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Touched by an Angel
Touched By An Angel
by Tyger (tyger@nym.alias.net)
and Daphne (daphne@nym.alias.net)
Version 1.1
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Copyright 2000 by Tyger and Daphne. All rights reserved. This
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As you saw from the codes, this contains SEX. Not
merely sex, but PEDO sex as well, involving a preteen. You
have been warned. If you don't like this kind of story, or may
not legally read this story, please do not read it.
Chapter 1
Alfred Hamcock made his way down the aisle of the 767,
squeezing by passengers stuffing their carryon luggage into the
overhead compartments. He looked at the numbers of the rows,
and finally found the row with his seat. His seat was on the
aisle next to a window seat on the right side of the aircraft.
He sat down and slid his briefcase underneath the seat in front
of him.
He sighed audibly. Another long flight in coach class. He
wished he were flying first class, but the contract didn't
allow for that and there were no free upgrades available on
this flight. At least he had the aisle seat in a two-person
row. He hated being sandwiched between two other people. Now,
he just hoped the person assigned to the seat next to him
wasn't traveling with an infant.
"Excuse me?" came a female voice above his head. He looked up
and froze in amazement at the sight. It was a girl, about a
head taller standing than he was sitting, jet-black hair
asymmetrically parted at her right, hanging down just below her
ears. Her eyes were narrow, and she wore a black cropped
T-shirt, that stopped a couple inches below her bosom, leaving
her midriff bare. "May I get through? That's my seat next to
the window."
"Oh yes, of course." Mr. Hamcock slid up his seat, and
squeezed himself as far back as possible. As the climbed
across him, he observed with a rush of excitement that she was
wearing an extremely short micro-miniskirt, leaving her legs
almost completely bare down to her sandals. Hmmm, he thought
to himself. This flight might just be okay.
The settled in her seat next to him and crossed her legs,
leaving him a delicious view of her bare thigh. Despite it
being the middle of the summer, her skin was only slightly
tanned, contrasting provocatively with her black mini and
cropped T-shirt.
Buckling her seatbelt, the turned towards Mr. Hamcock and
smiled. "Hi. My name's Angel. What's your name?"
Mr. Hamcock returned the smile and replied, "Alfred Hamcock,
but you can call me Al."
He couldn't pull his eyes away from her great legs, her
luscious thighs, her trim midriff, her shapely small breasts,
and her pure, innocent face. And that winning smile of hers --
it completely lit up her face. What WAS he thinking? She
couldn't be much more than a child. He wasn't a pedophile. He
had a wonderful career, which he could never throw away. And
he could never risk thirty years in prison, with morally
enraged thugs on all sides beating him up right and left, ready
to murder him in an instant.
But there was something very alluring about this girl, this
Angel, that belied her age and innocence. Looking into her
dark eyes, Mr. Hamcock sensed, more than anything, a knowledge,
a self-confidence, that went beyond her years. This, combined
with her physical attractiveness, had Mr. Hamcock feeling a
sexual arousal uncharacteristically brought on by someone so
young.
"Hey, Al." Angel uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she
turned toward him and smiled. "Do you think there's any danger
on this airplane?" she asked coquettishly.
Alfred returned the smile, blushing slightly. "No, airplane
travel is perfectly safe. You wouldn't believe what the
airlines have to do to ensure a safe flight. No, Angel.
Nothing is likely to happen." His smile broadened down at her.
She smiled back her most winning smile, and uncrossed and
slightly spread her legs and leaned back against her seat,
closing her eyes. Alfred instinctively closed his eyes, to
avoid seeing up her skirt.
Thirty minutes later, they were finally underway. Angel leaned
forward and stared out the window as the 767 lifted from the
runway and headed west toward Seattle. Try as he might, Alfred
could not keep his eyes off the for long. Pretending to
look out the window, his eyes drifted down to the bare thighs
next to him. Unaccustomed to the arousal he felt while staring
at this girl, he began to wonder about himself. And, he
began to wonder about the girl.
He leaned forward, and over the to view the retreating
Boston skyline. His fingers accidentally-on-purpose brushed
Angel's thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Her skin was
soft and cool. The Boston skyline vanished quickly from view
behind the airplane, so he sat back in his seat, inadvertently
brushing Angel's thigh again.
Angel turned toward him and giggled. "Oh, sorry," Alfred
apologized, momentarily afraid that she might have been
offended by his actions.
She didn't answer, but instead asked him, "So what are you
doing in Seattle?"
Relieved that the contact didn't seem to bother her, he
answered, "Oh, I'm going on business. I'll be there a couple
of days or so, depending on how long it takes to get the job
done. How about you? Did they not have an available seat for
you to sit with your family?"
Her smile broadened. "Oh, no, I'm flying alone. I've just
been to visit my grandparents and I'm on my way back home."
Al wondered momentarily whether a would let her
grandparents see her in that kind of dress, but he shortly
forgot the question. "Did you spend the whole summer with your
grandparents?"
"No, just three weeks. My had to go back to Taiwan for
something. I don't know what it was about, but they sent me to
stay with my grandparents in Lexington." She turned toward him
and put her hand on his knee. He flinched at the touch. She
reached up and whispered in his ear, "I think it's something
sexy. They won't tell me anything. But I already know a lot."
Her hand moved a couple inches up his leg.
"Oh, I'm sure you do," answered Al, covering her hand with his.
"Oh by the way, haven't you noticed it's rather chilly in
here?"
Al gave her hand a little squeeze and smiled, "No, not really,
but I've got just a bit more clothing covering me up than you
do -- not that I mind, though," he added quickly, moving his
hand to her bare thigh to give it a squeeze. She pressed his
hand with hers, so he left it resting on her smooth skin, not
wanting to miss this opportunity.
She beamed. "Do you like it? I'm glad. It makes me feel all
tingly inside when I know I'm making someone happy. I know
guys like to look at me and it makes me feel good when I know
they're looking." She moved her face close to his ear again
and whispered, "Sometimes they like to do more than look, too,
if you know what I mean."
