Dreams Take Flight (13 page)

“You mentioned earlier that you wanted to do something others would find interesting,” he said to her. “My advice is not to worry about other people, but to instead find something that turns your crank, something you have a passion for. Pursue that, and you’ll more than likely be happy while others are trying to satisfy other people and disliking what they are doing.”

“I already told you I have a passion for fashion, but no one is going to find that interesting.”

“Your passion shows every day, and people notice your breathtaking beauty. Your passion speaks to who you are.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Lucas, but that isn’t what I’m talking about. I don’t know what I want to do.”

As the storm continued, Heather and Lucas sipped their drinks, relaxed, and marveled at the storm’s fury. The room was dark except for the ghost-like shadows that appeared with each bolt of lightning, only to disappear as quickly as they formed.

Lucas was uncharacteristically excited by Heather’s presence. Her scent was one of purity—very subtle and sweet. Her head was so close to his that it allowed him to tease her with a gentle kiss on the head. He had never touched her hair before, since it was always perfectly in place, but couldn’t resist the temptation that night. Not knowing how Heather would react, he gently ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her silky strands. She pulled herself closer to Lucas, signifying acceptance and pleasure.

Heather couldn’t believe she was in Lucas’s apartment and engaged in such a romantic setting. She fidgeted with his belt buckle with her left hand, as though nervous and not sure what to do with her hands. His buckle, as usual, was large and ornate, making it an easy target in the dark room. Her three margaritas had a negative impact on her willingness to exercise restraint. She wondered if—or when—she should take the lead if Lucas didn’t.

Lucas continued to embrace Heather’s hip and sometimes caress her stomach. Her dress was silk, making it feel as though he were caressing her bare skin. He could feel the outline of her bikini panties. He’d become aroused. The little general was swelling and had become quite uncomfortable under the constraints of his tight underwear and shorts.

Heather could see the results of her closeness to Lucas. Due to her own arousal, not to mention the margaritas, she gently put her left hand over his straining cock. Unfamiliar with the arrangement of his package, she attempted to manipulate that exciting bulge so that it had the freedom to stretch and grow unobstructed. It became apparent that his clothing wouldn’t permit such an adjustment. Without taking her mind off her own pleasure, Heather gently but deliberately unbuckled Lucas’s belt, exposing the top of his zipper. Moving slowly, she lifted the zipper and began moving it southward.

Lucas tightened his grip on her hip and held his breath—not consciously, but out of anxiety, because he felt himself losing control. For the first time, Heather was in control of Lucas.

Zipper undone, Heather’s left hand returned to Lucas’s waist and slid into his underwear. Beginning her southward journey, she encountered the head of Lucas’s dick, swollen and rock solid—a mere inch from protruding from his shorts. She was overwhelmed by the size and hardness of his organ of passion. She gently stroked his dick, up and down from his head to his balls, toying with his hair as she paused between the two.

Lucas’s state of arousal neared a point of no return. His dick was so hard and swollen, it began to hurt. While Heather fondled Lucas’s dick, he stroked Heather’s stomach with his left hand, steadily moving to her groin. His touch was gentle. Her skirt was short and presented no obstacle in reaching her panties. He lifted her panties and slid his hand down to where her legs came together, where her groin was moist and hot. He moved his fingers, embracing her every fold and being careful to include her most sensitive area.

Heather was wet as her excitement built. Both Lucas and Heather were tentative in their explorations, not wanting to appear presumptuous.

“Heather, let’s go into the other room. We’ll both be more comfortable.”

“I’m with you.”

Lucas took Heather’s hand and led her into the bedroom, where they both began shedding their clothes as they passed through the door. Soon, neither had anything on but goose bumps from the chill in the air.

As they approached the bed, Lucas turned to his right and motioned to Heather that she climb in first. She lay there on her back with her legs slightly spread, her left leg bent at the knee and her left foot against her right knee. Her right leg hung partially off the edge of the bed. The light was dim, casting an inviting, mysterious shadow across her body. She was beautiful. Her skin was soft and smooth, her nipples erect. Concealed only by a shadow was her warm, moist threshold. Her legs seemed to guide Lucas to her place of erotic pleasures. Heather lay there, ready to receive Lucas and immerse herself in whatever pleasurable activities he had in mind.

Lucas leaned onto the bed, though most of his weight remained on his legs, which were planted on the floor. His arms reached out, caressing the inside of Heather’s legs as he inched his way toward the treasure that belonged to him on this stormy night—a gift from Heather. Moving slowly and deliberately, Lucas kissed the inside of Heather’s legs until he reached her valley of paradise. With the palms of both hands on the insides of her legs, he gently ran his fingers up and down her soft, silky, and moist lips, the doorway to her inner cavern, which held the ultimate gift of pleasure. Heather’s excitement was electric; every nerve reached the surface of her skin, making the slightest touch send her into ecstasy.

Lucas used his tongue and fingers like a musician stroking a finely tuned violin. He penetrated her repeatedly with his tongue, while caressing every part of her beautiful lady parts with his fingers. Heather squirmed in an attempt to exercise some control over her pleasure. Both of Heather’s hands gripped Lucas’s head as she traced his movements. She pulled her legs up by bending them at the knees, keeping her feet on the bed. She dropped her knees outward, spreading her legs wide apart. She arched her back, tightened her body, and, in an exhausted voice, announced her climax.

“Lucas! Lucas,” she said. “Stop, you’re killing me! Oh, please!” She held his head in an attempt to prevent him from sending her over the edge. “Come up here; let me hold you.”

Yielding to her plea, Lucas inched his way on top of her, pausing long enough to repeatedly kiss her tummy. His hands tenderly massaged her hard, erect nipples.

