…it.”

If possible he felt his cock spring to an enhanced stiffness.  The urgency in his loins redoubled.  He needed to fuck her more than he’d ever needed to fuck before.  He needed to fuck her with all the power he could muster, no matter what the cost – even if it killed them both.

At the last moment, he caught himself.  No, slow and easy.  Not too quick.  Bring her along.

He forced himself to begin with slow, circular motions of his cock while he held himself well in her.  She picked up on this and started working her pelvis in the same pattern.  He watched as the flush brightened on her face and a look of urgency came over her.  Her breathing became more ragged and the grip of her arms and legs tightened.

Concentrating, he added a slow thrusting to his fucking motion.  She responded by arching her back and adding her own effort to the thrusting.  A hissing quality crept into her breathing which became more labored.  She tried to make him thrust faster but he countered by slowing while increasing the radius of circles.

Suddenly, her vocalizations became little cries from the back of her throat.  Then she stiffened and squeezed him as tightly as possible.  Her cunt muscles contracted.  He was held immobile while her body spasmed with her orgasm.

When the last waves subsided and she began to relax, he took charge.  He leaned into her and began straight stroking, slowly at first.  As she rallied to rejoin his efforts, he picked up speed.  She matched his stroking, arching her back to maximize the penetration of each thrust.

The increased wetness of her pussy as a result of her orgasm impeded the friction he sought.  She seemed to sense the problem and tightened her pussy muscles.

At last the tingle in his cock started up.  He was nearly at his goal.  As the sensation grew, his rhythm broke.  It crossed his mind to withdraw before he shot, but then he felt her legs tighten around him, drawing him further inside her.  With that decision made, he took his final plunge and exploded.

His body bucked with the after shocks of the powerful orgasm.  Finally, he collapsed on top of her.  Both of them relaxed and waited for the haze of their mutual ecstasy to subside.

When their breathing slowed, he raised himself on his forearms.  She opened her eyes as he did so.  They gazed at each other for a while.  She was the first to speak.

“That was amazing, Mark.”

He managed a smile.  “Agreed.”

She moved her hands slowly over his back as though reminding herself of his feel.

“I have to have you inside me as much as possible.  We have to find a way to be together.”

Her voice had taken on a note of urgency that puzzled him.  While he was trying to decide on a rejoiner, a phone rang nearby.  Her hand darted under the pillow next to her and came out clutching a mobile phone – the same one she had had in the coffee shop.  How did that get …

She checked the display and then opened it and held it to her ear.  He was stunned that she was taking a call while his cock was softening inside her pussy.  Christ, she was still wet with their fucking.

“Yes, Wayne.”

She listened without meeting his eyes.

“Okay.  I’ll be down in a little bit…  Well, then he can just drive faster!”  She added the last with some impatience.

She closed the phone and set it beside her.  She turned back to him and placed her hands  on his arms.  Her look was serious with concern and regret.

“They put me on a later flight.  It’s time for me to go.”

All of his remaining afterglow disappeared in an instant.  His cock shriveled and fell out of her as a cold, disconsolate feeling enveloped him.  She sensed his emotional collapse and renewed her grasp on his arms.

“Mark, I still want you in my life and in my cunt.  Ride with me to the airport and let’s talk.”  When he didn’t find his voice immediately, she seemed distressed.  “Please?”

“Uh, okay,” he managed.

He rolled off her and remained on his side watching her.  She slipped off the bed, stood upright and looked down at him solemnly as her hands sought to push her hair into a more ruly arrangement.  In spite of himself, his eyes followed the lift of her breasts as she did so.

She solemnly extended a hand to him.  He took it with his and slipped off the bed to stand in front of her.  At that she turned and led him into the bathroom.

“We have to hurry,” she warned as she turned on the water in the tub.  “We don’t have much time for clean up.”

She tested the water, then stepped into the tub while beckoning for him to join her.  Once they were both standing in the water swirling down the drain, she took the hand-held shower head from its rack and handed it to him.

She smiled slightly.  “You put it in there, you can clean it out.”

With that she opened her legs and put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

He hesitated.  Did she really mean that?

Apparently, she did.  She took his hand and guided the shower spray between her legs.  He began to spray upward into her pussy.

“Use your fingers to open me up,” she coached gently.  He used his free hand to spread her lips and pushed the spray in closer.  Then he put two fingers inside her and spread her open.  He noticed his cock was reporting for duty again.

“Okay.  Enough of that, stud.  Get some shower gel on your hand and wash the lips.”

He switched hands and managed to perform that operation awkwardly, not before his antics elicited a chuckle from her.

