Georgia Hosts a Unique Evening
This is a pretend account, not based on real life or actual characters.
It was nearly time for my afternoon nap when my alarm rang. It was 4:40PM. An exciting trip to Atlanta was awaiting me to operate an aircraft for my cargo company. I had to be at the airport by 5:30PM to meet my colleague, Tom, the Captain of our flight.
Tom and I had been working together for some time in Dallas, and this flight from Dallas to Atlanta was our latest assignment. We'd had a long week, and we discussed our plans for the night once we landed in Atlanta. "Dude, I need a couple drinks tonight," I said to Tom. "There's a great bar nearby the hotel," he suggested. "This evening's a Friday night, it should be pretty lively."
Although Tom was already married, he often egged me to talk to girls just to satisfy his curiosity. "So...think you'll talk to any women tonight?" he taunted. "We'll see, depends on who's there," I responded.
As Tom and I checked the plane, we discussed our upcoming drink-filled night in Atlanta. After successfully landing in Atlanta, Tom and I quickly packed our cargo plane away and rode to the hotel in a taxi. By 9:00PM, we were in the hotel lobby, ready to unwind.
I switched out my work polo for a casual one. We didn't have too much time before we could start the party. Our mission was finding a frugal yet interesting evening among Atlanta's nightlife.
"Alrighty, so any chance of you actually speaking to some ladies tonight?" Tom inquired. I'd been considering this possibility all evening, and now, I had an opportunity. "Let's see. It all depends on the company, I suppose."
We walked to a local pub, a cozy, pool-focused dive that served $3 domestic bottles all night. This was the kind of evening I enjoy!
Tom and I spent some time playing pool and drinking Miller Lites - me in a polo, and Tom in his Captain's uniform. The girls in the room were observing us. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the brunette and blonde sitting at the bar. The blonde's butt was perfectly framed by her dark blue cutoff shorts, causing a stir for me.
"You fancy that one?", Tom chuckled, noticing my gaze. "Yep, I'm gonna shoot my shot.", I said, trying not to reveal my intentions. Heady with a bit of courage, I approached them, both sitting at a table nearby the pool table.
After a few shots, Tom and I were feeling friendly and hungry for a competition. "Hey lasses, want in on a game of doubles?”, I asked whilst scanning the pool table for a cue. They were talking among themselves when I came up to them. “Well, I'm no expert, no chance of gambling,” responded one of the girls. I laughed and declared, "How’s this? If I lose, I'll buy you both another beer."
"Alright, let's do it!" agreed Paige, the blonde.
Tom followed my instructions, arranging chairs and rallying his opposition. I introduced myself to Paige and gave Tom a pair of pool cues. Although they were both American women, I reckoned neither was a master of cueing.
While Tom was flirting with the other girl, Paige and I battled it out. After she managed to sink three balls, it was my turn. We made small talk and determined I probably shouldn't win this game of pool. She challenged me, "So, what's encouraged you to wear a dressy outfit for a bar?"
This was my chance to flirt with her. I claimed, "I just rushed between leaving work and getting here."
With patience and positive cause, Paige asked, "How about that moustache you're rocking? Is it a fetish or a fashion statement?"
Although I hated the monotonous chore of keeping it trimmed, I have to admit, it did look alluring. "No offense, but how do you feel about staches?"
"Suspiciously neutral, I must add," she teased, eyeing the piles of billiard changes on the adjacent table. It was my turn, so with a wink and a nudge, "About this," I pointed at the arsenal, "I think I can handle this without much problem."
The competition intensified, as did the banter between Paige and I. She said, "Alright, your turn. And how do you find my approach to pool?"
She had indeed surpassed my expectations with her play, making me question the potential of her skills. "This must be your element. You're quite talented."
The night was turning out better than expected. Me and my friend, Anna, were winning against Tom and this guy, mostly because he only managed to hit the target once. Paige and Anna were clearly experienced players. I decided not to question how she met so many pilots at the bar.
We played again, and once more, Tom and this guy were buying drinks. After a while, Tom drew me aside, "Hey man, I'm headed back to the hotel. Sorry I can't get her friend out of the way," he said, tapping his wedding ring, "But do your best soldier." He saluted me and left.
Tom exited and I sat down with both Paige and Anna. We chatted about work, and I discovered she was a paramedic. She was definitely assertive, she seemed ideal for that profession. She was one of a kind. Her cheeks flushed pink and she beamed when I praised her job.
