========================================================================= Date: Fri, 12 Apr 1996 17:58:51 -0800 Reply-To: Franki Tollefson Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Franki Tollefson Subject: ADULT: Boarding Pass 2/2 Boarding Pass - Continued ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He didn't want to have sex like that. Not intercourse. He preferred to be comfortable, with plenty of time, when he made love. Especially to her. Another wave of desire went through him as he thought of the things they'd done together over the years. But she wasn't suggesting intercourse. The scene in her book had been about something else. He thought again of that day in Paris. She had made him feel incredible. Why was he so reluctant to feel like that again? It's not like he knew any of these people. It wasn't even an original idea. Richie had called it "The Mile High Club." He closed his eyes, trying to think about something else. The rest of that day in Paris came back to him. The battle, the victory. The celebration back at the barge. Alone with her afterwards, they'd fallen to the floor... ***** He started to stand back up, reaching to pull her up beside him, wanting to move to the bed. She took his hand, but rather than letting him pull her up, she tugged, trying to pull him back down. "Let's go to bed." "No. Here. Now," she said, then pleading, "Please." He looked down at her, then, giving in, he knelt back down, reaching to pull her up to him. He kissed her deeply, then guided her back down. Watching her stretch out, he remembered the way she had pleasured him earlier. He put his hands on her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way. When he could see her panties, he tucked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them off. She moved to sit up, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, but he pushed her gently back down. "Duncan?" She asked, softly. "My turn," he whispered, pressing her legs open and moving to taste her. After a moment, he felt her relax back. He began to tease her with his tongue, wanting to repay her for what she'd given him that morning. ***** That's what was wrong. That's why he kept avoiding this. He didn't want her to go down on him, he wanted... He stood up quickly. As he walked past her, he leaned down. "Please," he whispered against her ear. She didn't move. He walked on, going into the bathroom. He waited for a moment, but she ignored him, keeping her eyes on her book. He closed the door, wondering if she was planning to punish him for not responding sooner. He used the facilities while he waited, washing his hands afterwards. Giving up, he opened the door. Amanda pushed him back inside and joined him. As she closed the door, he glanced over her shoulder and saw his seatmate watching them. Not caring any longer, he grinned at her as the door slid shut. He wrapped his arms around Amanda, kissing her as he slid the lock into place. *Occupied.* He slipped his tongue against her lips, licking the lower one, before pressing into her mouth. When he felt his erection harden again, he slid his hands down, grasping her bottom. Pressing her against him, he moved his hips slowly, grinding against her, letting her feel what she'd been doing to him. Her hands went to his arms, fingers splayed out, pressing him away from her. After a few moments, he gave in and pulled back, wondering what was wrong. Instead of pulling away, she started to move down. He caught her then, pulling her back up. "No," he whispered, as he leaned in to kiss her again. She gave in to his kiss, but her hands roamed lower. Reaching between them, she squeezed him, stroking gently. He broke the kiss, gasping for air. Quickly, he tugged her hand away, pulling it up and pressing it to his chest. He moved her hand so that her fingers were on a nipple, enjoying the sensation as she began to tease it through his shirt. After a moment, he leaned back in, kissing her again. She moved her other hand up and rubbed her thumbs slowly back and forth across his erect nipples. After a moment, she reached down, tugging at his T-shirt. She pulled it out of his slacks, then broke away from him long enough to pull it over his head. Letting it fall, she returned to his kiss, moving her hands back to his nipples. The touch of her hands and the heat of her kiss were almost too much. When she started to move down him again, he considered giving in. The thought of her warm mouth surrounding him was escalating his arousal until he was close to losing control. No. Not this time. Again, he caught her, pulling her back up. She looked a little puzzled, but relaxed when he reached for the buttons on her blouse. He kissed her again, unbuttoning her blouse as her tongue flicked along his lips and into his mouth. He sucked at her for a moment as the last button came open. Pulling back, he looked at her. The bra she was wearing was little more than lace. He wondered, not for the first time, why she bothered. Glancing up at her face, he saw the uncertainty in her eyes, and realized he'd been staring at her. Even after three centuries, sometimes he just needed to look at her. