There's no place sadder in the world to be than an airport when you have no desire to reach the destination you're headed for and no way of changing the path you're headed on, Karen thought as she sat watching people rushing by her. She had her laptop open in her lap, a bottled water by her side and a trashy novel peeking out of her purse by her feet. Her lively blue eyes kept scanning the crowd assessing the passengers. Wondering if someone might take her mind off the coming tedium of her return flight.
Walking down the runway to the plane all she could think was, please oh please don't let "her" be sitting next to me. Or that fat guy over there. Or the old couple headed to Vegas to retire. A guy, a hottie. Ok, even if he's not a hottie...maybe a little bit yummy. That's all I'm asking. I'm going back and I swear I'm going to be good. Its just three more hours of freedom. A hottie is all I'm asking.
"So are you headed off on Vacation honey?" Mid-west lady said. She reminded her of that secretary lady in "Ferris Buehler's Day Off." No damned luck. Why couldn't I catch a Tennis pro? Or a contractor, who works in the sun all day, with his hands? Yep nice hands would be good. Karen runs her hands through her short stylish hair and tucks it behind her ears.
"No, I'm just heading home. I live in Vegas," she replied
"You must know all the great places to go the,n" said a man standing in the aisle. He was on his way to his seat. Kinda long, brown hair. Wire glasses. Great cheekbones and a pouty lower lip that she just wanted to nibble on. Why couldn't HE have been her seat mate?
"I know some," she managed, realizing that she had taken too long to reply.
He smiled, and started moving past with his leather carry on. "You should come tell me about them." Karen looked over her shoulder and watched as he found his seat. Nice, nice jeans.
Wow. Where the hell was that book? Karen started digging in her purse.
Karen read "sensual romances." Ok they were erotic romance. Hot and trashy. The trashier the better. The kind that made you squirm in your seat in the good parts and wish that you packed a spare set of panties in your carry-on bag. The kind that made you check over your shoulder to see if anyone could see what you were reading. And made you a little embarrassed if they could.
So about an hour into flight time, she was pretty engrossed. The heroine was on a table with her skirts around her hips and the hero had her bodice completely open and was trailing wet, warm kisses down her neck while molding her breasts. Kneading them. Squeezing until...
"Whatcha reading?" asked mister hot and sexy.
Karen jumped. "You scared me."
"Well then you're reading something you shouldn't be. What is it?"
She hadn't thought he'd actually come back looking for her. And he was looking at her with this twisty, amazingly taunting smile on his face. Oh boy.
She looked over at Principal Rooney's Secretary. Asleep and snoring lightly.
"Nothing I'm going to share with you. Most guys I know don't read novels."
"Are you kidding? How are you going to know what a woman wants most if you don't know what women read? That's where most guys I know go wrong."
"And you, do you go wrong?" Karen asked, looking up at him under her lashes. It was one of her better looks and she knew it.
He looked at her for a moment and didn't say a word.
"Very rarely. You were going to tell me about Vegas. Come back to my row. There's an extra seat."
He held out a hand and waited to see what she would do. Should she take it? What could possibly happen on a plane? She took it. It was only three more hours of freedom after all. What could it hurt?
"You'll have to tell me what kinds of things you're interested in, if you want me to steer you in the right directio,n" she said, "but I can give you some ideas if you want."
"I definitely want. Come on."
So they sat and talked about Vegas and the clubs and restaurants. Places to go, things to do. He was not a contractor, but an attorney and coming to take a deposition and only had two days. It had been a long time since she had had such an attractive, dynamic man focused so entirely on her. As they talked he leaned into her, found reasons to touch her. And she didn't mind. The seats were close and his leg would press against hers. She became more and more aware of a heat between them, a spark. She loved the look of him. She still wanted to nibble on that lip. She shouldn't. She was supposed to be going back. She was supposed to be being good. And damn it, between that damn book and him her panties were getting wet.
"Well, those are some great ideas. I know I won't have time to try all of them while I'm here this time but I'll definitely have to check them out. Maybe you'll come with me?" He said, trailing a finger down her arm and hand.
