It is up to you if you believe these events are true. This describes consenting sex between an adult male and a minor female. If what is in the text offends you or is illegal in the laws that govern you, please do not read on. If you will continue reading this, I hope you enjoy.
After some thinking I decided to write this story down. In addition to aiding my memory of this event, I also have a desire to share this story, but cannot do that with the people around for fear of judgement. This happened a couple months ago, so my memory isn’t perfect, although I don’t think I will ever forget it. My name is Peter, I’m 34 and am just over 6’. I weigh roughly 180 lbs which leaves me at an average, maybe skinny build. I work as a translator and usually get flown around the west coast under my company. I haven’t really met a girl I wanted to settle down with, and ever since getting my job 9 years ago, it has been hard to create relationships. In my youth I didn’t create many either. My sex drive back then did lead me to multiple hookups, however. Despite having multiple forms of sex with multiple girls and sometimes on multiple occasions, I never did want or get anything lasting. I recognize an attractive woman on the street, but it seems my teenage years took all the sex drive I had, leaving none for me now. Now, on with what I wanted to write about. Danielle.
I was getting a flight from Chicago, my home (if I were to have one), to Salem, California. I don’t usually go very far from home, but the usual guy fell sick suddenly and I didn’t have anything scheduled. I would arrive today, have one meeting in the late evening tomorrow, and fly back the morning after. Since my company had a spending cap on my trip, I was flying economy class. It was 4:05, boarding was supposed to be in 10 minutes, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see young girl at my side, roughly junior high age. Her smile turned to a look of confusion when she saw my face. “You aren’t Mr. Slightbower.” She said, disappointed. Her voice was soft but not mellow. “No, I am not.” I said back. “Do you know him, are you related?” I turned my shoulders to full face her. “No, I’m Mr. Jacobson, er, well, Peter.” “I’m Danielle.” We shook hands. Hers were way softer than mine. “Where are you off to?” I asked. “Same place as you; I’m also on this flight.” “So, what are you and your family flying to Boston for?” “Well, my family is in Boston, actually. I just finished vacationing with my friends family, and they are already back in Boston. The flight they took was full so I went on this one.” “So you’re flying alone?” Given her apparent age this surprised me. “Yep.” She said. “You seem a bit young, don’t you think.” I voiced my opinion. She looked a bit insulted. “I’m 12, I can take care of myself. I’m actually quite mature for my age.” She said proudly, straightening her back. The top of her head came to about my collarbone. “Still, it can be a stressful process, even for people like me who have flown a lot before.” “Boarding will now start, please form a line.” The intercom blared. We grabbed our carry-ons all shuffled into line, her staying ahead of me. Other people might have thought we were father and daughter, I was certainly old enough. “Where are you sitting?” She asked. I showed her my ticket. “I think we are sitting next to each other!” She said surprised. I checked and sure enough she was right. “Would you look at that.” I said. “Well, I can help you if you need. Is this the first time you’ve flown?” I offered. “The second, I flew here. ” She said. “But because of my paranoid parents, they went over it a thousand times with me.” “Their probably just stressed about their daughter flying alone.” “No, they are paranoid about everything. What I watch, who I talk to, even what I eat. It’s annoying.” “I could see that.” I humored her, still mentally taking her parent’s side. Plus I wouldn’t be surprised if she was exaggerating. “That’s kinda why I wanted to get away from them this summer.” We went to the attendant’s desk and showed them our flight tickets. We passed through and onto the tube that connected to our plane. With the break in talking, I started to take note of her physical appearance. Using my memory and her walking in front of me, I put together a physical description. She was tall for her age, a good portion from her long, lean legs. Her whole body was lean, for that matter. She had a small nose, but her mouth was larger and so were her light green eyes. Her straight black hair cascaded past her shoulders and halfway down her back. She was wearing a loose v-neck sea foam t shirt and an informal flowered skirt. We arrived at our seats and she went in first, taking the window seat. I sat directly left of her. She looked out the window at the ground, watching something intently. She was beautiful, more like cute, more like hot, more like a combination. She was also sexy. I couldn’t believe I was saying