My Summer Job

I watched the plane's wheels lift off.

I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes.

The goodbyes at the lodge and the flight on the float plane still lingered in my mind as the second plane I had been on today climbed into the late summer dusk sky.

Even this would not be the last plane before I got home. I was on my way to Toronto, and from there, finally, a connecting flight home.

I had barely noticed the flight in the bush plane, my thoughts a jumble of faces, images, good memories, and fun experiences.

To say that I had embraced exploration this summer would be an understatement.

I wasn't the same woman I had been only months earlier.

Some of my appetites had been satiated, others newly discovered or awakened. I knew for sure that I hadn't regretted anything I had done and that I was going to miss the people and all the things we had done.

I also knew that now that I had a taste, I wanted more. I worried, though it might be a long time before I discovered more friends like those I had met in the Yukon.

The jet was much bigger than the bush plane, but it seemed to have surprisingly fewer people on board. I had been late arriving for this connecting flight, and I seemed to barely enter the terminal before lining up and boarding this plane.

I think I heard someone call it a 767. I didn't care what it was; the seats were comfortable, there wasn't many people on the plane, and the staff were friendly, both good things for a long flight.

There had been a handful of business-type people, a couple of college students, and the flight crew.

There had been someone else. I had only noticed her briefly, but she had definitely caught my eye. I had watched her take a seat near the front of the plane. The seating arrangements seemed unusual. Everyone else seemed to sit at least 15 rows away from me, as I had the rear of the cabin virtually to myself. I laughed to myself. I always chose the back of the plane if I could because whenever there was a crash, the tail was the only identifiable wreckage left.

I didn't mind sitting alone; I found the quietness relaxing as I enjoyed the feeling of the plane cutting through the early darkness.

Other than the woman, nobody else seemed to stand out. In fact, the only person I actually spoke to before taking off was one of the flight attendants; her name was Rhonda. Rhonda was stereotypically perky, and I could just picture her in a cheerleader's outfit. She was also very attractive and very nice to me. We chatted for a moment, and she said it would be a quiet flight because most of the passengers had cancelled at the last moment because a connecting flight was delayed from Alaska.

Rhonda asked me where I was from and laughed because she only lived a few miles from where I was going to school. She asked about my summer, and I was about to tell her when she was called away to help another passenger. She apologized and said she would check on me later. I thought I noticed she was slightly flushed, but maybe that was just my hopeful imagination.

I had found my seat, and I shifted to the window seat when I realized no one was going to be sharing my row. I wasn't quite at the back; there were maybe six or seven rows left.

As the plane rose on its easterly course, away from the north and with increasing speed away from my summer memories, it left me wondering about what had been my life only four short months ago.

That life seemed a hundred years ago as I looked at my reflection in the darkening window, but I didn't see me; I was seeing the people and events from back at the lodge.

My time at the lodge had been amazing. I reclined as much as the tight seating allowed, and with the seats around me being empty, I was glad for the space and privacy. My mind returned to sorting through a blur of colours, sounds, men, women, sex, erotica, and experiences that seemed more like Rachel's stories than what could happen to me. I smiled again into the darkness of the night sky, but it had happened to me.

Maybe, surprisingly, the memory of Heather lingered the strongest in my mind. I reached into my jacket pocket for her note. As I opened it, I was sure I could detect her scent on it still. I thought about her, her touch, the softness of her lips, the feel of her body next to mine.

My fingers fumbled with the small envelope before the words played in front of my eyes.

"I know what you did this summer."

Early in the summer, during one of our first nights together, I had told her of the notes I had received. I had told her about my initial fears and then about how I had decided to embrace those fears and make them work for me. She had encouraged me to do more than embrace my fears; she had helped me do those things and so much more.

We had a quiet moment together when she gave me the note on the dock while we both waited for the floatplane. I told her that I didn't want to leave her and that I didn't think I would ever meet anyone like her again.

