by Dani Lovell
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he says, as he removes the sandal from my other foot and begins on that one, too.
I don’t think I’ve ever let a man do this to me before, if someone I’ve been seeing has attempted to touch me in this way, I’ve shrugged him off and told him I’m perfectly capable of going to see my masseuse. Well, I may not have been quite so much of a bitch about it, but that would have been the gist of how it went down.
I moan quietly as he firmly presses the pads of his fingers into the tender flesh of my lower calf, in circular movements. He switches back to the other leg, slowly working up to my knee.
Having executed several sets of squats with the heaviest endurable weight for me, yesterday, the muscles around my knees are tender and in need of a little manipulation, so this really is heavenly.
Swapping from leg to leg to soothe my body, it’s only as he deliciously touches the skin above my knee, that I realise how inelegant this is. I’m wearing a summer dress with a man between my legs under my desk. I dread to think how this would look if someone entered my office right now, considering my desk faces the door. Not that that is a real concern because nobody comes in without notice and there’s no one here that would need me now, anyway.
As I try to bring myself around from the divinity, I feel one of his adroit hands slowly glide up my inner thigh. There’s no denying that this is a sensual movement, and although I might normally flinch or push the attention away, I really don’t want to. So I continue to indulge us both, and very slightly part my thighs.
I hear him gasp in the most masculine of fashions from underneath the desk where he hides, and I revel slightly in his surprise. Maybe he, too, expected me to spurn his advances, or at least vocalise my discomfort, but I think I like this.
I hear him shift as both hands touch me, slipping up the insides of both thighs, lightly. As he nears my panties, he detours, brushing the tops of my thighs and running back down the outer.
It’s immensely arousing and I sigh loudly as I slump lower in my chair and widen my legs further. I’m fully aware that my entire groinal region is on display to him, and I like it. If he were to just brush my panties, even slightly, I know I’ll beg for more.
I hear his deep growl as rough hair brushes the inside of my knee, confirming his intentions, exciting me infinitely. His fingers return to the tops of my inner thighs.
This time, he pushes them apart before sliding my floaty dress up to my hips. He moves his head forward slowly until I feel his nose press into me and run up the entire length of my gusset until it’s resting on the lace on my pubic bone.
He takes a long, deep inhalation, immediately moaning, and then licks my panties. I can feel his warm breath catch in the fabric and warm my flesh below.
His fingers instantly clutch the gusset at the side and yank it across to bare me, exposing my most intimate area in a millisecond. His tongue is there without hesitation and it feels incredible.
Hot, wet strokes lapping at my tender spot, creating those delicious internal spasms that take me to the special place of ecstasy. “Oh yes…” I groan quietly, deeply, desperately.
He mumbles something incoherently as he continues, becoming more frenzied in his technique, his lips creating a mind-blowing, warm suction.
I look down at my lap and see him there, and I watch as his face moves, his lips and tongue caressing me, and an even greater surge of arousal rushes through my body, knowing how much he’s enjoying this, seeing him doing this to pleasure me.
Then it hits me. This is the porno. Oh yes it is, I’m playing out a scene from a dirty, dirty porn movie, and it’s so freaking good!
“Unzip your pants,” I demand, my voice a quiet, seductive, dominant tone; a reflection of the arousal from my recent realisation.
“Mmm,” he moans, continuing to lap faster as he simultaneously reaches down to fiddle with his belt and jeans buttons.
When his body movement slows, I presume he has taken himself from his jeans. “Are you holding yourself?” I ask, breathlessly, still basking in the tongue action below.
“Uh huh.”
“Are you hard in your hand?”
“Very,” he says quickly, not allowing any time out.
“Good. Play with yourself, make yourself even harder.”
He groans again, loudly, and I see his body begin to jolt slightly as he starts to manipulate himself as he uses his mouth on me. It’s an entirely new situation for me, but a wholly arousing one that makes my mouth water. I want to feel him in my mouth while he’s hard like that.