Al looked around furtively, suddenly concerned again with
prison and death. He should put a stop to this right now, he
thought to himself. Instead he said, "Well, if you do feel
chilly, I could ring for a blanket."
"Oh, that's so sweet of you," smiled Angel in her winning
smile. Alfred reached up and pressed the call button. When
the stewardess came, he asked for a blanket. The stewardess
returned with one shortly, and Alfred lifted up the arm between
Angel's and his seats, and covered both of their laps with the
blanket.
Underneath the blanket, Angel took his hand in hers, saying,
"Thank-you so much. This is much better."
"No problem," he assured her. Trying to make conversation, he
asked, "Have you flown before?"
"A few times, but this is my first time flying by myself
. . . well, my second if you count my flight to my
grandparents' as the first. It's kinda exciting getting to
travel by myself."
"Makes you feel sorta grown up, huh?" Al commented. "So, how
old are you, by the way?"
"I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen in about three months."
"So, let's see, that must mean that you're going to be in
seventh grade in September?"
"Nope, eighth grade."
"Oh, sorry," apologized Al in a slightly contrite tone.
"That's okay. I got a head start. Most kids my age are in
seventh grade." Angel squeezed his hand under the blanket. Al
squeezed back, and lightly tickled her palm with his
forefinger. She giggled softly and smiled at him.
"So are you looking forward to school starting this fall?"
asked Al.
"Yeah, I like school. It's not too hard and I get to see all
my friends."
"What's your favorite subject?"
"Hmmm," she paused to consider, "English, I guess. I like to
read and write. I write and poems sometimes, and I
read lots of books. 'Course, I like some of the PE classes,
too. I especially like swimming."
"What kind of do you like to write?"
"Oh, you know. Science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance."
She placed Al's hand on her thigh. "Naughty of
temptation, danger . . ." her voice trailed off, as she gazed
up at his eyes.
"Stories of temptation?" Al whispered, his breath caught up in
nervous excitement, his hand slid an inch up Angel's thigh.
"Forbidden desire?" His hand went up another half inch.
"Danger?" His fingertips felt the elastic of her panties.
"Lust?" All the more excited and nervous about what he was
doing, his fingertip lightly touched her crotch.
"Always ending in tragedy and loss . . ." whispered Angel.
Suddenly seriously frightened, Al quickly removed his hand from
Angel's body, and brought it back to his own lap.
Angel's face brightened and she giggled. Reaching for his hand
and placing it back on her thigh, she reassured him, "But those
are only stories, silly. I didn't mean to scare you."
Al's only response was a slight smile. He didn't resist, but
he had been seriously spooked. It was difficult to recapture
the excitement he had been feeling just a few moments before.
He really didn't know what to make of this girl. One moment,
she evoked a lust in him that was simply primal. The next
moment, she induced a fear in him which transformed that lust
to guilt.
She leaned her seat back, and, turning slightly toward Al,
pulled the blanket up over her and slid her hand over to Al's
thigh. She closed her eyes and leaned against the edge of Al's
chair.
Al thought a nap would be a wonderful idea, so he leaned his
seat back and pulled up the blanket about him. He leaned back
with a sigh, and Angel leaned up against him and murmured
quietly. This would shorten the temptation to do something
he'd surely regret, as well, he thought. He quickly fell
asleep.
Chapter 2
He twisted and turned a couple times, aware of a soothing
pleasure around his loins and a voice speaking over the
intercom. The pleasure and the voice seemed to mingle
together, until he suddenly yanked awake, with a sense of
something wrong. Something was too quiet; he couldn't quite
figure out what.
The captain was saying something about the plane having to land
in Fargo, North Dakota. Passengers about him were murmuring in
consternation. Beside him, Angel was still asleep, her hand
loosely about his penis and testicles.
Alfred gently removed Angel's hand from his crotch, then leaned
forward and tapped the arm of the person in front of him.
"Psst. What's going on? I've been asleep."
"One of our engines has malfunctioned," answered the man.
"We're flying on only one engine, and we're going to land in
Fargo." Ah, yes. That's why it seemed so quiet. There was no
noise from the engine on his side of the airplane. Al felt a
certain sinking in his stomach. The one engine had better stay
working, he thought to himself.
Angel stirred next to him. "What's going on? Is something
wrong?" Concern showed on her face.
"Nothing to worry about," Alfred tried to reassure the girl.
"One of the engines has malfunctioned and we're going to have
to land in Fargo. But, don't worry, these planes can fly with
only one engine -- they just want to land for safety's sake.
We'll be fine. It just means we'll be a little late getting to
Seattle, that's all."
"How late?" Angel asked, apprehension clearly evident in her
voice.
"I don't know yet," Al admitted, "they haven't said. I suppose
it will depend on how long it takes to either repair this
engine or get another plane in here to fly us on to Seattle.
Don't worry, though, just stick with me -- I'll see that
nothing happens to you." Al smiled, trying to appear more
confident than he felt.
He sat back, and took a deep breath, and Angel did too, taking
his hand tight in hers. His mind was hyperfocused on the
sounds and feelings of the airplane as it made its descent. He
felt lighter every time the plane lowered itself another level,
and he felt every bump, every shake. He felt and heard
whenever the one remaining engine on the opposite side of the
plane was increased and lowered. He felt the scraping of the
wings deploying their flaps a little at a time, and heard the
sound of the air rushing by. He heard and felt the thud of the
landing gear being lowered.
Shortly afterwards, he felt the bump of the plane landing on
the runway, and gave a sigh of relief. Only then did he
realize how tensed up he'd been. He felt he could really use
some hot sex, as soon as possible. But where would he find
anything in Fargo, ND?
It soon became painfully obvious that this stop was not
anticipated. Once they had landed, they had to wait for what
seemed like an eternity for a gate to become free so that they
could deplane. Periodically, one of the flight attendants
would make an announcement to apologize for the delay and beg
their patience. During one of these announcements, they were
told that there would be a representative from the airline
inside the terminal with further instructions for them.