She laughed and said, "You make me want to go back to school again. In fact, both Michael and I want to figure out a way to come and see you before you come back here next summer."

That I would come back was never seriously in doubt, Heather said, "Next summer, and then when you work on your master's too," her eyes twinkled but also revealed a hunger that we both shared. It was perfect.

"In the meantime, my sweet Angie, I want you to experiment and experience more women like me and more men like Michael," she said as the plane taxied up to the dock. "Promise me you will have fun and be full of new stories the next time we meet."

We had kissed before the plane landed, while we talked, and now we embraced with her hands still exploring me again as if for the first time, while the pilot stared, his mouth seemingly stuck in the wide open position, until finally she slapped my ass and pushed me into the plane.

I closed my eyes again as this plane continued to travel away from her and all of those other people who had shaped my summer. Smiling, I thought of her and all the things she knew that I had done. Heather, first and foremost, far more than all the other experiences stood out in my mind as I thought of my first summer in the Yukon.

---

Since I was alone in the back of this huge plane, I let my hands explore as the first memories came to mind as the plane soared over the dark forests below. I thought of those five retired firefighters from Chicago; that was a fun and surprising week.

It hadn't taken those firemen long to discover I had a thing for older men, especially older men who took care of themselves, AND especially older men who were firefighters... fuck me, was I turned on by them. I laughed to myself in the darkened aircraft, because those older men certainly had.

That first night, their chief and his deputy had me after hours on the dock. They had talked me into showing them around, but the only sights they were interested in were concealed under my working dress. They revisited those sites almost every night that week, including the times I enjoyed their three fellow retirees. With two days before their last night at the lodge, one of them had given me a red and black silk blindfold and whispered in my ear what he wanted me to do.

I had agreed, but only after my own terms had been set. The big firefighter had almost blushed but agreed. When I told Heather about it, she said, "Angie, you know you don't have to do this."

She repeated it later that week after dinner as I got ready for what he had asked for; I nodded silently as she helped do my makeup, my body anticipating what was likely coming soon.

"You have already slept with each one of them."

"To be fair, Heather, I didn't sleep with any of them."

Then she giggled. Heather was such a contradiction, one hand she was a shrewd and successful entrepreneur, on the other hand she has a fun and wild streak a mile wide and giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

Between giggles, Heather, my boss and mentor, was discussing what I was going to be doing with the five retired firefighters. We talked while I sat in her kitchen, getting ready. She was doing my makeup while I sat facing her, completely nude.

I responded, "Well, sweetie, actually, I know for a fact there wasn't much sleeping going on, and at least for me, maybe more kneeling than lying."

"No, Angie, there was lots of laying happening... on the tables, on the bed, in the hallway, in a closet, just about everywhere, we all heard you."

Now was my time to blush.

An hour or so later, I remembered thinking about her giggling as Heather and I approached one of the guest rooms, the blind fold guy had told me where to go to at 9 pm, sharp.

---

The next morning, while Michael filled in for me, Heather and I spent the morning in bed.

Well, we were only sometimes in bed, like with those firemen, we were also on the floor, standing up, me lying on their kitchen table while Heather devoured my pussy, and then finally in the shower where Heather washed, dried me all over, and then pulled me back into bed with her again.

In between all of this, Heather had me tell her about everything the previous night after she left and about some of the other things I had done before and after I had arrived.

I was never sure which one of the firefighters had actually had the original idea for the blindfold, but collectively, none of them complained about how I decided to use it.

All credit or blame was absolved when the lodge door opened and Heather saw all of the men sitting around the room in just towels; she reminded me again, I didn't have to do this, but the hunger in her eyes was as fierce as it was in the eyes of each of those firefighters. There was no going back, even if I had wanted to, which I didn't.

Heather had helped me get ready: black Heels, a black choker necklace, cherry red nail polish, Heather's favourite perfume, my hair in spiralling curls, and me wearing only a black silk blindfold.

