Job Security Ch. 04

“I don’t know.” I knew I was at the point of having to do something, whatever “something” was.

“I was just wondering. You were moaning very softly and your body was moving in a nice slow motion as if you were in great pleasure.”

Just then she spread her hand and, even though my legs were closed shut, the tip of one of her fingers brushed my thong.

“Don’t, Marty.” I reached down and grasped her wrist. I imagined that with my dress being bunched up under me from sleeping, all it had taken was for her to undo just those few buttons for me to be exposed to my waist. Without looking under the blanket I visualized myself with my dress undone, pulled away to both sides and that red thong fully visible and available.

“I thought it would help you relax.” It wasn’t what she said that startled me and made me flinch. It’s how she did it, leaning over very close and whispering in my ear so close that her lips touched my sensitive lobes. It sent another unwanted shiver down me that wasn’t exactly unpleasant.

With my hand riding on hers, she abandoned my thong and drifted higher. I’m not sure it didn’t make things even worse when she started a very slow deliberate circular massage of my stomach. I was surprised at how sensitive I was there to her touch, especially when she gently explored my navel with a finger. Even though I had kept my head turned away from her, the intrusion of her finger in such a sensitive spot caused me to turn towards her. I was met with a waiting mouth that softly and silently closed over my ear lobe. The touch of her tongue on me caused a quick body reaction before I could move away. I don’t know whether the sharp breath I took in was audible or not, but my body’s little betrayal was quickly detected and evidently she was embolden by it.

Her hand slid back down my stomach, taking my own hand with hers as I gripped her wrist as if to make her stop. She casually slid over the top of my thong and down between my legs, starting a slow tease over the cloth of my thong without making any effort to dislodge my tightly clasped legs. With the tip of one finger, she began a very slow, very concentrated stroking of my sensitive lips through the thin silk, right above where she knew my clit was being protected. Again, my body went ahead of my thoughts, moving forward in a small thrust against her finger that I mentally regretted.

“I want to get up now.”

“Oh, I don’t think you really do. What’s the hurry?” I turned to look at her smile, which had no malice or anything, just a sweet look.

“I don’t want this.”

“I hear you.” There was a little pause. “But, I can feel you, too. I don’t think your body is saying no.”

Deep down I knew there was some truth in what she was saying. Regardless of my denial and my personal thoughts about how this was wrong, I couldn’t help but get the message from my body that there was something to all this and it certainly wasn’t bad. That fingertip was awakening those little familiar tremors deep within me and it just didn’t seem that I was doing anything to quell them.

Marty sort of straightened up for a minute and looked all around us, but that busy finger never left its target.

“Move your head over a little to me.”

I shook my head, not having any intention of feeding the fire. She didn’t press me, but instead increased the speed and pressure through my thong. It was enough to cause contact with my sensitive clit and even through the thin material it caused enough sensation that I moved my hips backwards and then forward again in reaction to her touch. I held it there for a second or two, then did it again. And again. And again. It became a regular rhythm with her strokes.

She looked around again then whispered, “I want you closer.”

I looked around a little myself and decided I was in more danger of somebody hearing her than I was of anything she could do. I mean, what could she do?

I moved over slightly and she was able to put her mouth to my ear.

“Turn your head to me.” I did so and she looked around again. She then very lightly, with no aggression, touched her lips to the very corner of mine. I felt no fear or revulsion the way she did it. What I did feel was a little electric shock run all the way down me. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a woman with sexual intent.

I turned my head away, avoiding her mouth. She went straight to my ear, this time not in a light nipple as before but with her full mouth and exploring tongue. She whispered as she stroked me with her mouth.

“Did you like it?” I didn’t answer.

“I think you did. Was that your first kiss from a woman?” She laughed softly as she spoke. I didn’t answer but I knew my true responses would have been “yes” and “yes.” She knew it, too, as well as I!

