Tim & Sara Part 4 [MF]: The Pre-Mile High Club! [submissive] [ass play] [dirty talk]

[Tim & Sara Part 1: I Fucked My Coworker]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddmgy/tim_sara_part_1_i_fucked_my_coworker_40sm30sf/)

[Tim & Sara Part 2: Sara Shows Her Submissive Side]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddoet/tim_sara_part_2_mf_sara_shows_her_submissive_side/)

[Tim & Sara Part 3: Planning a Vacation with Sara]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddq5z/tim_sara_part_3_mf_planning_a_vacation_with_sara/)

Part 4: The Pre-Mile High Club!

Wow! It’s been months since we posted last. My apologies, but life does what it does and we have to just roll with it. If this is your first time reading about us, I will give you a bit of a break down.

Sara is in her thirties, a knockout 5’4” tanned and toned workout queen. With a slender frame but womanly hips. She has super long hair down to the top of her dynamite ass. She needs no makeup to look flawless. In fact I knew her for about two years before I saw her wear anything more than lip gloss. About a month before we hooked up she has had her tits done and they are beautiful, perfect on her tiny frame. Her blue eyes are intense and I can get lost in them very easily. She is also very sexually submissive. To go along with all of that, she has a fantastic personality which led us to be friends long before anything sexual happened.

I am in my forties, 5’11” broad shouldered guy. I spend a lot of time in the gym and have a body close to the one I had in my early twenties. I have a Mediterranean complexion, completely bald and a well-trimmed beard. My dick is just over 6 ½” long and circumcised.

The conversations are as close as Sara and I can remember and some details are intentionally left fuzzy to protect everyone. Including my adult children, who are redditors.

We were off to Europe! Not the first time for either of us but the first time that was not for business and our first time together. Europe was to be our first big vacation together also the point where we were less concerned about the truth of our relationship getting out. Before all of this we had a sit down with our boss and his boss to let them know we were involved so they didn’t find out through office gossip. I didn’t much care if or how they found out. I was confident that both Sara’s and I’s professionalism and respective bodies of work would speak for themselves, but Sara is fiercely independent and professional and wanted to head off any “office slut” rumors with the people that mattered. Since it was important to her, that made it important to me.

Back to the fun! Europe! We were stoked. Giddy, like teenagers who just found out that parents were going to be gone for the weekend. Just talking about our trip and the things we were going to see and do (and do to each other) was enough to get us extremely excited and horny as hell. More than one night of trip planning ended up with us sweaty and out of breath from fucking in either my office or the kitchen table.
By this point in our relationship, if Sara did not have the kids then she was at staying at my place. Essentially, we were living together, part time. Her divorce still wasn’t finalized and even though I got on well with her children (I was and still am crazy about them), I very rarely stayed the night at her townhouse. Even though it was across the street from my condo development. I rather liked our situation. It gave us space let her keep the boundaries that were important to her. Not being able to touch each other for days sometimes and tormenting one another with filthy texts and snaps was quite exhilarating as well. The trip invaded every part of our lives. One night when she had the kids, and spent the night at my place the night before, we had this conversation via texts.

Me: My ears are still ringing from this morning.
Sara: lol You didn’t seem to mind in the moment.
Me: Oh I still don’t mind, but you get any louder and the cops might come. That could be awkward.
Sara: For one of us…
Me: Yes, for one of us… especially when I make my little slut answer the door in her collar and nothing else.
Sara: OMG… Fuck… one fucking text and you are making me wet.
Me: One does one’s best…
Me: Let’s get back to Sara being loud this morning.
Sara: You tease lol. What about it?
Me: Well I think I am good, but that seemed like another level for a pre-workout quickie.
Sara: lol Maybe…
Me: What were you thinking about?
Sara: Getting fucked to orgasm!
Me: My good little slut.
Sara: One does one’s best.
Me: Touché… No really
Sara: Getting fucked to orgasm… on a plane! I was dreaming about it when you snuggled up.
Me: Ah ha! The truth comes out! It’s not about me it’s about the plane!
Sara: It’s about getting fucked, by you, on a plane!
Sara: You know? They are right.
Me: Hmmmm… about what.
Sara: It *really* is about the journey.
Me: Hahahaha… alright you win this one, my dear. Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.
Sara: Love you.
Me: Love you too.