Michael hadn't wanted me to walk through the hallways naked, so Heather assured him I would not... I wore her black see-through babydoll negligee. For me, walking nude to their room raised the excitement factor to a knee-shaking level.

Heather teased me, saying, "Well, Angie, at least you aren't naked," as she kissed me for several moments before knocking on the door, her hands getting very busy everywhere it seemed at the same time.

She had promised to make sure I didn't trip, and I felt her warm hand on mine as she guided me through the almost empty hallways as we approached the fireman's room, and again after she finally knocked. I hadn't seen anyone while we walked, but a person would have had to have been deaf not to hear the fake phone shutters as we paused several times on route.

To me, that people had seen me like this and I didn't know who they were or how many pictures they had taken was nearly as intoxicating as being on the receiving end of anything the men or women I had been with this summer had done with me.

I loved that sense of naughtiness, that feeling of anticipation, and the electricity of being naked in places where I wasn't supposed to be nude.

The further we walked, the more those feelings of excitement grew from sparks to literal bolts of electricity flowing and arcing through me. Now, having entered the room and standing blindfolded in front of these men, I knew; I could feel their eyes and desires like they were a physical force. I loved being the object of their hunger.

My heart was racing so loud I was sure everyone in the lodge could hear it.

I heard Heather start to say, "Gentlemen, you know Angela's rule..."

The words, "What rule?" were said in unison by several of the men, but I knew they all already knew.

One or two of them must have nodded at Heather because she laughed and said, "Okay, because there are five of you, Angie waived her rule this time, and I agree, this time I think Angela should wait," and I could sense the naughty tone in her voice and the smile she must have had on her face.

---

The first was warm in my mouth.

I could feel the smoothness of his skin, the feel of his pulse in the veins that rubbed on the inside of my cheek.

I felt his hands and fingers in my hair and felt his hips push against my face.

I used my tongue to explore his circumcised cock. He tasted slightly like soap, and I smiled slightly at the simple consideration that he had made for me. I knew instantly who he was, but wasn't going to give him away, not yet, and not until I was finished.

I might be blindfolded, but my hands were free and I used them to the best effect.

Though I was in a room with four other men and maybe Heather, for this moment and for this man, no one else mattered. I knew I would act that way for each of them.

I knew my makeup and lipstick were likely either gone or soon would be, but that didn't matter. I used my tongue, lips, teeth, and the inside of my mouth as I moved up and down his shaft. Licking and sucking on his balls, I felt his body tremble and waver as my cocksucking worked its magic.

This man was a fireman.

He was strong and fearless.

He was also naked and exposed to his friends, men who would tease him mercilessly about almost anything... but tonight, all of them were watching me suck on his cock, on my knees, totally focused on him, and for this moment, none of them even considered teasing; all were wishing they were him while they waited their turn.

I didn't want him to finish too quickly. It wasn't that I wanted him to look bad in front of his friends for cumming too quickly; it was a selfish reason. I loved sucking cock, and tonight I had five and maybe one pussy to enjoy, and I was going to make all of them last as long as possible.

I savored the trembling. I sensed how close he was.

I prolonged him, pulling him along the ragged edge. His body was shaking, his knees faltering, his body sweating and ready to explode. God, I loved being a cocksucker.

Though I overheard other men calling me that and many other things besides... all words I had heard before, but like then, I ignored them. This one was a good one; his cock wasn't huge, but it was thick, and it felt good deep inside my mouth as I moved up and down on him.

I knew everyone could tell he was barely staying in control; that was part of it, too.

They saw as his breathing became more passionate, and they saw as I used my fingers to explore and stroke his ass. They all saw it all.

He almost pulled away as my fingers moved closer to his tight asshole, but suddenly I pulled him closer and dug my nails into his skin, and he relaxed, not so much trusting but already too close to the edge to fight me. His moaning was bold and unapologetic,

My index finger just grazed him when I felt him shudder, and his control let loose.

