by J J Monroe
‘Just one?’ he says.
‘Why ask me? You fly with beautiful women all the time. You could have your pick of any of the girls here. They’ve admitted as much to me, and yet you never do, so what’s different about now, or is this just some elaborate ruse you’re playing to amuse yourself?’
‘It’s not a ruse, I promise,’ says Henry. ‘I wouldn’t trifle with a girl’s emotions in such a way. I may be many things, but I hope I am not cruel or callous. As for why now, that’s pretty easy to answer, and I assume nothing. We’re just bantering, but you may still change your mind because talk is cheap and I wouldn’t blame you since it could have grave consequences for your career.’
‘You’re not a screamer, are you?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘That’s not a definite answer. Any screaming could be a real problem here.’
‘It would be bad form,’ agrees Henry.
‘That was nicely avoided.’ I steer the conversation back in the direction I want it to head. ‘Why are you making this offer to me and why is it happening now?’
‘Do I really have to answer that question? Because it almost sounds like you’re fishing for compliments.’
‘What can I say? A girl needs an ego boost every once in a while.’
‘Even one as beautiful as you?’ asks Henry Hopper.
I blush. Such a simple yet eloquent sentence and it’s not a line, and now my heart is hammering against my chest. I really want this far too much.
‘I can’t work you out, Mr Henry Hopper. Are you really a player in disguise?’
‘You asked me before why I haven’t slept with any of your beautiful companions and the reason is very simple. I don’t mix business with pleasure.’
I frown.
‘The Atlantic is like my office,’ he explains. ‘I spend a lot of time up amongst the clouds and it would just be awkward, and who wants that?’
‘So what you’re hoping is that I get the sack or you never intend using this airline again, which will inevitably lead to me getting the sack anyway.’
‘No, I just can’t keep my eyes off you. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’
‘Now you’ve gone too far,’ I say by way of reproach but my body is starting to feel hot and heavy and very soon my mind is going to shut down and I’m not going to be able to resist, and screw the consequences. ‘You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?’
‘The question is do you want to find out?’ he asks.
The devil laughs and right there I know that I am going straight to hell, but I figure the ride could be a whole lot of fun.
‘I think the bathroom is that way,’ I say, nodding my head in the direction of the First Class cubicle.
‘I guess it’s game on, then,’ remarks Henry Hopper and just the thought of being locked in a confined space makes me go dizzy. I’ve got it bad. I’ve got it real bad. I feel nervous and giddy and suddenly I am transported to secondary school and behind the bike sheds with Jason Cooper. It brings a smile to my face. It’s definitely time to scratch that itch.
Chapter Six – Night Moves
I am asleep, drifting on a sea of erotica. Grabbing hands reach out for me. I am naked as the day I was born but I am not ashamed. They want me. I am a goddess. I see my own desire reflected in their eyes as they touch me. They shake and quiver. Their pupils flames with lust as they run their fingers over my smooth skin. Strange lips touch my flesh. Wandering hands knead my breasts, a head bows between my legs, easing my thighs apart so that my sex is revealed to the whole world. He presses his fingers to my lips, parting the folds of my skin, opening me up to the touch of his tongue. Burrowing, he finds my clit, his tongue hard and rough, and I begin to shudder at the sensation.
I open my eyes. The silence of the darkness is overwhelming. For a moment, I am lost and disorientated until I remember the night before and the hotel suite. As my eyes adjust I find him, sitting further down the enormous king-sized bed, propped up on one elbow, touching me. His finger brushes my skin, lightly tracing patterns on my thigh. It rises higher, crossing the top of my thigh and heading towards a forbidden destination, but just when I think life is going to get interesting his finger drifts away, wandering back down my thigh.
‘Did I wake you?’ he asks in the darkness.
‘It’s fine,’ I whisper.
‘If you want me to stop I’ll stop,’ he replies. ‘I can’t sleep. I think it has something to do with sharing my bed with a goddess.’
In the darkness he can’t see me blush. ‘I take it you’ve not woken me to talk?’ I ask, emboldened by desire.
I hear him chuckle and he murmurs, ‘This can’t end well.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘I think you’ll be the death of me.’
‘You seemed pretty fit last night,’ I say, recalling the night’s earlier adventures. The recollections bring a smile to my face.
His finger creeps higher and higher up my thigh and I wait with anticipation for him to invade me. His finger comes to a stop on the top of my buttock and I sigh, a subtle hint for him to continue.
‘Roll over onto your stomach,’ he whispers.