Finally, a gate became available and the passengers began to
deplane. Alfred pulled his briefcase from beneath the seat in
front of him and stood up in the aisle, allowing Angel to step
in front of him. Together, they slowly followed the other
passengers into the terminal.
As they filed into the terminal, a flight attendant handed each
passenger a packet. "We're sorry for the inconvenience this
delay has caused. Inside this packet you'll find vouchers for
dinner tonight, hotel room for the night, and breakfast
tomorrow morning. There is also a phone number to call in the
morning to get information about the time and departure
location for the continuation flight tomorrow. Again, we
apologize for the inconvenience."
"If you need your baggage tonight," she continued, "It will be
available at the baggage claim area. There will be shuttle
busses to take you to your motel, and to various restaurants
this evening."
It took about fifteen minutes for the luggage to arrive down
the belt at the baggage claim center. Alfred had two
suitcases, and he grabbed one of them, leaving the other at the
airport. Angel, who had stayed with him all the time, took a
small suitcase. Then they boarded one of the busses to the
motel.
After standing awhile in line at the office, they finally
reached the desk. Alfred handed his voucher to the clerk, and
after filling out the form, received his room assignment and
the electronic keycard for his room. He moved aside from the
desk to let Angel check in as well, but instead she followed
him. He felt a little nervous and apprehensive, but didn't
want to say anything until they were well away from everyone
else.
Back outside, as they walked to his assigned room, Angel
explained shyly, "I didn't want to be alone."
Alfred didn't respond. Instead, he unlocked the door to his
room and stepped inside. Angel followed him in. They
deposited their bags near the closet and looked around the
room.
It was a fairly typical hotel room. To the left of the door
was a small closet area and to the right was the bathroom.
Beyond the closet along the wall was a chest of drawers, a desk
and a stand with a portable atop it. The opposite wall
was nearly filled with a large window overlooking the
courtyard and pool area. The heavy drapes were open, providing
a good view of the facilities. In front of the window were two
comfortable looking overstuffed chairs and a small round table
over which a lamp hung. On the right, beyond the bathroom, was
a large king-size bed between two night stands and bedside
lamps.
Alfred sat on the edge of the bed. Angel sat down beside him
and broke the silence. "You're not mad, are you?" She took
his hand in hers and squeezed it. "I'm just a little scared
and I didn't want to be alone tonight. Besides," she added
with a sly smile, placing his hand on her bare thigh just below
the hem of her miniskirt, "I don't think you do either."
Alfred froze in excitement and fear, and he felt his penis
hardening in a way it had never hardened since his early teens.
His rod was rather small, he knew -- only about five inches
long and one inch when fully erect -- nevertheless, he
was sure Angel could see the lump forming at the crotch of his
pants. He left his hand on her thigh, wondering how many years
he might get if this went on.
She giggled at his discomfort. "Yes, I know it. You really
want me, don't you. In fact, you can't wait until evening."
She tapped the bulge in his pants, and his erection jumped in
response. "Hey, we have at least three hours before supper."
Alfred turned and looked at the radio clock; it read two
o'clock.
"It's true, Angel, I do want you. You turn me on more than I
can ever remember being turned on and I want you more than
anything in this world right now. But, you're so and I'm
also afraid. I could get into so much trouble if I give into
my desires and anyone ever found out."
"No one will ever know, Al," Angel assured him. "No one knows
we're together -- no one even knows us here. And, I'll never
tell anyone -- I promise."
Angel kicked her sandals off and climbed up on his lap. She
leaned against his chest, sliding one hand underneath his suit
jacket, and lightly caressed him. Alfred put his arm around
her back, and slid his other hand across her legs and under her
skirt. He pulled her tightly to him. All thoughts of danger
left his mind.
Angel moaned a contented sigh as he pulled her close. She
looked up at him, smiling. Then, she moved to kiss him on the
mouth. She kept her lips parted slightly and used her tongue
to signal Alfred that she wanted this to be a passionate French
kiss. He open his mouth and allowed her tongue entrance.
As their tongues explored the other's mouth, their hands began
to explore the other's body. Angel unbuttoned a couple of
buttons on Alfred's and slid her hand inside to stroke
his bare chest. With the hand of the arm that Alfred had
wrapped around Angel's back, he slipped underneath her cropped
T-shirt and cupped one of her breasts. He began caressing her
smooth bare thigh with his other hand.
Their breathing grew rapid and heavier as they continued to
kiss and caress. Alfred teased Angel's nipple with one hand as
his other hand began stroking the inside of her smooth thighs.
Angel parted them enough to allow him to stroke all the way up
to her covered mound.
Alfred broke their kiss. "Would you like a backrub?" He moved
his hand from her around behind her and began massaging
her back and shoulders. Angel purred, a low, soft, vibrating
purr. Alfred lifted her up and laid her face down on the bed,
and continued the massage.
Alfred started at her neck and shoulders and worked his way
down her back, kneading and massaging her muscles. Suddenly,
Angel pushed herself up, and pulling her T-shirt over her head,
she said, "Here, it'll feel better without this." Now naked to
the waist, she laid back down to let Alfred continue the
massage.
Alfred began again, kneading her shoulders and neck. He worked
down her back, down to her buttocks, and then continued
massaging down her thighs and legs, reaching the backs of her
knees, her hamstrings, and finally her feet.
Then he turned her over and began to work his way back up her
body. He delighted in the feel of her soft, youthful skin.
Her legs were smooth and silky to the touch, and Alfred found
himself becoming more aroused as his fingers moved over Angel's
legs and thighs.
Angel seemed to be enjoying this too, making sounds of pleasure
as Alfred's hands kneaded her muscles and caressed her skin.
His hands slipped under her skirt, stroking up to the leg bands
of her panties. He could smell the aroma of her sex and knew
that she was becoming as aroused as he was. He ran his hands
lightly over her stomach and pubic mound. Angel let out a
little giggle, so on his next pass, he applied more pressure.