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. Reaching out, he pulled her blouse free of her skirt, then he grinned and pulled the tails back behind her, tucking them into the back of her waistband. He started to slide his hands under her shirt, reaching to unhook her bra. She stopped him, pulling his hands toward the front. He was puzzled for a moment, then realized the clasp was between her breasts. He reached for it, as she pulled his mouth back to hers. When he had the clasp open, he pushed the bra to each side, ending the kiss and pulling back to look at her again. With the blouse tucked behind her and the bra pushed aside, she was completely exposed to him. Well, not *completely,* he thought, glancing down at her skirt. He kissed her again. As she responded to the demands his mouth was making, he shifted, turning her so that she was pressed against the sink. He slid his hands up from her waist, moving to cup her breasts. Remembering the way she'd teased his nipples before, he returned the favor, sliding his thumbs across the peaks, feeling them tighten. When they were hard, he used his thumbs and fingers. He rolled them softly, listening to her breath catch in her throat. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to her nipples, licking around each one. Catching one between his tongue and teeth, he squeezed softly, careful not to hurt her. The taste of her, the rough texture of her nipples against his tongue, was causing his own arousal to mount again. As the thought crossed his mind, she moved her leg, pressing her thigh against his erection. He broke off, pulling back and looking at her. Leaning forward, he whispered softly in her ear. "I was right, you can read my mind." She laughed softly as she once again started to move down. This time, she resisted when he tried to pull her back. "Let me," she said, the desire evident in her low whisper. "No," he answered, "let me." She looked at him, not understanding. He pressed her back against the sink, kissing her again, then moving lower. He sucked at her breasts once more, willing her to relax, to let him do this. He could feel the tension in her. He moved his hand down to her thigh, squeezing gently, then running his finger up and down over the stocking. As he tickled her softly, he felt her relax, soft moans whispering from her as he teased her breasts and leg. He started to move his hand further up her thigh, under her skirt. Pulling away from her breasts, he moved his lips back to her ear. "Mmmmm," he whispered softly, "what am I going to find under here?" She laughed quietly at that, knowing he was only half kidding. He never knew what she might, or might not, be wearing under her clothes. The laughter died on her lips when he knelt down in front of her. He put his hands on her thighs, sliding up, pushing her skirt out of the way. When he saw what she was wearing, he groaned softly. Black silk panties, a black garter belt, stockings with hand crocheted lace at the top. He ran his hands back down her legs for a moment, nodding to himself. *Silk* stockings. He shifted a little, his erection suddenly very uncomfortable. To distract himself, he reached up, sliding his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them slowly away. He pulled them to her feet, then reached up to balance her as he pulled them off. He dropped them to the floor, turning back to her. Then he stopped, picked them back up and tucked them into the pocket of his slacks. He heard her chuckle softly at that, and turned quickly, running his tongue along the inside of her thigh. He roamed up one thigh, starting at the top of her stocking and stopping where her leg joined her body. Turning his head, he did the same thing for the other leg. Her skirt was in the way. The hem kept falling back down, covering her every time he pulled away. Exasperated, he pulled the hem up, tucking it into her waistband, getting it out of the way. He expected her to laugh again at that, but she didn't make a sound. He glanced up to see her watching him, her eyes dark with desire. Reaching down, he caught her ankle and lifted her foot onto his thigh. Pressing her leg to the side, he kissed her inner thigh again. He licked and nibbled at her for a moment, wanting a response from her. When he heard her sigh, he pressed into her leg, biting gently, causing her sigh to change to a whimper. He turned into her, finally. Using his hands to open her, he moved against her. He stopped, barely touching, as he caught her scent. He held still, overwhelmed for a moment by three centuries of memories. The scent was faint; she kept herself immaculately clean, but it was still enough to cause his memories to wash over him. She had used a number of different perfumes over the years, but this had never