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The morning air is crisp
at 6am, enough for our breath to condense and
the coffee to appear to be steaming unnaturally.
We wait
at the field, having
had made arrangements the day before to go on a balloon
ride. I hold you in the
morning fog, me standing behind you, my face buried in
your sweet smelling
hair. You kiss my hands which are wrapped around you and
then sip the coffee you
hold between your fingers. The sun is just beginning to
peek above the horizon,
neither of us are morning people, but the sight of the
sun peeking above the
trees like a kid peeking over the table, causes us to
smile.
The sight is
comforting and I press my lips to your cheek, kissing it
and whispering soft
words into your covered ear. My fingers long for your
flesh
even after the wonderful evening the night before.
Smiling to myself I allow my
hands to gently travel up the front of your sweater,
cupping your soft breast
that is held in place with one of your beautiful bras
you purchased from
Victoria's Secret.
You respond by leaning back into me
more, snuggling into my
chest and we feel very contented at the moment, a magic
spell I never want to
break... It isn't long before we see the truck arrive
with the pilot and his
crew. They wave a friendly hello and I use the moment to
slowly remove my hand
so as not to arouse any suspicion from the crew. It may
have been for naught,
judging from the smile and wink from Pam, the crew chief
of the balloon "Risky
Business." What an appropriate name I thought when I
first saw it.
"Glad to see
you folks made it up on this fine morning." the pilot
greets us. "The weather
man says it is going to be one fine fall day, and I'll
wager the wind will
cooperate wonderfully.
The crew operated admirably removing the envelope and
basket from the
truck, assembling the propane tanks to it and started
the inflation fans. All
this time we hold each others hand and marvel at the joy
with which they
displayed in their tasks. We look beyond and see that we
are not the only ones
here on the field. A deer is a few hundred feet away,
nibbling on the tender
grass that is wet from the morning dew. There are also
some curious onlookers
from the neighborhood. Here to watch the proceedings
with bleary eyed morning
interest.
The Balloon finally attained it's 3/4 fill of
cold air, and the pilot
turned the burners on. The blast is awesome. Effectively
scaring the deer,
causing it to bound away in fright. We feel the warmth
from the burners,
toasting our skin making us feel warm even though we
were enjoying the cool
cuddling on the field. In seconds the "Risky Business"
was erect =) and standing
tall. Now we get to see it's wonderful colors, all
orange, with purple, gold,
and red strips along it's equator spiraling upwards in a
graceful arc.
David, the pilot motions us to the basket and becons us
to climb aboard.
I hold you as you lift one of your long beautiful legs
over the edge of the
basket, and the rest of you follows just as wonderfully.
I nearly bound in as I
do not want to be far from you for too long. Soon we are
settled in the basket
and we embrace each other in joy, our mouths pressing
firmly on each
others, tasting the happiness coming from each other.
Your mouth opens lightly,
and my tongue slips between your lips tasting your
tongue and letting it dance
over it.
Seeing you so happy has done wonders for me. I
seem to be smiling more
often and my heart doesn't seem to be as heavy. Now we
will soon be soaring
among the same clouds my head has been in since I've met
you. Our kiss is broken
by the sound of the burner igniting again, and as we
continue to hold each
other, the basket begins to rise.
The feeling is not like anything you expected. Unlike
the quick and
sometimes almost violent rise an airplane gives forth.
You notice the balloon
has not much motion. indeed it is not like "lifting off"
rather it is like the
Earth has moved away from you. Not much motion is felt
at all. You are overjoyed at
the feeling and you are clutched to me looking all
around and you turn to me
and kiss me again "I am so glad we got the ride." you
say to me, and I in turn
am glad also for seeing you smile and having your eyes
light up with pleasure is
priceless and worth anything to me.
Before we realize it
we are around 500 feet
up and we can see all around for miles. It is now that
you can see the New
England countryside in all it's fall dressing. Rolling
hills covered with
trees, decked out in all their glory. The reds and
vibrant golds of the Maples,
oranges and yellows of the oaks and hemlocks. It is as
if a painter carelessly
spilled his palette of paints, and they splattered all
over making a colorful
collage of color. Dave maneuvers the airship towards a
grove of trees, and you
lean over the basket to grab a handful of red Maple
leaves from the top of a
tree. Soon as you grab it he burns and the balloon rises
above the tops of the
taller trees.