He felt the soft folds of her lips beneath her
and rubbed this area gently. He thought he felt moisture
seeping through her panties, but it was so warm here it was
difficult to tell for sure. Resisting the temptation to
concentrate on her vagina, Alfred continued to work his way up
her body.
He softly caressed and pushed on her tummy, then slid up to her
breasts. Her were little more than a boy's, yet Alfred
found them strangely attractive.
Angel's eyes were closed. Alfred pulled away from her,
wondering if she were asleep. Apparently she was. Her
breathing was soft and slow. Alfred decided that it was a good
time for a short nap, so he took off his shoes, lay down on the
bed, and closed his eyes.
Chapter 3
The next thing that Alfred became aware of was the pleasant
sensation in his genitals. He had been sleeping soundly and
for a moment he was disoriented. Through the grogginess
between dream and wakefulness, he felt the arousing stimulation
of his penis being masturbated and sucked. Then, he remembered
where he was and who he was with.
He opened his eyes and raised his head to see Angel kneeling
beside him on the bed, bobbing her head over his stiffening
manhood. She had managed to undo his pants and pull out his
penis while he slept.
He was not quite fully erect yet and she was able to get well
over half of his cock in her mouth on her downward stroke. The
sight of this cute with his saliva-wet dick plunging
in and out of her mouth had his blood rushing to stiffen his
rod. He moaned, "Oh God, Angel, that feels so incredibly
good."
She slipped his erection from her mouth with a slurp and smiled
at him. "You're awake. I thought you'd like to wake up this
way. Now, relax and enjoy it." With that, she stretched her
legs toward the headboard of the bed and lowered her mouth back
down on his cock.
Alfred rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.
He began to caress Angel's bare inner thigh as her mouth drove
him ever closer to a climax. Angel's small hand was wrapped
around the base of his erection and followed the motion of her
head as it moved up and down over him. Her tongue licked all
around the head of his cock as she applied suction with her
mouth and her fingers squeezed the base.
The sensation was incredible -- more than incredible. Alfred
couldn't remember ever having a blow job that had come even
close to being as good as this one. He wanted this feeling to
last forever, but there was no way that that was going to
happen. The erotic stimulation masterfully administered by
this brought him beyond the point of no return
quickly. Alfred began to breathe heavily and moan as his
orgasm overtook him.
Tasting his first load of semen, Angel stopped moving her head
and clamped her mouth around the head of his penis as she
rapidly milked the base of his cock with her hand. She pumped
every last drop of his come into her mouth and swallowed it
until he finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of contentment.
She ran her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock to
make sure it was clean and let it slip from her mouth.
She crawled up beside him and laid her head on his shoulder as
he wrapped his arm around her naked torso. She raised her eyes
to look at him, "Did you like that?"
"Angel, I can honestly say that that was the absolute best blow
job I've ever had. It was fantastic!" She smiled and snuggled
up against him.
They cuddled. He nuzzled her forehead and ran his hands over
her back and down her buttocks, noticing that she had removed
her miniskirt and panties; she was completely naked. He
couldn't recall ever feeling so tender or protective to someone
before. She lifted her head up and kissed him on the mouth.
There was a very strange taste in her saliva; after a second,
he realized with momentary disgust that he was tasting his
come. Actually, it was worth it, he decided.
Umm, yes, he thought. If she could an entire load, he
could manage to ignore a bit of after-taste. He felt himself
getting excited again. He would take things slowly, he
thought. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she kissed him
hard back. Then he slid down and kissed and nuzzled her chin,
and then her neck.
She giggled as he licked and nibbled her neck. "Oh, you're
such a cool vampire!"
He licked down her chest, tonguing her little tiny nipples in
the process. Her breath quickened, and she gasped audibly.
He kissed down to her belly button, and tongued it lightly. At
the same time, he worked her thighs with his hands, slowly
approaching her pussy.
Angel bent her knees and spread her thighs wide apart,
beckoning him lower. Smelling the aroma of her heated sex,
Alfred kissed his way down to her pubic mound where he began
licking her lips. Angel's moan of pleasure let him know that
she liked what he was doing.
He continued to lick between her folds, inserting his tongue as
far as he could into her vaginal canal, then slurping up to
lick and suck her clit into his mouth. Angel began to writhe
in pleasure under his experienced ministrations and it wasn't
long before she was moaning and humping in orgasm. As her
climax subsided, Alfred began to kiss his way back up her body.
Loud pounding on the door startled him. Alfred froze in
fright, afraid that he might be caught and in trouble. "Could
you tone it down in there?" yelled a male voice from outside.
"Your is too loud! Thanks!" Yes, come to think of it,
Angel had been screaming pretty loud at times. He just hadn't
noticed it.
"What was that about?" asked Angel.
Alfred calmed down, relieved that he wasn't likely to get in
trouble. After a moment, he answered, "Seems like you were
rather loud just then."
"I was?" Angel looked embarrassed. "I never knew that."
"I didn't notice, either, to tell the truth. Say, it's almost
four o'clock. Let's take a shower and get dressed for dinner."
Alfred removed the rest of his clothes, and they went together
to the bathroom to take a shower.
Chapter 4
They enjoyed soaping each other's bodies under the warm water
of the shower. Alfred still could hardly believe that this was
really happening -- that he was in the shower caressing a
nymph that he'd just enjoyed oral sex with and had met only a
few short hours earlier. He loved the feel of her body;
her small pert breasts, her flat stomach, her smooth thighs and
her puffy mound were all exciting to touch. And, her small
young hands roaming over his body was equally arousing. She
gave considerable attention to his soft member, actually
succeeding in bringing it partially erect even after its
thorough workout such a short time before.
Finally, they rinsed and shut off the water. They dried
themselves -- and each other -- and got dressed to go out for
dinner.
Alfred put on a clean suit, and Angel wore a sky-blue,
short-sleeved dress extending down to just above her knees,
with white sandals. She wore a pair of earrings and a small
necklace, and one ring on her left middle finger. Alfred
thought she looked innocent, yet more alluring than ever.
