Long Flight Home-Dinner & Dessert (part 4 of the Carmen Adventures)

*Tap, tap* “Monsieur, Mademoiselle, shall I bring your dinner in?”

Carmen was asleep. With each breath her belly pressed into mine. The door opened and Henri wheeled in the cart with the food and six open bottles of wine: three each of red and white. “You choose the wine please,” I said. He nodded as he finished setting the table.

“I will have something for you to clean after dinner, Henri,” I said as he was leaving.

“Very good, Monsieur. I will see to it,” he said, winking as he left.

I brushed my fingers down Carmen’s cheek. She stirred and inhaled deeply and said, “Food’s here?”

“Henri just brought it. You hungry?” I said as I undid the seat belt at her back.

“Famished.” She kissed me then eased herself off my lap. She let the pajama top fall to the floor, raised her arms above her head, stretching all the way up to her tiptoes. She slowly turned and walked into the bathroom. Before she closed the door she leaned back for a look at me. She saw the wet place at my crotch and said, “Hmm. Nice takeoff. Heh, heh, heh.”

She picked up her PJ top on the way to the table. I went into the bathroom and stripped. I placed my wet trousers and boxers in the box behind the toilet and pressed the *Service* button to let Henri know they are there. I washed up, put on my silk PJs, and joined Carmen at the table.

She was sitting upright, top hanging open leaving her breasts partially exposed. She was sipping the white wine Henri had poured. As I approached, she again inspected me. “That looks great on you. I can’t wait to get you out of it. Ha ha. Will you give me a little spin so I can see how you look?”

I turned and let the robe slip down my back and caught it with my elbows. I looked at Carmen over my right shoulder, smiled and gave an exaggerated wink. I took the robe off and swung it over my shoulder and sashayed toward the door swinging my hips, high stepping and placing one foot before the other as though I was strutting down a runway at a Paris fashion show. I turned sharply by Carmen and struck a pose, popping my hip by her face.

“Good boy,” she said slapping my ass. “Let’s eat, shall we?” she said as she took one of the long green beans and playfully bit off the end.

I tossed my robe on the bed and took my seat across from this gorgeous creature. We were in no rush as we dined. Bites were separated by small talk about her job and my travels. Periodically she moved her hand down her cheek or neck to divert my gaze from her eyes. It may have been an hour before we had finished both plates and all the wine.

I took the iPad with the cabin controls from the seat pocket and tapped the *STEWARD* button then I set the lighting for a more appropriate after dinner ambiance, that is, very low. I also changed the music to light orchestral favorites, which is a mix of 19th and 20th century compositions.

After about a minute we heard *tap, tap.* Henri entered pushing his cart. He said, “Monsieur, Mademoiselle, Cognac?” He quickly cleared the table of the dishes and set out a fresh plate of grapes and cheeses. He reached into the warming box and removed two short-stemmed snifters and poured a shot into each. The warm surface of the crystal immediately released the fragrance of the aged brandy.

He handed Carmen a glass then one to me. She looked intently at the garnet-colored liquid tipping the glass this way then that. I smiled at her as I lifted my glass to my nose and deeply inhaled. Carmen took a smell of hers, raised it toward me and clinked it against mine, “To love and life.”

“To life and love,” I replied and we both sipped and savored the first taste. “What do you think so far?” I took a grape and selfishly stared at her, slowly taking in her beauty from top to bosom.

She slowly looked around the cabin as if taking inventory and said, “It’s just like first class—except for the privacy, pajamas, personal steward, full bath, big screen TV. If I had to, I could get used to it.” She smiled coyly and took a grape.

We nibbled at the cheese plate and finished our after-dinner drinks. I called for Henri then stepped into to bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

The table was cleared and Carmen was laying on the bed in a seductive pose, her right hand propping her head. Her pajama top was fully open. The left half hung down barely covering her breasts. Her smooth legs and pubic area were in full view. She looked at me and patted the bed across from her with her left hand then she turned her hand and beckoned me with her index finger.

I hopped up onto the bed mirroring her pose. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. “Make yourself at home, my dear. My cabin is your cabin.” I brushed her hair back with my right hand and kissed her neck.

“Mmm. I will give you an hour to stop that,” she said.