The smile is so big on your face, and I can feel the joy
you have in
you. "Your smile means the world to me ." I say to you,
and you reply that you
have never been so invigorated or happy. I look at Dave
and he winks at me,
smiles and turns around to leave us to our passions. You
see it too and press
into me. Your lips once again devouring mine, our
tongues lashing each
other in a wonderful primal dance of love. I hold you
closely to me and I feel
your hands slipping down the back of my jeans. I return
the action my hungry
fingers massaging your firm rump. You enjoy this and my
clue is your pelvis
pushing into me, rubbing my hardening cock. I can feel
your heat through your
jeans, it is warmer than the burner overhead, and much
moister. I reach down
and pull your zipper down, open the button in front, and
allow my fingers to
slip inside......
My God ....you are so wet and hot...I have never seen
you so wet before.
It shows me that you are enjoying my gift to you, and
the ride is much more
enjoyable than you thought. Our lips still haven't
parted. I enjoy kissing you
so much. Seems like your lips are like a drug to me. I
taste and taste them,
still I do not get enough.. more... your tongue aggressively
tickling the top of my
mouth and mine chasing yours, wanting to enjoy every
inch of your mouth.
Your
mouth pauses for a moment, as you feel my fingers on the
outside of your
panties. Then you press harder as My index finger slides
along the front,
pressing the silky fabric along your moist valley. My
finger slips between your
legs, draws upwards, then back out again. I repeat this
action several times
slowly, feeling you grow wetter with each stroke. Your
hips are moving with more
vigor with each stroke I make, your legs opening
slightly more, hungry for
more.....
Your mouth is so tight on mine and your breathing is
deep. I am enjoying the pleasure you are having. My finger matches your
hip movements, faster
and smoother. Your panty crotch is hopelessly drenched,
and with one fast
movement of your hips and the wetness, my finger slips
past your high cut
leg band and enters your swollen outer lips. A "MMuummmfff"
escapes your still
firmly pressed lips as you feel the pleasure of my
fingers.
Again my mind reels
at the feeling of your dampness, and heat of your
womanhood. Your hips regain
their movements and my fingers slip back and forth along
your wet furrough,
passing your swollen clit. I can feel the hardness on my
fingers each time your
hips make it pass by my finger. I feel you approaching
your moment soon and with
each stroke now my middle finger buries it self into
your wet pussy.
In and out. Deeper and faster. Your passion unrestrained
as I feel your muscles
clenching my finger tightly. Your lips finally break
free and with a tilt of
your head back you exhale a rush of air, and exclaim "Yesssss
Fred... ahhhhhhh... Yesssssss". Your lips and muscles
clamp on my fingers then and
I feel a rush of fluid onto my palm as you cum like I
never seen you before.
Slowly I withdraw my hand and lick the juice from it's
digits. Smiling
to you, we kiss again, and I say "I'm glad you enjoyed
my present to you ." And
I carefully zip you back up, as we are approaching the
landing zone. You
remember the pilot and look at me. "Don't worry," I say
"He is discrete, and I
paid him to ignore us." You look over your shoulder and
see that he
has on a walkman, and is tending his craft looking away
from us completely. You
look at me with your eyes sparkling again. And say "
Fred. Thanks for the gift.
Just wait until tonight at dinner. Maybe I'll have a
surprise for you." Dave
calls over his shoulder that we are landing, and we bend
our knees slightly for
the touchdown. The basket returns to Earth and we climb
out wanting to help the
crew fold the balloon into the bag. Afterwards the Pilot
presents us with a
certificate telling all of our flight, and in a
balloonists tradition dating
back ages, he opens a champagne bottle and we all toast
to the return of all aeronauts to the ground again. We drink our champagne,
and Dave winks at us,
knowing he has another satisfied customer. We in turn
hold hands and walk to the
truck, and set course back to the Cabin........ |