Once he rinsed her pussy, she abruptly took the shower head from him.  Her mood seemed restored.

“Not too bad.   I think you may have a future in feminine hygiene.  Now it’s your turn.”

With smooth efficiency she wetted, soaped and rinsed his entire crotch.

“Very convenient of you to get hard – it makes it so much easier than dealing with all those soft dangly things.”

Her jocular attitude was being to buoy him as well, moving the gloom of their impeding separation to the back of his mind.

The water was shut off, a towel appropriated and a mutual drying ritual ensued.  She didn’t permit them to linger.  She matter-of-factly sat on the toilet and relived herself of those cups of coffee.  After seeing that, he could hardly demure, so he stood by the bowl and did the same while she checked her hair and face in the mirror.

“C’mon.”

They retraced their steps through the various rooms, retrieving her phone and finding their clothes.  Hardly were his shoes tied than they were in the hallway pushing the elevator call button.

Francesca took his hand anxiously as they boarded the car and held it all the way to the lobby.  Nothing was said.

She deposited the key with the same guy at the security station.  It occurred to Mark that this must have looked like a hooker’s trick.  They had gone upstairs less than an hour before.  Now here they were leaving having done no more than muss the sheets.  He guessed his reputation was shot in this place.  It didn’t seem to bother Francesca.  He wondered whether he was one of a long train of guys that she had escorted through that lobby on the way to and from a quickie.

Out on the street he was momentarily disoriented by the darkness.  It was later than he realized.

There was a limo at the curb with a middle aged black man in uniform leaning against it.  He stood up abruptly and flashed a dazzling smile as he caught sight of Francesca.  He came forward to open the door.

“Evenin’, Miz Francesca,” he crooned as he swung the door open for her.  She seemed delighted.

“Duane!” she chirped.  She stepped up and bussed him on the cheek.  “Oh, it’s good to see a sane face.  How have you been, panda bear?”

“Just fine, Miz Francesca, just fine.  How have you been?”

She rolled her eyes playfully.  “Crazy busy,” she groaned.  “You don’t want to know.”  Then she pulled Mark forward.  “This is Mark, my hero.  Mark, Duane my guardian angel.”

Duane offered a broad, friendly grin and a gentle hand shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Hero Mark.”  There was a broad tease in his manner.

Mark shook himself from his anxious preoccupation.  “And you, too, Angel Duane.”

They shared a chuckle at their mutual cleverness.   Francesca rolled her eyes with mock impatience before stepping into the car and pulling Mark after her.

Safely inside with Duane behind the wheel, the limo slid into traffic. 

“This time of day, we’ll be a while getting to Teterboro,” Duane advised.

Mark reacted.  “Teterboro?”

She reclaimed his hand and explained.  Her gaze was sober.

“The later flight is a private jet.  They decided it was worth the expense to keep me on schedule.”

“Oh,” was all he offered in a small voice.  He felt very much like a bystander at an event that didn’t involve him.

She turned to the chauffer.

“Duane, I need to have the partition closed.  Mark and I need to have a private talk.”

“No problem, Miz Francesca.”  The opaque screen was closed almost before he finished replying.

She turned her whole body toward him, tucking a leg under her as she did so.  Her expression remained a mixture of worry and urgency.  He thought her eyes seemed moist.

“Mark,” she began in a low, husky voice, “I’m really afraid that I’m blowing this.  I’m usually not assertive or take charge … I mean, I usually just take orders.  You probably won’t believe it, but I’m really still kind of shy.  Actually, I don’t even have that much experience with men – which is why I think I’m screwing up here.”

She paused to draw a shaky breath while she searched his face.  He surmised that his expression was not reassuring her.  Not wanting to discourage her, he took both her hands into both of his.

She looked down at their co-joined hands, apparently deciding that was sufficiently reassuring.  Her words tumbled out faster.

“What I mean is that I think I’ve done this thing backward and inside out.  I mean, dragging you off to squeeze in a quickie because I didn’t have the time to do anything else before it was time to go when what I really wanted was to spend more time getting to know you.”

Breath again.  He was beginning to realize that maybe she didn’t consider him a prop in an episode of her high-powered, continent-hopping life.  The recollection of her writhing under him as he fucked her flickered through his mind.  That certainly seemed sincere enough.  He decided she deserved some encouragement.

“Actually, I … like a girl that makes the first move when she wants a guy,” he offered quietly.

He backed that up with a smile.  To his consternation, her eyes welled over with tears that ran down her cheeks.  Panic set in.

