When we left off, Steve Johnson was on his way to an important meeting with the managing director of Liquid Velvet, the world’s finest producer of high quality lingerie, flying aboard the company’s private jet with a team of air hostesses who were there to cater for his every need. Steve got more than he ever bargained for when he realised that it would not just be his needs that were met, but his desires and fantasies too! Read Part 1 here to refresh your memory.
Here’s part 2, coming into land…
MILE HIGH NYLONS – PART 2
Helena’s tongue slid against the underside of the head of his cock without need for an invitation. Surrendering to the situation completely he welcomed her advances; for a second he threw his head back as she sank his length into the moist warmth of her mouth, but he did not want to miss a sumptuous visual second of this, locking his eyes on to the scene before him; in his more fantastical imaginings he had fantasised about this kind of situation, of being attended to by more than one woman, but those thoughts were usually reserved for fiction and pornography. Not today.
He caressed the raised thighs of Helena’s colleagues for as long as they would allow, but they had other plans, lowering to their knees beside the blonde and assisting her expert ministrations, leaning in to flick each side of his shaft with deft tongues. Helena angled his glistening cock to each side one by one, allowing Veronica and Juliette to take him fully into their mouths, heads bobbing on slender necks, making satisfying moans as they tasted his flesh and the early signs of his joy, seeping from his bulbous head.
Helena, ever the woman in charge, ordered the girls to continue and stood, turning her back to Steve, legs apart, her incredible calves and thighs like solid steel.
“Unzip me,” she told him, and he didn’t hesitate, slowly pulling open the pink uniform from the nape of her neck all the way to the base of her spine, exposing pristine white skin and the clasp of an expensive and intricately designed Liquid Velvet bra. With an imperceptible shrug, Helena cast off the uniform; it formed a silky puddle around her black heels, leaving her open to the elements in naught but her shoes, seamed holdups, black lace panties and bra, those black velvet gloves, and the dainty hat of their uniform.
Helena turned, revealing the maximised cleavage of her small but perfectly round breasts, and she pivoted with feminine fluidity to bring them to his face; she clutched his hair firmly, inviting deeper nuzzling, smiling at the feel of his warm breath on her flesh. A strange sensation filled him; that of falling, of drifting gradually through space, but the plane had lost no altitude, encountered no turbulence. When finally she drew away, he realised he had been negotiated into an almost horizontal position, Helena’s fingers discreetly working the seat-tilt controls while playfully smothering him.
The two angels giving his saliva-slickened cock such devotion left it untended a moment as they unzipped each other, slipping out of their shiny uniforms until they were in an identical state of dress to their boss. He lay there feeling like a king in an ancient land surveying his harem, but he knew deep down that they were the ones with true power in this situation, allowing him to believe he was in charge, but he was their willing slave.
“Lie back and enjoy the ride, Mr Johnson,” Helena insisted, and with a graceful, feline motion she swept a leg up and over the head rest to bring him face to face with the finely-woven gusset of her black panties, darkened with tantalising moisture. Without invitation she lowered it to his face and he inhaled her sweet musk as the wetness met his pursed lips. He felt her palms grip the headrest at either side of his head, giving her leverage to grind herself against him. Desperate to get deeper he hooked a finger around the sodden material and pulled it aside, giving himself free excess to the delicacies of her nethers, lips warm and wet as he tended to them with his tongue, drawing satisfied moans from Helena’s throat. She was delicious, succulent, perfumed and pristine and every lap brought great stiffness to his aching tool. Veronica and Juliette would not let it go to waste and sucked ravenously, spitting and massaging and priming him for entry.
Steve’s vision was obscured by the white cliff of Veronica’s stomach, leading up to the beautifully rising mounds of her beasts and an angelic face gazing down upon him, lip bitten in swelling ecstasy. So it was that he had no idea who straddled him and slid his member into her. He felt a pair of gloved hands stabilising his dick and guiding it through the shallow moist pool as the other sky maiden sank her flimsy weight onto him and began working a slow and firm rhythm. It was a blissful mystery but felt wonderful.
