by Dani Lovell
"Yes, that's what I meant and I think you knew that."
"How about you? I assume that there's no Mr. Hart, as you're not wearing a wedding ring and I've been calling you Miss Hart for the last two hours. You haven't corrected me yet."
"You assume correctly, Mr. Berkeley."
"Boyfriend?"
"Not currently," I replied. "You?"
"Not at the moment, but my preference is for women, so I think it unlikely that I'll have one of those in the near future." Bingo.
I rolled my eyes at him, even though I was thoroughly enjoying our banter. "You do like to play with me Berkeley, don't you?"
His eyes sparkled. "Oh, I'd love to play with you, Hart, was that an invitation?" Whoa! Down boy!
"It most certainly was not. Well, not if you don't answer the question, anyway," I grinned salaciously. I could see he was getting a little hot under the collar, but the naughty woman inside me just couldn't stop encouraging the poor man. Not now I know he's available for fun.
"Beatrice, fortunately, I don't have a girlfriend right now."
"Fortunately?"
"Very fortunately."
"You're not keen on having a girlfriend?"
"Oh, I am, but when I meet a beautiful, intriguing young woman like you, I prefer not to have one."
"Um, do you know where I can find a bucket?" I giggled.
"Hey!" he chuckled as he played wounded with the cutest, sexiest pout I have ever seen. Swoon.
I stroked his knee in mock sympathy. I can only imagine what his knees look like, outside of his clothes, I bet they're hot too. Oh come off it, Bea, seriously? Since when have you found knees sexy? God, I think I'd find this man's grunion sexy."You know, Mr. Berkeley, I don't think I'll have any more to drink, I don't want to get into trouble on an aeroplane."
"Very wise, Miss Hart, very wise indeed. Would you like to return to your seat? I'd love to join you, I am thoroughly enjoying your company."
"That would be very nice, thank you."
Sitting for a while and consuming a few of glasses of bubbly at thirty thousand feet, does something to a little human like me. As I stood, I wobbled, trying to get my balance, and before I knew it, he had grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his hard body. Jesus Christ, I could have had an orgasm, right there and then. I could feel that I was having a similar effect on him, by the large, hard bulge pressing into my stomach. As we paused briefly, I capriciously placed my hands on his hips and moved my body against his, ever so slightly. The sensation running through me was incredible, I wanted him so badly.
"Miss Hart, do you think we could wait here for a moment longer?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" I asked, knowing exactly what the problem was.
"Other than the huge tent you've just pitched in my front yard? No."
What? I looked at him, slightly confused. When he leaned back and glanced down, I immediately realised what the term 'pitching a tent' meant, and grinned at the terminology. "Ah, I see. I do apologise, that was rather an 'awkward' place for me to pitch up," I smirked, this was very entertaining. I decided to be forward, highly unlike me but hell, I'd had a few drinks and I'll never see the man again. "Berkeley, can I be frank?"
"Of course, Hart," he looked intrigued.
"You're, um, smoking hot. I have an uncontrollable urge to kiss you right now, however, I'm not sure that would do much to help the camping situation in your trousers."
He chuckled, contagiously. "That was definitely, frank, Beatrice. But you're right, if we were to act on that, I fear we'd be stuck here until landing. I'd like to get back to your seat so I can tell you what else I'd like to do to you."
My knees almost gave way, I so needed to hear what that was, torturous as it may be. This was so hot, this situation was just so, so hot. The idea of fucking this man in a public toilet was becoming increasingly acceptable. It's disgusting and I wouldn't but... oh, how I wanted to. Why don't they have some 'mile high bedroom' for this sort of situation? Fuck. If only.
"Here, hold my hands and stay close," I said, turning away from him and holding his hands at my sides so he was pressed up against my behind. It felt good.
"No one will notice it if we walk like this, besides, everyone will be engrossed in their TV or laptops by now."
We strolled up the aisle, hand in hand, giggling at our private joke. We passed Tilly's seat and I looked down to see if she was awake, but she was tucked up, fast asleep. The effects of the mega late night last night must have been catching up with her.
