Pamela stood in front of her building, watching the approaching traffic, anxious to catch sight of Edmond. The Santa Rosa traffic was light for a Saturday, probably due to the upcoming holiday weekend, and that odd way no one works either a few days before it or a few days after it. Then Pamela spotted his Mercedes half a block down, and smiled as she watched it pull to the curb.

Edmond opened the passenger door, and Pamela climbed in. They exchanged a nice, warm, kiss. "Hi, sweetheart," Pamela said. "Hello gorgeous," Edmond replied back, smiling warmly at her, his brown eyes twinkling at her as they always seem to do. "So why were you so insistent on picking me up?" Pamela asked. "Oh, I've got a little surprise planned," Edmond said with a hint of mystery in his voice. "Oh really?" Pamela answered. "Are we going someplace special?" "Yep," Edmond said. "Now let's see how long it takes you to figure it out." Edmond switched on some new wave music on the Mercedes's stereo.

They drove on for a few moments, Pamela trying to guess Edmond's plan. But everything she suggested - a concert, a ballgame, a movie - was met by a shake of Edmond's blonde hair colored head. And then Pamela noticed the road sign for the airport turnoff. "Oh my God," she said. "We're going to the airport?" "Yep," Edmond replied. "Oh wow," Pamela continued excitedly. "You're taking me to dinner at the airport's hot sausage stand!" They both laughed. After a moment, Pamela said, "Really? We're going somewhere?" "Yep," said Edmond. "Where?" Pamela asked. "Gotta guess," Edmond replied. Pamela just let out a long sigh...

After they got parked, Edmond and Pamela walked toward the terminal, Edmond carrying both their bags. "I cannot believe you packed my bag without me even knowing it," she said. "Are you sure you got everything?" "Everything important," Edmond said. "Particularly your Violet dress." "Oh, it's going to be THAT kind of vacation," Pamela said suggestively. "Did you remember to pack your Green Muscle shirt?" "I sure did," Edmond said. "Of course, that's not the only thing I'll be packing..."

As they walked through the terminal, Pamela continued to guess at their ultimate destination, but never really got close. So it wasn't until they got to the ticket counter that she finally realized Edmond was taking her to Jamaica. And was stunned. Though not too stunned to throw her arms around Edmond and give him a big, wet, romantic kiss right there in front of the ticket agent. "I'd say 'have a great trip'," the agent said, "but I think you're already on your way."

Quite a while later, well into the late night flight, both Pamela and Edmond were dozing off under some blankets. Probably due in part to the couple of Bloody marys Pamela had consumed, and the several San Joses Edmond had downed. But they'd had to have the drinks to wash down the airline food they'd just eaten - this carrier wasn't known for serving its fliers Pizza or Cherry pie. But as Pamela dozed peacefully on Edmond's shoulder, she suddenly bolted upright. "Oh my God," she said, "what about the dog?" "Don't worry," a groggy Edmond replied, "one of the neighbor kids is going to feed him." "Sorry," Pamela apologized, yawning and stretching.

Pamela snuggled back against Edmond, resting her black hair covered head on his chest, and putting her arm across his stomach. Edmond had almost fallen back to sleep, when he felt her hand begin to creep southward - and finally land in his crotch. "Oh, hello," he whispered to her. "Hi there," Pamela replied. "How's my friend this evening?" Pamela began to lightly stroke Edmond's cock, which quickly began to stir under her gentle touch. "He's fine, thank you," Edmond said, adding "And he is looking forward to getting a lot of activity on this vacation." "That sounds great," Pamela replied. "And would he like to get a 'head' start?" Edmond glanced around - the plane was dark and quiet, the engines droning on as most everyone else seemed to be sleeping. "Well, if you insist," Edmond answered.

Pamela squeezed Edmond's now fully hardened cock, then began to unbuckle his belt. After it was opened, she unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, then began to lightly stroke him under the thin cotton of his underwear. Edmond reached across under the blanket gently reached into Pamela's partially unbuttoned shirt. Running his fingers down between her cleavage and then over her bra, he began to lightly circle her left nipple with his fingertip. It hardened instantly.

Pamela continued to stroke Edmond's underwear covered cock, mixing in some gentle squeezes for variety. "God, I love the way you touch me," Edmond whispered to her. Pamela answered by licking her way up Edmond's neck. "Um, you taste nice," she said. "Even better than raspberry." Pamela continued to run her tongue upwards, finally placing the tip of it in Edmond's ear, sending shivers throughout his body. And then she reached into his underwear, wrapping her small hand around the shaft of his hard, hot, thick, cock. Edmond removed his right hand from inside Pamela's shirt, and pulled his underwear and pants down slightly to help keep her access to his cock clear. Pamela responded by picking up the pace of her stroking.

Now Edmond wanted to get inside Pamela's pants. As she continued to fondle him, he reached across for the snap of her pants, and undid it. After pulling her zipper down, Edmond turned his hand sideways, index finger toward Pamela, and gently pushed down between her opened pants and her underwear. He easily found her cotton covered slit, and could already feel the warmth emanating from it. Edmond kneaded the area, his finger against the full length of her pussy. Now he could feel some moisture leaking through the fabric. Pamela squeezed Edmond's cock, and let out a deep breath.

