Elizabeth Hurley

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Elizabeth Hurley by Joe Leaphorn
Celeb(s) – Elizabeth Hurley
Codes – MF, Oral,
Originally posted on August 25, 2002 at CSSA


I was on the plane for a job in LA. Part of the deal to get me out there was first class travel both ways. And first class on a 747 is very special. I can’t say I like flying, but it’s part of the job. I guess I hate the jet lag and the hassle rather than the flying.

Flying first class to Las Angeles is the worst journey I have to do regularly, on the plus side there is nearly always someone I know flying with me.

This was the case last week. I boarded late (it’s a habit now) and was whisked in to the first class cabin up front. There were a dozen or so of the new sleeper chairs, and most were empty. Of the few people there most showed little interest and a little more annoyance in the man that had held them up for five minutes. Two of the faces meant nothing to me, nameless fifty something businessmen, there was a dowager duchess, well in to third age, who had to be going for the shopping or a quack cure. The other face cracked into a broad smile, which I returned. It was Liz.

She sat in the middle of the cabin in the second row. She motioned for me to join her. I got rid of my flight bag, but saw where it got put and then joined her. I’ve not worked with her much, but we do have a few friends in common, and there was the time I taught Hugh to shoot properly (for a film). I took the seat beside her, and we gently got reacquainted.

She said she was well and so was Hugh, Simian Films was doing well, but not fantastically, and was off to LA for a producers meeting for the next project. She looked great. She wore a full length fine wool cardigan in a biscuit colour over an ankle long thin cotton button through skirt, in dark blue and a white cotton blouse with Mexican style embroidery. I could just see a hint of a white lace bra. Her feet had little white slip-on shoes that were perfect for travelling. She was turned a little towards me to talk and this showed me that her full breasts were only marginally restrained.

It was clear that she wasn’t comfortable travelling as the taxiing started so I got her to hold my hand. I’ve found that a little physical contact can do a lot of reassuring. I also told her to squeeze as tight as she wanted, if she needed too. This completely cleared my mind of any apprehension.

The take off was smooth, and after a few minutes you could feel the plane levelling out of it’s steep climb away from Heathrow.

The steward, a rather stunning petite blond of about five feet, came round with the first of the comp drinks. I took an orange juice. Drinking while flying is, for me at least, a killer and I had to be on song within twenty four hours of arrival. Liz took a glass of champagne, and that was when she stopped holding my hand.

We chatted about everything and nothing. She wouldn’t tell me about her new project and I wasn’t going to tell her what I was going to do. There is secrecy in every business.

After a while she called the blond and stood up to take off her cardigan. This let me get a good view of her body. Liz is not a small woman, but everything there is woman. Her breasts look full and firm, and as she stretched the pattern of the lace bra and her nipples became obvious. Her waist is slim, and this was accentuated by the looseness of her skirt. The skirt itself fell smoothly over her bum and down to the floor.

As she sat down she laid the skirt towards me so the small steel buttons pulled the skirt open.

Her leg to the knee was smooth and lightly tanned. Liz is a very sexy woman, and as I looked at her leg I did want to see more.

We chatted for an hour or so and we were well over the North Atlantic on our way to iceland (to get from London to LA you fly almost over the pole, look at a globe for the reason why) when the Captain interrupted us. Over the intercom he mentioned that there was the possibility of turbulence ahead, and that we where to use seat belts if asked. And also that he was trying to fly around it.

The other steward, a taller brunette I didn’t take too, came forward to see if all was well. Liz said it was. I just nodded.

The first bang hit without warning. The plane must have fallen fifty feet, and the updraught was worse. Liz, couldn’t get her bet fastened, was all but being thrown from her seat. I’m used to Hercs so it was easy for me to stand up and lean on her as I reached for the straps and clicked them closed. I had had to straddle her legs, as I had one hand on her upper chest over her collarbone and another reaching under her to pull the straps free. It would have been enjoyable to watch her breast bounce around but I was more worried about her breaking a rib or my taking a fall, as the shocks hit the plane. Finally the belt was tight. Liz smiled and thanked me, I didn’t need any thanks, I’d just had my hand under her bum and was happy enough.

