All tied up/synchronicity

She gently reached out and pushed his bobbing hard on under the surface of the water with her foot. The wet cloth slid down his face as he slowly raised his head from the hot water.

Everything in the bathroom had a cold, wet, slick surface from the steam. With exception of one white flower pot, the room was sparsely decorated in all white tile with touches of finished balsam wood. The bath, in the center of the room, was particularly deep allowing the bather to be completely submerged. It was night outside, the woods laid still.

Rising from the bath, steam came off his body adding to the already dense fog. Water ran down his figure lapping into the emptying tub. She backed away giggling, knowing very well what was to ensue.

Lunging forward he pulled her waist towards him dripping hot water on her cashmere sweater. She pulled back hoping to avoid any damp but was dreadfully unsuccessful. His hands rushed under her jeans and silk underwear cupping her plump ass. Hard on brushing against her metal belt buckle, she pushed against his shoulders, her head thrashing to and fro, her hair sticking to his wet skin. His lips and teeth met her neck and gave a playful but strong bite. The taste of her perfume lingered on his tongue.

Cupping her ass with his left hand his right moved to the front to undo her belt even as she continued to push away. With one hand he undid her buckle and tore open the zipper. Then, surprisingly, let her go.

She stumbled backwards in her new found freedom, careful not to slip on the still damp floor, only to realize that he had her cornered. He walked slowly towards her, his penis stiff with excitement, bouncing with every step. There was a grim look in his eye, one of lust filled aggression. With every step forward, she would take one step back, until she realized her back was touching the wall and he was centimeters away from her yet again.

He pushed her pants past her hips and thighs until they slid down her legs themselves. His penis brushed against the ridge of her underwear, just below her belly button. Before she could say a word, he had her hands above her head and against the wall. With one foot on her jeans, he pushed her leg free so they were held apart by his knees. Her heart beat faster as his mouth moved in for a kiss. This time when pulling away he bit her lip...hard.

His free hand began to trace the elastic band of her panties and watched her midriff shrink in as it were ticklish and slightly fearful. Slowly, he lowered her panties allowing for her small patch of pubic hair to see the light.

His right had drifted south and gently brushed against her lubricious nub. With his middle finger he traced the outline of her lips and ran it towards her asshole. Stopping just short, he gently pushed, his finger sinking in just past the nail. She let out a soft moan as she spread apart for him. Running his finger back to her bud, he gently fluttered against it and ran back to her hole. She began to lower herself, as much as she could to rub against him. The pressure against her wrists increased.

He moved his waist forward and manually guided his hard prick to her wet patch. Pushing back and forth she felt his cock rub lengthwise against her folds which tried and failed to envelop him. She pushed down in the hopes that he would slide into her, but her arms, which were still very much outstretched and still very restricted, did not allow for it. Finally after several minutes of rubbing against her lips, he slowly dipped his head in and she shuddered, eyes rolling back.

Distracted, she had not noticed him reaching to the wooden shelf next to them and grabbing a towel. He slid into her, pushing as deep as he could using the balls of his feet to lift her high off the ground and against the wall. Her eyes opened and widened when she realized what he was up to. The towels were soft but firm against her wrists and prevented them from separating.

Pulling out of her, he turned her around so that her arms were still raised and aligned with the wall. Her back was now arched and legs spread apart. She rested her face against the cold tiles as he knelt on the floor. He met her buoyant ass cheeks at eye level. He held her left thigh still with his hand, began to rub her clit with the middle finger of the other. She spread her legs wider, he could feel her thigh tighten with excitement.

He moved forward so that his tongue could just slightly graze against her revealed flower as he fingered her. Her arms began to tire and feel sore but that pain melded with the familiar burn between her legs which grew and grew, as his tempo sped up. She began to push her hips as much as she could to the rhythm of his flicks. Remaining attentive to her clit, he began to alternate tonguing her folds and her hole. His face became sloppy with her juices as he burrowed his rolled tongue deep into her.

The smoldering which had been slow at first was now increasing at a faster rate, with every passing second her legs tightened, the side of her face now numb from pressing hard against the tile wall. With the last few flicks of his finger and probes of his tongue she felt an orgasm wash over her, she let out a loud moan and began to involuntarily, softly twitch. She laid softly against the wall, panting hardily. He was not finished with her yet.

He rose to his feet slowly rolling his fist over his hard on, making the tip of it wet with pre cum. She was turned around slowly and guided her to her knees. He traced his thumb gently over her cheek, over her lips and then under her chin. Dragging it across her bottom lip, her mouth was delicately opened. Their eyes met as she looked up at him and his arousal.

He bent his cock horizontally and guided it into her mouth. He felt her soft, wet, warm mouth surround him, take him in, inch by inch. Her hands, still binded, rested behind her back as she started to bob her head. She bobbed slowly at first, flicking her tongue in a circular motion around his head. She continued the motion as she moved further and further down his shaft. He could feel her tongue run under his penis, tickling the base of his cock, as she pushed all the way forward. Resting for but a second she raced back to the end, sucking and slurping until his penis popped out of her mouth.

He turned her around and undid the towel that bound her hands together. He gently pushed her forward so that she laid face down against the cold wet tiles. She raised her midriff and her hips from the floor, taunting him, her breasts squeezing out to the side. He lowered himself onto her, first gently rubbing his head against her still wet vagina and finally sliding in. She engulfed every inch of his hard member, his penis throbbing in ecstasy and anticipation. He placed his hands on hers and lifted himself just slightly above her using his knees and began pumping. The heat from his body was intense especially combined with the cold of the floor, she slipped one hand from his and moved it to her bud.

