Long Flight Home-Midnight Snack (part 5 of the Carmen Adventures)

The music changed to a vigorous Strauss waltz and I started to awaken from the sleep of satisfaction Carmen and I enjoyed. Her head was still resting on my shoulder. I turned my head slightly and breathed in the fragrance in her hair. That fired memories of our after-dinner playtime. As I re remembered the discussion of our respective fantasies, I became aware again of her warm naked body against my chest, her firm breasts pressing against my arm. Her hand was pressing on the fabric of my silk pajama pants.

Her fingers twitched. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Further awakening, I recognized the *thrum* of the engines over the softer phrases of orchestral music. I sensed the heat and weight of her hand on my cock, which was starting to fill. I had become alert and aroused.

I looked up at the flight map on the monitor and saw we were over the tip of Greenland approaching North America. We had about three hours before we would say goodbye and resume our separate lives.

I grabbed a pillow and tried to slip it under her head so I could slide out from under her. As I rolled onto my right hip to slip out, Carmen flopped onto her back with her right arm extended. She coughed lightly, but did not seem to awaken. That was easy.

I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom where I struggled to relieve myself due to my pounding erection. After finally finding the best angle to hit the toilet without impeding the flow, I washed my hands and freshened my breath with some mouthwash.

I noticed that Henri had delivered our clothes. They hung on the back of the door. He must have delivered fresh water, too. I took a couple of swallows before returning to the sleeping Miss Carmen.

The presidential class cabins are stocked with a number of pillows in various thicknesses and firmnesses. I selected one of the thicker ones and placed it beside Carmen’s hips. I slid my hand under her knees to lift them and to allow me to raise her buttocks with the pillow. She continued her sleep. Her eyes closed and her breathing consistent.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed and laid on my left side with my head near the pillow l had just placed. I pushed my head into the gap between her buttocks and ankles. I got just far enough to get my face close to her pubic area. My nose was filled with the pungent scent of the sea, where all life begins. Mmmm. I craved another taste.

I reached my right arm around her left thigh and found her clit. I gently stroked it and then let two fingers move down and spread her labia. Reflexively, her knees parted slightly making for better access. I probed the space between my fingers with my tongue. She was warm and moist but not yet wet, the perfect midnight, mid-flight snack.

I licked and sucked and stroked and probed for several long minutes until her hips started moving and I could feel her getting sufficiently wet. She moaned softly, “Am I dreaming?”

“Maybe,” I said as I withdrew my head and moved to her feet.

She kept her eyes closed and had a contented smile on her face. “I don’t want to wake up yet.”

“Then don’t.”

I parted her knees and inched forward on mine. I opened the fly off my PJs and pulled out my cock and balls. “I hope I’m still fulfilling your fantasy,” I said.

She reached her hands between her legs and felt for me. She found the tip of my cock and gave it a playful slap. She reached below and found my scrotum and my swimming testicles, which she pushed up with her fingers and let fall. Reaching still further, she finally found what she was seeking: the smooth silk of my PJs. “Yep!” She said, as she extended her other hand, grabbing fabric on both sides and pulling hard enough for my cock to slide directly into her. “You got my fantasy perfectly; now fuck me and fuck me hard.”

Carmen was back in control as she had been since I first brought her into my cabin. I wonder whether her dreams are actually some sort of telepathic power source. It doesn’t matter now. Whether I thought of this myself or she planted the idea somehow, we are both doing what we want.

She pulled and pushed me with great force and speed for several minutes then all at once she pulled me in and wrapped her hands behind my ass and held me still. “I feel you getting close. I am not ready for us to cum yet, so put him in *Park* for a few minutes and bring me those lips.”

She was quite aware of my pulsing cock and the change in my breathing. I didn’t want to end too soon either, so I’m glad she caught us. She slid her arms up my back for a hug and crossed her feet behind me.

Her lips were slightly open when they met mine. They are warm and so supple. She started kissing softly but passionately. Then she changed to sucking and biting my lips and finally she made her tongue stiff and began thrusting through my slightly parted lips, fully reversing roles with me.

After a few minutes, she said, “Do you mind rolling over? I love riding you. I want you in me so deep.” She loosened her embrace to allow me to start the turn.

I leaned left and pushed down on the bed with my right hand. Almost instantly I was on my back. Carmen’s palms were planted on my chest and she had started rocking her hips. My cock was buried deep within her tight vagina and she was grinding her clit on my pubic bone.

I could feel the heat and pressure returning. She kept a steady rhythm. Although the movement couldn’t have been more than a centimeter each way I knew our orgasm was going to be as intense as the pressure she applied.

She bit her lip as she rode through her first orgasm, but she maintained the pace. I could feel her contracting her vaginal muscles around my cock. It was as though she was milking me, squeezing from base to tip, base to tip, base to tip. Then she squeezed and held and slowed her hips to an impossibly slow roll. Slower, slower, shower until she stopped.

She repositioned her hands to cup my pec muscles. With her thumbs and forefingers, she rolled my nipples then pinched them firmly until she felt me twitch inside her. “Unh-unh-unh, one more minute and then we cum together,” she said as she quickly twisted my nipples then covered my mouth to muffle my yell of surprise. “Heh heh. Now that I have your complete attention, I want to feel the correct response to my every signal. Are you ready for our climax?” I nodded. “Good boy. Follow my lead.”

I felt her contract her vaginal muscles and hold for a long second then release. I squeezed in return. “That’s right,” she whispered

Next she squeezed twice in rapid succession then arched her back to press her clit into my pubic bone. I replied with my two squeezes and thrust my hips upward nearly bucking her off the bed.

“Touche! Very fine swordsmanship, sir.” She giggled. She leaned in and kissed my cheek and said, “I want to feel your hot release. Would you mind if we sped up this game?”

“As you command, Milady,” I replied laying there awaiting her next signal. She took my face in her hands and kissed me all over as she resumed her demonstration of internal muscle control. I tried to continue her little game, but I was no match. She had honed this skill. Still, she encouraged me, “That’s good. Don’t stop.”

Again, she rolled her hips. At first, she kept her chest close to mine. Then she paused briefly as she moved her arms down to my side and slid her hands behind my shoulder blades. She hugged me tightly, seemingly with all her muscles in unison.

I could feel my cock begin to spasm as her vagina bore down. Before I could release she braced herself with both hands on my shoulders and began bouncing violently. Through five quick thrusts, she vocalized, “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.” She fell onto me drenched in sweat and trembling.

We stayed still until our breathing and hearts resumed a more normal rate. My flaccid penis timidly flopped out of her vagina opening a channel for our hot mingled juices to drain down my inner thigh, tickling the sensitive skin there.

Carmen rolled off me and onto her left side. She propped her head on her hand and smiled. “Thanks for the ride,” she said with a chuckle, as she leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

She bounded off the bed, leapt to the table and grabbed a bottle of cool water, which she tossed to me. “I think you may need to rehydrate, ha ha ha.”

“I’m going to freshen up,” she opened a bottle and drank it as she put on a sexy strut and disappeared into the bathroom.

*–to be continued*

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