“I like the way your body moves with my hand.” I realized that somewhere through this distraction I had loosened my legs and they were no longer tightly clasped together. They weren’t wide open by any means but they had fallen open far enough for her to have her hand completely between them and she had taken advantage of the changing situation. Her finger was burrowed deeper into me, her carressment no longer so gentle but rather with a speed and roughness that my body was finding very pleasing.

She continued to look about during all of this, making sure we had no visitors. She would always come back to my ear and neck after each reconnaissance, teasing me to a point of enjoyment much higher than I wanted to admit. If my mind was voting “no” against this erotic evasion from Marty, my body was vetoing that feeble vote and marking it’s own ballot with a resounding “YES.” There was no longer any way I could deny the fact that my entire body was in a small quake; not thrashing around, but instead in a small, fluid series of waves under the cover of the blanket.

Marty read the situation correctly; I was coming around to her soft advances and she had lots of time to wait for me. The small kisses on my neck and ears were non-stop except when I would turn towards her. Then, she would very carefully and casually brush my lips with hers. Each time she did it, I was slower and slower in turning away.

I became aware that I had stopped grasping her hand with mine and was instead slowly caressing the top of it with my fingers. She was aware of it, too, and finally made her move and slipped one finger in under the leg of my thong and found my moist slit. She knew where she wanted to be and went straight for it, doing a quick flipping of my clit as soon as there was contact.

“A-a-a-h-h-h.” I couldn’t suppress the very low, very quick sound coming from me as I jerked in reaction to her finger. She quickly turned her head around to survey our surroundings after my little moan. When she returned, I had left myself in the vulnerable position of facing her straight on with my mouth slightly opened from the unexpected pleasure of her busy finger. She took advantage of what I was unintentionally offering and found my mouth with a rather quick warm, smooth kiss. I didn’t jerk back as before but instead closed my eyes, just taking in the pleasure for a moment. I know this was supposed to be bad, but at that very second I was having a hard time telling myself that. When she moved back I could still smell her sweet breath.

All of this distraction only took seconds, and all my thoughts and nerves were centered back on that one finger playing such havoc between my legs. I knew I had passed the point of concern and slowly opened my legs wider to accommodate her hand. She immediately recognized the surrender and pressed her mouth to my ear again.

“Do you want me to do it through the leg band, through the top, or take them off?” I couldn’t believe she was asking me that.

“I want you to stop.”

Suddenly her finger left my clit and went down and in, penetrating my wet entrance so quickly and easily that I lifted my hips and shoved forward against it. I was somehow able to mute the long moan that was trying to emit from my open mouth.

“I can see how much you don’t want it.” Her voice was very low and had become husky. She was obviously turned on with the knowledge that she had excited me so, the dampness giving me away. It was at that precise moment that my tormented nerves overrode my protesting mind and I just gave in.

“What do you want me to do?” She was asking again, I’m sure not so much as asking directions as much as wanting me to admit my resignation to the pleasure.

I didn’t answer, trying to retain at least some of my disappearing modesty. Instead, as she surveyed the aisle again for intruders and returned to face me, we were face to face again. This time I didn’t flinch from her soft lips. I pressed mine to hers for that quick second, igniting myself with the instant sparks she transferred to me. As I did, my hips just seemed to lift. She didn’t miss it, taking it as the answer she was seeking. She leaned forward just enough to slip my thong past the seat and down below my knees.

“Unbutton your dress.” It was a quiet order that I wasn’t in the frame of mind to disobey. Undoing the final few buttons didn’t seem to be so objectionable under my circumstances. I was covered with the blanket up to my chin. But, when she pulled my dress to each side as far as possible, I was totally exposed under the blanket and shuddered with the sudden nakedness.

Her hand ignored my open legs for a while, roaming freely over my exposed body, lingering at times on each breast. She spent just the right amount of time teasing my nipples until they were responding to her light touch, then she would move on with another new awakening move. I had the presence of mind to look about our surroundings. This seemed so unreal, being seduced by another woman with others closely around. Especially in that metal cylinder boring a hole in the silent sky. Looking down at the blanket covering my secret, there was hardly a ripple being caused by her roaming hand.