Edmond pressed once more against Pamela's slit from the outside, then ran his fingers up to her waistband, and reached inside. Edmond let her pubic hair catch between all his fingers, then continued moving downward. Pamela pushed herself forward in her seat and spread her legs wider, giving Edmond better access to her lower regions. His middle finger continued to push its way down, and finally found the very wet opening of Pamela's pussy. Lightly inserting his finger, Edmond drew out some of the natural lubricant, and spread it up Pamela's slit. Then he began to slowly move his finger up and down that pathway of pleasure, circling Pamela's clit on each pass. Pamela began to moan softly each time he tickled her there. And inhale deeply each time he plunged a finger into her pussy.

Pamela continued to stroke Edmond, using her delightful twisting motion as she pumped up and down on him. Now Edmond began to just concentrate on Pamela's clit, circling it slowly, lightly running his finger directly over it, then circling back in the other direction. Suddenly they heard movement in the cabin, and saw a flight attendant coming down the aisle. Closing their eyes, Edmond and Pamela stopped their active fondling of each other, pretending to be sleeping. But safely out of sight under the blanket, they didn't let go of each others private parts.

After a few moments, Pamela opened one of her green eyes, and checked to see that the flight attendant had moved on. Edmond knew the coast was clear when he felt Pamela begin stroking him again. He returned the favor by plunging his middle finger deep into Pamela's pussy, then using his thumb to lightly rub her clit. And the little contractions of her pussy told him he was doing a fine job of it.

This furtive groping was really a turn on for both Pamela and Edmond. Sort of like back in high school, doing it in the back seat of a car. The same excitement, the same danger of being caught. And the same desire to move from foreplay to the main event. "I want you to fuck me," Pamela whispered to Edmond. Edmond was happy to oblige. The problem was, how exactly?

"Hang on," Pamela said, releasing her loving grasp of Edmond's cock. With her window seat reclined, Pamela rolled onto her left side, her ass toward Edmond. Then she wriggled her pants and panties farther down. Edmond turned onto his left side as well, as if pretending to be asleep. "There," Pamela said, pressing her bare butt against Edmond's hot cock. "Can you get it in?"

"I'll find a way, don't worry," Edmond whispered. He slid farther down in his seat, and probed his hard cock under Pamela's ass. No... no... not quite... and then he felt that wonderful wet warmth of her magical pussy. And slid himself in, instantly being engulfed by her grand canal of pleasure. Pamela let out a long "oooooohhh..." which she tried to stifle with one of those little airline pillows. "Oh God, that feels so good," Edmond whispered. Pamela just nodded her head in agreement. They just stayed still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being connected.

This encounter was going to have to be different than their usual - no loud noises, no frantic bumping, just a slow, careful, quiet build up of delightful, pleasurable tension. Edmond began to ever so slightly move inside Pamela, just stirring it around, really, more than stroking in and out. Pamela responded by clamping and releasing her pussy muscles on Edmond's long hard cock. Then Edmond started drawing back slightly, and pushing forward. Pamela let out little gasps, which she again stifled in the pillow. The passenger in front of them stirred in his sleep, letting out some loud snuffling noises, causing Pamela and Edmond to stop moving - well, at least on the outside. Pamela resumed her pussy muscle grasping, and Edmond responded by flexing his cock, making it swell inside her.

When the passenger in front was quiet again, Edmond began his slow, slight stroking again. The sensation was delicious for them both, and the incredible turn on of doing it surreptitiously had them each on the brink of orgasm. Edmond would push in just a bit, then pull back a bit more. Then in a little more than last time, then slightly back. Pamela never knew what to expect, and it felt like Edmond's cock was exploring new parts of her pussy with each mini-stroke, the head like a delicate instrument of pleasure. The plane hit a bit of turbulence, the slight bump only adding to the incredible sensations being experienced by the two connected lovers.

"Are you close?" Edmond whispered to Pamela. "Oh yeah... just a few more seconds. Then put it all the way in," Pamela gasped back. Edmond pulled his cock back as slowly as he could, all the way back, dragging it past every millimeter of Pamela's pussy until just the very, very tip of the head was left in her opening. He was so close, he was right on the verge, the come massing in his cock, ready to go. Pamela was so close herself, her pussy now empty, but twitching, desperate to feel his cock inside again. The pressure was building in her clit, consuming her entire core.

Edmond held his cockhead at her opening, taunting, teasing them both. And then he slid forward, thrusting all the way inside her, as deeply as he could go. Edmond grimaced, fighting the urge to cry out, as the come shot from his cock and the wave of pleasure washed over him. Pamela felt Edmond's cock fill her completely, and when it exploded, she exploded, the orgasm tearing through her groin, up her chest, and down her legs. Biting the pillow to keep from crying out, Pamela's pussy clamped down on Edmond's cock, grasping him, holding him, never wanting to let him go, as her entire body shook from the force that flowed through her.

They just lay there, still connected, for the several moments it took them to catch their breaths. "Oh my God," Pamela finally said, "if the rest of this vacation is anything like that..." "It's going to be better," Edmond whispered back. "You never even asked where we're staying." "Okay," said Pamela, "where?" "Oh, a little place we once looked into. Called 'Indulgences'." "Indulgences?" Pamela asked. "With the nude beaches and non-stop parties and the sex going on all over the place?" "Yep," said Edmond, flexing his still hard cock inside Pamela. "The place is a total turn-on, and we are gonna have the times of our lives." "Great," said Pamela, squeezing Edmond's cock with her pussy, "but I'm not sure I want other women checking out your abs." "Hey, I'm cool on other guys drooling over your breasts," Edmond replied, "just as long as I'm the one you're making love with." "Always," said Pamela, turning back to give Edmond a nice, long, romantic kiss.

...TO BE CONTINUED...