He began pumping slowly and gently at first but quickly grew in pace and strength. It was not long before she found a synchronization between her fingers and his pumping, this time there was a burning for both of them. The pumping became more and more furious as did her finger movement. He began to feel the edge of the tiles cut into his tender wet flesh and faintly draw blood as he continued to pump harder and harder.

It was the slapping against her ass that finally did it for him.

He had moved his legs on the outside of hers and pulled her up so that she now rested on her elbows. Her hair now a wild frenzy, covered her face and her breasts swayed and slapped with every jack from his body. It was the ass slapping, the top front of his thighs hitting her ass cheeks as his penis withdrew to almost an inch from the tip of his head. She could feel it rubbing the inside of her, her body emptying and filling, emptying and filling with his prick.

Her knees now spread apart and ankles close while her ass hovered in the air. He could see his cock slide in and out of her fanny, the head on fire with intoxication. She gasped for more and more her arm growing rigid with exercise and excitement as she rubbed her clit furiously. It was in those last slaps that he came, pulling from her, expelling his seed on her back and ass. He grew faint and fell forward as she shook under him in pleasure. Their hearts banging heavily, one after the other, blood running through their veins furiously and their bodies laid limp and weak.

In those faltering moments, that the woods lay still and the night continued to drift on.

Plane

Hour four of an 18 hour plane ride.

Christ.

The seats were comfortable enough, they had a reasonable amount of selection as far as films were concerned.
Being in business class helped.

Still, 14 hours to go.

He pulled down his sleep mask, pulled up his blanket while shifting his body for comfort. The xanax starting to kick in he drifted back to sleep.

He felt his member grow hard. Not an uncommon thing for a healthy male of his age.

Something was wrong.

What was different was that his penis was not brushing against the inside of his underwear. His head, foreskin pulled back rubbed against the rough wool of his blanket.

He was paralyzed with fear.
This was not a good thing. How could this have happened? He had never been prone to pulling his penis out of his pants in prior naps. What if he were discovered? Surely he would be arrested upon landing. He would be handcuffed and paraded in front of crowds like a sex offender in a third world country.

Then he felt her grip.
Her thumb drifted gently across the underside of his helmet, her palm and four fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her hand, soft and unusually moist beginning to slowly pump his unit. Her nails lightly tickling the top of his member.
A wave of helpless pleasure rolled over him as her arm picked up pace.

His left hand began to slowly creep from under his blanket towards the sweet smell that barely licked his nostrils. He felt the cold metal from the chair under his hand and finally the tips of his fingers touched what he believed to be a wool skirt. Her pace remained constant slowly bringing him to a deeper state of arousal.

His cock rock hard now felt like a fleshy marble in her hand. When his hand slowly brushed against her thigh she felt her heart in her throat. What was she doing? This was completely out of character for her. Yes she enjoyed a healthy sex life but never even in her most adventurous moods did she ever contemplate this. It all came back to the wetness.

She had been wet for a long minute by this point. The fact that she had gotten so wet at the thought of this act was the driving catalyst for her actions. She bit her bottom lip as his hand fingered the hem of her skirt moving towards her hot wet patch. She could feel the bottoms of his digits rub gently along her stockings. She leaned to one side, slowing down her pumping so that she might free herself from the bondage of her undergarments. He pulled her her underwear down so that it was nestled just under her left cheek and she struggled to move her undies under right. She could feel the rough wool on her bottom and his middle finger began to trace her lips. She began pumping harder.

He gently traced her lips in a circular motion stopping only to lightly vellicate her button. He brushed his finger down to probe her with the very fine tip of his finger. She held her breath as he dipped in. He began to stroke her delicately, slowly but consistently. Her grip tightened.

They still had not even looked at each other, he realized.

Her breathing deepened but remained soft. Her eyes rolled back into her head, it was hard to continue pumping but it was necessary. She bit her lip. His finger picked up tempo and began to throb from the action. It wasnt used to such a work out. She began to grind against him, he started to alternate probing and stroking. She moaned quietly in approval almost abandoning her task at hand. She decided she needed to finish him off so that she could enjoy hers.

Rotating her wrist in a half circle motion she began massaging strictly his head, up and down. She could feel his groin being pushed in an upward motion. She released his penis and pushed his abdomen lightly so as to tell him 'settle down or we will get caught'. He understood. She continued her prior activity. He could feel it coming all at once. His balls ached as it felt like it had been a decade. The inside of her hand was now covered in a foamy precum, still wet but beginning to dry like rubber cement. He thought about how he would love to suck on this mystery womans thighs as another woman took him in her mouth. She would grind against his face, allowing his tongue inside of her. He thought about how he would blow his load in the second womans mouth. Thats when he shot. His finger went deep and she pushed down upon it.

He sat for a few seconds to regain semi conciousness. Pulling his finger from her he began at a furious pace. She clasped his thigh which was now covered in cum with her left hand and grabbed hold of her chair with her right. She was certain that there would be a wet patch when she had to vacate the chair. Her pedal throbbed with urgency. She thought of his tongue brushing harshly against her clit, mouth sucking away at her. She'd pull him by the hair into her, smothering him. He'd grab her cheeks and force her into his wanting mouth. Her legs shook as she achieved a long awaited climax. Her arms trembled slowly. She shut her eyes and felt his hand leave her.

When he awoke other passengers were beginning to leave the plane. The seat next to him was empty.