Could this really be the same who had given him such a
blowjob this afternoon, who had screamed so in response to his
lips and tongue?
She took his elbow, and they went out the door.
A bus was waiting to take them to town. They sat together
until the bus stopped at a place with numerous restaurants.
"Well, what would you like to eat?" Alfred asked Angel.
She smiled slyly. "Oh, I don't know . . . some kinda meat?"
she answered, her eyes darting down to his crotch.
Alfred smiled at her innuendo, but didn't reply to it.
Instead, he continued, "Well, there's a steak house over there
that looks pretty nice. Do you wanna try that?"
"Sounds wonderful," she smiled.
They entered the steak house. Alfred looked around and saw
that they were the only persons formally dressed for dinner. A
waitress took them to a corner table and handed each of them a
menu. They sat facing each other. Alfred leaned forward and
gazed in Angel's eyes. A sitting across the table from
him had never looked so wonderful.
He quietly slipped off one shoe, and lifted his leg up and slid
his foot under the table on Angel's lap. Her face didn't
betray anything, but she spread her thighs apart and shifted so
that his foot slid under her dress. He fondled her with his
foot. Her expression still didn't change, but she squirmed
slightly underneath.
Finally, he looked down at the menu. He decided on a large New
York steak for himself, and a white wine, and asked what Angel
wanted. She took a steak sub and also asked for some wine.
Alfred knew that he couldn't actually order wine for her, but
promised to share some of his with her.
The waitress returned shortly.
Alfred gave the waitress the order for both himself and Angel.
After the waitress left to turn in the order, Alfred looked at
Angel and said, "Angel, you are a remarkable lady." A
sly smile crossed Angel's face as color rose in her cheeks. "I
can't quite believe my good fortune that we were seated
together on that flight," he continued. "I can't find the
words to express how glad I am to . . . um . . . to have gotten
to know you."
The color deepened on Angel's face as she gave an embarrassed
giggle. "I'm glad to know you too. It's been fun . . . much
better than spending the time alone. I wouldn't have liked
that at all."
Alfred reached forward and squeezed her hand, and she clasped
his hand tightly in return. "After this flight is over, I
would love to continue seeing you, Angel."
"Oh, my dear Alfred, that sounds so wonderful. If only I
could. But my would never allow it, so I don't know
when I'd ever have a chance to see you."
"Oh, that's too bad. We don't really want to do anything that
would get you in trouble. And it really scares me, that I
might spend twenty or thirty years in prison."
"Well, there's always email," said Angel. "And I'm sure to
visit Boston again sometime, and we can find some way to get
together then. And maybe you'll come to Seattle again
sometime. I might be able to sneak out."
"Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens," Alfred
responded. "In the meantime, we'll just have to make the best
of the time we do have together." He smiled and winked at
Angel.
"Uh-huh," Angel confirmed emphatically, smiling slyly. She
leaned closer to Alfred and lowered her voice. "And, don't
worry. I won't tell anyone. I know how to keep a secret and
I'll deny everything if anyone asks. Relax and let's have some
fun." She gave his hand another squeeze.
"Thank you, Angel," Alfred replied sincerely. "That makes me
feel better. As I said, you are truly remarkable." Again, the
color rose in Angel's cheeks.
The waitress arrived with the food and wine shortly. She
brought a Coke for Angel, and wine for Alfred. Alfred asked
the waitress for an extra glass, so that he could share Angel's
coke, and she went and brought one, along with an extra straw.
Alfred turned his attention to dinner. Mmmm, he thought to
himself, his steak looked delicious. He picked up the salt
shaker and sprinkled salt on the steak. Then he took his knife
and sawed off a bite-sized piece. Ahhhhhh, perfection, he
thought. Then he turned to the mashed potatoes, loaded with
creamy butter, and took a spoonful.
He looked back up at Angel, and saw her wolfing down the
foot-long steak sandwich. She looked like she was enjoying her
meal just as much as he was enjoying his. He turned his
attention back to dinner.
The waitress stopped by their table to make sure everything was
okay. After both Alfred and Angel assured her that the food
was delicious and that they didn't need anything else, the
waitress left.
They didn't talk much as they ate. Both of them realized that
it had been quite a while since they'd had anything significant
to eat and they had become quite hungry. Besides, the food
really was delicious and comments about these things were all
they paused for as they enjoyed their meals.
Alfred broke open the sealed extra straw, and inserted it into
Angel's soda. He took a good sip. "Would you like some wine?"
he asked her.
"Sure. I've never tasted wine before. I'd like to try it."
So Alfred poured a little of his wine into the spare glass, and
gave it to her. They both raised their glasses up, and touched
their glasses together. Then Alfred took a small sip, and
Angel took one with only a short hesitation.
"Mmmmm . . ." hummed Alfred.
They finished their meal, talking about various things, eating
the food, drinking soda and wine. Angel asked for a soda
refill, and Alfred got a second glass of wine.
When the waitress came with their check, Alfred endorsed the
airlines dinner voucher and assisted Angel in doing the same
with hers.
They left the restaurant and walked back towards the bus stop.
Alfred held Angel's hand as they walked. "What would you like
to do now?" he asked Angel. "Are you ready to go back to the
hotel or do you have something else in mind that you'd like to
do before we head back?"
"Oh, I think I'm ready to get back to the hotel and . . . um
. . . relax," she answered and gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm
sure we can find something to do there," she explained,
grinning at him. After a moments pause, she added, "Don't they
have cable there? I'm sure we can always find a or
something to watch on TV."
"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Alfred responded. "I can't
think of anything I'd rather do right now."
They waited only a few minutes before the bus arrived. They
boarded the bus and found 2 seats where they could sit
together. Alfred put his arm around Angel's shoulders and she
rested her head against his side as the bus pulled away from
the curb. He put his other hand on her knee, and she put her
hand over his, and they cuddled like that until the bus arrived
back at their Hotel.