Picturing and knowing what he’s doing to himself while he continuously builds my climax with his tongue becomes almost too much, and I have to stop myself coming on his tongue.
“Fuck me, Sebastian, get out and fuck me.”
He doesn’t argue, and immediately the skin between my legs is abandoned, wet and cold.
“On the desk,” he demands, and without question, I stand, pushing my chair backwards with my legs, and clamber up onto my desk turning to face the wall so my butt is facing the door, like in the movie.
He lifts my dress up and over my hips, pushing it up my back, pulls my panties down my thighs, and then speedily unzips the back of the dress, enabling me to slip the straps from my shoulders so my chest is free.
I’m not wearing a bra, this dress doesn’t require one, so apart from my dress ruched around my waist; I am bare-naked.
He pauses for a moment holding a butt cheek in each hand and breathes loudly as he admires what I’ve put on display for him.
“You know I like a view, baby, but god damn… I think this is my favourite yet.” He speaks slowly, his voice dark and contemplative.
I simply sigh lightly as I lower my chest, making my backside even more prominent. He almost wails before pushing my bottom down a little and guiding his throbbing heat into me, impatiently.
His hardness pushing deeply is so gratifying, it’s almost as if I’ve been yearning for it for months… years even. I feel like I’ve been deprived of one of life’s basic needs and it’s suddenly being gifted in abundance.
The feeling of his entire length pushing deeply and slowly into me is enough to make me have to hold back, not wanting this to end the minute it starts.
He moans loudly as he moves his hips forwards and backwards, increasing in speed, gliding in my tight wetness. The harder he pounds the better it feels, his sack smacking into my clit over and over again.
I cry out, pushing my butt further towards him to feel him hit that furthest spot inside, bringing it on again, only this time, I know I can’t stop it. It’s so strong, so overpowering, and it’s only just the beginning.
“Ah… Sebastian, it’s…”
“Yes Lex, I’m gonna fucking explode!” he shouts, desperately.
“Yes! Yes!” I cry, excitedly as I let go and allow the blissful waves to ride through my willing body, quickly reaching the sharp peak that makes any remaining composure tumble uselessly to the floor. I cry out again, loudly, forgetting where I am… or just not giving a shit – one or the other.
“Lexie!” Sebastian shouts, hoarsely, as he pushes deep and hard, slowing uncontrollably as his climax seizes all remaining energy. “Ugh!” he grunts, quietly, giving a last desperate jolt inside me, his still-hard shaft unmistakably pulsating into my sensitive flesh.
We remain in position, silently, as we come down from the acme. I pant, dazed, simply staring at the grain of the beautiful dark wood of my desk, feeling full and satiated.
“Alexia, I… you make me feel…you’re amazing,” Sebastian says, running his warm hands up and down my back, his length softening inside me.
“That was amazing, Seb.”
“Yeah, it really was.”
He slips out of me and I immediately climb down from my desk and rush to the bathroom to take care of matters. I realise at this point that we have gradually come to forget all about condoms, and I’m surprised that I’m so lax about that, given my ideas about
Sebastian’s colourful sexual past.
Clearly, somewhere deep down, I trust this man very much with my sexual health. I’m glad I have other contraceptive options already in place, children are not, and have never been – part of my life’s agenda.
As I emerge, my underwear back in place and my dress fastened and floating as it was designed to be, I smile at Sebastian as he tidies my desk a little.
“Don’t worry about that.”
He turns suddenly as if I’ve startled him. “I was just… tidying your pens…”
He steps towards me and gently wraps those wonderful hands around my waist, smiling perfectly. “I enjoy you so much.” He kisses me gently and then wraps me entirely in his arms, reducing me to a mound of swooning mush.
“I’m happy about that, because I really do enjoy you, too, Seb.”
“Good.”
We stand like this for a short while, I’m not sure what he’s feeling, but I’m savouring this rare comfort. He’s surprisingly affectionate in a non-sexual situation, as I have come to notice, and it really does enhance his already diverse character.
