Meeting Dr. Feelgood

by Riley Baxter

  It looked as if he and the rude woman from the lobby were seatmates while his Gramps was sitting diagonally to them in the row ahead, beside a woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. His grandpa wore the biggest smile on his face delighted with his seatmate as he introduced himself to her, “How you do madam, my name is Harte and what’s yours?”

  Myles contemplated asking the woman sitting next to Gramps if she could switch seats with him but didn’t want to give the rude woman the satisfaction of knowing she’d rattled him. Plopping down in the chair, he decided to aggravate her. After all, why should he be the only frustrated party here?

  Kayla was still a little peeved from her exchange in the lobby with Mr. Mean and Sexy. Now, she couldn’t believe her luck as the asshole sat in the seat next to her.

  Rachel sat in the chair directly across the aisle and was settling in comfortably still seeming to be clueless about the tension brewing.

  Determined to ignore his ass on the flight, Kayla found he had other plans. As she sat up to ignore him and talk to Rachel, she noticed that his ignorant ass also sat up to block her view. Instead of her getting pissed, she decided merely to lean over practically into his lap and said, “Rachel, is this a glorious position or what?”

  Just then, the asshole under her shifted his position while grabbing more than just his shorts with the motion.

  Kayla’s eyes glided downward as she momentarily wondered, how can I cop a feel without being too obvious. Instead of acting on her thoughts, she tried to lift off his lap but was halted by his hands on her back. She looked up and found his blue eyes twinkling at her.

  “I think I might like you in this position better anyway,” he smirked.

  His deep purring voice caused her to pause as her heart began beating erratically.

  Rachel, watching the drama unfold between her friend and this mystery man, loudly expressed, “Damn baby, if she doesn't like that position I sure would, how much room you got over there for me?”

  Laughter broke out in the surrounding rows as the couple in front of Kayla and Myles peeked over their seat, and the man’s grandfather was laughing hysterically which again, caused his dentures to shift and push outward.

  This time, Kayla fought the laughter bubbling up in her throat.

  Mr. Panty Melter watched her seeming to know she was having difficulty with the notion. He whispered in her ear, “Laughing again could cause me to punish you, how daring are you feeling today?”

  Gasping, Kayla slowly raised up and whispered, “Baby if you only knew.” To Rachel, she said, “Girl, I ain’t got time for this shit, will you switch me seats? This is exactly why I asked you to book your seat when I booked mine, damn.”

  At the same time, the flight attendant was coming through for final checks and said, “Sorry, but seat changes are no longer allowed, as we’re heading down the runway for takeoff.”

  “Shit, it's about to be a long ass two-hour flight next to this asshole,” Kayla muttered to herself.

  Landing in Orlando two hours and some minutes later, Kayla felt sheer relief. The flight had been downright agonizing as she became convinced that the man seated beside her was trying to set her and her panties on fire. She also felt confident that he kept purposely taunting her throughout the flight, as he seemed to be stroking or adjusting himself, never once looking in her direction.

  Kayla tried her best not to rub up against, bump into, or touch the asshole on her way past him but her attempts became fruitless when he leaned upright as she neared the end of the seat. The movement caused her to look into those expressive blue eyes of his. What she saw in them caused her to stumble as he silently promised her long and sweaty nights if they ever met again.

  During the flight, Myles had secretly gotten a thorough view of every one of the rude woman’s expressions. And little did she know that his strokes and adjustments were made based on those images. Wanting another look at her, he purposely sat forward in his seat when the passengers started debarking the plane.

  Myles grinned with his mission accomplished feeling triumphant for getting the rude woman back. Although during the flight, he peeked at the woman. Again, struck by her beauty even when she was angry and this caused his attraction for her to increase despite her rudeness.

  He finally let her pass and catch up with her friend who was waiting at the seats in front of theirs. He had to take a moment to get himself together which didn’t go unnoticed by his grandfather.