Heather continued to feel her climax rippling through her body. She squeezed Lucas, pulling him even closer. Lucas’s arms framed her body, with his hands just under her shoulders. He pulled her close, and they both enjoyed the moment, just holding each other.

The head of his dick gently touched the entrance to her warm and juicy cavern. As they met, Heather was even more eager to take him in. He teased Heather with his cock, gently brushing her. Heather’s state of arousal, never having diminished completely, returned with vengeance. Her legs spread wide apart, ready to swallow him with her wet and ravishing passage of love. She pulled him higher, and his cock began to penetrate with ease. Her slit was wet with love juices. With her hands on his buttocks, Heather pulled Lucas in even deeper, arching her back slightly to allow his giant cock to go even deeper into her. Lucas began thrusting his cock in and out, in and out. Heather moved her pelvis rhythmically, in tune with Lucas. They moaned together, finding immense pleasure in each other.

Heather strained to whisper in Lucas’s ear, “It’s happening again. I’m coming!” Her body stiffened, she pulled Lucas tightly to her, lifted her pelvis, and held that position so Lucas would have unobstructed access to her. He continued thrusting in and out until he reached an explosive moment of pleasure just seconds after Heather. Waves of electrifying pleasure rippled through their bodies.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, they relaxed ever so slightly, his cock still throbbing deep inside Heather. Her pelvic muscles gripped his dick as the aftershock of her climax returned, time after time. While their juices mingled inside of her, their sweat combined on the outside to form a magical scent.

The only thing remaining after such an emotional and physical encounter was sleep, and sleep they did, with Lucas still inside Heather. In the background, rain fell tranquilly against the window.

In the morning, the thunderstorm that had been so disruptive was nothing but a memory. The sun peeked through the window, gently waking Lucas and Heather. Lucas cuddled Heather from behind, his left arm under her pillow. His right arm was draped over her waist. Heather’s hands were overlapping and resting between her breasts.

As their state of consciousness returned to normal, and their heads begin to clear, they both lay there quietly wondering what the other was thinking. Both wondered what had taken place, beyond outrageous sex and orgasms beyond description. Had either offended the other? Had either been too aggressive?

Lucas decided that this wasn’t the time to worry. He loved whatever had happened, and as he recalled, Heather did too. Lucas’s dick was hard. It had been hard when he went to sleep, and it was hard as he woke up. It began to throb as he pulled Heather closer. Heather made the task easier by reaching over her right thigh to hold Lucas. Neither said anything. Lucas’s right hand moved from her soft, warm tummy to between her legs, still moist and so inviting. Lucas began stroking her every curve, inserting his finger to bring Heather to a state of arousal. She began to move in response to Lucas’s tender use of his fingers. His dick was sandwiched between her legs, next to her opening. Heather maneuvered her hips so she could feel the head of Lucas’s dick toying with the entrance to her pleasure-seeking cavern. Teasing Lucas, she began to move her hips in an orbiting motion, which put the head of his dick just inside of her, and then outside again. Lucas started to breathe heavily. When Heather woke up, she’d still been moist from her own love juices plus Lucas’s deposit the previous night. Her wetness had since become the result of passion.

Lucas placed his right hand below her bikini line, directly on her pubic area. As he pulled her toward him, Lucas pushed his hips forward, penetrating deeply into Heather. Doing her part, Heather gave Lucas an unobstructed path by lifting her knees toward her chin. Still spooning, they moved together as a unit. Lucas moved in and out, thrusting his dick deeper and deeper. His left hand toyed with her nipples, which had become sensitive with climax so near. She breathed heavier. Her hips moved in unison with Lucas, and she began to groan and then stiffen as her orgasm overcame her ability to function. The only thing Heather was capable of doing was immersing herself in extreme pleasure. Lucas, feeling Heather’s explosion, released into her once again. Once again firing rounds of passion with each throb of his dick, he quivered, with an occasional pause at each shot of euphoria.

Lying there speechless, both exhausted, they simply enjoyed their gifts to one another while holding each other closely. They both let their eyes close and, Lucas still inside of Heather, they momentarily became one.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Once is Never Enough

T
he following Friday was a normal day at the airport for Heather until Lucas arrived.

As Lucas passed through the lobby, he made his way to the counter. “Hey, Heather! Got anything going on this weekend?”

“Not yet. What do you have in mind?”

“The Indy 500 is on Sunday. If you’re interested, we could run over there tomorrow, watch the race on Sunday, and come home. Ever been there?”

“No, I haven’t, but would love to go.”

“Great!” Lucas said. “I won’t be back from my trip tonight until around three in the morning. Why don’t I run home then, take a nap, and pick you up around eleven? That’ll get us there around four. We can check in and still have a little time to explore the area.”

“We can do that, but if you want, you could crash at my place when you get back—that might get you to bed a little earlier.”

“I can do that, but please don’t use the word ‘crash.’ Let’s just call it a sleepover.”

With a smile, Heather said, “OK. I’ll see you early in the morning. Will you want anything when you get there? Something to eat or drink?”

“Just you. Can you handle that?”

“The question is can
you
handle it,” retorted Heather.

“Don’t know, but it will be fun finding out. We need to stop talking this way! I won’t be able to concentrate on my flying.”
Damn, she is looking good tonight! This flying every night is for the birds.

“Lucas, come here.”

Heather reached over the counter and took Lucas’s left arm in her hand. She then led him to the end of the counter where the pass-through is located. As they made their way to the end of the counter, Heather surveyed the empty lobby. Then she turned to Lucas and said, “This will give you something to think about while you’re up there.”

Heather took Lucas’s left hand, slid it under her skirt, held it on her pubic area, moved it down, and then began rubbing the soft, warm area between her legs with his fingers. After just a few seconds, she removed his hand and said, “Now go fly your airplane. I’ll have more of that waiting for you when you return.”