Chapter 5
They walked hand in hand to their room. Alfred took the remote
control and sat down on the edge of the bed, and Angel climbed
up on his lap. He put one arm around her waist, and pointed
the remote at the television. "Shall we just see what's on
now?" he asked.
"Sure." Angel leaned back against him. Alfred clicked the
television on, and began surfing the channels. He clicked
through a couple news shows, a couple unknown movies, and one
show that looked like a talk show.
The next channel showed a dark-haired woman lying on her back,
shrieking and twisting from side to side. Squeezed between her
thighs could be seen the top of a man's head, apparently
licking her out for all it was worth.
"What's this?" Angel said quickly, placing her hand on the
remote to keep Alfred from changing the channel. "Yum, that
looks good. I bet she's enjoying that."
"yeah, he might be enjoying himself a bit too," Alfred grinned.
"Let's watch this for a while," Angel suggested, "to see what
else happens. 'kay?"
"Okay, if you want to . . ." Alfred agreed, bending his head
down and giving Angel a kiss on the neck.
"Mmmm," Angel hummed. "Hold on," she said, climbing out of
Alfred's lap, "I want to get more comfortable." With that, she
began to get undressed.
It was during commercials, and the station had billed itself as
the Playboy Channel. As Angel slipped her dress over her head,
she asked, "Why don't you get comfortable, too?"
"Oh yes, of course." Only then did Alfred realize how hot and
stuffy he was in his suit. He stood up and took off his suit
jacket, and then dropped his pants. He took off his socks,
then looked nervously at Angel. She was down to her panties,
but now was just standing there looking at him.
He took off his shirt, but for some unknown reason, felt
nervous about taking his underwear off. His breath came in
short gasps. His dick bulged hard through his underpants.
Angel looked nervous, too. They stood looking at each other.
Finally, he thought to himself, the heck with it, and yanked
his underwear down. The elastic band on his briefs caught the
head of his dick and yanked it down as well. When his
underwear descended below his dick, it sprung up, bobbing
comically up and down. How undignified he must look, he
thought, as he pulled his underpants the rest of the way down
and stepped out of them.
When he looked up again, Angel had just stepped out of her
panties. He sat back down on the bed, and Angel sat on his lap
again. Alfred's dick was squashed between them and pressed up
against Angel's back. He put his arms around her, and his left
hand slowly stroked up her lovely bare thigh towards her pussy.
The commercials ended, and the show resumed. A second
joined the and woman already there. He pulled off his
clothes and stuck his twelve-inch hard penis into the woman's
mouth, while the other continued to eat her out. The woman
continued moaning and rasping, as she took his penis in her
mouth and it. Her moaning and rasping came out
primarily from her nose, and became more muffled as she took
his dick farther and farther into her mouth and down her
throat. The woman arched her back and turned her head way up.
The kneeled down with his knees just above the woman's
head, and leaned down over her, and began thrusting, pushing
his penis deeper into her mouth and down her throat. The angle
of the view shifted to show the woman's mouth and neck. Alfred
could actually see the progression of the head of the man's
dick, as it went farther and farther down her throat; it
widened her neck just a bit.
Finally, his dick was all the way in, and his testicles were at
her chin.
"Wow!" Angel exclaimed in awe, "she sure can a lot of
cock!"
"She sure can," Alfred agreed, mesmerized by the action on the
TV and the feel of Angel's soft skin under his fingertips.
"I bet he really likes that," Angel offered.
"I imagine so," Alfred concurred, moving his fingers onto
Angel's warm, moistening mound.
The on the screen began to fuck the woman's mouth. Before
long, he withdrew his huge phallus completely and began to jerk
his gism all over her face. The woman moaned and tossed her
head from side to side as though she were experiencing her own
orgasm.
"Why did he do that?" Angel asked.
"Do what?" Alfred retorted, his attention concentrated on his
cutaneous senses at the moment.
"Pull out and come on her face?" Angel clarified.
Alfred gave a little chuckle. "It is a little silly, isn't
it?" he said. "He probably did that so we could see him come.
It seems like they're always pulling out like that in these
sorts of movies. You're right, though, it's unnatural.
Believe me, it feels much better to come in your . . . um, I
mean, to come in the girl's mouth."
Angel giggled, then leaned her head back and gave him a kiss on
the cheek.
On the screen, the scene had switched to two different women,
both completely naked, each lapping the other's in a 69
position.
"I don't like this," said Angel, as Alfred's fingers slowly
slid up and down her pussy. "This is boring. Let's look at
something else." With that, she pointed the remote control,
and clicked.
The next channel showed another news program, and Angel clicked
again. The "Back to the Future" was being announced, to
start in a few minutes. Angel said, "Hey, I like this movie!
Let's watch it."
"Oh yes, that's a wonderful movie." Alfred remembered it from
years ago.
As they waited for the to start, Angel said, "Just a
minute," and got up from his lap. She gathered all the pillows
from the bed and stacked them against the headboard behind
Alfred. "here, lean back against these and make yourself
comfortable," she directed.
Alfred did as she suggested, then Angel climbed back on his
lap, raised herself up and faced the television set. She
positioned his penis, and sat down. His penis slid right up
her pussy, with little resistance. Alfred felt himself nearly
come, as she shifted about and made herself comfortable, her
legs hanging outside his legs. He put his arms around her, and
caressed her, and she leaned back against him.
The opening section of the began. Alfred watched
motionless as Michael J. Fox adjusted the sound equipment in
the lab, and then made his way to school via skateboard.
Alfred found it difficult to concentrate on the with his
sensitive erection sheathed to the hilt in Angel's tight pussy.
The slightest movement brought him nearly to the point of
orgasm as he held and caressed this girl. He brought one
hand up to fondle her breast, toying with and squeezing the
nipple, while his other hand stroked her bare thigh and flat
stomach, occasionally dipping down between her legs to tease
her clit. Gradually, he was able to begin a slow, gentle
rocking of his hips, moving his dick slightly in and out of
Angel's grasping cunt.
