Her emotions were spinning, too. Sadness, nervousness, and excitement all mingled, and churned, each surfacing for its moment of focus, only to submerge again, and give way to one of the others. The dominant emotion proved to be excitement.
But Melissa was surprised to notice that her excitement revolved less around the job than seeing Darren again. The thought of this man, this one-week fling, kept holding her at a level of emotion that confused and almost frightened her with its intensity.
"What am I so excited about?" she mumbled as she stared at the billowing mountains of cloud banks. "Jeez, you'd think I was in love with the guy!"
She tried taking her mind off the subject, molding the clouds into imaginary shapes below her, but it did not work. She only managed to imagine herself into the fond memory of Darren's last night in Chicago.
They had spent the evening together at home. It was about four in the morning when they had walked out to the Oak Street beach. The traffic was light on the curving arm of the Outer Drive as they sat huddled under a blanket, the soft sand beneath them.
But the gentle lake breeze had brought with it a hunger and a passion that no amount of traffic or danger of discovery could subdue. Shielded by the darkness and their blanket, Darren had quickly removed the woven barrier of their clothes, and lowered her into the firmly yielding sand.
For a few seconds he watched her body. The moonlight played across her giving flesh as she snaked slowly in anticipation. Finally her arms flowed out in open invitation, pulling him onto the ground beside her.
His hands flowed across her body, drinking in this last encounter with her satin-smooth flesh. With one hand she gently pushed his head down, using the other to guide the tip of her perfectly rounded tit into his hot, searching mouth. His tongue caressed the rigid, straining nipple as his lips sucked the surrounding flesh with growing passion.
Melissa's hands slid down, pausing to memorize each rippling muscle on his full chest until they finally came to rest on his taut, throbbing cock. Tenderly she squeezed and pumped the giant rod, its size and pulsing hardness sending shocks of erotic sensation through her body.
His own hand dropped to weave its way through the dark bush of her beaver, and search the soaking mouth of her cunt. Her body arched as two fingers rose into the tight, running channel, probing to find that sensitive spot that would send thrills of delight surging through her body.
"Oh… oh, God, Darren. It feels so fucking good. Everything you do fills me up so fucking good."
"I'll till you better in a second. I just want to make sure you're ready for my cock."
Harder and harder she manipulated his prick, trying to fill him with the same feeling of erotic joy she was having. His fingers were soon coated with the dripping juices of her warm cunt as his fingers softly massaged the tiny clit at the top of her gash.
"Now, please. Give me your cock now."
"Yes, we're both ready. I want to feel your cunt."
She rolled to her back as he slid into position over her. He lowered his body, her legs coming up to lock behind him, puffing him towards her open, hungry cunt. With her hand she guided the quivering shaft of his cock into her soft sheath. Darren moved forward slowly, allowing the bright crown of his prick to separate the juicy lips, and enter the tender, pink passage of her cunt. He moaned as his cock slid, farther and farther into her satiny smooth channel, rising until its full length was buried in the moist warmth of her cunt.
He now began rotating his hips in precise, surging thrusts, his huge cock sending her into the divine throes of torrid passion. Her moans and gasps urged him on as she matched his motions, her hips churning to suck at the massive shaft of his prick.
"You're so tight and warm," he sighed, his eyes staring half-lidded into her beautiful face.
"Oh, God, it's not me, it's you. You're so huge. Your cock is so huge and wonderful. I love your cock."
"I love your cunt. Your beautiful, warm cunt."
The words drove them on to greater heights. The thrusts came faster and faster. Melissa accepted his violent surges with eager gyrations of her own. The steady rhythm was broken only by occasional slow movements as he pulled his cock out, leaving only the poised tip inside her sheathing cunt, taunting her shivering body with it, before plunging it back in to the bit in one thrilling lunge.
"Darren. Oh, Darren, I don't want it to end. I want you to stay. I want you to stay with me."
"Yes, I could. I almost think I could."
Her eyes were lost somewhere in the back of her head. Her body totally surrendered to the bliss of his impaling rod. Her movements quickened, her back arching even more to drive her slit harder against the base of his cock.
"Faster! Oh, Darren, give me all of it! Pound it into me!"
Lost in his own bliss, he responded instantly, pounding his prick in longer and harder strokes. His driving cock filled and emptied her wet, clutching hole, bringing her even closer to release. Again and again her whole body jerked spasmodically until she became a writhing blur of frenzied motion, screaming her ecstasy across the still lake waters.
"Oh, God, it's coming! Fuck me! Pound me! Make me bunt!"
"Yes, I feel it! It's… yes it's coming! God, it's coming!"
"Let it go! Let it happen for us both! Shit, let it come!"
He surged his ass forward, grinding his vibrating cock into her hole, forcing her ass hard into the molded sand. Her feverish cunt grabbed and pulled at his prick lovingly, hungrily, sucking it into the waking depths of her belly.
"Now!" be growled. "It's coming now!" He felt the heat in his balls begin to rise the pulsing length of his cock.
"Come! Come!" she squealed. "Me, too! Now! I'm cooooommiiinnngg!"
Some where inside her belly were giant swells of their juices collided in violent release. Darren felt like his insides were being sucked out and spewed into her flooding, twitching pussy. Melissa's body was jolted and racked with blast after blast of fiery bliss.
It took her a few seconds to realize that she was not on the beach, but on an airplane somewhere over New Jersey. Her memory of that final night was so vivid that she had actually had an orgasm. Her body shivered as she placed her unconsciously working hands into the more publicly acceptable berth of the arm rests.
Melissa quickly checked to see if she had been caught, and locked eyes with the only man in the aisle across from her. He was a stylishly dressed, extremely bold-featured man who had definitely been watching. Her face flushed when he lifted from his seat to cross the narrow aisle, and seat himself next to her.
"I wish I had that effect on my women," he joked, his manner somehow soothing the awkwardness of the situation. "Whoever he is, he must be a hell of a guy, and he's got a hell of a woman."
"Yeah," she mumbled, not quite knowing what to say.
"You ever been to New York?"
"Nope," she snapped.
"Look, I didn't come over here to hassle you. I just felt I'd like to get to know you if it's possible. I knew if I stayed in my seat, there was no chance, and if I came over here, there was at least some possibility. My name is Larry Roland, and here's a card. If things don't work out for you, I'd be glad to show you New York. Okay?"
She took the card, thanked him, and watched as he returned to his seat. She glanced at the card, noting that it contained his name and an agency logo that read, Supremacy Management. She guessed he was probably an actor, and barely glanced at the penciled-in address and phone number before tossing it into her purse.
Darren was waiting at the gate when she debarked, and the reunion was warm and passionate. Her stomach swiveled in her belly as his tongue heralded his welcome deep into her mouth. She might have taken him on right there, the public be damned, had he not laughingly scooted her off to the airport bar for a couple of drinks.