My name is Harry Anderson. I am 30 years old and I still live with my mother. Both mom and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that although it has made it difficult for me to meet female friends. They seem completely turned off when I tell them that fact. I guess I could lie and make up a story but I was raised very strictly, and seldom, if ever, tell an outright lie.
If I was to describe myself, I would start by saying I am pretty much a computer nerd. I am into designing web pages for people and companies as a business and most of my free time is spent in playing interactive games. I guess the title of “gamer” is not unwarranted.
I am very tall at 6 feet 4 inches and I have a long lean look that makes me seem like I am always searching for food. I started a beard recently, but it more because I just got too lazy to shave rather than some style statement.
My feet are rather large and I guess I am a little clumsy except when I am running or playing basketball. A lot of my friends tease me about the size of my cock matching my feet and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. In all honesty, my penis is just average sized, despite my large feet, but I can’t just come out and announce that in mixed company.
Late last summer, my small web-designing company received a grant from a New York based endowment fund that sponsored establishing some new web pages for Israeli social sites and small businesses. I was very enthusiastic about the whole project until I found out it was necessary for me to travel to Israel to finalize some of the site details. I was scheduled to leave this very weekend and my girlfriend of very short duration was not pleased about the prospect of my absence for the next several weeks.
“Harry, you could have told them to get someone else! You are supposed to take me to the Gallery opening next week and we have to get up to Boston and meet my daddy and his new wife for dinner.”
Ellen was so cute when she pouted like that.
I just cut off her diatribe with my lips and used my tongue to push her attention away from the trip. Before very long, Ellen was in her familiar submissive position with her knees open and her hands palms up. This was her signal to me that she waiting for me to mount her and make her take my cock inside her already primed pussy. I hopped on board and we were off to the races. I so loved the sound of my meaty ball sacs slapping into her debutante ass cheeks. The expression on her face said, “I am so terribly bored” but the fluttering pussy lips clutching my shaft told me her insides were churning with passion.
I ventured a finger into her pretty brown eye but she gave me such a withering look, I quickly withdrew it and pretended it was an accident.
Exactly one minute and forty-two seconds later, my seeds spilled messily all over her flat tummy and she handed me tissues to clean up the “mess” I had made. I had never witnessed Ellen in the clutches of an actual orgasm so I figured she probably didn’t consider them proper for a lady of her level and breeding.
I gazed longingly at her pretty ass as she bent over to replace her clothing but her message was sharp and clear that her heart-shaped bottom was definitely “off-limits”.
When we parted that evening, the suspicion did not occur that we would never see each other again and that it would be a very long time before I took up residence with my saintly mother in her luxury town house.
The flight from JFK airport was delayed, but admittedly, almost all of the outgoing flights were delayed and a lot of the incoming flights were cancelled outright. The fast-moving winter frontal storm threatened to cancel the outgoing flights as well.
When they called my flight, I breathed a sigh of relief. I really wanted to get the project started and ultimately finished without further delay.
The flight to Frankfurt was the first leg of my trip to Israel and my ultimate destination was Tel-Aviv, a city which I had never visited before. Frankfurt I was more familiar with as I had made many stops there. Some of them only a few hours for a layover, but other times I had spent several days in the city and the surrounding area with much pleasure. I quite liked the industriousness of the people and the general sense of purpose as if they knew a secret the rest of us did not know as yet. Of course, it was far too cold at this time of year, but still the smell of the coffee and aroma of freshly baked rolls filled me with nostalgia for earlier times.
A stewardess from the Lufthansa flight wandered into the little airport café and I waved her over to my two chair table as if we were old friends. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember her name and was saved by the fact it was prominently displayed on her flight uniform right over her protruding bosom.
“Heidi Marie” I mean, really, is there any girl called Heidi Marie any longer? She had good English and we exchanged some casual pleasantries until she surprised me by asking,
“Would you like to go into the rest room and fuck me standing up?”
I studied that question for a quick moment but there was absolutely no room for misunderstanding in the very bluntness of the simple question.
Very quickly, I nodded my head in assent and we both picked up our small bags and moved swiftly to the clearly marked rest room. The area was spotless as it always was in the German transit area bathrooms.
Heidi Marie put the proper coin in the slot and we had the stall for the next 15 minutes.
She reached back and clicked the lock in place and put one of her beautiful legs up on the commode as she pulled up her short uniform skirt. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even bother to lower her lace fringed panties. I just pushed them to one side and shoved my rock-hard cock into her pussy from behind.
Heidi Marie stifled a gasp and started to play with her own boob. Her pussy was soaking wet so I had no doubt she was in need of a good fucking after the long tiring flight. I guess the pilot and co-pilot were so busy that they had no time to attend to the female crew member’s needs.
I heard a stall door slam near-by but it only heightened our sense of danger and we both frantically coupled like long-separated partners in familiar territory. The squishing sound of Heidi Marie’s wet pussy drove me into a frenzy and I pulled her head back with my fingers buried inside her pretty mouth. The beautiful girl moaned now in complete submission to her own approaching orgasm. I felt her start to go into a familiar shudder and I could not delay my ejaculation any longer. I flooded her pulsating pussy with my creamy cum and held her up so she would not fall to the bathroom floor.