Before I could return to my seat there was a crash behind me. I could see the head of the brunette from behind the divider lying on the floor. There was already a pool of blood forming. The blond had unstrapped herself by the time I got there. The Brunette, Sue I found out, had been caught by a jolt and lost her footing going head first into a cupboard door, and by the dent had done it very hard. Alice, the blond, was a first aider, but I’ll admit my field training just kicked in and I took over. She got me the first aid kit and a couple of bandages. She seemed happy enough for me to make the running. The plane was still bouncing all over the place. Keeping steady wasn’t easy. I padded the wound as best I could, but I got Sue’s neck supported just in case. I did a once over to see if there was any obviously wrong apart from the head butt. She seemed okay so Alice and I held her steady until we got out of the turbulence. Her skull wasn’t broken but might be cracked, but the chances were that all was well. Most up front hadn’t noticed, only Liz was trying to see what was happening.

It seemed like an age, but when the turbulence lessened and then stopped, Liz came round to see what was going on. she helped take over from Alice who had to see to the other passengers and tell the captain. As she knelt beside Sue, Liz’s blouse gaped and I look straight at her breasts held back by the full cupped lace bra. God they looked wonderful, and right now I was very aroused. I could feel my cock filling out and pushing up against my chinos. Action of whatever kind does this to me. I used to get a hard on before every drop or in the bus waiting for the off. It’s just how my body works – excitement excites me. Liz must have known how her blouse looked but we both acted as if it didn’t. As I’ve said before they, actresses, models and the like, are so aware of their bodies, that there are rarely ever accidents. But we had more important thing to do.

I heard Alice call the Captain and then a call from him for a doctor. A few minutes later an Indian, no Pakistani man in his forties came forward to treat Sue. I gave him the obs and then left it to Alice, him and a third male steward to sort things out.

As I was finished washing my hands, blood gets everywhere, Liz started to push me. She got me into one of the first class cubicles and slammed the door shut.

"Are you as horny as I am?" she started with as she cupped her hand around my cock. She pushed it back to my thigh as she closed for a kiss. I wasn’t going to say no. As my hand held her head, hers undid my trousers and let my prick free. I don’t always wear shorts and usually not while flying so now she was holding me.

Even as we kissed she started a slow wank, that I had to stop very quickly. She’d found the perfect rhythm for my mood and I could feel my wanting to come straight away.

I took her hand away, and covered my over eagerness my asking her to let me take off her blouse. All she said was "Don’t stop there."

I lead my fingers along the neck of her blouse and then dropped inside to search out the edge of her bra. As one hand undid the small mother of pearl buttons the other used the extra freedom to caress her smooth breasts. Soon I was down to her waist and Liz had shrugged the blouse back off her shoulders. And so it fell behind her. As she had shrugged off the blouse I had held her breasts up and let them bounce off my hand. They were heavy, and beautifully warm to touch. I could see her areola and flat nipple in the centre. They were a dark brown with just a hint of pink. Her bra had slim shoulder and back straps, and it was the shoulder straps I eased down to let her breasts free. As the transparent lace was pulled off her breast, they sagged only a little, and I bent to kiss those nipples. With my tongue playing her nipples back and forth I could feel her undoing the bra completely. I stopped to look at her, standing there naked from the waist up.

Now she took the lead, my chinos, undone, were pushed to the floor and Liz had her hands holding my cock towards her. Using this to guide me she made me sit on the toilet. She started to ease her skirt down off her bum, but I stopped her. I started to undo the buttons at the front. I undid them all until there were only the three at the waist. Without a pause or hint she lifted the edges of the front of her skirt apart unveiling her panties and her glorious cunt. She was a beautiful angel of fucking, and these wanton actions made her look all the more sexy. Hugh had told me, bragged about, what a glorious fuck Liz was. Now I would find out.

She wore French knickers with the same lace front as the cup of the bra. My hand slid behind her to cup her bum, my little fingers slipping into the crease between her cheeks. Using the loose fit of the knickers my hands made their way around to the front. Here I could really feel the heat of her body, and as I dropped lower, the stiffness of her pubic hair. I could feel and see that it was trimmed just a bit, just to make it neat, but still to leave a dark full mound. And as it turned under her body, the wetness of her arousal was clear. I gripped the front of her knickers trapping a few of her pubic hairs in my grip and dragged them off. Liz sighed and rolled her hips as I pulled on her bush, so I did it again. Her knickers fell to her knees and she stepped out of the, as she did the dark curls parted and her dark slit opened. Beads of juice ran on to the hairs around her lips. I pulled her legs apart as she stepped over me and again her pussy winked at me. As she lowered to my lap I guided her onto my cock.