She had been loud that morning. I had just barely cuddled up to her, spooning against her back, and she was reaching back for my dick while rubbing her clit. She wanted to get fucked right then no questions. She spread her legs for me and I pushed inside her already wet pussy from behind. She gasped and pulled my hand to her throat, squeezing her hand on top of mine. Telling me what she wanted without words. I nibbled her ear and whispered hotly, “Your pussy is so fucking wet. You really are a disobedient slut this morning.” She moaned and squeezed her hand tighter over mine. I tightened my grip in response. “And what does my little slut want this morning?” She moaned louder but did not respond. “If a whore does not answer she won’t get what she wants.” Her body quivered and she moaned even louder. I slowed my thrusts and pulled my cock out until just the head was inside her. She whimpered. “Tell me!” I growled, It was my ‘Sir’ voice and I knew it would drive her crazy.

“To get fucked!” She shouted. “To get fucked like the little cum slut I am!”

“Good girl!” With that I plunged my cock all the way inside her. There was no more talking from me. I just fucked. I fucked my beautiful lover as hard and as fast as I could. Sara moaned and yelled and cursed. The whole time her hand covering mine squeezing her throat. When she finally came her whole body shook. Her hand clamped down hard over mind and her pussy was like a soft vice around my cock. That sent me over and I with a final yell I came inside her. We lay there for a while and she finally rolled towards me and opened her eyes.

“Good morning.” She cooed.

“Good morning yourself.” I said, with a smile.

After the loud morning quickie we actually had a hard time spending some quality alone time together. It seemed like one of us was always on a site visit after that and when she wasn’t she had her kids. Also, I went to visit my children at College. We were able to sneak in a night together at a hotel near the airport, in our home city, ten days before we were set to leave. This was part of the hectic work schedule as we were trying to shore up our respective projects before we took off for two weeks. She was on the first flight out the next morning and didn’t want to have to commute. I had just come in that afternoon. After our sweaty reunion, she caught me off guard with her fiendish plot. “Tim, I want us to not see each other until we fly out.”

I shook my head and must have looked completely bemused. “That will be hard considering your office is across the hall. I could wear a blindfold, but I think people would talk.”

She punched me playfully in the arm, “I mean besides work.”

“Okay… are you going to tell me why?” I was extremely curious about this. Sara never does anything without a reason so I was just waiting to see what was up.

“Well first, let me reassure your penis that all will be well.” She reached down and caressed me. Just with her finger tips. My dick still covered in our combined cum. She pulled her hand up to her mouth and sucked each finger individually. Her crystal blue eyes never leaving mine. *Holy shit this woman…* for the thousandth time I mentally pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. She just oozed sex. “There, now that he is reassured. I shall tell you.” She bit half of her bottom lip for a moment before continuing. “I want you crazy with desire, I want you thinking of nothing but me when we set out. I want the exact same for me. I want to be consumed by my lust for you. I don’t even want you to touch yourself for the next ten days and I promise to do the same. What do you say to that?”

I put my hand to my chest and feigned horror and adopted a terrible southern accent. “Why Miss Sara, whatever will we do for fun? Play parcheesi in the parlor?”

She laughed, “I knew you would go for it!” She shimmied closed to me in the bed and let out a contented sigh.

I put my arm around her shoulder, “So when do we start project Abstinence Insanity.”

“Now. It’s late and I have to fly in the morning.”

“Your wish is my command, Love.” With that we turned out the lights. The next morning, she got up showered and kissed me before she left.

I thought it wouldn’t be that bad not seeing her privately, not having sex. I was wrong, there was something about knowing that I was being denied that drove me wild. To make matters worse we were constantly tormenting each other. Shots of her getting ready in the morning in thigh highs and garters. A snap of her devouring a popsicle. The juice running down her chin. A picture of the bikini she was bringing with her. I thought she was devious before. She upped her game. I responded with my own teasing and tormenting but It was clear, at least to me, who was in the lead of this game.

