Seduce Me by Miranda Forbes Page A

caressing then gripping. Without realising, I’d opened my legs and his hips were between them and I could feel his hardness and I wanted him but I knew I shouldn’t and I had to push him away.
    â€˜What’s the matter, babe?
    â€˜We shouldn’t, I want to but we shouldn’t.’
    â€˜I’m sorry babe, I just got carried away, you’re so gorgeous. Here,’ he said, leaning back and spreading his legs, ‘look what you’re doing to me.’ He nodded down to his crotch. I could see a large bulge in his trousers.
    â€˜Is it uncomfortable?’
    He undid his trousers and released his cock. It stood proud and rigid in front of me.
    â€˜Not any more it’s not,’ he said, smiling, a glint in his eye. I’d never seen a cock before. I was surprised by its size, it looked regal.
    â€˜Do you like it babe?’ I was fascinated. ‘Why don’t you touch it? it won’t bite.’ He laughed. I reached out and touched the tip. It twitched. I withdrew my hand, giggling.
    â€˜Do you know what a joystick is, Janey?’
    I shook my head.
    â€˜When we fly planes we use a joystick to direct the plane. You move it around to control the direction of the plane. Now, if you learn to manage a man’s joystick you can take him anywhere you want. Would you like me to teach you?’
    He was still smiling that wicked smile and I laughed and nodded.
    â€˜OK, babe. First of all take a firm grip. Go on.’
    I curled my fingers around his cock and was surprised by its warmth.
    â€˜That’s it, babe, just a little higher.’
    I adjusted my grip and felt the ridge of his glans under my curled forefinger. ‘That’s it, babe, perfect, now I’m ready to fly.’
    I could feel his cock pulsing in my grip.
    â€˜Now, babe, with a plane’s joystick you move it from side to side and back and forth, but with a man’s joystick you move it up and down. Just give it a try.’
    I moved my hand clumsily up and down his cock.
    â€˜Oh, babe, that’s wonderful …now, a little bit faster.’ He lay back and I watched his eyes shut and his hips push upwards as I moved my hand up and down his hard, warm cock.
    â€˜A little faster, babe, that’s it …oh, babe …that’s it.’
    And then he bucked and ejaculated a spray of white semen and he cried out and I screamed in surprise. No one had ever told me about this. He laughed and I fell back giggling. He sat up.
    â€˜Oh, Janey, that was fantastic.’ He cupped my chin in his hand and kissed me.
    Johnny gave me a lot of flying lessons after that. It was such fun. I learnt the basics first, grip, tempo, pressure and having mastered these I moved on to other areas. And somehow my mouth was drawn to his cock. Delicious. Smooth, warm and so beautifully hard and I loved the way it deflated after I’d drawn its precious juices. Then I’d stroke it back to its full magisterial poise and we’d start all over again.
    And then the time he brought me to orgasm. I was on my knees, my head bent over his lap, one hand cupping his balls, the other gripping his cock. He’d been running his hand under my dress, up and down my thigh, brushing over my bottom. I was becoming agitated, I knew I shouldn’t let him go there but my pussy was juicy and aching to be touched and I raised my bottom slightly and his fingers had eased themselves inside me. I sat on his hand and his fingers wriggled and played me to orgasm and all I could do was hold on to his cock and cry out into the summer air. After that, there was no stopping me. He christened me ‘Plane Jane’, and I got to fly him regularly, and his flying lessons became the focus of my life.
    I used to see the planes flying over in formation and coming back from missions regularly, but I don’t think I fully understood the danger they were in and the crucial role they were playing in protecting the country from