changed. After a moment, he felt her fingers brush against his hair, bringing him back to the present. He pressed into her, opening his mouth, using his tongue. He licked all along her, tasting her, enjoying the way she moved against him. He slid his hand out, pressing her thigh open a little further, as he pressed a little deeper into her. He moved his head lower, as she reached behind her. Using the sink for leverage, she moved, angling herself to allow him easier access. As she opened to him, he let his tongue slide up inside her, her moans making him ache with his own need. He moved higher, brushing his lips and tongue quickly over her clitoris, chuckling a little when she gasped. The gasp was followed by a soft groan of disappointment when he moved lower again. He ran his tongue down and inside her again and then back up, stopping short of the bundle of nerves he'd teased a moment ago. He kept this up for a few moments, teasing her, until he felt her fingers wrap in his hair, pulling it loose from its tie. She twisted her fingers tightly and pulled his mouth where she wanted it. Smiling to himself, he pressed his lips against her, kissing her clitoris. Opening his mouth, he began to suck on her. After a few moments, he felt her fingers begin to relax in his hair. He licked her, flicking his tongue up and down over her. He still had his hand on her thigh, but he moved the other in to touch her. Catching her moisture on his fingertip, he pulled back to lick it off. A tremor ran through her as she watched him. He groaned softly, as he felt his body respond again to her arousal. Finally, he stopped teasing, returning his lips and tongue to her most sensitive spot. He moved his hand down, sliding two fingers inside her. As he pleasured her, he felt her fingers begin to tighten in his hair. After a few moments, he heard her breathing change to a soft panting whimper. Knowing she was close, he increased the pressure of his tongue, moving it rapidly against her, as he slid his fingers in and out. He felt her begin to shake, pulling him against her, whispering encouragement. Her body tensed, as her climax overcame her. Over and over, she tightened and released around his fingers, reminding him too vividly of their past lovemaking. As her climax eased he leaned his head against her thigh, nuzzling her gently, knowing she'd be sensitive. Her orgasm had pushed his arousal past want to need. He couldn't wait any longer. Without moving away from her, he moved his hand down, opening his slacks and reaching in to free himself. She relaxed a little and he was able to move against her again. He licked gently at her, enjoying her small shudders as he began to stroke himself. Noticing what he was doing, she used her hands in his hair to make him look up at her. Moving a hand to his shoulder, she tugged gently, encouraging him to stand. "Let me do that," she whispered. He nodded, standing up and pressing his lips to hers as he felt her hand wrap around him. As the kiss deepened, she increased her hand movements, pushing him quickly toward release. Without warning, she let go of him, moving her hand. He pulled back to look at her, need raging in his eyes. She smiled, reassuring him. Reaching into his pocket, she pulled her panties out. She raised them to his face for a moment, letting him catch her scent again. Then, reaching down, she wrapped her hand back around him, pressing the smooth silk against his straining hardness. He groaned softly at the sensation. Without slowing the motion of her hand on his penis, she slipped her other hand behind his head, pulling him into another kiss. Then, as she increased the speed of her hand on his erection, she guided his head lower, pressing his mouth to her breasts. He wrapped his hands around them, licking and sucking, loving the way she tasted. Moving her hand from his head, she reached between them to tease his nipples. She moved her hand from one to the other for a few moments, then stopped on one as she concentrated on the motions of her other hand. As the tension in him began to build, he pulled his mouth away, afraid he'd hurt her as he lost control. Leaning his head on her shoulder, he concentrated on the mounting pleasure. He was so close. Each breath was more labored than the last. The last thing he noticed was her hand moving from his chest. She reached down, wrapping it around his scrotum, caressing in counter-point to the movement of her hand on his penis. He shuddered as his orgasm hit him. Turning his face into her neck, he tried to muffle the sounds building in his throat. Pleasure overwhelmed him. Shock waves hit him again and again, each one causing him to thrust against her hand. When he could think again, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. She hugged him back and then moved her lips to his. He kissed her, licking her lips, and she caught his lower lip, nibbling on it. After a few minutes, she pulled gently away, ending the kiss. He reached