| Part II |
| Two hours into the flight, I fell asleep. I know I should have kept my guard up with him. I was fast asleep with the transcript on my lap. I didn't feel him pull the paperwork from beneath my hands. The next thing I know, his hand was sneaking up under my skirt. I thought maybe I had been dreaming but I blearily opened my eyes to find him on his knees; his gaze level with mine. I stopped his movement as I placed my hand over his."What exactly do you think you're doing?" "I wasn't thinking. I was doing." "You're still doing,"I said as his free hand crept up under the opposite side. "And you're having a problem with this because?" "Because... because...,"I stammered as I let go of him. "Because you're afraid to lose control?"He challenged. "No." "Afraid you might get swept away by a handsome stranger by which the likes you have no right to?" "You're quoting the book,"I managed as he detached the button holding my skirt on and peeled it open. The skirt lay flat on the seat now. "Am I?"He smirked as he moved closer in to my body. "A little presumptuous don'tcha think?" "Maybe,"he said drawing the hair from my neck and softly nibbling his way toward my ear."You would have stopped me by now if you didn't want it to go any further." "Maybe I'm a tease." "Maybe,"he gently nibbled on my earlobe."But maybe,"He breathed before his lips found mine; our tongues feverishly determined to overtake the others. A kiss leaving me more breathless than he."Just maybe you wanna lose yourself in a rapturous playground with nothing but miles of endless sky below you and nothing....but....me....above you,"he said interspersed with a soft trail of kisses toward the vee of my blouse. He looked up into the blue of my eyes and said,"Am I taking too much I stopped his inquiry dipping forward and drawing him upward with a kiss. After recovering from the breathless state I'd now left him in."So the lady was playing coy." "I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go find out." "Been awhile?" "That's none of your business,"I protested. "But this is,"he said drawing my hand down over the solid length of his masculinity pretty much threatening to break through the flimsy material at any moment. I should have played shocked or appalled here but I didn't. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't gonna stop until he had his way...or mine. Then again, maybe my way was his. "Celia?"he said. |
| He had removed his hand. That's when my bold streak ended. I had gotten too wrapped up in the moment. He was starting to take things for granted like perhaps my obvious state of undress. I shyly pulled the skirt back around my body and he stopped me."Now don't go gettin shy on me again." That voice of his. It's like it willed me to return my skirt to it's previous position. He knew how to get to me because he knew that I wanted to be one of the many women I read about day in and day out. I wasn't unattractive, I'd just never been propositioned so boldy; well not recently anyway. And to be quite honest, he wasn't being overly bold; just confident in what his actions would return. Before I could say another word, he tripped the clasp holding up my stocking. My leg extended in response to the languid recession of silk gliding down it. His hands ran back over my leg and he came up to whisper softly,"Is all your skin as soft as silk?" "There's only one way to find out,"I responded. Where was this bravery coming from? It seemed as long as his hands were on me I had the boldness to do or say anything I wanted. And with that remark he moved back down and retrieved the other stocking. His hands rested on the seat on each side of me as he resurfaced to claim my lips. I ran my hand over the surface of his arm. Oh Dear God ! That was some muscle there. He removed his lips from mine; nipping downward upon my neck. He effortlessly sifted through all the buttons on my blouse. I shifted to remove it as he nipped through the material of my bra. I was always so used to having to have things in order, making sense. This made no sense at all. A complete stranger was arousing sensations in me I'd never even felt in the most solid of relationships I'd had. Why was I thinking when an attractive man was drowning my body with complete and utter affection? I felt his lips lightly graze my stomach and I drew in a sharp breath hinted with a light giggle behind it. I was ticklish. No denying it. He looked up at me and smiled."Ticklish?" "What tipped you off?" "I usually don't get that reaction." "I usually don't give that kind of reaction,"I smiled. |
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| "So you like it?" "I like what you're doing to me."Open mouth, insert foot. "I like what I'm doin' for ya,"he continued downward; sliding his tongue along the lace trim of my french cut intimates. I lifted my hips as he drew the garments down over my legs. He parted me and languidly his lips drifted toward my thigh where he lightly nipped inward. He inserted a finger into my warmth and looked up to me. "Seems you've already started without me darlin'." If he only knew. All I could do was smile numbly. He slowly went to work on my body;nibbling, weaving and pushing into my inner depths. He had the appetite I'd always wanted in a man. I removed my bra and started playing with my own bosom. I never did that before. Hell, I barely pleasured myself as it was. His ministrations were driving me right through the roof. I swear!"Holy fuck!" I blurted as he delved in and pulled out my alter ego. I didn't think anyone would ever find her. His kisses steadily climbed over my body as he came to favor me with the sweet flavor of his labor. I was still breathless and yet when his lips covered mine, it didn't matter. All I wanted was him between my legs. Right now. No excuse. He'd had his turn in the pleasuring department. Now it was mine. |