by Dani Lovell
The lighting is currently low, creating a cosy ambience.
“It’s spacious but seats quite a few people, I like it.”
“Beyond the door is another bathroom and a storage area for luggage and hanging garments.”
“Wow, very cool.”
Sebastian suggests we sit on the couch and as we do, he takes his cell from his pocket and calls to order Chinese food from a restaurant he knows locally.
He leaves me sitting, having made the call, and casually walks into the kitchen galley area to get two glasses and opens a bottle of red wine.
“Wine?” he asks, strolling back towards me.
“A glass would be lovely, thank you. So are you getting a lot of interest in this new jet?”
“Yes, we have a few charters booked.”
“And what’s the range like? Does it travel far without being refueled?”
He smiles, clearly in his element. “With eight passengers and four crew, travelling at a long-range cruise speed of Mach point-eight-five, it could travel seven thousand nautical miles, depending on the ATC routing, operating speed, weather etc. An LAX to London flight would be doable.”
“That’s fantastic. I presume you didn’t buy this new?”
“No, it was very nearly new though, so it worked out to be beneficial, financially.”
“Sebastian, you didn’t start this company up from scratch, did you? It seems so… well established.”
“Oh no, I had known the former company CEO personally, and had taken a great interest in his business for many years. He was a key mentor in my life. As soon as I heard that he was looking for someone to take over, I immediately got talking with the bank and that was that. I’ve had it for about twelve years now, but having kept most of the original staff, I credit them with how well we all coped with the transition.
“I have an extremely competent and knowledgeable COO or president, who pretty much runs the company alongside me. He’s been here for over twenty five years.”
“That’s fascinating, Sebastian. Did you make many changes?”
“The company was already established professionally to an exceptional standard, so there wasn’t a whole lot to change, but I put a few stamps on it, here and there.”
“Do you still know the previous CEO? Was he the owner, too?”
“He was, yes, and he flew the jets, too. We were good friends for many, many years, but sadly he passed a few years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I whisper, genuinely as I rest a hand on his bicep. His expression unintentionally forlorn, I’m sure he hadn’t meant for me to see that, but he’s clearly very upset about this man’s death.
“Oh that’s okay, he was a very old man that lived a fabulous and exciting life. I’ll tell you all about him some time. He treated me like a son so my sadness is solely about how much I miss him being in my life – I should really try to shift that feeling and celebrate the incredible life he had. He was more than happy to go, when his time came.”
“He sounds like an incredible man, what was his name?”
“His name was Walter, and he was incredible.”
“Oh! Walter! From Walter Love Aviation? I just guessed that was your dad or something.” I say, referring to the name of Sebastian’s company, displayed in huge grey letters outside the hangar.
“As near as damn it Anyway, wine!” He says, his voice louder and a little livelier, an attempt to lighten the mood again, pouring the wine into the glasses.
“Mmm, yes, thank you.” I take the glass he offers and after he puts the bottle down on a coaster on the beautiful sideboard, we clink our glasses together, and toast to Walter.
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Our food was delivered to the G650 by somebody from the main office soon after we began drinking the wine, and we used the kitchen area to serve it onto plates. It is actually quite a lot of fun to camp out in a luxurious jet, even if it is standing still in the hangar with the door open.
We returned to the couch, slipped off our shoes and ate in comfort, talking non-stop about Walter’s fascinating life and Sebastian’s take-over of his company.
I tried to let Sebastian do most of the talking because I know that occasionally he has a tendency to clam up if asked too many questions about his private life. Maybe he’s been talking because he’s just getting used to me, maybe that was just a subject we’re allowed to talk about – who knows? But I’m happy to sit here and listen to his wonderful stories for as long as he’d like to talk about them.
When I first walked into the hangar, I found the whole place – and his demeanour – extremely sexy. Knowing that the aircraft in here are all here because of him, these people all have jobs because of him – any of these aircraft, he could hop into and fly – just like that, but listening to him talk now – hearing him speaking about Walter and how special this company was to him before he took over, how he took over – it’s still massively sexy of course, but now it’s also a hugely emotional and insightful look into the life of this big, bad, tattooed genius, and what helped shape him into this man.
Of course I’d like to delve deeper into his earlier life, his childhood and teenage years – his schooling etc. but I’m fearful for him to stop opening up, so I’m going to listen, and maybe broach those subjects at another time.
Once we become full, we leave our plates on the side in the kitchen, and refill our glasses, returning to the couch.
“It’s so comfortable in here. Now that you’ve brought me here, you’ve made me want to fly somewhere in this.”
“Well let’s do it!”
“Now?” I cry.
“No, no. Not now, but soon. I’ll take you somewhere in one of the smaller aircraft, and then maybe we’ll get someone else to fly us somewhere in this, so we can enjoy it together.”
“That seems a huge waste of resources, Sebastian.”
“Not at all, we could even take a group trip somewhere for the weekend – would that seem more viable to you?”