up with his hands, touching her face and then whispered softly, "I love you, you know." She nodded, "I know," then, smiling, "But, it's nice to hear for once." He smiled and her voice dropped to a whisper, "I love you, too, you know." "I know," he answered, "But, you're right, it is nice to hear." "We'd better get back to our seats," he said after a moment. Amanda nodded, then reached behind her, pushing the panties into the trash can. He looked puzzled, and she laughed softly. "You don't want those in your pocket now," she told him. She raised her hand to her lips. Slowly, deliberately, she licked each finger, watching him. He realized then that she'd caught most of his semen with her panties. No wonder she'd thrown them out; she couldn't wear them like that. After a moment, she reached down and fastened her bra. Then, pulling her blouse loose, she began to button it. He watched her for a moment, then remembered he had some dressing to do himself. Picking up his shirt, he pulled it back over his head. Then, he reached down, pulling his pants into place and fastening them. She sighed softly as he finished fastening his slacks, and he laughed. "Later," he promised her, as he tied his hair back up. She nodded and pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser. He saw the semen on her thigh and realized she hadn't caught it *all* with the panties. He took the paper towel from her. Catching her behind the knee, he lifted her thigh and gently wiped it clean. When he released her, she adjusted her skirt, letting it fall back into place. He pushed the towel into the trash can, and moved to kiss her again. As their lips touched they heard a pinging sound. Looking around, they saw the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign come on. "Time to go," he said. He heard her sigh again when he started to unlock the door. "Amanda." "I know, I know. Later... Oh, and Duncan..." He stopped, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, he prompted her, "'and Duncan...' What?" "About 'later'? It's my turn." She turned around and walked out, with him following her. He glanced around and realized with some relief that everybody in first class was asleep. Well, everybody except the lady in the seat next to his. She glanced back when they came out, nodded to Amanda, then went back to her book. Amanda started to slide into her seat, but Duncan caught her arm, stopping her. He moved past her, taking the empty window seat. She smiled and sat down next to him. As she reached for her book, Duncan stopped her again. After fastening his seat belt, he pushed up the arm rest between them. Turning a little, he leaned back and held his arm out to her. She pulled her seat belt as far out as she could, then fastened it around her. Turning, she laid her head against him and closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned his head against the head rest, closing his own eyes. Within minutes, they were both asleep. *** They landed in Paris a few hours later. When the flight attendants finally got the door open, Duncan and Amanda picked up their belongings and started to leave. Duncan stopped when he realized his former seatmate was struggling with a heavy carry-on bag. Without thinking, he reached past her and picked it up, motioning her to go ahead of them. She stared at him, obviously unaccustomed to young men being so chivalrous. She glanced at Amanda, then shrugged and turned to walk off the plane. Amanda shook her head; he could still surprise her. Leaning up she kissed his cheek and then turned to follow the other woman off the plane. "Is someone meeting you?" Duncan asked the woman, as they came to the gate. "No," she said, "I'm meeting friends here, but they won't be flying in until tomorrow. I'm going to head over to my hotel and try to get some rest." She reached for her bag. Duncan started to hand it to her, then hesitated. "Do you have other luggage?" He asked. "Yes, a couple of bags. I'm going to be here for a month. I always bring one carry-on bag, in case my luggage gets lost." She shrugged a little at the last, obviously used to traveling. "I'll carry this down to baggage," Duncan said, moving off. The woman glanced at Amanda, who chuckled a little. "Just let him carry it; it makes him feel good," she whispered. "Well, if *that's* all it takes..." The response startled Amanda into a full laugh. The other woman grinned back at her. Leaning in, she whispered, "I envy you; he's really beautiful." "Shhh, he'll hear you. He's stuck up enough as it is." "Now, you be nice; he's a sweet boy." Amanda smiled a little at that. "Yes, he is," she agreed, quietly. As she turned to follow Duncan, the woman spoke again. "If that boy had been around thirty years ago..." Amanda stifled another laugh at that, "He was." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: I know the bathrooms on planes are too small for this, I don't care; call it dramatic license. Like people who live forever.