that about a 12 year old. This was pervy. I still decided to admire her legs. Her skirt, which went down to her knees when she was standing, was now a third of the way up her thigh. It was lifted off the ground a bit, if someone was sitting facing her they might see up it. I wish I was in that position, but I wanted to stop thinking about her that way. She shifted and I turned and looked away from her nice legs. I looked at my watch instead. “You know, you should cross your legs when you sit down with a skirt on.” I told her. She quickly crossed her legs almost defensively, and I realized why. “It’s not like I was-” I started embarrassed. “Its okay.” She cut me off. “You know, I don’t usually wear skirts. My parents say they are too revealing. Do you think that?” She leaned towards me a bit. “No, not that length. Although you might get cold on a day like this.” “Huh” she responded and looked into her lap. I realized her shirt pulled away from her chest and I couldn’t stop myself from looking down it. Her breasts were just starting to form, but I could only judge from the cleavage I had a view of. “Do you-” she started and I turned my head to look at her eyes. She was already looking at me, she must have seen where they had come from. I was embarrassed but more frightened that she had caught me. “Do you think this plane will have any trouble?” She asked. Had she not caught me, or is she acting like it didn’t happen? Either way I was glad she didn’t say anything. “Well.” I said looking around. I wanted to take my eyes off her for both of our sake. “Planes have to go through a lot of security checks to start flying, we will be fine.” I noticed the plane was pretty empty from what I could see. First of all, there was no one beside me or on the row across the aisle. I craned my neck a bit and saw the aisle across and behind had no one, and in front had one person already sleeping. I couldn’t see any heads in front of us and I, trying to be discreet, checked behind us. No one there also. “Looks like not many people on this plane.” I said to Danielle. “At least, not around us.” “Hey.” Danielle said not reacting to what I said. “My legs are cold, can I get a blanket?” “What did I say?” I teased while pressing the button for assistance. Danielle looked out the window as the stewardess arrived. She seemed surprised to be beckoned so early. “She would like a blanket.” I said pointing to Danielle. “I’ll be right back with a blanket for your daughter.” “She’s-” I started but she had already walked off. I guess it was better that she thought she was my daughter. She came back quickly with a brown blanket and I thanked her for it. I turned to see Danielle still intently looking out the window. I extended the blanket over both our lower bodies. As I leaned over to reach her right side, I got a better angle down her shirt. I saw only a flash, and going over it in my mind, there was nothing very noticeable. Still, I started getting hard. “What’s up out there?” I asked. “Some technician looking guys are taking a look at the plane, I think.” She replied. “Probably nothing.” I said. She looked over to me. “You sure?” She asked. “If it is something serious, they won’t take off.” “Ok.” She replied. “Hey, my thigh is still cold, could you heat it up a bit with your hand?” “Sure.” I said. I put my left hand halfway up her thigh and started rubbing back and forth through her skirt. “Here, I’ll move this out of the way.” She said. After some movement under the blankets I now had my hand on her bare skin. Her thigh didn’t seem that cold, but it was colder than my hand which is unusual. I kept rubbing back and forth, enjoying her soft skin. She scooted over and leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. She closed her eyes, she didn’t seem sleepy, just relaxed and a bit tired. I put my right arm behind her back. I looked down and realized I had a line down her shirt. I couldn’t quite see her nipples, but I could see the whole top of her boobs. They were just small mounds on her chest, as I suspected. But they did have shape and volume to them, enough that she should probably wear a bra, which I could tell she was not. I was hard now but the position I was in concealed it well. I slowly, almost unnoticeable moved up her leg with my strokes. I was now getting three quarters of the way up her thigh but I didn’t dare push it further. On one stroke she readjusted and I had to consciously go back suddenly to not touch her crotch. She put her hand on my thigh, about half way up. She started slowly moving it up my leg towards my crotch. She wanted it too. I guess I was the one that had to be mature. It approached my crotch and I squirmed away. We both retracted our hands but I still had my arm around her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “What?” She said playfully. I leaned in close to her ear. “You shouldn’t do that, this isn’t going to happen.” I whispered. “Oh really.” She whispered back. “Just like you shouldn’t look down my shirt or work your way up my leg.” I blushed something fierce. “Hello, this is your captain speaking.” Came the intercom. “While running our pre-flight checklist we ran into a problem. As this is the only flight to Boston tonight, we will have to ask you to stay the night. We will provide vouchers for all your needs tonight. We apologize for any inconveniences this may cause. We will have up to date info on our website. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.” The speakers quieted. “So we’re staying the night here?” Danielle asked. “I guess so.” I replied. “Can, can I stay with you then. Please.” I neglected our recent shenanigans and nodded. I couldn’t leave her on her own. I got out then let her in front of me as we proceeded back into the building. We both got handed a voucher with hotel, two dinners, a breakfast and a lunch. How long would we be here? The hotel was just across the street, so after picking up our bags we proceeded there. When checking in, we showed the hotel our vouchers and they gave us a room key and room. I checked Danielle in as my daughter to not arouse suspicion. Our room was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. We got into the room and put our baggage down. When you walked into the room there was a small area for coats and a bathroom to the right. Past the bathroom was a queen sized bed with two adjacent nightstands. Across from the bed was a relatively new TV on top of a dresser. Past both those was a large window that made way for a balcony. There was a WiFi log in that we both quickly connected to. I noticed it was already 5:00. I grabbed the TV remote and laid down on the bed with my head propped up. Before I could find the news, Danielle laid to my right and snuggled in. I put my arm around her and she cuddled up to my side. I flipped on the news. Apparently some bill was getting passed today, I had no idea. Danielle again put her hand on my thigh and I wanted to hope it was innocent. Sure enough, she started moving up my thigh and actually onto my crotch before I stopped her. “Look,” I said quietly, turning to her. She turned on her side as well. “We can’t do this. As much as I want to keep going, we just can’t. ” “Why.” She summoned up an innocent sad face. “Cause I could go to jail, that’s why.” Where I would probably get beat up and maybe killed I thought. “I won’t tell.” She said. “Why would I?” “What if someone sees us?” “No one is coming in to this room.” “What if they hear us?” “I don’t know, we can turn the TV up.” “That might not help.” “They will probably just think it is an adult.” “Okay but what if someone can tell.” “Can tell?” “Ya, can tell by looking at us, how we act, you know, being close.” “Well didn’t you make us look like father and daughter?” “That’s even more reason not to do it.” “Okay daddy.” She said with a sly grin. “But please, it’ll be okay. We just need to be careful, that’s all.” She continued. God this decision was hard. My new boner was telling me to take one side, but if I got caught… I want her so badly, I haven’t felt this way in a while, I need to do something. I can be cool, she obviously won’t tell. No, I can’t. I put my hand on hers, which still lingered on my crotch. I ran it up her arm and to her shoulder. I put my hand against the side of her face, as if evaluating her. I can’t. But I really wanted to. With a sigh, I moved it down underneath her shirt and felt the top of her soft cleavage. She put her hand on the lump that formed in my pants. I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and she let me move it over her head. She squirmed out of her skirt with one hand while I admired her tits. They were nothing but mounds on her chest, well on their way in development, but they pulled me in. Her pink nipples were on the small side and were on their way to erect. I felt hands around my waste and soon found my pants and underwear at my knees. Danielle experienced a second of shock looking at my near fully erect penis. It stood only 4” long but nearly 2” thick when fully erect. She grasped the shaft and started rubbing up and down it semi-clumsily. I grabbed her hand and helped her for a second, focusing on my sensitive areas. In return, I pulled her panties down and exposed her vagina. It was tiny, only a small slit between two swollen and wet walls. I started to rub my hand against it, to which she started moaning softly. With my free hand I reached for the remote and turned the TV up until it was almost uncomfortable. I could still hear her moans because I was so close to her. I spread my fingers and slid my middle finger in between her lips, still rubbing up and down. I could feel her button, pressuring it every time I went by. I reached my spare hand across my body and onto her chest, groping her tits. We sat like this for a while until I could tell she was well on her way to an orgasm. I started stimulating