Helena swept her leg away and revealed it was Juliette riding him, her auburn plat hanging across her and nestled between bra-wrapped breasts. She slid her hands beneath his unbuttoned shirt and gripped his muscular shoulders, nails tangible beneath her gloves, burrowing into flesh, seeking purchase. She leaned into kiss him, moaning with giddy delight as she tasted the essence of Helena left upon his lips and tongue. It was almost too much and he had to throw himself out of the moment to maintain his composure lest he empty himself within the redhead’s tight grove.
Helena and Veronica didn’t help matters. They came either side of his chair and raised a leg, planting shiny high heels into the arm rest, bracketing the auburn minx as she ground herself against him. She released his shoulders and hooked her arms around their calves, leveraging her weight, using them as support. He watched his rod plunging into her, coated with her glistening fluid.
His hands went out to steel himself and found only the nylon of Helena and Veronica’s thighs. The gossamer material stretched like webbing under his clutching grasp, melding thin denier material and hot flesh.
Stay focussed on something else… he told himself, but it was an impossibility.
Salvation came just in time, as did Juliette. Her breathing deepened and she whimpered. Her chest had speckled with red and her beautiful face contorted in a display of joy. She shuddered an elegant climax and slid from Steve a second before he crashed over the point of no return. As cold, soothing air assaulted his slick and swollen cock, Juliette’s friends held her aloft, her thighs visibly quivering with the glowing effects of her orgasm.
“I think Mr Johnson needs a time out,” Veronica noted, running a gloved finger through the beaded sweat on his forehead then pushing the moist pad to her tongue.
“A momentary lapse, ladies. I don’t want to pass the blame, but you’re all rather arousing.”
Floating on her post-climactic cloud, Juliette sprawled onto a couch and began to pleasure herself, splaying her lips once more. Steve wanted to taste the pussy he had just fucked, but he didn’t act quickly enough, for Helena’s blonde head sank between her parted thighs and her tongue tended to those fleshy folds. Juliette whimpered and giggled in delight.
Veronica sat astride Steve’s knee, arm around his neck, as casual as if she was a girlfriend watching a movie with him, but the movie was very much real and as wonderfully pornographic as anything he’d ever seen. Helena’s haunches were raised, her ass a perfect peach, and with amazing balance she reached back and slid her underwear over the crest of those cheeks and down her thighs. It was an invitation.
Veronica took it, but not as Steve expected her to. She extended a slender leg and ran her toes up the seam of Helena’s holdups, along the ornate band then between her thighs. The nylon around her big toe brushed through the furrow of Helena’s exposed haven. The blonde moaned against Juliette’s quim and the redhead arched her back in ecstasy.
With the flexibility of a gymnast, Veronica recalled her leg and pivoted it to bring her flexing toes before Steve’s face. The transparent nylon had darkened with Helena’s essence and he smelled that familiar musk. He couldn’t resist it, clutching Veronica’s ankle and running his tongue across the nylon foot, all the way to the big toe which he sucked at, soaking up the juices from the blonde. Veronica wanted some too and leaned in, licking her own toe, their tongues fighting over the remnants of Helena’s pussy moisture. Steve gasped as Veronica’s hand closed around his dick and began to stroke with fervent urgency.
There was no hesitation in him now; he lifted her with ease, brought her spine against his chest and drove his cock into her like a guided missile. She cried out as he sank into her, forcing down on her hips, filling her tight. A hand came up to her throat, holding her steady, twisting her face so he could stare into her deep brown eyes. He let her take control and she roiled against him.
“Oh, Mr Johnson, you’re incredible,” she breathed and he kissed her cherry-red lips hungrily.
