I took a step toward her and then another and was close enough that the tip of my dick was brushing up against her pussy. I controlled the urge to come already.
“Mmm.” She moaned again, pushing back just a little bit. As she did so, I leaned back. I wanted to drive her a little more crazy.
I grabbed her hair in both of my hands.
“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy now.” I said through clenched teeth.
A shiver ran through her body and
I pushed myself into her tight pussy. It squeezed around my throbbing hard cock. I pushed myself in so I was all the way into her. I pulled myself out slowly and slid back inside of her.
I began to pick up the pace, grabbing her hair with one hand and holding onto her hip with my other hand. I slammed my dick into her, hard. Her head was titled back some from the way I was pulling her hair.
“Oh shit!” She cried.
“You like that?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “I love your hard cock.” She moaned as she pushed back on me some. My cock slid in and out of her, faster and faster and I could tell she was getting close and suddenly she was moaning, her body trembling.
“I’m coming.” She said.
Then I pulled out of her. “I want to come in your mouth.” I said as she got onto her knees in front of me.
She grabbed my cock with both of her hands and put her mouth to the tip. She worked her way down my shaft until I could feel the back of her throat. She gagged just a little bit, but it was sexy. I placed my hands on her head and helped her as she sucked me. Her mouth was perfect, her lips covered her teeth so I couldn’t feel them. All I felt was her sucking on me.
“Yeah,” Stevens said, with a laugh, pulling me out of my day dream. He watched my face as I checked out the curvy blonde. “You’re a pretty boy, all right, but something tells me you know how to use it to your advantage.”
Fucking hell, Fred. Keep it in your pants. I knew what he was trying to say, and that he wasn’t actually hitting on me, but he managed to make it sound creepy as shit, killing my hard-on, which wasn’t a bad thing. I was not looking forward to being locked up in the cabin with him for the duration of the flight.
He clapped me on the shoulder, making me cringe. “Come on, kid,” he said. “Let’s see which of those hot little numbers are going to be flying with us. Something tells me that’ll help you plan the rest of your evening.”
Chapter 3: Jess
Being in a plane before anyone had boarded was one of my favorite things in the world. Walking up and down the aisles, checking the seats and the overhead bins, I was always struck by the fact that I was on a giant machine that could take anyone anywhere.
While it was on the ground, it looked and felt like an overgrown tin can, but I knew it to be something different. I knew it to be a dream maker, something magnificent that could change a person's life, even. It could make the seemingly impossible possible, and to me, that made it the closest thing to magic that any of us on earth were ever going to get.
"Jess!” Becca called out. “Hey, Earth to Jess! What could you possibly be thinking about right now? What do you think about while we do these preflight checks?"
“Nothing,” I answered quickly, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming on the job. “I guess I just let my mind wander. Why, what do you think about?”
Becca and Trish, two flight attendants I had been on dozens of flights with already, exchanged a glance and a knowing set of smiles. These only made me feel more insecure, and I ducked my head. I could see them wanting to ask me more questions, and the only way I knew how to stop that from happening was to concentrate on doing my job.
It served me right to be questioned this way. That's what I got for letting my mind wander on the job the way I was doing. Romanticizing the job was one thing, but letting it show on my face was another. Thinking about the nature of travel wasn't what I was paid to do. I was paid to make the plane ready for the people who had somewhere to go.
I could see Emma's face in my mind's eye, rolling her eyes and telling me I needed a better poker face if I was going to think of things unrelated to work. She would probably tell me not to waste my time thinking about things not related to finding a better boyfriend, too, knowing my daughter. Thinking about it was enough to make me smile. I was still smiling when the pilot and co-pilot boarded the plane.
“Ladies! Ladies, ladies. Aren’t you a bunch of overachievers, on the plane before your valiant pilots have even arrived?”
"Captain Stevens." Becca nodded at the pilot with a thin smile I recognized instantly as phony. "Good to see you."
"But seriously, ladies," he pressed on, either not hearing Becca or not caring about what she had to say. "What's the endgame here? If I didn't already think so highly of you all, I would say you were trying to make me look bad."
“Of course not, Captain Stevens,” Becca said. “Nothing like that. We just like to get a jump on our duties. Besides, your responsibilities really begin when we’re in the air.”
“Right! That’s exactly right. I knew I liked you for a reason. And anyhow, it’s not like I was just playing with my dick or anything, you know? I was getting to know our new pilot here. Good enough reason as any, wouldn’t you say?”
The dick comment was something I would have flinched at several years ago, back when I had first begun my job in the sky. At this point, though, it didn't do anything to me at all. I was used to the often chauvinistic comments of the pilots, and the other girls were, too. It was part of the job, and a part I was mostly at peace with.