“Ooh…” I say, thinking it over, it sounds fantastic fun, but I wouldn’t want it to become our only way to travel, it would be far too expensive. “That does sounds fun… but I…”
“It won’t mean you’re being ostentatious, it’ll just mean you’re doing something fun. Relax.”
I smile. “Okay, let’s arrange something sometime.”
“Fantastic. Come,” he says, standing slowly and holding his hand out to me. “Let me show you my office.”
I take his hand and let him lead me to the front of the plane. He steps into the cockpit and seems immediately at home. I look around at the many buttons, screens and levers, and wonder how on earth they can remember what each and every one of them does.
The two main seats at the controls have fluffy covers, presumably for ass comfort, and everything else just looks so… technical.
“I just can’t imagine being able to control one of these things – it all looks so complicated.”
He laughs. “It might look it to you, but when you’ve been doing it for years, it’s not all that daunting, I promise.”
“I’ll leave the flying to you then, as much as I’d love to think I could be a pilot, I really don’t think I’d want to be. That is one thing I’ll let somebody do for me.”
“Like me?”
“If you’re flying me somewhere, then yes – of course, you.”
“I’ll fly you everywhere you need to go if you give me the chance.”
I giggle. “Sebastian, I’m more than happy to fly a commercial airliner and keep my department expenses at a low, thank you.”
“Aw come on – you know you’d get special rates.”
“Special rates will still be extortionate, Sebastian, and I may be pretty wealthy, but I refuse to throw money away, especially when it’s the company’s money. The cost of fuel would be great enough.”
“Okay, okay. Looks like my attempts to spend more time with you are ineffective. I’ll have to try other ways.”
“Ways that
don’t involve me chartering a private jet every week would probably get you further.”
“I’ll bear that in mind. You want to sit?” he asks, pointing towards the two seats.
“Sure, which one is your seat? Or do you pick and choose?”
He laughs again and glides his hand around my waist, tugging me against his side affectionately. “Mine is the left seat. The Captain or Pilot in Command sits on the left side of the aircraft, the First Officer sits on the right.”
“Oh okay, I’ve never really thought about that before but now I think about it, I recall that I only ever see the Captain on the left. Interesting.”
I climb over into the right hand seat and Sebastian follows, sitting in the left. I feel so enclosed, the sides of the aircraft feel so close, there doesn’t seem to be enough between me and –what would be – the sky.
“Seb, don’t you ever feel claustrophobic in here?”
“Never.”
I look at his face and an unexpected gush of arousal washes through my body. My God, he’s hot! Seeing him casually sitting there in his white t-shirt with those delightful tattoos on display, being so knowledgeable and confident; I think I could have this beautiful man in my life forever and never be bored.
“Seb?”
“Uh huh?” he asks, his face concentrating on mine and nothing else. My vagina twitches desperately.
“Take me.”
“Huh? Take you where?”
“To bed.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Quite, but less of the holy and more of the fuck.”
I’m immediately hurled from my seat and swiftly dragged through the aircraft to the very rear seat, where my dress is lifted and my body is seized frenziedly. It’s sublime.
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The remainder of the evening is spent right there, lounging on the carpet of the aircraft, semi-dressed, fully sated.
I feel so comfortable with him now, I don’t feel as though I’m constantly asking questions or doubting my actions as much, when I’m with him now I feel so… free.
We don’t leave the hangar until the early hours when it’s pretty empty, thankfully most of the staff in this part of the hangar left before the rampant session began.
An unspoken agreement takes us back to Sebastian’s home to sleep together, embraced in one another for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SUNDAY 5TH APRIL
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SUMMERS, TILLY
iMessage
Today 9:14
Hey, baby! How’s it going? Any developments with you and the Love machine? Are you still on for tomorrow night? Gemma has offered to have us all over to her house for a little anniversary party so that’s the plan. Please invite Seb for us, and tell him to ask Cole, too. Can’t wait to see you! Xx
~
I release my cell and roll over to stroke Sebastian’s warm, brawny back. I really could get used to this.
“Mmm, hey Lexie,” he mumbles with a thoroughly relaxed, gravelly morning tone, obviously enjoying my touch.
“Hey,” I whisper. “I had no idea what the time was, I never sleep this late.”
“It’s not that late, and we didn’t get back until early this morning. Did you need to be up for something in particular?” he asks, rolling onto his back and lifting his arm to snuggle me against his body.
He appears to feel comforted by this and I most certainly am; his affection is wonderful. “No, I’m just not used to lying in is all.”
“Okay, well we can get up if you’d like to?”
“I don’t mind, do you have plans today?”
“Nope, do you?”
“Uh uh.” I shake my head.
“Good, wanna make me happy and do something with me?”
I laugh, feeling overwhelmingly lustful towards him. “Sure, why not?”