We arrived back at my seat after an amusing and terribly arousing stroll.
"Thank you, Beatrice, I think that worked."
"I think it did too. And call me Bea."
He leaned in towards me, his scent, intoxicating. Wow, he's so handsome. "So, Miss Hart, you were saying?"
"Yes, Mr. Berkeley, what was I saying?"
"Well, if memory serves correctly, you were telling me that I was - and I quote - 'smokin' hot', and that you had an uncontrollable urge to kiss me. How's that working out for ya?"
Good god, can I strip him here and now? Is that really illegal? I suddenly became unexpectedly shy, my cheeks blushing scarlet. Very strange considering I'd been quite the hussy, thus far. "Um..."
"Suddenly so shy, Beatrice?" His fingers reached for my chin and he gently pulled my face towards him. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
I glanced at his beautiful mouth, his lips full and ready. He closed the distance and our lips met. The tingle that ran from my fingers, through to my crotch and down to the tips of my toes combined with the wild fluttering in my belly, deliciously. Our tongues brushed against each other, sensually, and my hand found the soft hair on the back of his neck. I pulled his face into mine, deepening the pleasure, his stubble grazing the skin around my lips, it felt good, so... masculine.
His hand stroked the side of my face as our pace picked up, hot and heady. We were in our own world, my hands wrapped around his neck and I let out a quiet moan. More. I need more. I wanted him naked, between my legs. I needed to feel him touch me. I vaguely noticed the buttons at the front of my jeans pressing into me where I was squirming down into my chair, fruitlessly trying to ease the overwhelming pressure.
As a ping from the cabin interrupted us, we broke away from each other, breathlessly. I rested my forehead against his. "Fuck," I whispered, dazed.
"Fuck indeed. Bea, you are... wow."
"This is, um, not like me at all, must be the alcohol and altitude. I'm sorry." I giggled, nervously. God, I hope he doesn't think I'm a complete slag-bag.
"Please, don't be, this is turning out to be a very entertaining flight, my most entertaining yet, and I fly a lot..."
"So you don't do this often, then?"
"Make out with an especially hot stranger mid-flight? No."
His response made me smile, shyly. I was still hot, needing more, I didn't want to stop. "You haven't told me," I whispered.
He reached for my hand and started to play with my fingers, twisting them around his. It felt strange, good-strange, something you might do after a couple of dates though, not after brief tongue encounter with a stranger you just met on an aeroplane. "Haven't told you?" he asked.
I smiled coyly at him, and looked directly into his hot greeny-blue eyes. "Tell me what you'd like to do to me."
His eyes burned brightly, he wanted me and I'd made it perfectly clear that I wanted him too. The fact that neither of us was going to 'get' the other was totally irrelevant, this was just, oh-so-exciting. Outrageous flirting on the eleven and a half hour flight that, this time yesterday, I had no idea I would even be on, was wildly unexpected and very hot.
In a few hours, when we disembark at LAX, we'll both go our separate ways and never see each other again, which, although slightly depressing, makes this so much more electric. What I'm doing is so unlike me, so brazen, but I feel alive, sexy and carefree.
I wasn't sure if it was the unbelievably gorgeous specimen leaning into me, licking and ni
bbling my neck, the alcohol mixed with altitude or the effects of my earlier panic attack that turned me into this outrageously horny, sex pest - maybe a combination of all three - but whatever it was, I was loving it, and in a few short hours I'd be back to my normal, boring self. So I decided to damn well enjoy it while it could last. I'm starting my amazing holiday with a bang...Oh if only.
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We're ten hours into the flight and it won't be long until we start the decent into LAX. It has been, without a doubt, the most thrilling, exciting flight experience of my life and I do not want it to end. Usually, if I'm travelling alone, I'm crammed into a tiny seat, elbows nudging the smelly randomer next to me, counting down the minutes until a hideous landing. Not this time.
Since the very first moment that I set eyes on the centre-fold, stud-muffin that is Daniel Berkeley, I have been in a permanent state of arousal. When he talks to me, he makes me feel like I'm the only other person on the aircraft, his full attention on me.
