Vintage Keliana (with story)

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the story, continued ?

?tienne has arranged a First Class ticket, which seems a waste given that the flight from Paris to London is only about an hour. Nevertheless, I take my seat in the First Class section, next to the window. After everyone boards the plane and the door is closed, it appears that I have an empty seat beside me.

There is a delay before we head out to the runway, but that doesn?t deter the stewardess assigned to First Class to serve me and the two other passengers who sit on the other side of the aisle and one row ahead of mine. She offers me a drink. I hesitate as I decide what to order, and she says, in her cute English accent, ?Allow me.? Then she walks away.

A moment later, she returns with a small bottle of Scotch and a glass. She opens the bottle, pours a bit into the glass, and takes a sip herself. Then she leans over from the aisle and places the bottle and glass on my table. I am immediately drawn to the exquisite view of her tits, which are visible almost to the nipples in her low-cut uniform, and I am quite aware that she smells like a wonderful mix of lilacs and musk. I find myself aroused, and I?m surprised since she?s not really my ?type.? As my mind begins to wander into fantasyland, she gently turns my head towards her with one hand and says, ?You?ll like this scotch. Here, taste.? And she kisses me, thrusting her tongue right into my mouth.

I squirm in my seat, surprised and wondering what the other passengers must think. She giggles quietly, presses her tits against my shoulder, stands up, and walks to the back of the plane. My cock is so hard that I can barely fit under the drop-down table.

A few minutes later, she is back. She leans back down to me and whispers in my ear. ??tienne takes this flight often. He called me and told me to look after you.? Then she reaches under the table, nearly spilling the Scotch, and runs her hand along the length of my rigid dick. I shudder a bit, in pleasure. She smiles and walks away again.

The pilot announces that we will be taking off shortly, and asks the stewardesses to complete their pre-flight business. My stewardess does her safety demonstration and then checks on the couple behind me. When she comes to my row again, she has some magazines, and asks me if there?s anything in particular I?d like. I see the typical newsmagazines and some French fashion magazines, and shake my head. She reaches into the pile and pulls one out anyway, and lays it on the seat next to me. ?I think you?ll want this one,? she says, in a knowing tone. ?You know, our magazines are yours to take.?

The magazine is ?Frolic,? on the cover of which stands Keliana, in a red one-piece bathing suit. She watches my face as I pick up the magazine, giggles again, and goes to the front of the plane to strap herself in on the jumpseat.

The moment we are airborne, the stewardess gets up and checks on the people in the row behind me. Then, when we reach our cruising altitude, she comes to my row again and leans in. Grabbing my hand, she says, ?Quick. Come with me.?

I follow her as she pulls me into the lavatory. A First Class lavatory is larger than the ones I had seen when flying coach, and we both fit a little better than I would have thought. Still, though, we are pressed against each other. My cock is still rock-hard from her earlier touch, her smell, and just the thought of what those exquisite tits must look like naked. She giggles and grabs my dick, squeezing hard through my pants. Then she sits up on the sink and says, ?Do you want to see my pussy??

I?m not really a pussy-lover, as I?ve come to learn, but I?m tremendously aroused and very attracted to her. I nod my head in the affirmative. She pulls up her uniform skirt and quickly pulls her panties aside. I can see that she has a cock, well tucked. Inside my pants, I feel cum begin to drip from my swollen cock.

??tienne is no fool,? she says. ?Quickly. This is a short flight. I would like you to taste my pussy.?

I touch her cock and it spring to attention, immediately. Taking it in my mouth, I suck it deep into my mouth. Within only a minute or two, I can feel the deep quivering that I?ve come to expect in a cock that is ready to erupt. I stock sucking and look up.

?I have learned to be fast on this flight,? she says, giggling again. Please don?t stop.?

I take her back in my mouth and stroke her delicious cock with my hand while I suckle the tip and use my tongue on the hole. She moans, grunts, and shoots a load of sweet cum into my mouth. Then she reaches down, takes her cock in her own hand, and rubs the last of her cum around my lips. Standing up, she grabs me and kisses me, lapping up her own cum. I can feel her smile in our kiss.