His body shook, and his moans filled the room as his knees wavered. He came fast and hard, and I struggled to swallow it all. He moaned hard and leaned into me, almost knocking me over, before taking almost two full minutes to regain himself.

The men around him cheered as I swallowed, licked, and sucked to contain him. I felt some leak from my mouth and I used my tongue to find it and add it to what was in my mouth. I kept licking my lips and cleaning him before letting his quickly softening cock withdraw from my mouth.

A voice called out, asking, "Angie, who was he?"

Blindfolded, I smiled and said his name and asked for the next one.

I was one for one.

Then the next one stepped in front of me, and a woman's hand guided the next cock into my mouth.

---

I remembered how the idea to identify five men whom I had slept with that week by being blindfolded and giving them a blowjob had come about.

I had always been turned on by the idea of being secretly nude and being blindfolded. The idea of doing both while I was on my knees was a recent fantasy that made me sound and feel like someone from my brother's porn movies. I remember secretly opening and watching them on his laptop after he had "accidentally" left it out where I could find it. I had become both fascinated and addicted to watching and masturbating to them.

Plus, it helped. I also loved the feeling of having a warm cock on my lips and in my mouth.

As I did with each fireman, I thought about how Heather almost couldn't contain herself when I told her what I wanted to do.

She told me she would help me any way I wanted.

She told me how she could picture herself helping me down to my knees, and then she would put me in front of each one of the firefighters in random order, and I would have to figure out who each was on my knees, using only my mouth.

We both agreed, even then, that I would suck each of them until they came; she had made me promise that even if I had guessed who they were before they came in my mouth, that I would finish them. Heather had giggled again when she said this. I think she was almost more excited than I was.

Even now, having done the deed then and a few more times since, I shivered at the thought, not from the thought of doing such a slutty thing, but because I had given myself over to experimenting with my wilder side; although, I knew, this was more than experimenting, this meant full-on embracing of my wildest desires.

Heather realized this too and moaned exaggeratedly when I shared what I wanted to do; she said I said what she was thinking. She didn't call me a slut but told me I was a special little cocksucker and then giggled again.

Heather told me later, she figured I wouldn't likely be able to tell who was who, but she smiled and said she would have a special little prize for everyone I got right and that she promised later that she might just spank me or kiss my ass for the ones I got wrong.

I asked, "In front of everyone?"

She didn't giggle this time but instead looked at me with her huge eyes and kissed me hard and said, "Definitely."

I am happy to say that Heather actually did both and more than once as the summer progressed.

---

That night with the firefighters proved that things you plan have a way of unfolding differently than how you expect, and that night with the blindfold was a good example of how the best plans in the world can go "out the window."

I had mentioned that Michael didn't want me to be naked to start with, and surprisingly, Heather agreed with him.

"Those men are going to be hard enough to control without Angie starting out naked. I think she should not parade around in front of everyone. Why couldn't you just have a private party which just the guys from Chicago?"

Originally, I wanted to not only be naked but also do all five in the dining hall in front of all of our guests. As open and liberated as Michael and Heather were, I was floored when they didn't think that was a good idea.

In the end, I did manage to come out on top about being naked, though, and this may have had something to do with the fact that our conversation happened while all three of us were naked in their bed.

While we talked, Heather shifted slightly and began kissing Michael, and I noticed she was blatantly rubbing his cock while I watched, my nipples hardening as he hardened as well.

"She likes sex, Michael, and you know how hard it was to find someone like her, you know, and her voice disappeared as she kissed him, her tongue disappearing into his mouth, and her hands caressing the visible impression of his cock.

I thought then that maybe Heather wasn't against me being naked after all.

"What about Angie's rule about getting her pussy eaten first?"

Michael added, "Well, since we have both just done exactly that to you, Angie, why don't you just use the blindfold and skip straight to you trying to determine who they are?"

I couldn't deny that, but before I could say anything, Michael added, "I think if we just start with Angie blindfolded and sucking their cocks, that would be hard enough.