He is a pro, I have to give him that, no girl has a chance when he sets his sights on her. He probably manages this with a different girl, every night of the week. Normally, that would bother me, but it doesn't today. This is a one off, sexually charged encounter on an aeroplane that I will never have again, and I'm loving every minute.
As I relax into my seat while Daniel has a 'bathroom break', I recall the moment he whispered in my ear between kisses, telling me all of the naughty things he wanted to do with me, and my stomach ties itself in knots for the millionth time. The buzz between my legs is almost unbearable. Holy fuck, I'm horny as hell.
I have hardly spoken to Tilly this whole flight. On a couple of occasions, I popped over to say 'hi', but she kept shooing me back to my seat to carry on cavorting with the god. She travels to her sisters a couple of times a year, so she's used to travelling alone. I think she's just revelling in the fact that she's sitting in this luxury. She donned the super sexy airline pjs and has eaten/drank/used, everything and anything that you don't usually get in economy.
I must remember to send a 'thank you' note to wonderful Uncle William. Without him, we'd be stuck in economy and I'd never have had my enthralling make-out session with Sexy Berkeley here. I'll leave that bit out of the note.
Daniel Berkeley strolls down the aisle, staring at me, smiling the sexiest 'I-want-you' smile I've ever seen. Whoa! There's that tingle again, god damn it. He stands in front of me, gazing down into my eyes. "You really are a beautiful woman, Beatrice."
Swoon. My cheeks blush. "Why, thank you, Daniel. You're pretty beautiful yourself."
He sits, smiling. "So can we meet up while you're in Los Angeles? Go for dinner maybe?"
Oh, please don't tempt me, it's a path to destruction. I must be strong! "Daniel, as much as I'd love for you to do all of those naughty things to me, this is just a bit of fun to pass the time until we land in LA. Nothing more. It'd only get complicated if we meet up."
"Well, that's a real shame, Bea. It's going to be hard, literally..." he winks as he continues, "to think that I'll never get to peel those sexy jeans down your legs, see your hot naked body, taste you..."Drooling...
"Hey! I think that's about as much of that talk as I can take."
He leans forward, taking my hands in his and I get a waft of his delicious smell again. "Kiss me," he says, his voice low, mellifluous. And it's not like he has to ask twice, I'm in there like my life depends on it. His tongue slowly joining mine, they move together, stroking, massaging, our lips parting further, allowing deeper access.
Picking up pace, it turns urgent, we can't taste the other enough, our teeth clash, an erotic, raw indication of our unsatisfied desire. Our hands searching, mine stroking his broad, muscular shoulders, his on my face and neck, trying to find some release from the agony of wanting.
"Fuck me," he whispers.
The whirlpool of electricity behind my pelvic bone is excruciating. Tingles run up my spine and through the soles of my feet, the goose bumps on my skin, painful. Every sensation craves release, I've never felt so powerless. I reach forward to touch him, there. He's hard, ready and...wow! He's a big boy! The fabric of his suit between our skin, an unwelcome barrier, the zip, an immense temptation. Should I? Could I?
"Whoa," he says as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the palm and presses it against his cheek, peering up at me. "If you continue to touch me, something will happen and I don't relish the thought of walking through LAX with a stain on my pants. I want to touch you though, baby, so badly. You couldn't have worn a skirt?" He shoots me a gorgeous, cheeky smile and I melt.
"If only I was!" I fan my face with my spare hand and look to the ceiling.
He holds my hands in front of him. "I'm going to have to sit back at my seat soon, ready for landing. Are you going to be ok while we land?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you. I'm surprised that there wasn't much turbulence during the flight, actually."
"Oh baby, there was, I just think you were a little pre-occupied to notice," he raises an eyebrow and smirks.
Is that what this was all about? Was he just pre-occupying me so that I wasn't afraid? I hope not, although, it did work, if that was his intention.
"If you need me, throw your hand back and I'll hold you."
"Thank you, I'll see how I go."
All too soon, hot-lips is back in his seat and we're approaching the runway. I'm surprised that I'm only a little tired, considering it's about three in the morning, GMT. I plan on getting to Gemmas house, unpacking and enjoying a cup of tea before heading straight to bed. It's about 7pm here so that should work out well.