?Do you want to become a full member of the Mile High Club?? she asks. ?Quickly!?

With that, she undoes my zipper, pulls my pants down, and pushes me down on the closed toilet. As I sit, she straddles me and plants her ass right on my cock. I am in as far as possible. She puts her hands on the walls and uses the leverage to lift herself up and down on my cock. We are facing each other.

?I want your tits,? I say, the first words I have spoken to her. She takes her hands off the wall and carefully unbuttons her blouse and pulls her tits out from her bra.

?Suck them while you fuck me,? she commands.

I work my way back and forth between her incredible nipples while she goes back to riding my cock like a cowgirl. ?You need to cum soon,? she says. ?Fill me up, baby.?

I look into her eyes and she smiles and kisses me. That?s all it takes. I begin to spasm and my cock shoots three big bursts of hot jizz deep into her. She sticks her tongue in my ear as I feel the orgasm subside and then feel my cum dripping down onto my legs from her ass.

Suddenly, she jumps right off of me and bends over, rubbing her tits on my cock and using them to clean up the cum on my legs. She makes sure that her nipples are wet with my hot cum, and then she quickly fixes her uniform, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves the lavatory.

I take a moment to collect myself and clean up. When I return to my seat, she is all business, although she winks at me several times. The captain eventually announces that we will be starting our descent into Heathrow, and she comes over to make sure my seatbelt is tight around my waste. As she squeezes my cock again through my pants, I can see her tits and smell sex on her. I nearly shoot another load.

* * *

Upon landing, the stewardess comes over and reminds me to take my newest Keliana magazine. As we taxi to the gate, I ask her if she knows what I do next.

?Disembark the airplane, silly,? she says, giggling and squeezing my shoulder.

?No, I mean where I go. Is someone meeting me??

?I don?t know, hun,? she says. ??tienne only asked me to make sure you enjoyed your flight. You did, didn?t you??

?Oh, yeah.?

We reach the gate and, as I leave the plane, she gives me a peck on the cheek. The other couple in First Class see that and look quite bewildered. As I step into the jetway, I hear her say, ?He?s my cousin.?

I walk towards the terminal, wondering what awaits me in the airport and in London. The only thing I know for sure is that I must finally be with Keliana. I clutch the magazine, anxious to look through it and put it where it rightfully belongs, in my growing collection.

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the story, continued ?

My question is answered soon enough. Once I pass through customs, collect my bag, and head into the crowd, it becomes clear there is no one to meet me. I stand, looked around, try to make myself seen, and not a soul comes up to me.

Not sure what my next step should be, I wander around the terminal for about 15 minutes. Then I have to go to the Men?s Room. I step in, find a stall, and sit. As I do, I decide to take a quick look at my Keliana magazine. As I flip through the pages, looking for the photo spread with the girl of my dreams, I come across a small envelope. Inside is a note from ?tienne.

?Go to the currency exchange window closest to where you came into the terminal. Give your name. All is arranged. Then take a taxi to Hyde Park, Speakers? Corner.? That?s all it says. I hurriedly finish my business and leave the lavatory. There will be time for the magazine later, I hope.

At the currency exchange window, I am given ?500 just for telling the man in the booth my name. No questions asked. I head out of the terminal to the taxi stand and get in the line. After waiting a few moments, a policewoman comes up to me, grabs my arm, and begins to move me towards a taxi that is waiting across the street, separate from the other cabs. Pointing, she says, ?That one is for you.?

Another policewoman? In London? ?tienne?s reach is international, I think to myself. She reads my mind. ?It is Keliana,? says the policewoman. ?Here in England, she is a national treasure.?

I get in the taxi and the driver turns and says, ?Speaker?s Corner.? We drive.

* *

London traffic is horrendous. Even though it?s after dinner time, at least traditional U.S. dinner time, the city is full of cars. It?s still light out, late this summer evening. Finally, we arrive at our appointed destination.

When I ask the taxi driver what the traditional tip is, he tells me there is no charge for the ride. Pointing out the window, he says, ?Go there.? I get out and he drives off quickly.