When my body was to the point of aching from being in a constant arc in response to her light touch, she moved down to that center of my being. If this had been David’s hand and fingers and if we were in private, I would have been begging at this point for the release. Instead, I was a willing prisoner to her touch and she was intent on torturing me as long as she wanted.

And that she did. Her touch went from just barely scraping my clit with her fingernails to probing deeply into me with two fingers, always coming back to the swollen clit until she felt I was ready for another sensation to start. I went from slowly pumping my legs up and down to stiffening them out as much as possible to absorb the building tension. She had turned around in her seat and was sitting forward with only her right hand foraging under the cover. Nobody walking by would have detected anything. We were more at risk of having my undulating body detected than her hands.

Everybody has her breaking point, no matter the situation. I finally reached mine, my shattered nerves unable to cope with it any longer. I turned my face to her and spoke softly.

“Please.” That’s all I said.

When she looked at me, her face was in that slack-mouthed, droopy-eyed look that I had seen on my own face on the films. She was getting off on this a much as I. She acknowledged my request by turning on her side and facing me. Her hand abandoned all teasing techniques and went to my clit with earnest. The soft, slow strokes became hard and fast. What had taken a huge amount of time to build up came crashing down in less than a minute. Silently, my body bucked up and down against her hand, that familiar shaking began, and I came in a crash. I came off the seat, bracing my head hard against the headrest and planting my feet squarely on the floor. With my torso totally lifted, her hand never slowed as it alternated quickly from my swollen little nub to the gushing tunnel below it. She seemed to know just exactly what I wanted and when. Finally, I let my body drop and turned my mouth to her with a look as if to beg her to suppress the scream that was trying to come out of me.

She looked around again, then accommodated me with a full kiss on the lips that, however fleet, had the effect of curling my toes down through my hyper sensitive body. I kissed back with fervor, surprising myself that I was disappointed with her quick release. Her continuing exploration of my body wasn’t disappointing, though. She went back to my breasts again, this time spending a long time touching me lightly, and then roughly twisting my nipples to the point I wanted to cry out. At that point, she seemed to know where I was with it and would return to the gentle massage that soothed them and made those little sparks that sent waves both up to my brain and down to my pussy.

Again and again she would bring me to the edge then down, not allowing me to spill over with an orgasm until she was ready. I finally realized by the look on her face that her other hand was busy between her own legs. I think that she was delaying my orgasms to match hers. I wasn’t sure, but her breathing and body actions made me believe that we came together twice. Mostly, though, my thoughts were selfishly on my own desires.

Danny woke and started moving about. When she didn’t stop, I became concerned that not only would he detect it but would become involved. She may have continued just to tease me, but finally she whispered to me to lift my hips. When I did, she gently helped me straighten my dress up so I could button up and retrieve my thong. It was so sudden that it left a little void. I obviously was still very high from her and although we both knew it had to stop, I think it was more a disappointment with me than her.

As far as I know, if Danny ever found out about Marty and I, she had to have told him. He never indicated to me that he did. David finally came back to where we were and we all actually did get some sleep.

We arrived as a tired and weary looking group. That was bad enough, but a very prime and proper Mr. Lin who looked like he had just stepped out of the cover of GQ magazine met us at the airport. (By the way, I think Marty was right about getting special attention from customs when our breasts were obviously moving around freely under the low cut dresses.) Mr. Lin apologized for the inconvenience of the flight but promised to make it up to us. Declaring that there would be no business talk that day or the next, he suggested that we rest then see the sights for a while.

When he had Marty and I to ourselves for a short moment, he told us that there would be times that he would not be required for the scheduled meetings and that he had some very special surprises for the two of us.

Looking forward to his invitation, we had no idea where this would lead us.

But, we found out!!