The landing was smooth, and I managed to remain relatively calm. I raised my hand once as we were seconds from touching down, to search for Daniel's, which quickly swamped mine and held it firmly until the aircraft slowed. He's either really smooth, or actually quite compassionate. It's no odds to me either way, but, for the sake of the women of California, I hope it's the latter.
As everybody stands to retrieve their hand luggage, Daniel looks at me and smiles. "I suppose this is it."
"It was a pleasure to meet you, thank you so much for helping me with take-off and landing. And all the fun bits in the middle." I blush and smile, looking down at my toes.
"Beatrice, it was my pleasure, and I mean that sincerely. It seems such a shame that we have to say goodbye now. Shall we?" He holds out his hand to let me walk towards the exit ahead of him.
"Thank you."
When I get to the ramp, Tilly is waiting for me and we all stroll together towards passport control.
"Tilly, this is Daniel Berkeley, he was sitting behind me."
"Well hello there," she purrs with a cheeky wink. Oh my god, Tilly, did you have to?
"Daniel, this is one of my best friends, Tilly Burton."
"Miss Burton, a pleasure. Where are you two headed? I'd love to offer you a ride, if I can?"
"Thank you for the offer, but my brother-in-law is collecting us, so we're fine for a lift. You could always take my lovely friend, here, out for some dinner though?" Oh dear lord!
Before Daniel gets a chance to respond, I intersect. "Thank you Tilly, for your interference, but I'm sure Daniel is a very busy man, and I am quite tired, so would like to get settled at your sisters and go straight to bed."
"Suit yourself," she sniggers, and I glance at Daniel who is looking ahead with a smirk. God, how embarrassing.
As we approach passport control, Daniel stops. "Well, ladies, unfortunately we'll go through separate lines here. Miss Burton, it was a pleasure meeting you, I hope you enjoy your vacation. Miss Hart, could I have a quick word over here please, before I go?" He motions to an area at the side, away from the steady flow of passengers.
"Oh, of course. Tilly, could you wait here for a second?"
"No probs, enjoy!" she smirks.
Daniel takes my hand and ushers me to the side. "Bea, do you really have to go? I would love to take you for dinner."
"I'm afraid so, Daniel."
He rests his briefcase at his feet and leans back against the wall. Placing his hands gently on my hips, he tugs me slowly towards his taut body. Sparks fly, yet again, I swear my knees would buckle beneath me if he wasn't holding me against him. A hot flush engulfs my body. "At least let me have one last kiss before you disappear?"
"What about all of these people?"
"Fuck the people," he whispers with a grin, and reaches up to curl one hand around the back of my neck. He pulls my face towards his into a mind blowing, panty-dropping, hardcore snog. My arms wrap around his neck, wanting as much as I can get.
A small groan escapes his throat and it sends shivers down my spine. I feel the tingle all the way down there and the warmth starts to pool in my core. I want him so much. How can I feel this way about a man I only met a few hours ago? I want, more than anything, to agree to meet up with him in LA, but I know it will cause more harm than good. Unless, of course, he's shit in bed, and that would actually solve all of my problems. But I'm not letting it get that far, I'm on holiday. I need to tear myself away from this man and forever remember how exciting this flight to LA was, and leave it at that.
I've no idea how long we've been pressed up against the wall. I begin to realise where we are and slowly break away before airport staff have us removed.
He opens his stunning turquoise eyes and exhales loudly. "Whoa."
"Indeed. Thank you again, Daniel, for everything. I'm glad I met you."
"You too, Bea. Enjoy your vacation. I don't suppose you could arrange to be on all of my business flights? They will seem so terribly monotonous now."
"I'll do my best, although, sadly, I think it somewhat unlikely," I pout and step back, holding his hands.
"Beatrice, it is, unfortunately, time for us to go."
"Goodbye, Daniel."
He kisses my hand and I take one last look into those beautiful eyes before turning to walk back to Tilly. He strolls down towards passport control and looks back once before he's gone.