Anna and Paige went to the restroom, leaving me pondering how it was going. When she returned, she inquired, "How close to your hotel are we?"
"Just a five-minute walk."
"Let's go." She told Anna goodbye and Anna drove off. Paige and I walked to my hotel. It was barely 11 p.m. A lot of night remained.
We walked slowly, chatting the entire way. I described what it's like to fly a plane, and she shared her experiences of flying in an ambulance. I really liked being around her, and realized I was smiling every time she spoke.
As we entered my room, she inquired, "So, what type are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you more of a typical guy or more of a pervert?" she asked with a smirk.
I was not anticipating that question. I'd had some kinky experiences before, such as tying up a girl once, which we both enjoyed. But I hesitated to call myself a pervert in front of a girl I met only two hours ago. Yet, I replied, "I can be a bit perverted," I answered, smiling and relaxing on the bed.
"Oh really?" she said, leaning over the bed to kiss me. Her tongue entered my mouth within the first few seconds, and eventually her stance changed into climbing on the bed on top of me. We kissed for a full minute before stopping.
She'd never before witnessed anything like this. We continued kissing, but her intensity doubled. She lifted my shirt off, stopping me when I reached for the hem of her crop top. She gently pushed my shoulders back down and straddled over my stomach, and slowly, sensually removed her top, exposing no bra.
I was about to faint. Paige was so beautiful. She had the perfect sized and shaped breasts, with pierced nipples. This wasn't something I'd ever thought I'd be into, but dang. Her breasts sat perfectly over her toned stomach, and it was clear she was fit. She leaned down and kissed me again. I reached up and stroked her breasts. She halted me after a few seconds, grabbing both my hands and anchoring them above my head under her weight.
We locked lips for a bit more, with my hands pinned above me. Suddenly, she stopped, "Alright, time for some fun," she proclaimed, and she proceeded to my luggage, which was on a stand by the bed. "Can I grab something from here?"
"Go ahead."
She rooted through it and found two of my long sleeve shirts and a T-shirt. One of the long sleeves was cotton, the other was a material suitable for running, like the T-shirt.
"What are those for?" I inquired.
"I'm going to tie you up, you've been overly handsy," she responded.
My dick nearly broke through my pants when she said that. I was excited but also a little let down because I really wanted to touch her body, I still hadn't even taken her shorts off yet.
"Bring it on."
She rejoined me on the bed, rolled one of the shirts to create a rope, while I took advantage of my last chance to place my hands on her sides, running them over her smooth skin and staring at her pierced navel. She noticed, and chuckled.
"Alright, roll over," she instructed as she moved off of me.
I flipped over and she got on top of me, pinning my arms behind me and tying them up with the long sleeve shirt. At this point, it dawned on me that I was tied up by an incredibly sexy girl I had met less than two hours earlier at a bar. I had no clue what she was planning to do to me.
She asked, "How's that feel?"
"It's fine," I replied. "It feels good."
She rolled me onto my back, making me lie on my arms, which wasn't too comfortable but it was worth it. I was staring up at her as she examined me. Then, without a word, she leaned in for another kiss, her other hand working its way down my chest and across my stomach towards my waistband.
I matched her intensity in the kiss and her hand slid underneath my waistband, where it continued to roam until she broke the kiss, dragged my pants down and off, leaving my erection nearly bursting through my tight black Hollister briefs. "That's not fair," I protested as she stood up, spun around, and took off her shorts, revealing her slender black thong-clad ass.
"That's my mistake," she said at last.
I strained against my restraints as I yearned to touch her ass, and she knew it.
"Is this better?"
"Damn, it's hard."
"You're hard." Her response was matter-of-fact. Without further ado, she plopped back down onto the bed next to me and placed her hand on my underwear-trapped dick. She then stroked and squeezed my member from top to bottom, causing precum to seep through the cloth.
"This is really hot," she whispered as she leaned down to lick me through my underwear, gathering some of the precum.
My dick was already close to exploding as she finally pulled off my briefs. "If you want to come tonight, you need to earn it first," she proclaimed.
"How?" I asked, hoping she'd tell me to blow her.
"Make me come first." She left the bed again, gracefully removed her clothing—this time, abandoning her thong to the bed, exposing a very nice ass. I fought against my bonds, desperate to touch her.
"Is this better?"
I let out a heavy sigh. "Sweating bullets right now."