Her cunt was slick and warm, and I just ran into her. She wasn’t loose, but very ready. Only as her weight came onto my thighs as she lifted her legs around me did I feel her tighten her cunt around me. The tip of my cock pushed on her cervix as her vaginal walls rippled

Liz took the lead and showed me the pace she wanted to fuck at. Each time she lifted off me she tightened her cunt so it felt like she was milking me. I matched her stroke for stroke until we began to bounce off the loo seat. Her tits, pressed between us, rubbed on my chest and Liz had to bite on my ear to stifle the screams of arousal that caused. Only as we climaxed did we kiss face to face. I could feel my cock explode inside her as she gripped down pulling every last drop from me.

As we fell off this climax we fucked slower, and to a standstill. My cock buried in Liz’s cunt did not wither, but was not hard enough to fuck her. I could feel our fuck dribble down to my balls. I shivered from the cooling damp.

She was there in a flash. A mouth sucking and licking me clean. And hard again, but time was limited. Some one would wonder where we had gone, and come looking. So before she could start full felatio I switched places. Now my mouth acted as her’s had. I cleaned and licked at her cunt removing every sign of our fuck, only side-tracked by her clitoris as I licked back its soft hood. She pushed her feet higher and her legs further open as I pushed deep into her body. I knew I was getting her close to a climax when she pulled my head so tight into her pussy I was sure I would suffocate. I kept going until I could feel her body shudder. My tongue flicked in and along her slit as I pushed her clit with my teeth and her cunt flushed our fuck out with the clear juices of her arousal. I slowed my kisses letting Liz back to earth. For a few minutes she let me lap at her sex, then she pulled me off.

We both knew that we’d been too long, but we had to get dressed. And in that room that wasn’t easy. Neither was washing our sticky hands and faces. Just before I left first, to check that the way was clear, Liz kissed me on the ear.

There was no one in sight as I opened the door and then I hurried Liz out and she dashed for her seat. I was half way there when Alice caught me. I could smell the fuck on me, so I knew that she did too. She asked me if I would pop up to the flight deck to meet the Captain and get his thanks. She also pushed a small piece of paper in to my hand. I didn’t have to look. She was sniffing me as we stood there. Her eyes were dilated and her skin flushed, as mine was in my post coital rush. I acted on instinct, and kissed her. She accepted my kiss and then returned with her own. She sucked on my mouth, and I realised that she must be tasting Liz. She was enjoying the taste as she kissed without pause. A service bell chimed just behind her and she had to break the kiss. She opened a draw and handed me a bag of mints.

I popped one in my mouth before going up to visit the captain.

He promised me a thank you from the airline and offered his own thanks. Sue had come round but the doctor believed that she might have a fractured skull and did have a four inch cut that would need stitching. I made the usual platitudes and headed off to my seat.

Back at my seat, Liz showed me the bag of mints that Alice had given her. Her wry smile showed me that she knew her secret was known by three.

The rest of the flight was uneventful except for two small events. First of all Liz still hadn’t redone all of her skirt’s buttons so as she pushed the seat back to relax, it flowed of her legs to mid thigh. As only I, and the steward Alice, were around and awake, I don’t think that she minded us looking. Right now I think she has the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. She became far more demure was the plane got ready to land. The other thing was Alice asking me to come back to the crew compartment to see her. She had waited until Liz was asleep before asking me, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. She had given me her number, and no steward would risk getting fired for a quick fuck. In the crew area, there was a Eurasian woman only a little taller than the tiny Alice, from what I could see she was even slimmer too.

Alice was direct.

"I ought to tell you know, this is Helen. We live together. We share
everything." Her look was serious, and Helen’s hopeful.

I answered the only way I could. "I’ve always believed in sharing with friends."

Helen and Alice are off flights Friday, and we’ll see what happens then.

As for Liz. She was all fixed up by the time the plane taxied into LAX. Only then did I see the blood on my chinos, too late anyway. We talked lightly as we left and walked through LAX, I did get a few looks for guards and police because of the blood. Liz was collected by the Studio. I knew the driver and asked him to take extra care as a favour. I was met by an old acquaintance, and went off to do my thing.