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The waiting at Gate 3A was more than Zoe could deal
with. What the fuck was taking so long? Not
only was she tired, but the annoying baby screaming bloody murder behind her
was beginning to give her a headache. She glanced at her watch and figured they
would be calling seats at any time, she’d hoped. Just then an airline rep came on
and made an announcement:
“Good
evening passengers of Flight 2345. We appreciate your patience this evening and
will be boarding shortly. Please listen carefully for your seats to be called
so that we can board quickly. Again, thank you for your patience and we look
forward to serving you on your flight back to the DFW-Dallas/Ft.Worth area.”
Digging through her oversized Coach bag searching
for Dramamine, she noticed there was no text or missed calls on her phone. Not
that that was surprising or anything. Talking on the phone was overrated anyway
and she was not usually ever in the mood to talk to anyone unless it was her
parents. And even that was not by choice usually, but more like an obligation.
Her work trip was long and getting home was her main
priority. Thankfully she did not have to work the next day. The idea of watching
Sex and the City reruns all day in her pajamas sounded like bliss. A day of
inactivity was in order after the hellish week she’d just finished.
Thankful she had just enough of her Starbucks caramel macchiato coffee left so she could take Dramamine. She would soon be on her
way to an induced coma like state on the flight. As she walked to the trash can
nearby, she noticed a gentlemen standing by the bar. He was leaning over the bar as if trying to
catch the bartender’s attention. His stance was broad and suggestive. He was
wearing what looked like a suit and had a Burberry wool coat resting on his
forearm. The color caught her attention even more. It was a deep, dark plum
color. Any shade of purple was Zoe’s favorite, but on a man it was almost flawless.
Not that Zoe was a fashionista or anything, but thanks to her mom’s brand name
mini lessons during her thrift store hunts, she became all too familiar with clothing
styles, both men and women.
Zoe’s focus was almost like a camera zooming in
getting ready to start a photo shoot. She continued to fixate on his movements
and assumed he was on the same flight with her. Flying was not something she
enjoyed and if she could help it, she’d just as well be knocked out until the
plane arrived to their destination. But if Mr. Deep-Dark-
Plum-Burberry-Suit-Wearing man was on the plane, it would help to ease Zoe’s
anxiety or at least lessen it, even more than her “sleepy pill.”
The gate agent made another announcement:
“Passengers
of Flight 2345, it is time to begin boarding. Please have your tickets out and
ready for the agent at the gate. We will begin boarding with seats in first
class.”
Zoe began to gather her belongings and make her way
to the gate. Eight C was her seat. As she began to make her way through the crowd,
she noticed the man from the bar was already getting his ticket scanned and
making his way down the runway. She may not be in first-class, but she was close enough to maybe get a peek of her
flight distraction for the next hour or so.
The agent was quickly calling the rest of the seats.
Zoe finally made her way down the runway and was anxious to get to her seat. As
she walked down the aisle, she was careful to not bump into anyone who was
already seated. Then, she saw him seated in first class. She mentally noted his seat number. He was
sitting in an aisle seat reading a newspaper. The seat next to him was empty. Surprisingly,
for such a crowded gate area, the plane wasn’t as full as she originally
anticipated.
Zoe placed her belongings under the seat in front of
her. Thank goodness for packing light. There was a passenger seated by the
window, but the middle seat was empty, thank god. She had some elbow room.
The woman by the window pointed to the middle seat
and stated, ”This was originally my seat, but the flight attendant said I could
sit by the window to give us more room.”
“That’s good! I’m surprised the flight is as empty
as it is. I figured it would be full.”
She smiled and nodded, “Better for us.”
Absolutely.
Zoe
thought to herself as she laid back and closed her eyes.
“Would you like a beverage?” she heard the flight
attendant say.
Zoe opened her eyes and realized she must’ve dozed
off. The plane had already taken off and flight service was already in
progress.
“Yes. A Diet Coke please,” the woman by the window
answered.
“No problem. And for you?” the flight attendant
asked as she handed her a napkin.
“I’ll have the same.” Zoe released the tray in front
of her and placed the napkin on it. She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep
and not even notice the plane taking off. She took a sip of her beverage and
glanced out of the window from where she sat. The night skies were the only
sites visible. Her Dramamine had definitely kicked in. Flying at night was so
much more relaxing, almost exotic and she was at ease.
Zoe looked down the aisle towards the back of the
plane and noticed the flight attendant was still serving beverages. She needed
to go to the restroom but obviously either had to wait or make her way to the
front of the plane since it was clear of aisle traffic. That also meant walking
by first class.
She began to unbuckle her seat belt and carefully
pulled herself up. Oh, she needed the good stretch. Zoe began walking down the
dim lit aisle. Immediately she noticed his seat was empty.
Hmmm, maybe
he was in the restroom too.
As Zoe approached the bathroom she noticed both
doors read “VACANT”. Unsure of what conclusion to make, she shrugged her
shoulders and opened one the doors. He was standing in front of the mirror
washing his hands.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” she blurted and shut the
door. Her face felt hot from blushing with embarrassment.
He immediately opened the door and smirked. “No
worries, love. I was just finishing up. You might want to use this one though.
The flight attendant said the other is broken.”
His green eyes had Zoe in a trance. He was even more
handsome than she recalled. His dark hair, sun kissed skin, strong jaw features
and facial scruff about sent Zoe into a heated frenzy.
Zoe quickly tried to gather her thoughts and
composure just enough to respond, “Oh, okay. Thanks.”