Only then, did she turn around and really look at me. She lifted her head up and offered her lips to me. I promptly ravaged them with my greedy tongue and our saliva swirled around in our mouths. I sucked her juices from her mouth and swallowed her down inside my belly. It was only fair since she had already taken all of my precious bodily fluids into her pretty pussy.
When I tentatively explored her little brown eye, Heidi Marie groaned and went into another instant orgasm that made me feel suddenly very protective of her. It was not often that a female has such a glorious reaction to anal delights. I wondered if she was already married or had a serious boyfriend who tended to her everyday needs. My desire to know was outweighed by the fact it would be entirely inappropriate to ask such a question. After all, I was merely a customer and a probable “The strange man in the bathroom stall in the Frankfurt-am-Main airport” memory that would fade quickly from the thoughts of such a gorgeous creature. I reluctantly restored her festive knickers to cover her suntanned ass. My erotic thoughts wandered to a picture of her running on the beach sans clothing like Eve in the Garden of Eden.
We snuck out of the restroom and had a quick cognac at the adjoining counter before she had to board her flight for Prague. She told me that she was based in London and gave me her phone number and address in London. Apparently, neither husband nor boyfriend was yet in the picture. Suddenly, I had visions of the two of us having endless sessions of oral, anal, and vaginal sex in a quiet apartment with a dog and a fireplace. It was not a bad daydream to hold possessively in my mind. Her smile alone was enough to inspire me to creative thoughts of new concepts in web-design.
My continuation flight to Tel Aviv was on the official Israeli airline and the stewardesses all looked like they were karate experts and carried hidden weapons. The food was excellent and I enjoyed the little bottle of sweet wine given as a complementary perk. I was not able to use my little computer because it was not allowed in mid-flight. Since the stewardesses were sporting looks that said, “you better not bother me with any foolishness”, I just dozed off to sleep and did not awaken until we arrived at
Tel Aviv airport.
My first hint of trouble was when two uniformed guys hovered over me when I went through the “customs clearance” section. The two females at the table were in good command of English but I noticed a complete absence of even the slightest smile or gesture of welcome. One of them beckoned me with her finger to follow her and I did so obediently unable to keep my eyes off of her unfettered ass cheeks fighting to get out of her too-tight skirt.
She caught me ogling her ass and gave me one of those “Ellen” looks that promised severe retribution for my indecency.
My bags were brought into the room and my three computers were displayed as if I was trying to smuggle them into the country for something illegal.
The other older female came in and it was obvious that she was in charge.
“Mr. Anderson? Why do you need three computers? What is the purpose of your visit? All you wrote on the declaration was, "For Business".”
I tried to explain that I was here to set up some web sites for social media and small business. The looks I got in return were very suspicious and I realized it was apparently a no-no to have too many computers.
The older woman was looking at my passport and she asked me why I had made a trip to Cairo two summers ago. I told her that I was interested in pyramids and it was strictly for pleasure. The looks the two females exchanged confirmed they were certain that I was lying to them and that I was also a very bad liar.
“Mr. Anderson, you must now remove all clothes. Put them in this box and do not try to take anything from the pockets.”
My jaw dropped about six inches but they were both stone-cold serious and I could see the two armed men standing right outside the frosted door. I slowly removed all of my clothes. My only sense of humiliation was that they would discover my feet were not a good indicator of the size of my average sized cock. Unfortunately, the younger one choose that moment bend over and retrieve my jockey shorts from the floor and her lack of underwear hit my dormant cock like a bowlful of virgin pussy. It shot up like a runner getting ready for a sprint.
The younger girl giggled and the older female gave me a stern look of disapproval. I tried to hide my arousal but not with much success.
With a self-satisfied smirk, the older female told me, “Turn around, Mr. Anderson and bend over. Agent Davi must search your cavity for any hidden items.”
I saw the younger girl putting on rubber gloves with a naughty smile on her face. I thought my cock would subside with just the thought of having a strange female insert her fingers into my most private of places. Just the opposite happened and my cock was bouncing all over the place looking for a convenient hole to fill.
First the young agent pushed some lubricant up my tight little brown eye and then she pushed her glove enclosed finger deep inside to tickle my prostate. I was ready to protest but she also grabbed hold of my cock to give herself some leverage and her hot fingers wrapped around my shaft caused me to explode violently. I watched in horror as a long line of creamy cum shot out in a trajectory that brought it to final rest right on the older female’s uniformed boobs. The white goo sat there in guilty witness of my depraved foreign behavior.
The younger girl used her hanky and rubbed her bosses tits clean of my sticky mess and they closed up my gear and told me to proceed to the passport stamping station for final clearance. After I dressed and beat a quick exit, I could hear their shameful laughter inside the small office.
I wondered if my return flight would bring me past the customs duo for a repeat performance.
Perhaps this visit in Tel Aviv would not be so boring after all. Strangely, an image of the Eiffel Tower kept flashing across my retinas reminding me of the beautiful Heidi Marie.
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