“I’d say it’s probably past lunch time now, wouldn’t you?” We slowly pull away from each other and I look at the clock on the wall, extremely surprised to see how late it is.
“Oh my, where does the time go? It’s a quarter to five!”
“Is it really?” he asks, shocked.
“Uh huh!”
“You must be so hungry, Lex, what would you like to do? Have an early dinner?”
“I’m okay actually, I can wait a little longer to have dinner at a more normal time, if you can?”
“Sure I can… in fact, I have a great idea – why don’t we get take out delivered and I’ll take you somewhere special?”
“Ooh, like where?” I ask, intrigued.
“Just a little place I know that I think you’ll like.”
“I’ll leave that to you, then. Sounds good.”
I’m curious as to what he has in mind but whatever it is, I’m excited, I mean – the guy broached the porn subject with me and made me enjoy it – I’m sure I’m going to like any other surprises he conjures up.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SATURDAY 4TH APRIL CONT.
He drives us in his car, a very smart, black Range Rover, for just over thirty-five minutes, chatting comfortably with me all the way. It isn’t until we begin to follow signs leading us into the security area, that I realise he’s taken me to Van Nuys Airport.
“Um… are you planning on taking me somewhere?”
He laughs, turning to look at me with one hand sexily on the wheel, the other reaching over to my thigh.
The deep early-evening sun creates a warm glow on his face, shining right through his sunglasses so I can see his blue eyes sparkle. “I’m not planning on flying you anywhere, no. I just thought it might be fun to come to the hangar, as we’ve been hanging out at your office today.”
“You know, Seb – I’d love to see the hangar, the only flights of yours I’ve been on from Van Nuys, have been ones I have driven up to.”
“Exactly, but while inside the hangar might be slightly interesting for you, what I really had in mind, was the new jet – the interior has been finished and I’m pretty excited about it. Wanna see?”
The guy can be so confusing. He’s open talking about himself and his job one minute, and then the next; he clams up and refuses to speak. It’s like we can only talk about him if he instigates it. He’s a conundrum. But right now, we’re allowed to talk about him – so I’m going to make the most of it, because I really am delighted to be here.
“Oh wow! That sounds great, thank you Sebastian.”
“You’re welcome, Alexia.”
“You know, you can emphasise my full name because I use yours, all you like – but you forget that I actually like you calling me by my full name, so it makes no difference to me.”
“Well, I don’t have anything against you calling me ‘Sebastian’, I just enjoy the moments when you feel you can be slightly less formal with me.”
“Using your full name doesn’t mean I’m being formal, it means I’m calling you by the name your parents gave you.”
He doesn’t respond, and my psychoanalysis of this could be completely unnecessary as - justifiably, we have been stopping to talk with security guards all the way over to the parking lot. He is probably just preoccupied.
Having pulled into the CEO spot out front, Seb walks me through the entrance, signing me in as and where necessary.
We walk into a section of offices before passing through a high security area, and into a large lounge area of the hangar. It is beautifully decorated and extremely exclusive. The dim, sexy lighting creates a relaxing ambience that I would very much appreciate, should I be waiting here for companions to arrive before travel.
He grips my hand and leads me towards a partition made of what appears to be glass panels, fronted with small, well-tendered trees. As we pass through a cleverly disguised opening in the attractive wall, what’s beyond suddenly becomes clearly visible.
He continues to hold my hand and walk through the huge, clean space, dark - save for a couple of aircraft with bright spotlights focusing on them as small teams dressed in overalls work around them.
The main hangar doors are open to the dimming evening, the reflection of the setting sun melting across the airport tarmac outside. There are a few aircraft parked up out there, too.
“Wow, Seb – you have a lot of jets.”
“We do, the other jets are at our alternative hangars around the States – but this is our main base.”
“So which one is the new one?” I ask, looking around at the impressive space, my sandals clicking on the shiny white floor.