He shortly found himself absorbed in the movie. Angel
occasionally squeezed her tight around his hard dick. He
absently fingered her tiny clit and the folds of her as
he watched the movie. They both began rocking faster, as the
Libyans appeared and chased down and shot the scientist. Angel
moaned and gasped, and her breathing turned raspy. Then Marty
jumped in the deLorean and fled as the Libyans chased him
around the parking lot. A tingling flowed from his dick, and
exploded throughout his body and mind as Marty reached
eighty-eight miles per hour. Angel yelled and froze at the
same time, and her pulsated like crazy about his dick,
which kept spurting and spurting his semen.
Alfred's orgasm subsided first. His dick began to shrink, but
Angel's continued pulsing kept it semi-hard. He started to
pull his hand away from her when he felt her calming
down, but she grabbed his hand and pushed it back to her
and gasped out, "No! Don't stop! Keep doing it." So he kept
fingering her and rocking his body, and her orgasm flared
again.
As his one hand continued to massage Angel's clit, scooping up
their mingled juices seeping out of her hole, Alfred took
advantage of his relaxed state to stroke and caress her body
with his other hand. He kneaded her and squeezed her
nipple, then moved his hand down over her stomach and on to her
thigh. Her skin was so soft and youthful. As his hands worked
their magic, he bent his head and began softly kissing Angel on
the neck and shoulder.
He continued kissing and caressing the while watching the
movie. Angel's orgasm didn't stop completely; her pulsing
about his penis slowed down to a heavy heartbeat. His hand
massaged and pressed her in rhythm. He found himself
absorbed by the movie, with his pulsating penis a strong
background sensation.
At one point, during a commercial, Alfred realized that he had
to go to the bathroom pretty badly. He carefully lifted Angel
off his lap, and when she whined in surprise, explained that he
had to go to the bathroom: "I'll be right back. I have to go
pretty badly."
"Please hurry back. I need you inside me," replied Angel.
Alfred's dick, which had been only semi-hard, immediately
hardened at that. When he reached the and lifted up the
toilet seat, he had to push his dick down like a lever and
point it at the bowl. He could only in short
spurts, and it was difficult and a little painful. But
eventually, he got it all out with a loud sigh of relief.
He squeezed out the last few drops, washed his hands, and then
returned to the bed. As soon as he sat down on the edge, Angel
climbed back on his lap, raised herself up, aimed his
still-hard dick, and sat down hard. His dick slid right up
her. He realized that his copious had lubricated
her well.
They turned and continued watching the movie.
It was nine in the evening when the ended. The
announced that the next would be "Back to the Future,
Part II." Alfred asked if Angel wanted to watch that, and she
answered, "Of course. And we'll watch the third one after
this."
While the first was a fun, exciting, suspenseful, and
romantic romp into the past, the second turned out to be a
dark, scary, depressing, and equally suspenseful trip to the
future, back to a horrifying alternate present, and finally
back to the same time as the first movie.
As Angel had predicted, the third followed right
afterwards.
Angel was yawning heavily by the time the third ended
around 1:30 at night, and Alfred was pretty sleepy, too. They
both went to the bathroom, washed and brushed their teeth.
They went to bed in each others arms. Angel fell asleep
immediately. Alfred kissed her forehead and slept . . .
Chapter 6
He gradually woke up to the now-familiar tingle of lips and
tongue on the underside of his penis.
"Mmm . . . that feels so good," he moaned as Angel slid his
erection between her lips.
Slurping up his shaft, she kissed the tip as she let it slip
from her mouth. "Umm-hum," she hummed as she began to crawl
atop him. "But I want one more fuck before we have to leave to
catch our plane." She straddled him and eased herself down,
impaling his rigid member deep in her cunt. She sat still for
a moment, allowing the delicious feelings to wash over them
before she began to move slowly up and down over his cock.
Alfred's hands stroked the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling
her muscles flexing as she moved up and down on him. Her body
felt so good to his touch. And, her body's intimate contact
with him felt so good to him and brought him such exquisite
pleasure. He wanted to savor this experience and make it last.
Alfred moved one hand between Angel's thighs and began teasing
her clit as his stiff rod moved in and out of her pussy. Angel
gave a long low moan and picked up the pace of her movement.
Suddenly, she sat down hard on him, burying him very deeply in
her body and putting pressure on her clit. She ground
herself against his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washed
over her body. Finally, she collapsed forward on him and gave
him a deep and passionate French kiss.
Alfred wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to him.
His hands roamed over her back and butt and thighs. He began
moving slowly in and out of her as they kissed.
Angel broke the kiss and hugged him tightly, resting her head
on his shoulder. "Oh, Alfred, that was so good," she murmured.
"It still is. I love fucking you. Fuck me hard, Alfred. Fuck
me hard and fast."
Alfred could hold back no longer. The words and actions of
this drove him crazy. He began to pivot his hips,
sliding his cock in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace,
slamming harder and harder into her on each inward stroke.
Angel gave a little grunt each time he slammed into her.
Finally, the grunts turned into one long moan as another orgasm
swept over Angel's body.
This was all the stimulation that Alfred could handle. With
one final deep thrust, he began to his hot seed into
Angel's depths. Grasping her hips tightly and pushing deep
into her pussy, Alfred pumped jet after jet of his hot
semen into her. As their orgasms subsided, they lay wordlessly
catching their breaths.
Jet after jet, Alfred thought to himself as he dozed away,
Angel laying on top of him. Jet after jet, spurting semen up
in her . . . jet after jet . . . jet . . . jet . . .
He yanked himself awake in terror. "Our flight. When does it
leave?"
Angel yawned, lifted her torso up from Alfred's chest, and
answered, "The plane departs at eleven. I checked yesterday,
as soon as we got the info. The bus is coming at ten for us.
We have plenty of time. It's seven now; we can go for
breakfast at nine, then catch the bus for the airport. I wanna
have more fun." She smiled and squeezed Alfred's dick, still
up deep inside her.