  Grandpa Feelgood also sat in his chair for the same reason as he had enjoyed being a silent voyeur of the young woman seated beside him. He, himself had gotten racier with age. He slapped him on the back and said, “Myles you ain’t ready for all of that but stick with me, and you will be by the end of this trip. You know back in my day, I was quite lucky with the opposite sex.”

  Myles couldn’t help himself as he laughed loud and hard for the first time in nearly three months. “Come on Gramps, let’s go before we’re caught up in the next flight boarding madness.”

  Later that night, Myles allowed his mind to replay the image of the rude yet alluring woman he’d encountered earlier in the day. The recall of Ms. Rude…the name he was calling her since he didn’t know her name, would give him just the stimulation he needed to release the buildup and allow him to sleep soundly tonight. As he began to stroke himself, he remembered the woman who could pass for the thicker twin of Eva Marcille who happened to be one of his celebrity crushes. She was gorgeous. Her ass siting so perfectly on her body, making him want to reach out and grab it even in his mind’s eye.

  Baby girl was stacked in all the right places, and he knew just by looking, God, himself had blessed her with those assets. She also had the perfect child-bearing hips. Baby girl had it going on, and being on the thick side, she would be able to handle all he had to offer. The more he thought about the things he could do with a woman built like her, the more urgent his strokes became. And just as he was approaching his release a knock on the door sounded. “Damn it, just when I was about to…” he muttered to himself. He quickly put his dick in his pants and walked to the door.

  On the other side stood Grandpa Feelgood.

  “Gramps, I could have sworn that I saw you to your room and got you settled in for the night. What are you doing down here? You know our ship is set to board earlier than normal due to the forecasted weather.”

  Grandpa Feelgood huffed. “Shit boy, I’m a grown ass man, I don’t have to go to bed like a little ass kid or be made to stay in that boring ass room. Let’s go find us something to occupy us for the night.”

  Myles stared at his grandfather as if seeing him for the first time and wondered where on earth he came from. Every time he said something hip, he wondered just what he’d learned in his youth and he would have to ask him sometime. But right now, he needed to end this conversation. “Gramps, there is no way that you and I will ever be going to find anything other than a cheeseburger. So yeah, that is out of the question and not something you and I will do together for fun ever.”

  His grandpa laughed heading toward the mini bar while saying, “Hell, back in my day, I had no problem with the ladies, and I could teach you a thing or two.”

  Feeling thoroughly scandalized by the way his grandfather was carrying on, he shook his head. “That is hard for me to fathom Gramps but uh, let’s not test out or try to dispute your theory. For the sake of argument, I’m just going to pretend that this discussion never happened. Why don’t you head on back to your room, and I’ll see you in the morning? I’m beat and don’t have time for your mess tonight.”

  Meanwhile, in a room just down the hall from Myles, Kayla and Rachel were discussing the day’s events as they sipped on their store-bought margaritas.

  Rachel decided it was high time to switch the conversation to a more exciting topic, “So, Kayla I saw how you were checking out that cool drink of water today. And what were you two doing all that whispering about? From the looks of it, I thought you were going to spontaneously comb
ust from all the heat radiating from you.”

  Kayla, who’d been trying to forget everything about the encounter shrugged. “Nothing was going on and you didn't see anything happening between us. If anything, you were about to witness a murder because I was about to kill his arrogant ass.”

  “Kayla Michelle Banks, I know good and damn well what I saw, and you are not about to convince me that I imagined your encounter with that sexy ass man.”

  Kayla sighed. “First off, did you HAVE to recite my entire name like that? What if the IRS was standing outside looking to haul my ass in for tax evasion? You pretty much told them that I was in here and to come and get my ass,” she joked.

  Growing frustrated with the elementary school conversation, Rachel gulped down the rest of her drink and stood up to grab another bottle. “Stop bullshitting then Kayla, come clean with me. You wanted to stroke his dick in that seat, didn’t you?”