“It’s that big baby over there,” he points to a larger aircraft at the far end of the hangar.
As we pass the other, smaller illuminated aircraft, Seb greets the staff working but doesn’t get into any lengthy conversations. The jet we’re heading to suddenly becomes lit, someone with controls somewhere is clearly watching to see where we are going.
“Wow, Seb, it’s a good looking jet.”
“It is isn’t it? It’s my new toy.”
“Have you flown it yet?”
“Yes, but it needed a little updating inside and I haven’t flown it since that was finished. I told Tilly I’d take her for a spin when it’s ready.”
“Oh yes, I remember, when we had dinner at ‘Gorge’?”
“That’s right.”
“She’ll enjoy that, will you really?”
“Of course! It’s not a big deal. As soon as I have an empty leg, I’ll be in touch.”
As we approach the elegant white jet, the fine grey accents complementing it perfectly, Sebastian leads me to its steps and holds out his arm for me to lead the way.
There are only a few steps built into the aircraft door, so my journey into the jet takes a couple of seconds, and when I enter, I smile at the grandeur of it all. It’s not a way I would choose to travel on a regular basis because it’s wholly unnecessary to spend that much money when one doesn’t need to, but it’s definitely a luxury worth experiencing at least once in your life, if at all possible.
I haven’t flown on a jet quite as luxurious as this one before, the small aircraft I have encountered have been pleasant but cramped, and I recall wondering why we couldn’t have spent a little less and travelled in upper on a passenger jet – but I do realise why, for business, sometimes it’s cheaper and much more convenient to travel privately.
This aircraft seems more for enjoyment than business, and that’s not something we would hire it for, unless Dad suddenly felt like throwing caution to the wind and having the family travel together for a vacation. That hasn’t happened yet.
The soft carpet is the first thing to catch my attention, clearly brand new and smelling divine, its greyish brown colour with light wiggly feature stripes running along it make it stand out a mile from the average, overly-
worn, heavy duty passenger jet carpet with old gum and dirt walked into it.
The feature wood within the large cabin is an extremely high gloss dark wood, it might even be coated with some sort of acrylic or something as it’s so incredibly shiny. Further down the aircraft, past this panelled aisle, I can see that the main aircraft walls and seats are a coordinating beige/white, blending impeccably with those wobbly lines in the carpet.
“This,” Seb says from behind me, pointing to our left and into the cockpit, “is my domain, we’ll come back to that if you want to. In front is a separate private area.” He shuffles around me so that he can guide me through the jet. I look into the private area, a fully walled cabin with its own door, containing one leather seat and a TV screen, presumably for someone needing to work or have time alone.
“There’s a bathroom right here,” he says, pointing to a door opposite the private area on our right, and he moves forwards into an impressive kitchenette. It could be that of a small apartment with beautiful brown granite-style countertops and stainless steel appliances.
“And then we’re into the main cabin area, here.” I walk in behind him and he steps to the side in the spacious area, giving me full view of the deluxe cabin. It’s bright and airy and extremely indulgent.
“It’s fabulous. It seems really wide, is it?”
“Two-point-five-nine metres.”
“And the windows seem much bigger that the average jet, too.”
“Uh huh, they’re seventy-one by fifty-two centimetres, and they’re positioned higher on the fuselage to maximise the view.”
I giggle. “You know your stuff, Seb, don’t you?”
He smiles. “I get excited by this information – plus, this aircraft has been a pretty ‘au courant’ matter here recently, having recently added it to the fleet and redesigned the interior.”
“I bet you’ve been like a kid in a candy store.”
He chuckles along with me. “Yep!”
“I can tell.”
I step forward into the first part of the cabin, 2 chairs on each wall, facing each other, and look further down to the next area, which has four seats to the right, two together, facing the other two, and to the left of them is an attractive sideboard. Beyond that, is a long couch on the left wall, and two more seats facing each other on the right. Behind is a partition wall with a T.V. and a cabin door.