He held the door open for her; she ducked under his
arm and brushed up against him as she slid by.
Smiling nervously, she grabbed the door and closed
it behind her.
“Fuuuuuuuck, he looked good enough eat!” she blurted
out loud to herself. She stared in the mirror and tried to regain her stance. The
plane must have hit a patch of turbulence. Zoe hurriedly finished her business
so she could get back to her seat, but not without noticing how wet she had
become. Her black lacy Victoria Secret’s were drenched. Quickly she balled them
up and put them in her Coach purse.
Great. Now Mr. Green Eyes has me all hot and
bothered.
Before leaving Zoe applied some lipstick and tousled
her long brunette hair out of her face. As she walked out of the bathroom and
through first-class, she noticed he wasn’t sitting in his seat. Instead the
woman from her row was sitting there.
What the ----?
Zoe got back to her seat and there he was. He was sitting
by the window and staring out into the night. She did not think he had noticed she had
returned.
She buckled her seat belt and wondered what exactly
he was up to.
“You know, I heard what you said while you were in
the bathroom,” he confessed while turning in Zoe’s direction. “I could easily
say the same about you.”
Zoe’s eyes widened as she heard his words. She
couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. Trying to cover her embarrassment and
shock she replied, “I was only speaking the truth. Do you always eavesdrop on
women in the bathroom?”
Before answering he lifted the arm rest from the
middle seat and slid right into the seat next to Zoe. He leaned in and
teasingly replied, “No, I don’t. Do you always talk to yourself in the
bathroom?”
Swiftly, she turned in his direction. His scent hit
like a brick wall. He smelled liked the men’s cologne section in a department
store. Not only did this man look good, but his scent could drop her panties within
seconds if she allowed him to. Shit! Too
late.
Not really sure how to respond, Zoe started
fidgeting in her seat. As she adjusted herself, Zoe crossed her left leg over
the right, accidentally brushing up against his.
She made every effort to sound confident. “No, I don’t.
I prefer to do other things to myself when I’m in the bathroom alone.”
He leaned in even more and she could feel his
breathe on her hair, against her ear. Chills went down her spine.
“Is that right? Care to elaborate?
“Not really. Not even sure why you’re sitting here. Why
are you sitting here anyway?”
“Don’t act coy. I saw your fascination with me while
I was at the bar.”
Acting like she didn’t know what he was referring to
she exclaimed flirtatiously, “And? What’s your point?”
Suddenly she felt his hand reaching between her
thighs.
“My point is I bet you’re wet and I guarantee it’s
because of me,” he proudly assumed.
She met his gaze and could do nothing but accommodate
him by uncrossing her legs.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Assertively, she placed her hand on his forearm and
squeezed him firmly. Zoe leaned in just close enough so that she could whisper
in his ear.
“Fuck. No. Don’t you dare stop.”
Releasing his forearm, she helped guide him and made
it easier for him to maneuver. No one was in sight, the darkness helped to
conceal what others would consider inappropriate behavior, and the plane was not scheduled to land for another thirty minutes at least. Her legs were parted even
more and his hand was slowly making its way toward her hot, damp pussy.
Zoe could tell he was pleasantly surprised by the
fact that she was out in the open. She silently laughed knowing the effect it
was having on him. His hand was warm, soft and his fingers thick and unyielding.
He didn’t waste any time searching for her already swollen and extra sensitive
clit. Slowly moving in circular motions, Zoe could not help but move with him.
He knew exactly what he was doing and what he needed to do to please her. His fingers
slid up and down her saturated labia.
“Fuck, I wish I could eat you,” he groaned.
His fingers continued to explore her pussy and the
wetness was making him hard. Zoe’s hand was resting on his leg, but she managed
to feel around for his swollen dick in spite of her limited access. She had a hard time concentrating, but could feel
his cock which seemed to go on forever. She propped her right leg on his to
give him even more leeway. Thank god the people in the rows around them were either
asleep or the seats were empty.
He was now finger fucking her. The movements were
hard and fast. He clearly did not give a fuck about anyone on that plane except
for the two of them. She wanted to scream, but knew she had to control herself.
There was no kissing, no other touching, except for his fingers fucking the
shit out of her pussy. He began to slow down and started rubbing her clit
again. Only this time, he didn’t stop. She dug her nails into his legs every
time she was about to orgasm.
Finally, he continued without stopping. This time he
made sure she climaxed. The intensity of it was so strong and her juices covered
his hand. Her breathing slowed down and she remained in a tranquil stupor. He
relished in his accomplishment and shook his head while snickering softly. He
took a napkin from his pocket, carefully placed it between her legs and wiped
her dry. Like a magician, the napkin quickly disappeared into the pocket of his
slacks.
“Freaky,” she complimented.
She adjusted herself in her seat and felt completely
aware of her surroundings. The Dramamine must have worn off and she was hornier
than ever, even after that climatic rendezvous.
He leaned over, tightened her seat belt and kissed her lips softly, “I’m
going back to my seat, love.”
Slowly he climbed over her and sauntered down the
aisle. Zoe was still in disbelief.
As the plane made its approach for landing, she
stared down the aisle in a daze. The plane came to a stop at the gate and the
cabin lights came on. She dug through her purse to turn her phone on. A message
had come through:
That
was fucking HOT love. I’ll catch you outside by the baggage claim. We can pick
up where we left off when we get home.
Zoe smiled, shook her head and was glad to finally
be home.
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