  In truth, Kayla was imagining herself in a naked lap dance with the man but proceeded to try and clean it up for Rachel. “Ok girl, you got me there, but I will say that stroking his dick would have been child’s play compared to what I wanted to do with him in that seat. Other passengers be damned. But his disrespectful ass rubbed me the wrong way, so he couldn’t sniff my pussy, let alone know how it purrs when hit at the right angle.”

  Both women laughed hysterically while slapping high fives. But inside, Kayla was fantasizing about just how his dick might have worked in the confines of that seat.

  Rachel, on the other hand, was probably pondering who she might run into on this cruise to make her trip more interesting.

  “Alright girl, let’s turn in for the night, we need to head to the cruise terminal early due to them anticipating possible inclement weather,” Kayla said while approaching her bed.

  Drifting off, Kayla wondered if she would ever in fact meet a man as sexy as Mr. Arrogant Panty Melter on the cruise. She doubted it. The man had been eye candy perfection and sex on a stick too. Oh well, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

  ~Chapter Two~

  Kayla jumped up the next morning and immediately searched for the clock, sensing they were going to be running late for the shuttle to the port. “Rachel, where are you? We’re going to be late, why did you let me oversleep?” She would never admit that she slept harder, due to not wanting to wake up from the erotic dream she was having about a particular asshole with expressive blue eyes.

  Rachel was coming from the bathroom. “Humph, you can blame your oversleeping on that dream you didn’t want to let go of. Your ass was moaning so loud that I had to get up and look under your covers in the middle of the night to see if somehow that man got smuggled in here in your pussy from that airplane. Now get your pussy soaked ass up out of that bed and let’s go, Kayla. Adventure awaits.”

  Kayla felt so stunned and completely shocked that her inner conscious couldn’t chase her dream’s orgasm without alerting Rachel. Just then, her cell blasted a familiar ringtone set for her sisters, “I got all my sisters with me!” Grabbing the phone, Kayla looked to see Caressa’s face on the screen. “Hey, Sis, have you guys made it to the port?”

  Collective yells from the background roared into the phone. “YES, we’re here, where are you and Rachel?”

  Laughing, Kayla replied, “We’re still in process, I got a late start, but Rachel is dressed and ready to go. We should be leaving the hotel within the next forty minutes. Can’t wait for our reunion.”

  Jocelyn yelled from the background, “Well shake a leg, we got margaritas calling our names,” before promptly hanging up.

  Roughly, thirty minutes later Kayla and Rachel were exiting their room heading towards the elevator. Kayla was distracted by a message on her phone and ran smack into a wall which knocked her flat on her ass.

  “Shit,”someone muttered above her head. “I’m so sorry Sweetness, you and I seem to be having the worst encounters.”

  Kayla still stunned from the fall and pondering how to secretly rub her ass, she looked up to see not only the older gentleman from the plane but his asshole of a grandson who instead of offering assistance chose that exact moment to snicker in his attempt to keep from flat out laughing. “I’m glad that my fall has caused you to confirm your asshole ways, you bastard. Why don’t you get your ass down the hall and let a real man come along to assist me in standing.”

  Rachel who had progressed further down the hall turned around at the sound of Kayla’s voice, gasped and ran back towards her sister. “Kayla are you ok, what the hell happened?”

  Coming to her feet and feeling the sting of her ass and the reddening of her face Kayla replied, “No worries Sis, my ass is fine or should I say it will be once I find someone to ease the burn later.”

  The older man tried to be the peacemaker. “This was my fault really, I would certainly buy you a round of drinks if you were going on the cruise we’re rushing off to.”

  “Uh—uh, you’re taking a c-cruise?” Kayla stammered out. NO! It couldn’t be.

  “We are heading to the port at this moment bound for the Carnival Magic,” the old man happily replied.

  Kayla’s mouth dropped open at his response. The statement made her instantly lose her otherwise healthy appetite. Luck is not on my damn side.

  Sensing that there might be a problem, Mr. Arrogance asked, “Why such an ill-mannered reaction lady? Although you seem to be full of rudeness in so many ways.”