her nipples through pinches and rubbing, which she obviously enjoyed. I positioned my hand and my middle finger stopped, poised at her entrance. I slipped it in, her pussy walls clamping it. I lightly fingered her until her moans got loud. She started grinding against my hand and that pushed her over the top. An orgasm shook her body, tightening her pussy around my finger. Her hips bucked up and down, and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her moans beat out the TV’s noise as I sustained her orgasm as much as I could. Her hand stopped moving up and down, instead gripping my boner. I turned to see her face; eyes closed and mouth open wide. Her bucking stopped and her pussy eased up. Her moans subsided as she sunk into the bed. “I see what people talk about.” She got out, catching her breath. “Have you not had an orgasm before?” I asked. She shook her head. “How do you know about all this?” “I’ve done some, uh, research, but never tried it, huh, on myself.” “Well you’re in for a treat.” I said and got out of my remaining clothes. Danielle did too, and I laid down on the bed. “Put your mouth by my dick and your pussy up by my mouth.” I told her. She did, and I got the beautiful sight of her 12 year old pussy staring me down. But this was time for action, not admiration. Her pussy hovered over my face, so all I had to do was lower it down and stick my tongue out, tasting her tangy juices. She moaned the second it touched her pussy lips; my ears had completely tuned out the noise from the TV. After a couple seconds of me tasting her lips, I felt her tongue touch my cock head. She licked it like she was tasting it. Soon after, I felt her kiss the head, then part her lips and take the head into her mouth. She worked her way down the shaft slowly, sending pleasure through my whole body, then drew back until she was again just kissing the top. She did this more, each time quicker and getting more of my shaft in her mouth. I kept berating her pussy with my tongue, and I decided to get my hands into it. I took them and spread apart her lips, giving my tongue access to her entrance. I started tongue fucking her and she really liked that. She was really wet and, whenever she took a break for air, it was filled with loud moans. Her orgasm was coming fast, and so was mine. Her hips started moving against my face, and she came up for a breath. She moaned loudly as her orgasm hit, and I held her hips to my face. She bucked while letting out several large moans for nearly a minute until her body relaxed. I removed my tongue and took a breath. She sucked my cock immediately and was pumping most of the way down my shaft. I was on the verge when she deepthroated my whole penis. I felt my balls empty as I spurted stream after stream of hot, pleasuring cum into her mouth and down her throat. She took it all well and swallowed when I had finished. She got off of me and laid down beside me. She was smiling ecstatically, she couldn’t help smiling. “Let’s do that again, c’mon.” She urged me. I looked at the clock. It was almost 6:00, and I was feeling hungry. “Let’s eat first, but before that we should shower.” I suggested. “Okay.” She said semi-reluctantly. We both got up and walked into the bathroom. The shower was small, but we made do. We took turns soaping each other, getting to know every square inch on the other’s body. After a while we got out and dried ourselves off. “Wear something nice.” I told her. “We are eating free, so we can eat well.” I got dressed in a business suit I had packed. When I looked up, I saw the image of beauty. She was wearing a red velvet dress that went down to her knees. It was supported by on strap over her right shoulder and revealed little cleavage, but most of her back. She put some small earring in and her hair was slicked back. She wore small black heels. “Wow, you look, amazing! You’re so beautiful!” I stammered. “Thanks.” She said shyly, hiding a smile. “Just remember, we are father and daughter, so we can’t be seen doing anything…” “Naughty.” She finished. “Ya, I guess.” We locked the hotel room behind us and took a bus to downtown. About a block away from our stop was a fancy looking restaurant, and we decided to go in. It was very nice and high end, but also somewhat deserted. The whole building had only five other groups when it could have held thirty more. We were sat down quickly and looked down the menu. I ordered a chicken parmigiana and Danielle ordered a steak. I got some white wine and she got cola to drink. We were given our drinks and told our orders would be ready soon. There was no one around us and we could see the waiter far away if they came, so I decided if we talked in low voice people wouldn’t hear. Danielle looked at her phone for a second then looked up at me. “The plane isn’t up to flying standards yet, so we will be leaving tomorrow at 11:00.” She told me. “Okay. What does your family and friends family think?” I asked. “One