Oh Hell. I want I want I want.
"That would be really nice, but probably not possible. I live in Vegas with my family and my husband would probably frown on me running out to meet you for dinner," she replied regretfully.
"Oh. You're married?"
Nod.
"Lucky guy. Do you think he'd frown on breakfast?"
Gulp. "Yeah, probably."
Unfortunately. Bloody Hell!
She got up and headed back to the bath room. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her tits felt like they were an entire cup size bigger. They ached. She couldn't understand why people weren't staring at her as she made her way up the aisle. She got into the bathroom and sighed, leaning against the door. She thought about splashing some cold water on her face but realized that if she didn't do something about this, she was going to be uncomfortable for the rest of the flight.
She watched herself in the mirror as she ran her hands up the sides of her body, along her ribcage. She wasn't gentle, pressing hard, wanting to feel. Over her shirt, she reached her tits and ran her open palms over them, cupping them, squeezing. The ache got worse. She went under the t-shirt and was already starting to breathe harder. She pushed the underwires up over her breasts and rolled the nipples between her fingers and squeezed again. Much better. She kept one hand on her tits and ran one hand down the front of her body.
Her eyes had drifted closed but she opened them to watch as her hand slipped under the belt on her jeans. She could feel the wetness from her pussy soaking through the front of her panties. Hell. Two fingers found the edge of the panties and worked their way under the edge finding the damp soaked curls. Tap Tap. "Karen?" Tap.
Shit! Has a hand gotten out of a pair of panties that quickly, EVER? Straighten.Straighten. Damn the Irish Skin, because now instead of a nice sexy flushed pink. I'm just red, she thought.
Open the door. It's him. Of course it's him. No one else on this flight knows my name. Who else could be checking on me? And he's just standing there with a knowing look on his face.
"I thought you might like some company."
Wow. Who knew that every thought, every sensation you had could be distilled to one single throb deep inside your pussy? She didn't even think, she didn't say a word. She just stepped back and let him inside with her. He locked the door latch over her head.
Then he just leaned in and kissed her and Karen finally got the chance to nibble on the lip that had been driving her crazy for the last hour. There was hardly any space to stand so they were pressed right up against each other. She could feel him, hard already inside his jeans. His tongue was stroking hers, softly and surely. He kept one hand braced over head, but one hand stayed on her lower back pulling her hips into him. Grinding her into his hardness. She wanted to shift and writhe against him, but didn't want him to stop kissing her either. But he didn't stop. And his hand started traveling even lower, grabbing her ass and kneading. His hand slid up under her shirt and started stroking. Up on one stroke and then down on a stroke and his fingers delved below her belt to the top of the top of her bottom to tease and excite.
Karen couldn't keep her hands still. How long had it been since she had gotten her hands on someone who actually wanted HER? She felt like she was starving. She let her hands roam. She arched under his hands, she tried to keep quiet and keep her soft sighs and moans to herself but she couldn't quite manage it. But he muffled them with his mouth, and chuckled when she let out a guttural moan when he finally peeled up her t-shirt set it on the sink and freed one of her tits from her bra and took it in his mouth.
She could feel his tongue on her hardened nipple all the way down to her core and something inside her started to tighten. She kept her eyes open and watched as he moved from one mound to the other leaving a trail of moist, hot kisses in the valley between. On the second one, he was even rougher pulling and nipping with his teeth. Pressing at the same time with his thumbs. In the mirror her lips which were normally pale and pink were swollen, deep and red. It was almost as if she were watching someone else entirely. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, despite the horrid airplane lighting. She couldn't take much more of this torment, she wanted his cock and she wanted it pounding inside of her. She started to fumble with the belt on his jeans.
"Not so fast."
"We're in a bathroom and it's a short flight."