“Excellent!” he says with excitement, making me feel truly wanted. I clutch his hand that sits on my chest with both of mine and gently massage it as I wriggle comfortably into his muscular body.
“That feels so good, baby,” he moans quietly as he looks down at our bodies together, half entangled in a crisp white sheet. “You know what I love?”
“What’s that?” I whisper, peaceful, relaxed and very much at home in his arms.
“Looking at your perfect, unblemished, tanned soft skin pressed up against my tarnished body.”
“Tarnished? I wouldn’t say that at all! Your skin is beautiful, covered in colours and art and individuality.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I like how I have changed my body, but next to your pureness, it looks so… rough. But I kinda like that.”
I look down at our sides plush against each other, and I feel it too. They’re opposite to the extreme, small, simple, plain… boring almost, next to huge, daring, courageous and lively. “Yeah, I see it. I find it very attractive, actually.”
“Me, too. Where one might see conflict on the outside, take the skin away, and there’s an unmistakable consistency; a harmony, a rapport; a compatibility I haven’t known before.”
He runs the fingertips of his free hand up and down the skin he focuses on tenderly as my insides turn to mush. I thought we were simply admiring the differences of our bodies, but it’s deeper, so much deeper, and it makes me wonder how his feelings towards me are developing. I don’t think of him as a guy trying to get into my panties anymore; I see him as somebody who might want a great deal more than that with me, and it’s something I will certainly think about, in depth, when I’m alone with my thoughts, because although I hadn’t considered him as a realistic relationship option for me, I’m starting to think that he could be the very thing I’ve been needing my entire life. A type of diversity I have never allowed into my realm.
“I feel like that, too, Seb. I haven’t felt so comfortable to talk or simply be with anyone, the way I can with you.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way, Lexie.” He cuddles me closely into him and kisses the top of my head as I stroke his back behind him, knowing he enjoys the affection.
I’m seeing a vulnerability, an almost child-like innocence and it’s yet another conflict to the big, strong, confident man you see when you begin to get to know him. I wonder how many others have seen or know of this side to him.
“Are you available tomorrow evening, Sebastian? I only ask because it’s Luke and Tilly’s anniversary and they’re having a small gathering at Tilly’s sister’s place. She asked me to ask if you’d like to come. She also told me to tell you to ask Cole.”
“Okay, and would you like me to come?”
I smile and squeeze his hand. “Of course I’d like you to come.”
“Well I’d love to, but only if I can come with you, as your date.”
“Seb, would you please accompany me to Luke and Tilly’s anniversary, as my date?” I ask, formerly.
“Why thank you, I’d love to. And I’ll let Cole know, too, see if he’s around.”
“Good,” I say with a giggle, and he joins me. “So… what now?”
“Would you like to work out?”
“Not especially.”
“Good, because I really don’t feel like that either. How about, I go grab the oil, grease up those kahunas and we have a little titty fucking fun before getting ready and heading out for some breakfast at the beach?”
I burst out laughing, sitting up and looking down at his cheeky face as I swat his firm belly. “Titty fucking fun?” I cry, not really having had any greasy breast action before, and trying to decipher whether or not he’s being serious.
“Titty, fucking, fun.” He says slowly and absolutely surely.
“Ah, what the heck – you’ve already made me enjoy porn, what’s a bit of titty fucking going to do?”
“And that, my sexy Lexie, is why I want you.” He sits up speedily and kisses me on the head, before jumping buoyantly out of bed, presumably to fetch the oil.
I sit back and wait for his return, avidly anticipating what’s nex
t.
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Having briefly stopped at my place to change clothes, we made it to Venice Beach before lunchtime, to enjoy a delicious late breakfast and some people watching.
I’m still grinning from ear to ear after the enthralling ‘titty fuck’ of this morning.
The simple thought of a penis being rammed between the boobs and simply ‘jerking off’ leaves little to be excited about, but what Seb introduced me to this morning, is something much more riveting, altogether.
Having greased my chest up himself, a very sensual and nipple-erecting act in itself, he had me sit on the edge of the bed as he positioned his extremely hard dick between my breasts.
As he flexed his hips, sliding himself up and down between my lubricated fun-bags as I held them together, pulling the skin back from his solid, rounded head, I merely watched, fascinated and hugely aroused as his tip pushed its way towards my face, over and over.
The temptation was overwhelming and I couldn’t resist pressing my chin to my chest and reaching out my tongue to let his end drive up and just into my lips.
His cries of enjoyment did it for me, and my juices were flowing without having even been touched. I moaned with him, fully relishing the feel of his nut sack rubbing and slapping against my sternum.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” I cried out, needing to feel his warm arousal shoot into my mouth.
“Oh God, oh fuck yes, Lex. You have no idea how fucking good this feels.”
“Oh - yes I do. Come for me, let me taste you.”
“Oh holy fucking jizz…” he shouted, and I managed not to laugh so he could shoot his hot, plentiful load all over my tongue, and that, he absolutely did.
