Janice loves romantic comedy films. They are not my first choice but I usually enjoy them. The primary benefit of watching them is that they put Janice in the mood for love. It had been one of those nights that led to a session of lovemaking.
Not all sex is equal. On this particular occasion, Janice was feeling talkative. In her defence, she did not talk during the film; that bad habit belongs primarily to me. I was on top, expending the majority of the effort while she was contemplating what she had to do over the next few days. In the midst of this, she threw out a casual comment. “Ally wants to visit, so I invited her to stay with us next weekend.”
'Holy fucking hell.' I could not understand how I survived our week at Janice’s sister’s house when every woman there wanted my cock and Ally wanted it several times a day. I had to sneak around the entire week to hide my non-stop transgressions from Janice and still felt guilty about it. I could not recall how I escaped there with my dick intact. The nympho was going to be in our house for an entire weekend.
Be casual, I reminded myself. “She’ll spend more time on the road than with us.”
“That was my first thought. But she is flying and doesn’t have to go home until Monday morning, so she will have three nights with us." Visions of Ally filled my mind. The girl was incredibly sexy and dressed as many young women do with very revealing outfits.
“You find her sexy, do you?”
'Crap.'
“Why do you say that?”
“Because your dick is noticeably harder since I mentioned her.”
There was no arguing with that. Janice was chilled about it. She possesses considerable self-confidence, which made situations like this one much easier to handle. “She is beautiful, isn’t she. Her wardrobe is quite racy, too. Do you think my niece is a slut?”
I went as non-committal as I could, pretending not to know she is a sex-crazed nymphomaniac who would probably have sex with anyone on a whim.
Janice continued, “Maybe I’ll tell her you like her. She could be one of your occasional partners, but I don’t think I would want to get involved. What do you think? Would you like to fuck her?”
“Sure!” If I said no to that she would know something was up.
There had to be a serious reason for me to reject a recommendation of a partner for me. The grand total so far is none and she has recommended three.
“Do you think I pout as well as Ally?” Janice puffed her lower lip out and tried to mimic an expression Ally often made.
I told her there was some resemblance but it may have been aided by family genes.
“I think I will take her shopping on Saturday. Maybe she can recommend something for me in a similar style to how she dresses.”
My body rejoiced in anticipation of possibly getting permission to fuck Ally. I told Janice I would love to see her dress like Ally. It was true. In my imagination, I was fucking Ally seven different ways, and in no time at all, I was filling Janice with my seed.
The time had come to visit my aunt Janice. The last time I saw her was at my parents’ house when Janice brought her boyfriend, Michael, for a week. It was a blast. The entire week had been planned to test her boyfriend. It was not a test of fidelity. I come from a family of sluts. My job was to convert him. I was the first temptation and I had to get him to fuck someone else in our family.
Janice was confident he would have little resistance in the morning. We arranged for Janice and my mom to be out early and I went into my room where Janice and Michael were sleeping. I had been sharing my sister’s room. Janice had made sure my video camera was facing my bed and recording before she left.
Then I would have video evidence to coerce him later if it was necessary. I took this to the next level and edited the tape with the software I still had from my media class in high school. The final cut made it look like he raped me. It was so much fun recording screams to edit into it that Michael had never heard before.
None of us kept track of how many times I sucked or fucked Michael. My mother fucked him too, and my sister. That is what a family of sluts is like. We share everything. Well, except dad. Dad fucks mom and Janice, but my sister and I have to behave when he is around. If we are in our own rooms though, game on.
All I had to do was pack a bag for another slutty weekend. Janice wanted to carry on the game for a bit and then let Michael in on the truth sometime this weekend. She said she would make sure Michael picked me up from the airport on his own so I could have fun teasing him on the drive to the house.
Decisions had to be made about what to wear and pack. I put a couple normal things in my suitcase but mostly skimpy things, sexy underwear, shoes, a couple bikinis and a few sex toys. For the flight, I wanted to look tempting but pass as a normal young woman. For that, I wore a bright red sundress and wedge heels. My sexy red lace panties have a matching bra, but with spaghetti straps on my dress, I packed the bra instead.
The internal flight did not warrant a big plane. Each row had three seats on one side and two on the other. Mine was an aisle seat on the side with only two in the very last row. A middle-aged man going bald on top arrived to sit at the window next to me. It might have been my imagination, or the man may have taken longer than necessary to put his bag in the overhead compartment so he could gaze down my dress.
This offends most women, but I enjoy it. I got up to let him in and made a point of bending over to move the small cushion and the seat belt before sitting down again. This gave the man a clear view down my dress and I hoped at least one bare nipple. I looked up, met his eye and winked.