“What’s wrong?  I said I …”  He broke off in confusion.  Despite her tears she was regarding him with wide open eyes.  Her voice hitched as she attempted to speak.

“The thing is, I can get this right if … if I didn’t have to go.  I’m off the France and you’re going to ... wherever.”

“To Toulouse … in France.”  He said it quietly and some hope began to form in a corner of his mind.

She blinked.  “To France?  Is Toulouse near the Riviera?”

“Well, kinda.  It’s in the South, same as the Riviera.”  He smiled slowly.  “Do you think I might bum a ride with you?”

Her face exploded with hope.  “Are you serious?  Will you really come with me?”

He felt control shifting back to him.  “Only if you promise to stop crying.”  He couldn’t believe his luck.  Suddenly he was going to Europe with a goddess who was hot for him and he would incidentally be able to keep his business appointment.   I do believe in God!

The thought wasn’t totally formed before she attacked him.  Bowled over in the seat with her on top of him, he had no choice but to surrender to the kiss she clapped on his mouth.   His only hope was that she would relent before she devoured him.

When she did finally disengage from the broth of saliva and tears they had generated her eyes were bright with new tears, but these were obviously of the joyous variety.  He was as much relieved as pleased.  Female emotions are ‘way too taxing to cope with.  Happy is better; gotta always go for happy.

After regarding him for a moment, she leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to make you happier than you’ve ever been in these next few days.  Your cock is going to take you to heaven by way of my cunt.”

He remained mute while he digested this.  This sounded positive but he was having trouble forming a mental image.  Was he in danger?

Abruptly she sat up and began unzipping his fly as he lay on his back.  She fished out his flaccid cock and eyed it.

“Poor little thingy went to sleep,” she crooned in a child-like voice.  A mischievous smile was forming on her lips.  “It needs to wake up.  It has a lot to do.  Come on, little thingy.  Mommy will give you a wake up kiss.”

With that she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth.  The warm moistness was just the incubator it needed.  It began swelling almost at once.  It seemed like only a matter of seconds before it was rock hard.

The good feeling made him want to hump her mouth.  Exercising restraint, he moved his hips only slightly, imagining that he was showing his appreciation without appearing to try to take charge.

Her head bobbed and her tongue swished the underside of his cock.  Oh yeah.  That broke his restraint.  He began stroking rapidly.  Her head bobbing increased to match his movement.  He grasped her head and guided it in its up and down motion.

They kept it up for a long time.  Apparently, he was in no hurry to cum.  He began to be concerned that she would tire before she brought him over.  He began to rotate his hips as he sought more friction.  Whether it was that or just that his time had come, he began to feel the blessed heaviness that precedes an ejaculation.

His thrusting became so rapid that she couldn’t keep up.  She held her head nearly still and let him do what was necessary.  Finally, with a groan he pushed into her mouth and came.

She seemed surprised by that development.  Attempting to swallow his emission, she alternately gulped and gagged.  Semen leaked from the corners of her mouth.  She slurped desperately trying to prevent its escape.

Fighting his way out of the fog of ecstasy, he attempted to show her mercy by pulling her head off his cock, but she stubbornly remained engaged.  At last he subsided and settled back on the seat.  She continued to hold his cock in her mouth and suck it.  Finally she let go.

She wiped her mouth sheepishly with her hand and looked at him shyly.

“I guess I need more practice with that.”  Then she added, “That’s the first time I tried to swallow.  It’s not as easy as you might think.”

He smiled up at her.  “It was great, Francesca.  And I promise to give you all the practice and coaching you need to become a great …” He hesitated over the word selection.

“…cock sucker,” she finished for him and then smiled.

She leaned over him.  “I want to be your favorite cock sucker, Mark.  I want you to be putting it in both ends of me and getting the ride of your life in either place.  Promise me you’ll be patient until I get good at it.”

He was touched by her earnestness.  He reached up and drew her head down until her lips touched his.  He gave her a soft, chaste kiss.  “I promise.”

She tucked her head under his chin and stretched out on top of him.  As she settled in, she gave a contented murmur.  Against his chest it sounded like a purr. 

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen from the flight deck.”  Mark opened his eyes groggily and stared at the ceiling of the limo.  Must have dozed off.  Are we on the plane?  He felt her stir on top of him.

The voice over the PA continued.

“We are ten minutes from our destination.  Please stow all personal items in preparation for arrival.”  There was a distinct chuckle as the system clicked off.

Francesca sat up and favored him with a sleepy smile.  She looked down at his crotch and picked up his limp cock which remained exposed.

“I guess this comes under the category of ‘personal items’”, she observed with a playful smile.  “I guess we’d better put it away.”