Time did pass and I did keep up my end of the bargain. For the first time since I was in my initial training in the military I did not take care of business. It did have the desired effect. The day of the flight I was fucking anxious. We were flying out on an afternoon flight to Paris for a few days before continuing our trip but first we had to fly out of our home city. The limo was to pick me up first then stop by Sara’s and then off to the airport. It would be under an hour ride to the airport and we were kicking it off in style. Sara had started referring to our trip as the un-honeymoon. Since we redeemed work miles to pay for the flights and we were obviously not married. The morning was no relief from Sara tormenting me. The first thing I woke up to was a picture of her naked, fresh from the shower.

By late morning the limo had arrived and I was loaded up. Less than five minutes later I walked into Sara’s townhouse. She greeted me at the door. She looked fantastic. He hair was loose down her back held in place mostly by her sunglasses and the [maxi dress](https://www.lulus.com/products/watch-the-sunset-navy-blue-maxi-dress/423642.html) she had chosen flattered her figure, clinging to all the right spots. It was also slit up one side to show those incredible legs. She met me with a giant hug and a passionate kiss. “Mmmmmm, I missed those lips and everything they are attached too.”

I pulled her back to me and kissed her again. “I missed you too.” We had seen each other at the office of course, but there we played it cool. Nothing more than a wink and a look. That had made the Abstinence Insanity even more intense.

She broke away, “Hey, can I use your phone? I was a ditz and set mine down somewhere in the house.” She held out her hand and I chuckled and handed it to her. “Be a dear and take my bags, out would you?”

I bowed low, “Your wish is my command, my lady.”

“Thanks babe. I’ll just be a minute.” She sauntered back into the house dialing. I watched her hips sway for a moment before picking up the first bag and motioning for the driver. We loaded up and I waited outside the limo. Just as I was about to head in to help her look, the front door opens and she heads down the walk, phones stacked in her hand. “Sorry about that! I kicked the damn thing under the bed. Shall we?” I held the door for her and we climber in.

I had ordered the honeymoon package from the limo company, and it did not disappoint. Champagne on ice, strawberries, chocolates, orange juice for mimosas. I popped the cork and filled the two flutes. “To the un-honeymoon!” With a clink of our glasses we started our vacation officially.

Sara gave a mildly startled expression, “Oh! You got a message while I was looking for my phone. I didn’t look to see what it was.” She reached into her purse and handed me my phone then leaned back into the leather of the seat, uncrossing and crossing her legs for a second. “Mr. Driver you wouldn’t mind putting up the partition, would you?” She said in her sweetest tone.

“Not at all miss. Traffic is a bit heavy but you shouldn’t have any trouble getting to the airport on time.” He pushed the button and the partition slid into place.

“Thank you sir.”

While she was charming the driver, I had unlocked my phone. While there might have been a message I wouldn’t know because there was an app open; We-Connect. An app that controls a dual clit and g-spot vibrator via bluetooth. I knew what it was. We had talked about buying one. I looked up at Sara. She had pulled her dress up to her hips. She was smiling triumphantly. There, hidden behind the fabric of her blue panties was the [We-Vibe](http://we-vibe.com/we-vibe-4-plus). “Turn it on please, Sir. Let’s get this vacation started for real.”

“You cunning little minx. Lost phone, that was well played.” She smirked and took another sip of champagne. I looked down at the app and back at her. My cock was already starting to respond to the thought of what was about to happen and Sara already looked a bit flushed. Her left hand still held her champagne flute but her right was gripping and regripping the seat. Maybe I was not so far behind in tormenting contest as I thought. I started the touch setting, giving me manual control. Her breath took in sharply as my first gentle touch was echoed by the vibrator. Is was very discreet. If not for her reaction I wouldn’t have known it was vibing. I pinched my fingers and the vibrations got more intense. I looked up at my lover. She was starting me down, biting half her lower lip (I fucking love it when she does that). She had moved her hand up to her breast and started pinching her nipple through her dress. Her hips were making small circles on the seat. The sight of her turned on now had me fully hard, almost painfully so. I changed the vibe mode and she closed her eyes for a moment and moaned. When she opened them again she looked down and licked her lips, her amazing eyes glowing with lust.

