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By mrsmither@juno.com

I admit it, I went a little wild in New Orleans. The convention the company sent me to was almost a total loss; I remember a bit of Friday night but none of the next two days, including how I got on the plane home or who's panties were tucked in my shirt pocket folded like a handkerchief.
Somehow I came back with enough business cards and brochures in my briefcase amongst the bead necklaces, stuffed aligators, souvenier hurricane glasses and other sops to the office cronies to make me look like I had been busy as well as a swell guy. But there was one more thing in the case that somehow didn't look so much like a cheap trinket.
Tucked away in a paper sack was an aligator skinned little box with a catch. Opening the catch I pricked my finger, then my thumb -some kind of a trick lock, engraved with little curlicues and festooned with paste gems.
The thing finally flipped open as I muttered curses under my breath to reveal a ring ensconsed in crushed velvet. It looked like silver, an elegant smooth construct like two dolphins moving opposite directions next to each other, covered with filegree.
A smear of blood got on it as I prised it loose for a closer look. The shapes, I now made out through the leftover fog of alcohol, were two human nudes, wrapped around each other; the male with his head between the generous breasts of the female, who's mouth was open wide pasted about the neck of the male, and who's right hand stretched around above her head to grasp the engorged cock of the male. The male's right hand was similarly stretched to reach into the pussy above him, while the left hand of each fondled the head of their partner.
Worked into the engraving was the latin motto Amor Vincent Omnia, which I muttered to myself while slipping the curio over my right ring finger.
I cursed again as I jerked it past the tight knucklelike the box, the thing had something sharp hidden by the fancy scrollwork -I was pricked again. Blood welled up around the ring as the fog instantly cleared from my head -the pain seemed responsible, though it was no greater than the other two prickings; an annoyance, really.
I looked up from the ring down the aisle of the plane, leaned out to see a stewardess pulling a drink cart backwards about halfway down. She was bent at the waist and leaning over the seat to her left serving a drink to a window passenger, and a lacivious vision indeed; her ass clad in mid calf brown skirt waving at me, the swell of her bosom visible from the side.
She straightened up and looked around behind her as if someone had called her name, glancing down the aisle until her eyes met mine.
Brunette, with a white shirt and a uniform jacket, her blue eyes were startling as they locked on mine, questioning, then concerned.
She moved down the aisle in a controlled rush, swaying little in the mild turbulence, as I ran my eyes across her figure from the front. Wide hips and chest, tight tummy, long flowing hair -built well to my standards, unlike the fashion model figure of today.
She reached me as I made out the name Kelly on her tag, fixed as it was over her swelling breast. She reached out and took my hand as her eyes finally moved off mine to take in the ring and the blood.
"Are you all right, sir?" she said, glancing back up to me.
I let her pull the hand up, a little bewildered, as I replied, "Oh, its nothing, a little prick," shaking my head a little.
She bent forward and kissed the ring and finger, her tongue darting over the knuckle -quick and discrete, but disconcertingly familiar.
"Let me take care of that back in the stewards section," she said softly, tugging gently at my hand and drawing me to my feet. Her eyes seemed to have focussed on my crotch momentarily before coming back up to meet mine as her tongue darted out to clean a small smear of red from her lip.
As I followed her as she gently pulled at my hand I glanced at it -the bleeding had stopped, the finger was clean, the ring sparkled in the cabin lights, warm around my finger as if I had worn it far longer than a minute.
We passed thru a curtain into a narrow space between first class and business, lined with cabinets and implements of the duties of stewardesses. As Kelly pulled me into the empty cart space I saw the familiar red cross on one cabinet door.
To my surprise, instead of reaching for the door as she turned to face me, she knelt down, releasing my hand, and grasped the top of my pants with hers hand, finding and pulling down the zipper with the other.
"I'll make it big for you," she murmered softly, cupping my only slightly engorged cock in her hand, then leaning forward to literally suck it into her mouth.
The sensation was astonishing, the sudden wet warmth surrounding me, drawing me in, engulfed to the hilt. I could feel the pressure of my prickhead sliding past her tongue and into her throat through expansion alone as she kept her face pressed against my belly, working her tongue up and down as she raised and lowered the pressure.
Finally, she eased back, pulling her lips up the shaft, digging in and then expanding around the crown to let the tip pop out.
"Not so little now," she said proudly, "is there anything else?"
In consternation I met her eyes as I thought 'don't stop!' only to see her bob back down on me as if on command. Slowly she slid up and down the shaft from midway to crown and back, again and again, faster and faster, tongue working the come tube, until finally she engulfed me completely again, humming as I released spurt after spurt into her throat.
The rest of the world worked its way back into my awareness as she stood. She zipped my pants and said, "Let me put a bandade on your finger and no one will be the wiser," as if I had said something about my concerns of being caught.
Pulling one out of the cabinet and wrapping it around my finger, she led me back to my seat and returned to the drink cart still parked in the aisle.
That ring has come in handy more than once since then. I still don't know where it came from or how I ended up with it, but I wouldn't trade it for a million dollars, and that's a fact!
Part Two -Soon...