thing is for sure, they won’t let me fly alone again for a while. Either way, I told them I was staying with an elderly lady for the night, not a pervy old man.” She teased. “Hey, you started it.” There was an awkward silence. “Why did you- want to do what we did so much?” I asked. “I mean, it’s not bad to be, well, horny, but…” “I don’t really know. I guess I really liked how you thought I was attractive and, I don’t know, I wanted something physical to prove it.” “Don’t most people find you attractive?” I asked. She shrugged. “I wish. I always feel like, like I want people to think I’m sexy, like I want the attention. But not just attention, that attention specifically. So I try to look as attractive as I can without my parents yelling at me for it.” “What?” I uttered confused. “My parents, they hate when I try to look good. ‘You should look presentable and professional. If people only think of your looks it takes away from what you do.’ My mother tells me that a lot, and I hate it. That’s why I didn’t want to vacation with my parents, I can look sexy, even provocative, all I want. Like what you saw yesterday, and this.” “This doesn’t seem very provocative.” I replied. “Well what if I said what you see is all I am wearing.” “You mean…” Our server came in our direction so we cut our conversation short. He brought us our food and we dug in. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I started eating. We both chowed down, she obviously shared my hunger. She got most of the way through her steak (which was impressive) and said she was full. I asked her if I could have the rest, and she said yes. I finished it with my meal and we decided to get dessert. We got a brownie with caramel and ice cream on top, which Danielle dug into. I was too full for any of it, but Danielle finished it just fine. When the waiter came with the bill, I handed him a voucher for a meal and he thanked us for coming. As we started walking out, we realized it was dark outside, but more importantly it was raining. “Did you bring a jacket?” I asked Danielle and she shook her head. “Neither did I.” I mumbled to myself. “I guess we will just have to run.” “I can’t run in these.” She said gesturing to her heels. “I guess I’ll have to carry you.” I said, and before she could respond I took out her knees with my left hand and caught her with my right, swinging her into a bridal carry. She laughed a bit and I pushed the door open with my foot. “Wait-” she said but I already started jogging with her in my arms. She started laughing again, and so did I. I adjusted my grip so her knees were up higher. “Stop.” She said through laughs. The street was fairly empty and we arrived to the sheltered bus stop, but not before we were both wet. We were the only ones sitting in the cover of the bus stop as the rain beat loudly on the roof. “Well done.” She said sarcastically as I put her down. “What?” I said. “You flashed my pussy to anyone who cared to look.” She said adjusting her dress. Now that I think about it, it did ride up her leg as I ran. I must have had a shameful look on my face because she walked up to me. “Its okay, I’m sure they liked it.” She said with a smile. The bus arrived and we got on. There was only one other passenger, a woman in her thirties. We went to the back of the bus and sat beside each other. “I’m so horny, I can’t wait to get to the hotel.” She whispered to me. “Why wait.” I whispered back. I put my hand up her dress and found her pussy. It was indeed wet, and I don’t think because of the rain. I started rubbing it and she immediately felt pleasure from it. She closed her eyes and her mouth, trying to contain her moans and appear calm. I kept going and it was getting harder for her. I kept one eye on the stops, but my other was dedicated to her. I slipped an arm under her dress and felt her breasts, playing with her nipples. She let out a quiet moan. The woman who was sitting in front of us turned around. Shit, she caught us. I retracted my hands from her but she had obviously seen what I was doing. She got up and walked towards us. I felt panicked but could do nothing but stay glued to my seat. “Don’t worry.” She said in a soft voice. “I just want to ask her some questions, alone.” She said. Danielle, hesitant and embarrassed, got up and followed her a few seats away. All I could do was sit nervously, contemplating the worst case scenario. They talked quietly for a while, then the lady returned her back to me. “You two have fun.” She said as we arrived at our stop. I was still mortified as we got off the bus and got into our hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, I asked Danielle what the lady had said. “She asked me if I wanted to be there, if you were my dad, stuff like that. She just wanted to make sure I was safe.” I sighed. “We should probably dry off.” I said. “First.” She said and took her dress off in one motion. I walked over