Without a word, she downed her drink and offered me her now empty glass. She leaned in close as I took it from her and we kissed, our tongues meeting. The taste of champagne mixing with her lip gloss. Her hand went to my chest and her nails dug into me as I the vibrator continued to do its work. We broke the kiss and she started nibbling on my ear. Her hands moving down to undo my belt. I moved my hand up and down her back with one hand while the other still held my phone. Sara reached inside my waistband and wrapped her hand around my dick and started stroking. Her flesh on mine sent my lust into overdrive. “Fuck, Sara that feels good.”

She let go of my member and moved her hands to the sides of my boxer briefs. I raised my hips and she slid my pants and underwear down. My cock sprang free. She started stroking me again. Lowering her head to plant kisses on the side of my dick. Each one like a little electric jolt. My cock twitching in her hand. She just stroked the shaft now, her mouth so close to the head of my cock that I could feel her breath. I pinched the screen again to increase the intensity and she responding by moaning lowering her mouth onto me. I was in fucking heaven. She took her time. She knew how crazy I was with lust and after ten days I wasn’t going to last long. Up and down she went, her hand going from the base of my cock to caressing my balls. I continued to caress her back as she bobbed up and down. I watched my lover move my cock in and out of her mouth. Feeling her spit dribble down onto my balls. I looked to my phone and changed modes to wave and set the phone down. I placed my now free right hand on top of her head and reached down to pull the back of her dress up. Sara continued to worship my cock, slowly, prolonging our play. I slipped my hand inside the back of her panties and rubbed my finger over her pink puckered star. As so as I touched that oh so sensitive spot she moaned with my dick in her mouth and pushed all the way down. I involuntarily lifted my hips and we shifted into overdrive. I massaged her asshole in time with the vibrator and she started in like a madwoman on me. It could not have been two minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer. “Sara, I am going to come.” I said breathlessly. She moved her mouth to the head of my dick bobbing quickly. One hand on the base of my shaft the other playing with my balls again. With a final grunt, I came. Emptying over a weeks’ worth of cum into her mouth. Pulse after pulse. My legs were shaking and she kept playing with the head until I was almost convulsing.

After I calmed down Sara was still gently kissing my cock and moaning. I had been so caught up in my own orgasm that I had momentarily forgotten that she still had a vibrator inside her. Determined to make up for my lapse I again started stimulating her asshole, rubbing in small circles. She moaned louder. I reached farther down. Feeling for her wetness. She was soaked. Her pussy already giving small spasms. With I slid my finger into her sex. Again, pumping in time with the wave of the vibrator. I could feel each wave at in my finger. She moaned louder into my thigh. I added a second finger and in no time, she was coming.

Sara rolled onto her side and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. I poured us a second glass of champagne. She sat up to take it from me in the reverse of when I took it from her. She leaned in and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my cum as our tongues met (For all you prudes who are phobic about this. Get over yourself). We settled back into the seats and sipped champagne. Giggling like teenagers. “I love you for agreeing to that.” Sara purred.

“I love you too.”

“I told you it would be incredible.” She smirked.

“Yes, my dear. You win again.” I smiled and opened my arms for her to come cuddle in. “I think we’re going to have a good time.”

She laid her head on my shoulder, “Six plus hours to Paris. I know we are going to have to find something to do.” She paused for emphasis, “To have a good time.”

“I’m sure we can think of something.” I chuckled.

By the time we had pulled into the airport we had straitened ourselves out. I figured we had gotten off clean, but when I went to tip the driver he gave me a knowing wink and a fist bump. *Fuck it.* I thought. *We’re on vacation.*

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