With that she leaned over and placed the head in her mouth.  She continued to watch his face as she did so.  Then she sat up and tucked it into his underwear and closed his fly.  Finished, she patted his crotch with satisfaction.

“There.  All neat and clean.”

She moved off him completely and they both sat up.  They spent a few moments in silence trying to put themselves in order.

“I must look a fright,” she muttered.

He grinned and patted her hand.  “If you looked any better, I’d be tempted to eat you.”

“Ooh, don’t mention food.  Wayne better have stocked that plane.”  Then she changed the subject.  “In with all those papers you have jammed in the inside pocket of your jacket, you do have your passport, don’t you?”

“Passport I got.  Aside from that, I haven’t even got a toothbrush.”

“Leave all that to me and the agency – one of the perks of being associated with high rollers.”

“In your hands, then, High-Roller.”  He vaguely wondered at that.

The limo came to a stop.  He followed her into the night where they took their leave of Duane and met a woman in a pilot’s uniform.  She was probably crowding 40 with straw-like blonde hair and wearing sunglasses.  In the dark!

She said she and “the Captain” would be flying “Ms. Baker” to France.  Francesca corrected that Mark would be joining her.  The woman didn’t miss a beat and just asked for his passport.

They sat in the terminal while the pilot went off to finalize arrangements.  Francesca leaned close to him with excitement dancing in her eyes.

“We’re the only two passengers.  Ever wanted to fly to Europe in the nude?”

His trouser snake started to twitch.

“That’s an intriguing thought,” said trying to sound non-committal.  She wasn’t buying it.

“You can bend me over a seat and fuck me from behind like a cheap slut.”

Mr. Snake was definitely interested.

She swept a hand over his crotch to check if her words were having the desired effect.  Satisfied, she rose from her seat.

“Hold that thought while I go to the ladies’ room.”

As she turned to leave his mobile phone suddenly came alive.  He fished it out of his pocket and noted from the display that it was his college buddy that he had left that morning.

“Hey, dog breath.  What’s up?”  Mark challenged.

“You said you’d call and let me know how you made out once you got out of the hospital.  It’s been hours.”

“Well, I ran into a situation.”

“A situation with that babe?”

“Yeah, kinda along those lines.”

“Details, man.  Did you get her out of her panties yet?”

“Hey, a gentleman never tells.”

“I didn’t ask a gentleman.  I asked you, ass breath.”

“Did I mention she’s a model and we’re going to France in her private jet?”

“Bullshit!”

“Nay.  A bullshit-free statement.”

“What’s her name?”

“Francesca Baker.”  Now that he said her full name a spark of familiarity was struck.

“Very funny.”

“No.  That’s her name.  Have you heard of her?”

“Only a numb nuts hasn’t heard of her.  Are you serious?  You don’t know who she is?”

“A little help, please.”

“She’s only one of the top five supermodels in the world right now, shit-for-brains.  And there are knowledgeable people who wouldn’t argue with you if you suggested that she was numero uno.  Hold on.”

Mark heard the clack of a keyboard and then a pause.

“Okay.  Magazine covers include Cosmo and Vanity Fair and of course she was last year’s SI swimsuit issue cover girl.  Let’s see … Oh, yeah.  She’s also the headliner in the last Victoria’s Secret catalogue.  Top paid … exclusive with Revlon cosmetics … sought after by …”

“Okay.  I get the picture.  Any personals?”  He was conscious of the thudding of his heart.  Top model in the world?  With him?

“No love life showing.  Says she’s kind of reclusive and gives very few interviews…  Lives with her mother on Long Island.”

“Her mother?”

“She only just turned 20.  Her mother traveled with her until she was 19.  Hold on.  You got your photophone ready?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Take a look at this.  It’s from a cosmetics ad.”

The display filled with Francesca’s – his Francesca’s – face.  He took a deep breath.

“That’s her alright,” he said quietly.

There was a pause, then a low, reverent “sonuvabitch” on the other end.

“Well, when you and Super Model set up housekeeping in Malibu, you won’t forget to invite your old buddy, will you?”

“Consider yourself invited,” he replied absently.  He caught sight of Francesca coming his way.  She met their pilot and they both continued toward him. God, she had a great smile! And the way she moves …

“Gotta go, buddy.  She’s back.”

“Safe trip, guy.  Don’t wear it out.”

He got to his feet just as they arrived.  Francesca slipped an arm through his.  She was holding both of their passports.

“Ready for your next adventure, Hero?”

He wondered if his smile looked as goofy as it felt.  “Ready as I can be, lady.”

-End-