“I’m only as good as the people I work with,” he said, and took a handful of her hair, pivoting her forward until she was cheek-to-cheek with Helena’s exquisite buttocks. The brunette wasted no time, taking Helena’s hips firmly and kissing her rump while Steve thrust within her. Over the crest of her bobbing head he watched Helena dine upon Juliette. The redhead mewled and turned her heels to the roof of her cabin, hypnotising him with the swaying holdup seams set against milky white skin.
“Mmm, tongue my ass,” he heard Helena say, and he realised Veronica was devouring her most intimate of holes in preparation. “Get it ready for Mr Johnson…”
It quickened him and with no mercy or tenderness he pounded up into Veronica as deep as she could take him, and the new found urgency brought a wail of delight from her. Her cunt tightened its grip on him and he steeled himself against it, willing his body to endure, every nerve in him on edge; as wonderful as this was he wanted to take the blonde over that couch, to penetrate her ass.
Veronica came for him and he lifted her up, sturdy rod slipping from her, more rigid now then ever. He laid her on the couch at Juliette’s feet and took up a position behind Helena, whose hands were splaying her buttocks, bidding him entry to her glistening puckered hole. He stripped off his shirt completely. He couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of her and fed the swollen tip of his cock into the collar of her anus; it flexed but maintained a deliciously tight seal around him as he eased it in with mouth-watering resistance. Helena moaned, discomfort and pleasure soon transformed into only the latter. Juliette sat up and flanked her with Veronica and they stroked her hair soothingly, whispering encouragement.
“Oh, there’s a good girl,” Juliette said.
“He’s so big,” Veronica said. “Doesn’t he feel wonderful?”
Helena was breathless, panting, chin slick with moisture from Juliette’s snatch. “Amazing…”
Steve glided between those cheeks and forgot the world, forgot tomorrow’s meeting, forgot that he was on his knees up in the clouds with the servitude of the three sexiest women he’d ever seen. He was merely here, now, in this instant, body primed, fantasies fulfilled, a slave to pleasure.
He withdrew and the two girls whom had already come for him rolled Helena over and held her on the couch by draping their legs across her stomach. Her own legs flexed around him, drawing him in, toes pointing together to form a ring around his body. He slid into her ass once more, a perfect snug fit, watching four nylon-slick legs brushing one another and the perfect skin of Helena’s flat belly. A leg would lift, come to his face and he licked the gossamer strands of the black fibre, smelled their perfume and sweat and sweet essence. Toes under whisper-like threads traced across his chest on their return journey. All the while Helena watched him, eyes wide with lust and elation as he respectfully invaded her. She freed her breasts from the cups of her bra, tweaking her nipples with surprising force. He rolled a thumb across the swollen bud of her clitoris, drawing her inexorably near. He was a gentleman, after all, and refused to leave her unsatisfied.
Her climax came, starting as a deep, ululating cry in the pit of her throat and finally thundering through the cabin as every muscle in her lithe form clenched and convulsed. Her skin shimmered with sweat and her gloved hands closed around the calves of her colleagues, holding on as her consciousness dismantled and reformed before their eyes.
Seeing her pleasure spill out with such vociferous strength was Steve’s final trigger. He could wait no longer but could not pass up the opportunity, sliding free of her squeezing canal and venting across the chaotic array of legs and gloved palms before him. Arcs of creamy fluid spattered their waiting shins and toes, soaking in trails across the denier fabric, stretched into ever expanding paths by velvet-snug fingers. The girls brought droplets of his come to their lips and sucked it deep, all the while rubbing their legs together, melding flesh, textiles and his warm gift together.
Steve collapsed, more satisfied than he had ever been before, across that hot miasma of limbs and nylon. Helena kissed his forehead while Veronica and Juliette gently caressed his back and arms. Together they breathed, starved of oxygen at high altitudes, light headed and giddy. He had no clever words for them.
They had taken him apart amongst the clouds like angels, spiriting him off into a new future in their company with a heavenly host, rich with such potential, and he couldn’t wait to embrace it.