I head into the park. I recall reading about Speakers? Corner when I was in school, and aside from my quest for Keliana I?m curious about how it works. There are three small crowds listening to speakers. One man is standing on a soapbox -- literally, a soapbox -- and exhorting about 15 people to embrace the use of Esperanto as a solution to all the world?s problems. He doesn?t seem to be swaying any opinions. Another man is standing on a folding chair, and he is railing against the closing of a coal mine somewhere else in the country. He has two listeners, one of whom appears to be sleeping while standing.

I go over to the third speaker, who is the one pointed out by the taxi driver. A woman stands on a stepladder, and there are about two dozen in her audience. She is talking about the need for tolerance of transgendered people. I stand in the back of the small crowd, but she immediately locks eyes with me. As she continues to speak, she seems to be talking directly to me. I feel as if I know her.

Soon, she thanks the crowd for listening and everyone slowly disperses. I am left there alone, and she comes down from the ladder. Coming over to me, she gives me a peck on the cheek and takes my hand. ?Walk with me,? she says.

?What about your ladder,? I ask. She tells me not to worry.

As we walk toward the Marble Arch, I ask her if she is taking me to Keliana.

?No,? she says. ?She?s not here in Westminster. But in any case, there is a gentleman who you will see first.?

We cross Edgeware Road and head to the entrance of the tube station. She gives me instructions for my travels to King?s Cross, kisses my cheek again, and bids me farewell.

* *

When I step off the Underground at King?s Cross and head up to the street, I hear a voice call my name. It sounds familiar. I look around and find myself face to face with the gentleman from the adult bookstore back home, who rescued me in France.

?So, you have finally made it to London,? he says, with a smile.

I am anxious. ?Are you taking me to Keliana?? I ask.

?Not directly, young man. Remember, as I told you some time ago, there will be some effort required on your part.?

?What do you call everything I?ve been through so far,? I ask, a bit exasperated.

?Prelude, my fine friend,? he says, winking. ?Prelude.?

We walk to his flat, only a few blocks from the tube station. As we enter, he tells me that he will make something to eat and to make myself comfortable. It has grown dark outside, and I am tired. I flop down on the sofa and wait.

?There?s something on the side table for you,? he shouts from the kitchen.

I look, and there is yet another Keliana magazine, ?Anal Sex.?

?I would certainly understand if you would like to ? how shall I say ? be alone with Keliana for a few moments before we eat,? he says, coming from the kitchen and smiling at me. Then he points down the hall.

And he is right. I would like to be ?alone? with Keliana. I take the new magazine and the one I received on the plane and head to the room. I enter, find the pictures of Keliana inside both magazines, and lay the two spreads out on the bed. The minute I see her, I am hard. It won?t be a long ?alone time.?

With my pants down and cock sticking straight out, I begin to stroke myself. Precum oozes from the head of my dick, and I use it to work my hand up and down the shaft. I long for Keliana. I long for her touch. I want to lick her behind and stick my tongue deep in her hole. I want to worship her beautiful cock, take it in my mouth and pleasure her until she gives me a drink of her delicious juice. I want to kiss her with my cock deep inside of her. I want to kiss her with her deep inside of me. I want to wake up with her next to me and start all over again.

All of these thoughts, along with the pictures, have the desired effect. Within a couple of minutes, I shoot a long rope of cum over the bedspread. As the last of my jizz drips from my cock, I take it in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I imagine sharing our cum, me and Keliana, in a long kiss.

There?s a knock at the door, and the old gentleman asks if everything is okay. I answer, and he can tell from my voice that I have just pleasured myself.

?I suppose, then, that what is ready to eat out here is rather more dessert than a meal,? he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. The English have such a way with words.

I pull up my pants and find my way to the dinner table. As I sit, I sheepishly announce that I made a bit of a mess on his bedspread.

?No bother,? he says. ?It would not be the first time.?

As I sigh a sigh of relief, he says, ?Now, let?s eat. You have a big day tomorrow.?

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[bigjoe]

great erotic stories once again thank you!