"Not that short"
He kissed her again and pressed her back against the sink. He stared into her eyes as he undid the buckle of her jeans. It was as if he was daring her. Look away. Run away. Or stay. Make a choice. She chose to stay. She pressed her hips forward towards him. Grinding against him and reaching up to pull him closer. But she did not look away. She felt the jeans open and his hand slide over her bottom, pushing them along with her panties. His fingers traced a line down the cleft of her ass to the damp heated skin between her thighs. His finger dipped into her sweet heat and then trailed a line of honey back up between her cheeks. Her knees started to buckle but he pulled her even tighter to him and helped her to step out of her jeans. They kicked them into the corner of tiny space and she stood there in front of him wearing her bra and nothing else. Her breath was coming fast and shallow and her heart was pounding in her chest when he reached for her.
She thought she would break apart when she finally felt his fingers on her clit. Her curls, which had been damp, were soaking wet and the scent of sex rapidly filled the small space. His finger was circling and circling the hard little nubbin at the very center of her. Every time his finger flicked over her, she could feel the muscles in her thighs quiver. He slid one long perfect finger inside her and that was just torture. Not nearly enough. She pouted. He slid a second finger in next to the first. Better. And kept moving them in and out, slowly slowly. Still torture. More. I want more. A third finger. MUCH better. And faster and a little faster still. And then his thumb rubbed her clit and she came apart like an explosion. She was still convulsing when he removed his hand leaving her empty. She tried to follow him with her hips, wanting more. But then realized that he was finally freeing himself from his own jeans. He got out a condom, and looked at her. She helped him put it on, but not before dropping to her knees in front of him to take his cock into her mouth for a few moments. Her lips were so sensitive she wanted to feel that hard, thick rod, sliding in and out of her mouth. She was going to make him burn the way she was, to make him as hot and needy and she was going to enjoy herself while she did it.
He pulled her to her feet and she got the impression that she had actually managed to surprise him. She looked at him, with a question in her eyes. Now that the actual moment of truth had come, she wasn't exactly sure how this was supposed to be accomplished. He just smiled, flipped the lid down and pulled her down into his lap. She positioned his cock at the entrance of her body, which was wet and aching for him, and started to lower herself onto him until he was all the way inside and her bottom was pressed up against his lap. She wriggled. He moaned. She lifted back up until she almost lost him again and then pressed back again taking each inch, faster this time, but savoring it. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. That she was so willing. But there was no denying that she wanted it when his cock was riding up inside her and she was feeling like something had gone all urgent and desperate.
She was riding him faster and faster, reaching down to tease her own clit with her fingers, working herself and him to one hell of a cum, when--TAP TAP.
Hell.
"Its occupied," he said sounding calm as can be, as Karen went incredibly still.
"ARE YOU OK IN THERE?"
"Yep just fine...out in a minute, Thanks!" She jumped up and started reaching for her t-shirt. Disappointed and frustrated, but damn.
"Where are you going?" he asked. She just looked at him. "We're not finished here." And he kissed her. "Trust me."
There was no reason to trust him. She didn't know him; did not, infact, know his name. But that didn'tstop her from letting him bend her over from the waist fuck her from behind. His fingers were firm and hard on her hips as he pounded into her. He let one hand roam over her ass and down lower, to her front to find her so that she could rub against his hand while he fucked her hard. She braced her hands against the wall and pressed back so he could drive into her even harder. The tightening started to build rapidly, and she could feel the muscles and walls of her sheath clinging to him on each thrust as he took her savagely over the edge. She wanted to scream out her release but he reached up and covered her mouth and gagged her before she could. She bit him lightly. With one last thrust she felt him find his release. She pressed her bottom back to hold him inside her for a moment longer.
They straightened up again and he didn't say a word and neither did she. He just kissed her lightly and handed her the jeans. Once they had put themselves to rights, he let her go out first. People were giving her dirty looks and she didn't care. She knew what she looked like, but where and when would she ever see these people again? And then he followed. She had a friend who had told her once that there is really nothing hotter than a man coming out of a bathroom on a plane smelling of sex. Her friend was right.
Originally published December 2006 - "Oh, Oh, Oh!"