Stealing Her Heart

“We already did. It was an express line.”

“But I never saw any line. All we did was walk through that detector thing. I didn’t even have to take off my shoes or anything.”

“Why would you have to take off your shoes?” Now I feel like the one learning new things about how the other half lives.

Then, as if buying a ticket at the counter wasn’t amazing enough for the girl who said that the one time she flew, she spent weeks looking for a discount ticket online, we board before everyone else. When she sees the first class area, Hailey finally explodes.

“How can you possibly afford this? She’s motioning at our two seats, which are grouped together, but still have plenty of space between them so as to feel spacious. Not only that, but they’re secluded from the other pairs of seats by partitions in the front and back, and a curtain that we can close later.

“This isn’t even one of the nicer first class sections I’ve been in. On some of the international flights, you get your own bathroom.”

“Your own bathroom?” Hailey is so startled that she takes the champagne offered to us by a flight attendant without a word, draining half the glass in one gulp. “This has to be a dream. We only met this morning, and now we’re flying to Hawaii. First class

!”

More champagne flows, and after forty-five minutes of waiting for the other passengers to board, we’re finally racing across the runway. Just before we lift into the air, the nose of the plane tilting upwards, Hailey reaches for my hand. Her fingers squeeze mine as she clenches her eyes shut. Yet another cute mannerism that I wish I could capture and save for a later day.

Once we’re in the air, she doesn’t let go of my hand. Not until our glasses are filled with champagne for a third time.

Hailey is definitely a little tipsy. It’s even going to my head a little. We’re both going on rather empty stomachs, a problem that will be remedied soon with in-flight service. Before then, I need to empty my bladder. When I stand, Hailey latches onto my wrist.

“Where are you going?” She looks down at her own fingers like they’ve betrayed her. “Sorry, I’m not usually so clingy. I guess I’m just a little worried that they’re going to figure out that I’m not supposed to be up here, and they’ll kick me down to economy before you get back.”

“You’re cute, you know that?” I say for what feels like the millionth time today. “I’ll be right back.”

She bites her lips as I leave, and I can’t help but look back once before I slide into the bathroom. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I wink. I don’t know why I do it. I didn’t mean it as any signal or anything. But it’s out there now for Hailey to interpret or ignore.

But just as I finish pissing, as I’m washing my hands, there’s a knock at the door. “I’ll be out in a moment,” I call out, but when I go to push the door open, Hailey shoves past me, her lips locking onto mine as she pulls me back into the bathroom. She locks the door behind us and pulls away only long enough to look around and say, “This place is bigger than my bathroom back home!”

Then her arms are wrapped around my neck again, our tongues clashing, her breasts squeezing against my chest.

“God, I just couldn’t wait any longer,” she manages to breathe out.

“Glad to hear it.”

My hands are rubbing along her back, and when I dive further south, grabbing her ass, she doesn't resist. Instead, she moans. Her kisses deepen. And she reaches down my pants. When her fingers close around my cock, they’re slightly cold, but there’s no way I’m pulling away from this. I press against her touch, feeling my dick slide through her tight grip. I only pull her away to drag her panties down her legs. A little lift of her skirt, and I have full access to her scrumptious pussy.

She keeps it tidy down there. Not shaved completely, but definitely trimmed and neat. She has perfect little pink lips that separate as I drag my finger up along her slit and pause at her clit. She groans and reaches for my wrist. “God, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t planning to.

I lift her right leg up on the top of the toilet. Then I press the tip of my cock against her pussy, my fingers still swirling around her cute clit. Before I even have a chance to press upwards, she slides down, taking my first few inches inside of her.

She gasps, and when I press all the way inside of her, I’m certain that she’s completely forgotten how to breathe. But soon enough she’s recovered that ability, for she’s panting as we press against each other.

Her hands are busy finding something to steady herself. And while I’m holding onto the sink with my left hand, my right never leaves her pussy. I can feel myself pushing in and out of her, her juices building up, her clit slippery under my fingers. When we hit a bit of turbulence, we nearly fall over, but we recover and quickly fall back into our rhythm.

“Don’ stop,” she begins chanting. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

And I can tell from the way her body’s tensing that she’s about to cum. And so am I. So, without any reason to hold back anymore, I hammer against her with all the speed I can muster. Keeping up with my cock are my fingers, which swish back and forth over her clit with reckless abandon.

Hailey cums first, her whole body tensing up as she attempts to push my hand away. But I’m just on the verge of exploding too, so I don’t slow down my pumping in and out of her. Even as her shrieks of pleasure threaten to alert the cabin crew to our current predicament, I unload inside of her, pressing deep in a final thrust.

Chapter 9

Hailey

I can’t stop thinking about how this day has led to me joining the mile-high club. After our fun in the sky, we’re finally landing in Hawaii, where we’re greeted with leis placed over our heads and a car waiting to sweep us over to the most prominent hotel on the island.