  Rachel, now seemed to feel the need to intervene between this Tyson vs. Holyfield potential battle. “Well, we too, are heading to the cruise port to board the Carnival Magic.”

  Kayla refusing to acknowledge what must be a twisted joke on her walked away leaving nothing but an attitude shit storm in her wake.

  The hot but rude asshole turned to Rachel. “You might want to tell your friend to adjust that attitude of hers, or it's going to be one long ass cruise when we bump into each other.”

  At his response, Rachel was able to see a glimpse of the asshole Kayla referred to when talking about him, and she too, walked away.

  Checking in at the port was much more relaxed and drama free than the past 24 hours for Kayla and Rachel. Once they were checked in and given their room keys, they set out in the vast waiting room in search of their girls. Huddled in the corner of the large room, Rachel spotted Jocelyn, Caressa, and Reia with what appeared to be a water bottle pouring something clear into plastic cups.

  Rachel’s attempts to sneak up on the trio proved to be fruitless as Kayla shouted, “Heyyyyyy Sisters.”

  All five women hugged each other like they hadn’t seen each other in years. It had only been about six months ago when they went to support Jocelyn as she delivered her son JJ. Reia, Caressa, and Jocelyn who got tired of living in Ohio moved to Florida once they finished college. Reia and Jocelyn were related by marriage, Caressa was dating Jocelyn’s brother, so it also allowed the three of them to see each other regularly.

  Reia asked, “So Sisters, where are your rooms located? Because I specifically asked that we all be on the same floor when I set up our bookings.”

  Although they were extremely close, all five women wanted to have the real vacation experience and had chosen to have separate balcony rooms. They wanted to have an opportunity to have their own space as Reia and Jocelyn were married as well as mothers. Caressa and Jocelyn’s brother Brian had been dating for two years and recently began living together.

  Rachel and Kayla just wanted the space to enjoy some much-needed alone time or have an opportunity to bring a guy to their room. After confirming that they were all on the same floor, the plastic cups were again brought out by Caressa.

  Kayla had been in her room for about an hour trying to get her mind right after kicking off the cruise with a bang, courtesy of her sisters and their smuggled drinks. Luckily, she hadn’t run into Mr. Sexy Asshole or his accident prone grandfather. If she escaped this entire seven-day cruise without seeing the two of them, she would be grateful. But something in her mind told her s
he was about to be in for it. Deciding to explore the ship and all its amenities, she grabbed her camera and headed for the door.

  She’d already changed into a comfortable t-shirt dress that hugged her in all the right places and courtesy of her thong, she had no panty line to worry about.

  I think I’ll check out the gym and steam room. I could use a little downtime as we head towards international waters.

  Before getting to the gym, she walked around checking out the amenities and restaurants the ship had to offer. She took note of the various eateries she wanted to try while onboard. Her first stop would be Guy’s Burgers. As she stared at the delicious looking burgers being plated, she couldn’t help but stare as her mouth started to water. “Man, I’m gonna need to work out hard when this vacation ends,” she complained to herself. That thought alone sparked her interest in checking out the ship’s gym facilities. “I sure hope they have enough equipment, fighting for use will cause me to find excuses not to show up.” She chuckled.

  Thankfully, she didn’t run into her sisters or the two male objects of her annoyance. She heard several catcalls and hard stares along her trek to the gym, but otherwise, it was an uneventful journey. Opening the door, she noticed that the gym was a nice size, but her current focus was the steam room, and it was where her feet took her.

  Entering the steam room and finding it empty, she decided to make herself comfortable as she removed her t-shirt dress then wrapped a towel around her body. Laying another towel down on the bench, she prepared to allow the heat to calm her. After just a few moments, she fell to sleep.

  “No worries Sis, my ass is fine or should I say it will be once I find someone to ease the burn later.”

  Myles’s dick had instantly hardened from the image her words had produced and swallowed his spit too quickly which caused him to choke uncontrollably. So, he couldn’t seem to move to help her up from the floor.