"But let me at least set the alarm."
Alfred began to lift Angel off him, but Angel whined, "Don't,
please. I need you inside me." So Alfred carefully slid his
legs off the bed, and stood up, carrying Angel still impaled on
his dick. He waddled over to the alarm clock on the
television.
He couldn't figure out how to set the alarm, and was having
trouble holding Angel up at the same time. Angel said, "Here,
let me try." She reached over, and quickly set the alarm for
nine, and Alfred waddled back to bed.
Back in bed, Alfred lay on his back to sleep, with Angel on top
of him. Angel rocked back and forth on him, squeezing and
relaxing his dick. Angel's rocking stimulated Alfred, yet at
the same time lulled him off . . .
The next thing he knew, the alarm clock was beeping loudly,
startling him awake. Angel shook him, giggling and saying,
"Time to get up, sleepy-head." Alfred yawned. He really
wanted to lie down for just a few minutes, but he slowly sat
up. His dick, all soft now, was still loosely caught inside
Angel.
He stood up, carrying Angel wrapped around him and headed for
the bathroom.
They got in the shower and soaped each other up, cleansing
themselves of the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated
on their bodies. Alfred paid particular attention to Angel's
pussy. "After all," he said, "It's had a lot of recent action.
We have to keep it fresh and clean."
He reached down and grabbed Angel by the ankles, and lifted
them up. Angel yelled as she fell forward against him. "Stop
It!" She giggled a little, so Alfred knew she wasn't too
offended or frightened. He lifted her ankles all the way up,
pressing her feet against the ceiling. Angel hung there
upside-down. Alfred turned her to face him, with her back to
the shower controls.
Alfred held her ankles up with one hand, while with the other
he turned on the shower full blast and aimed the showerhead
right at her pussy. She shrieked and he put his hand back up
and took one ankle, spreading her legs wide apart. Angel was
giggling and squirming against the pulsating water on her
pussy, and she held tight onto his ass.
Alfred moved his face up close to her and gently blew on
it. She came right then and there, dangling from the ceiling.
Alfred pressed his lips on her pussy. He kissed, licked, and
buzzed her pussy, bringing her to the edge and off another
half-dozen times. Finally, Angel said enough, and asked to be
set down.
He let her down, and she immediately knelt and took his
stiffening cock into her mouth. She wasted no time in bringing
him to full hardness. She wrapped one hand around the base of
his dick and used her other hand to fondle his balls.
She applied pressure with her tongue along the sensitive
underside of his erection as she slid it in and out of her
mouth. Her hand kept pace with her motion as it slipped along
the base of his shaft.
Alfred was wide awake now and could fully appreciate the oral
technique of this girl. As badly as he wanted it to
last, she had him climaxing in no time. As before, she held
the head of his dick in her mouth as she milked every last drop
of semen out of his body, not allowing a single drop to escape.
Finally, Angel stood and they rinsed each other off one last
time. They took a few towels out of the bathroom and dried
each other off. Alfred dressed up in a clean casual suit and
packed his clothes. Meanwhile, Angel changed into the black
cropped T-shirt and micro-miniskirt that she'd worn the day
before, and packed her stuff up.
They walked out, carrying their luggage and holding hands.
Alfred was momentarily worried that others might guess what
they had been up to. But nobody paid much attention to them.
They checked out of the motel and went for breakfast.
They ate breakfast mostly in silence. Alfred gazed at Angel
across the table, and Angel gazed back. He held his left hand
on the table, clasped in hers. Angel briefly pulled her hand
away, saying, "Just a minute." She opened her handbag and
removed an intricately fashioned string of beads. "here," she
said, "this is a friendship bracelet. I want you to have it."
She placed it in his hand. "I made it myself."
"Thank you, Angel. That's very nice of you. It's beautiful.
I will keep this and think of you always." He slipped the
bracelet into his jacket pocket.
When breakfast was over, they paid with the airline vouchers,
and then went outside. A couple of busses were already there
to take passengers back to the airport. They got on the bus,
stowed their luggage, and sat down next to each other.
The bus started off, and shortly arrived at the airport. They
checked in and got on the plane. It was the same plane as
they'd flown in on, and the seating assignments were the same,
so Alfred got to sit next to Angel again. He asked a
stewardess for a blanket, commenting that it might get a little
chilly when the air-conditioning went on. The stewardess
brought one shortly, and Alfred covered Angel and himself.
They held hands underneath the blanket.
The plane took off, and flew toward Seattle. Alfred leaned his
seat back and rested, as did Angel. Angel surreptitiously
reached across underneath the blanket, and took his off-side
hand and placed it on her thigh underneath her skirt. He let
it rest there, not caressing or fondling. The motion of the
aircraft eventually lulled him to sleep.
He woke up just as the Captain announced the approach into
Seattle. He pulled his seat upright, and at the same time
Angel woke up and di d the same. The plane landed and taxied
to the gate. The stewardess spoke over the loudspeaker. "We
wish you a warm welcome to Seattle, and again, we apologize for
any inconvenience the delay has caused . . ."
Finally, they arrived at the gate. Alfred and Angel remained
for awhile, while everyone else got their carry-on luggage and
slowly walked out of the plane. When the plane was mostly
empty, they got up and gathered their own belongings.
Angel took Alfred's hand and held it as they deplaned. They
said goodbye to the stewardesses as they passed by them.
Angel let go of his hand shortly before entering the terminal.
Once out of the gateway, she quickly said, "Goodbye Alfred,"
and ran toward a that Alfred decided must be hers. He
watched her covertly, as he walked out of the waiting area and
into the corridor.
He turned back for one last look at her, and she waved at him.
Did she wink, too? He couldn't quite tell. As he walked away,
he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to get her email
address or any other contact information. When he looked
around for her, she was gone. He felt in his jacket pocket and
found the friendship bracelet she had given him. That, and the
sweet memories, was all he had to remind him of the Angel that
had touched his body and his heart. He'd treasure both
forever.
--- THE END ---