With her still wearing that slinky black top, she straddled me backward, a position I'd never encountered. She grasped my rock-hard cock in her hand and positioned herself in front of me before sitting my face down. I'd never had a woman sit on my face before, but I was absolutely loving it.
Her amazing ass was a wonderful distraction from her back as she brought her wet pussy to me, planting it directly on my lips. If she had known how much I'd wanted to grab her ass, she surely picked up on my desperation.
"Any better now?"
"Yes. Oh, that's fantastic." I remarked as my tongue began to explore her pussy, slipping between her lips and digging into her with each lick. She looked over her shoulder, seemingly content with how she was dominating me.
Swiftly, she took off my underwear. "You need to work for your orgasm," she said.
"How?""Make me cum first."
She stood up, and with a teasing sway of her ass, removed her top.
I had never had someone ride my tongue like their own dick before, and though I couldn't see anything, I figured it was probably heaven. As she moved her ass above me and lowered her wet pussy towards my lips, I searched for some way to help her cum.
Finally, she was done and fell to the side, murmuring a sigh of satisfaction. "You're quite the specimen."
She kissed me for a while, then moved her tongue along my neck, chest, and stomach, eventually landing at my dick, where she took it and began to suck and lick. I was close to cumming and began to moan quickly. Just before I did, she removed my manhood from her mouth and looked back at me.
"Here, let me help you with that."
She kissed me again, then sucked her way down my body before finally encircling my cock with her mouth and started to suck and blow me. I didn't expect to last long, and I began to moan loudly.
"That's it," she encouraged.
She hunched over my groin and cupped my balls with her left hand while her right one continued to work over my dick. I let out a wild moan and she pulled my dick out of her mouth, with one hand still stroking and the other helping me out.
"Fuck me, I'm about to blow."
"Just let me see." She pulled our hands free of my dick's grip, and I saw my dick unfurl and swell a second before its fluids began to fill her hand. She avoided making eye contact as she continued to stroke me. Just then, her eyes widened and she moaned, shouting, "Fuck, I'm cumming."
She settled back into her position on the bed next to me, panting. "Quite the amateur." She mused before leaning in and kissing me again. My dick, due to being unrestrained, hit her in the face. She laughed, barely managing to avoid my erupting member, and then adjusted herself on the bed.
"Sorry about that."
"That's quite the whole ordeal you have me in," she noted with a smile.
"Thank you for the effort."
She traced her fingers lightly over the skin near my waistband, and I felt a shiver run along my spine. "No problem at all."
Having fun, she said "That's too noisy, your neighbors are asleep." She grinned, taking her damp panties from the bed and instructing me to open wide. I complied, and she inserted the panties into my mouth. They tasted much like her, but also a bit of fabric. She reached for one of the shirts from her suitcase and tied it around my face, securing the thong-gag in place.
She gazed into my eyes as she returned to her spot between my legs, resuming the oral sex she was previously enjoying. In moments, I found myself on the brink of my own orgasm. I roared loudly, but the sound was muffled by the panties in my mouth. I savored the taste of her while she held on to my dick's head with her mouth.
It didn't take long before I felt the climax washing over me, and cum began to flow through me. She perceived it and increased her pace, making sure the tip of my dick stayed in her mouth.
I reached the peak, and my cum erupted from my dick and filled her mouth. She jogged faster, not loosening her grip on me. As my dick became too tender, I writhed with discomfort.
"Holy moly, that was insanely hot. You have fantastic skills," Paige remarked as she untied the gag around my face. She flipped me onto my stomach and deregated my restraints.
"You're incredibly ravishing," I told her as I embraced her. "That was something new, and it was truly remarkable," I praised her.
"I'm glad you liked it, hunky pilot."
Closing my eyes, we embraced for what felt like hours. We shifted between consciousness and sleep until around 5am, when she awoke and slipped free from my grip. She communicated, "I'm leaving to sleep at my house before going to work. My phone number is on the nightstand."
Slowly waking, I mumbled something that likely made no sense. She gave me a kiss and departed the room.
When I opened my eyes at around 10am, there was a note on the nightstand with her name and number, along with a heart on the note. I stored her number in my phone and packed the thong she'd used for the gag into my suitcase before dressing for my flight to Dallas.
"Wow," I whispered to myself as I walked out. I thought of how much I wish I could've said goodbye. I do know, though, that I'll be making more appearances on the route to Atlanta going forward... What a night.
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