“What will we do with the other six hours? He he he.” I lifted the free side of the pajama top and flipped it behind her. I caressed her perky left breast and gently rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“I think a creative, resourceful man such as you will think of something after that season of foreplay,” she said as she reached and started unbuttoning the top of my pajamas.

I lifted her pajama top off her arm, fully exposing her magnificent body. I playfully traced every bit of her skin raising goosebumps as I went.

When she finished unbuttoning me, she pushed back the fabric and ran her fingers through the curly, salt and pepper hair on my chest. She stopped from time to time to lean in and take my nipple into her mouth and alternately suck and bite it.

Suddenly, she sat up. Leaving her pajamas on the bed, she pulled my PJ top completely off and tossed it aside. She shoved me back and straddled my waist looking down at me. “What do you think so far?” She said as she took my hands and held them to her breasts.

“Except for your stunning body, amazing smile, sensuality and sexual aggressiveness, you are just like every woman I have ever known. If I had to, I could spend my life getting used to it.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She leaned forward and kissed my lips while she reached back and found the stiff bulge pressing on my pajama pants. “Flattery and a hard cock, that is,” she said as she squeezed. “Do you mind if I turn around, Dear? I have this fantasy I would like to play out.”

“As you wish. Do you want to tell me your fantasy or make me guess?”

She turned and placed my hands on her thighs and leaned forward. She pressed down the fabric of my pajama pants making it tight against my cock. It was so tight she could see the veins and rim of the corona. She pursed her lips and lightly blew cool air on my scrotum and watched my balls change position.

“I think I will let you guess,” she said as she sat up and raised her knees to place them above my shoulders on either side of my head. As she leaned forward, her wet pussy slid up my chin and halted just as her moist labia met my lips. I inhaled her fragrance deeply before extending my tongue for a taste.

“Sixty-Nine?” I mumbled from between her legs.

“Good first guess. You might be partially right,” she said as she unbuttoned the fly on my pajama pants. She parted the fabric and reached in to pull my cock through. She reached in and pulled out my roiling testicles too.

She took one testicle in each hand and pulled them down, away from the shaft. As she did this, my cock raised from my belly. She flicked the slit a few times with the tip of her tongue then proceeded to lick both sides and around the corona. Meanwhile her hips were beginning to rock, grinding her clit into my parted lips.

As she flicked, I flicked. When she sucked, I sucked. If she bit, so did I. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t know what her fantasy is, but it could be: use a cock as a remote control oral pussy stimulator’.

After a few minutes, her play became more intense. She was now vigorously squeezing my balls and had fully drawn my throbbing cock into her mouth. Her head was bobbing rhythmically and her pussy was pressing so hard on my mouth I thought I might bite off my tongue. This isn’t just foreplay; this is serious sex. I feel her vagina getting warmer and it is pulsating. So is my cock. We are about to cum. All at once, at the same time, she squeezes her thighs against my head and her hands on my balls, signaling her release and causing mine.

She held the pressure for a few moments as she swallowed the last hot semen. I kept a constant pressure on her clit with my tongue as it slowly softened. She let go of my balls and wrapped her hands around the shaft as she slowly pulled it from her mouth keeping the suction as she did. It finally came out with a *pop*. “Mmm.” She said as she rolled off.

She sat up, legs crossed, facing me with a huge smile on her face. She was still breathing heavily but coming back to normal. She looked at my still serviceable erection and slapped it playfully as she leaned forward for a kiss on my mouth. “You gave all that and he’s still ready?” She could smell her scent all over my face and kissed everywhere her sweet pussy had been.

“Maybe,” I said. I traced her back with my free hand while she kissed my face. “But I have a fantasy too—to fall asleep with your naked body touching mine.”

“I can’t let you have that.” She said playing with my chest hair.

“You’re going to keep me awake having sex all night?” I said in mock protest.

“No,” she pouted, “it’s just that I have a pajama pants fetish. I want you to have your pants on all the time we are together, okay?” She reached her hand down and guided my cock and balls back inside the fly and patted them gently through the pants. She looked in my eyes and said, “except for that, I am happy to grant your fantasy, okay?”

“Sure, okay.” I kissed her lips then the top of her head as she laid it on my shoulder. Her breasts were against my arm. Her right leg was draped over my right leg her still warm pussy tight against my hip. She kept her right hand resting on my softening cock.

We drifted off to sleep to the pulsing *thrum thrum thrum* off the powerful engines propelling us across the Atlantic toward New York.

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