and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on; it was at the volume I had left it at, so I didn’t need to turn it up. Danielle pulled my pants down from behind and I turned to her. She got my underwear down too and I stepped out of them. She grabbed a hold of my cock and started sucking it to life. It worked, I was rock hard almost instantly. She pulled back and laid on the bed. I took my shirt off and knelt before her small, exposed pussy. I started eating it out. “No.” She said. “I want you in me. I want you to fuck me.” She said. I stood up and line my boner up with her entrance. I sighed. “You’re too small, I’ll hurt you. I can’t.” I said. This didn’t seem right. “Please, do it. If it hurts I’ll tell you to stop. Please, please fuck me.” I couldn’t resist. I wanted to fuck her, and I know she did too. I rubbed my dick up and down between her lips, making sure it was well lubricated. I placed my cock directly at her entrance. She gave a small nod, bracing herself slightly. I pushed my cockhead into her pussy, my tip splitting apart her tight walls. I ran into her cherry quickly. I looked up at her again, she nodded and braced a bit more. I pushed against it until it broke, and the force put me halfway into her. I still took it easy the last bit, but it was easier than the start. She let out a moan as I filled her as much as I could. Her pussy was clamped onto my rod, but she was wet enough my dick could slide unobstructed. I pulled back until my dick was nearly out of her, then slid it in again. It didn’t take as much force this time, so I went faster. “Ah.” She moaned. I started to get a good thrusting motion going, increasing the speed steadily. I took off my shirt and cast it aside. By this time we were getting a good rhythm going, her hips moving with my thrusts. God, this felt so good. I grabbed what I could of her breasts and held them in my hands. She was getting more and more excited, getting close to orgasm. “Uoh.” She let out every time I thrust into her. Her legs, which were on either side of me, were beginning to shake with every impact. Suddenly her moans got louder and her pussy tightened. Her legs gripped my back and held me inside of her as she came. I squeezed her tits, trying to extend her pleasure. Her moans ceased and her body relaxed. I pulled out of her and she spun into her stomach. I grabbed her and pulled her up so I was holding her, her back to my chest. I moved her around until my penis found her drenched entrance. I slipped in, welcoming back that amazing sensation. I started fucking her like that, but my arms were quickly tired. I headed towards a wall and pinned her against it. With her squeezed between my body and the wall, I kept fucking her. Her head was turned to the side against the wall and her legs dangled beneath. She succumbed to me, trusting me to pleasure her. And boy was I doing that. I kept pushing into her as hard as I could. Slowly but surely her moans regained their strength. I took her body in my arms and pulled her off the wall. With my dick still in her, she spun around and was now facing me. Her arms immediately went to the back of my head and pulled me into a wild kiss. With my hands on her ass and her legs behind my hips, we resumed the breakneck thrusting while we maintained our kiss. After a bit of this my body was getting weak and I could feel an orgasm coming. I broke our kiss. “I’m about to cum.” I warned her. “Me too.” She replied and before I could say anything else, she pulled me into a kiss again. I could feel the tell-tale tingle and my balls started to empty. Simultaneously, she moaned loudly into my mouth and her pussy tightened around my dick. Her legs pulled me fully into her as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into Danielle’s pussy. I had never felt anything half as pleasurable as this. Every time my cock throbbed, her pussy would respond with a spastic contraction, both pulling me in and milking me for all I was worth. I don’t know how long it lasted, or how long I stood there with her in my arms. I just know that at some point I felt my penis flop out of her pussy. I suddenly felt a wave of physical and mental tiredness, coming down from that high. She must have felt it earlier because she was nearly asleep in my arms. I brought us both over to the bed and laid her down. I became aware that the TV was still on and playing loudly so I got up and turned it off, closing all curtains and checking that the door was locked. I turned off the light and the room was suddenly quiet dark. I saw the clock on the nightstand read 10:48 before I joined Danielle. She looked like she was asleep, but when I laid down next to her she made a sighing sound. “I wish I could do this every day.” She said softly. “Me too.” I said caressing her hair. She yawned and cuddled into me, becoming a small spoon. I enjoyed the feel of her body against mine as I drifted off to sleep.
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