Dave and I exchanged the sort of information people often do with strangers on a plane. He was divorced. That was the bit of information I was after. He was having trouble moving on, feeling too old to date. I told him he needed to change his habits and put himself in situations where he might meet someone.
Dave needed a boost to his self-esteem. Since I have a gift I feel it is my responsibility to use that gift to help others.
I asked, “Do you have a smartphone?”
He produced an iPhone. I was glad for that. It gave me confidence that Dave was not living in the dark ages.
“May I?” I held out my hand.
He let me have it and I checked that it was locked with a passcode. That was good. Dave was surprised that I could access the camera without unlocking it, so I showed him how easy it is. Then I asked if he ever took selfies.
“No, but my daughter often does.”
I took a couple photos of myself. “In case you want something to remember me.”
Dave was expecting me to hand his phone back but I took another photo with his camera under my chin and pulled my dress forward. I brought up the photo so we could both see it.
“How is that?” His jaw dropped at the photo down my dress which captured both nipples clearly.
The older man was very accommodating, which I took as an invitation to continue.
“Would you like one of both of us?” I leaned into him and Dave playfully put his face next to mine.
One photo is not enough. I turned and took another while kissing his cheek. I kept holding the phone ready for another and made him an offer. “Want a real kiss?”
Dave turned my way more from disbelief than acceptance. It did not matter, his lips were close enough. I planted one on him and got a photo of us.
I told him I had another shot to try and held his phone up above our heads. We both looked up for one photo but I was more interested in a second one. It briefly showed a shocked look on Dave’s face. I switched the phone from camera mode to view the last photo. Dave had eyes wider than a newborn baby and there in the corner was my hand, wrapped around his groin which I now knew to be partly erect.
“Don't delete this one. It's priceless.”
Dave seemed both relieved and disappointed to have his phone. I invited him to take more photos if he wished. He claimed not to want any but I pointed out that he did not have any of my legs which I crossed to entice him.
I leaned closer to whisper, “Don't worry if it seems inappropriate. I prefer that kind.”
Part of him wanted to be a gentleman. That must be why he does not get enough sex. He took a couple photos of my legs and was going to stop there. The man needed encouragement. I pulled the side of my dress up to show my bare hip and the waistband of my lace thong. Then I leaned over, pretending I was interested in something down the aisle to give him a view of my whole ass. Luckily for us, the people opposite had headphones on and their eyes shut most of the time.
The opportunity had presented itself. The two flight attendants were both providing refreshments so no one was going to see me. I kept leaning out on the arm of my seat and used my other hand to pull my thong down. With my weight on the armrest, I could slide my panties under my hip and down my thighs. It dropped to my ankles.
I looked to Dave, “Would you mind?”
I tried to be sexy as I lifted my wedge heels out of my panties one at a time. He looked so nervous, trying to hide them in his fist to hand to me.
“Keep them,” I said. He blushed as he tucked them into a pocket.
My inner noble was fast asleep. Some people talk about having an inner slut, but mine is on the outside and rules my life. My inner noble occasionally causes me to behave more appropriately, but I try not to give into it frequently.
“Look at those clouds. Aren’t they beautiful?”
There were clouds. Anyone could see them if they looked outside. Yeah, they might even be pretty. For me, they were an excuse. Leaning over was not about weather observation, it was to enable me to rub Dave’s cock with my hand and block potential nosy passengers from spotting me.
“Yes, they are quite beautiful,” Dave agreed.
His hand cupped my breast. He was better at this than I expected. My tits were gently fondled while I nudged his cock around until it could eventually stand straight under his pants. I continued to rub my hand along its length for a few minutes.
When the flight attendant got closer I sat down and kept my hands to myself. Dave copied me by asking for a diet coke and then I asked if there was a blanket handy.
She looked sympathetic, “These things are always hot or cold, never just right.”
In this situation, cold is better. Warmth was not what I needed. The essential part was getting Dave to share the blanket and cover himself. The fold-down trays with our drinks helped too. Dave let me put my hand on his crotch again, but he held the blanket anxiously while I worked his zipper one-handed.
There was a great sigh when I put my hand directly on his penis. “Are you okay?”
Of course he was, but I was trying to disguise the reason for his sigh. Dave said he was fine while shrugging an apology for potentially attracting unwanted attention. His dick had to come out. Dave was putty in my hand. Warm, pulsating putty is exactly what I wanted. I tugged him gently, keeping him hard and very happy, while not being too obvious about it.