‘Why?’ The question leaps out from my lips before I can stop it.
‘I want to pleasure you,’ he replies. ‘You know, you’re going to have to trust me.’
‘Trust is earned,’ I remind him.
‘Haven’t I built up credit from last night?’ he asks. It is a good point well argued.
I roll over onto my stomach. ‘Nothing freaky, I’m a good girl.’
I feel the bed move as Henry adjusts his position and then the heat of his body is close by.
‘Don’t worry,’ he whispers and plants a kiss on my neck. ‘I’m a good boy too.’
‘That’s a shame,’ I murmur.
He rests his hand on my buttock. It is hot, and instantly my nerve endings are fizzing in anticipation. How can it be that he affects me so? I am not a virgin. I have been here before, yet with him it is different and, despite my protestations, I do trust him, which is quite ridiculous, seeing as I have known him just a few short hours. He traces lines on my buttocks and I breathe in. His touch is feather-light, the gentle caress of a lover who seemingly has all the time in the world. I feel the butterflies start to waken in my stomach. He leans and kisses the small of my back, his lips warm and wet. His tongue traces a line from the small of my back along the dent of my spine up to my shoulder blade and I sigh audibly. As he leans over me I feel him rub against my skin, feel him visibly grow and harden as our bodies touch, feel his desire go from zero to monumental in seconds. Am I really that desirable? A finger brushes my buttocks and then slips between them, the gentlest of touches, brushing over the lips of my pussy and a smile crosses my face. Now we are getting down to business. As his finger brushes my sex again I press back against him and he slips it inside as I feel the wetness begin to build and a heady cocktail of lust and desire begins to build and spiral inside me. I feel the pressure of desire begin to build rapidly and soon I will be a slave to it entirely, unable to think or focus on anything else but the desperate need for release from this torment. His finger slides deeper into me and I arch my groin to drive him in further still but, despite my obvious need, his finger slides wickedly out of me, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled and stretched to the very limits of my being.
‘That’s just not fair,’ I whisper, turning my head to meet him. He doesn’t find my lips, instead focusing on the nape of my neck, placing his hands either side of my body and straddling me, his body now inches from mine, his cock hard and insistent, pressing into my back. Little by little his lips work their way down the length of my body: my shoulders, then lower, his lips brushing the edges of my breasts before continuing their downward journey. With each kiss from his lips the pressure and yearning grows and grows and the tickling in my stomach becomes a full-on aching. I can’t take this. I need to be filled and ridden hard to drive this ecstasy
out of me. Only then will I be released from this addiction. How quickly it has taken hold, reducing me to this quivering, sex-obsessed wreck. More addictive than crack, I desire this boy’s semen exploding into my cunt and I desire it now.
‘Stop this madness!’ I moan. ‘I need you in me now.’
‘Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?’ he replies before sinking lower and tasting me. He is hungry for me, his tongue playful yet controlling, strong yet sensual, working my love pearl like a Vegas pro. I groan and sigh; as instinct takes over I am fighting to stay in control of my body. Like a shark emerging from the depths I am powerless before him. Resistance is futile. Give in to the desire. Descend into oblivion and give yourself over completely to the Henry Hopper pleasure principle.
Between his tongue and his finger I am completely at his mercy. I feel the contractions hit, feel the world explode, and all I can do is give myself wholly to the ‘O’ Train rushing through me. Next stop Euphoria on the Pleasure Line.
The pillow masks my screams of ecstasy and I pray the walls are thick enough not to wake the neighbours. Panting and sated I lie, still feeling the ebb and flow of my orgasm, wondering if I have the energy to even turn over and thank my knight of the darkness. But the night is not yet over and the dark knight has even more wondrous plans. I hear the rip in the darkness and then, magically, I feel the head of his majestic cock press against the lips of my pussy, pushing through, sliding further inside me, stretching and filling me until he is pressed right up to the hilt. I smile and sigh and murmur my appreciation. Lazily, like we are just waking from a deep sleep on a sunny Sunday morning, he slips back out of me until the head of his cock is just nudging the lips of my sex. Masterfully, he holds himself there and the yearning that has so recently been sated builds all over again. The butterflies are calling once more. Without warning, he thrusts deep inside me and the shock of his sudden and swift invasion sucks the breath from my lungs. I gasp and quiver and he thrusts again and again and I cling on like a rodeo rider, pushing against his cock, driving him deeper inside me.
Arching my body, I reach between my legs and start to rub, biting my tongue at the exquisite pleasure this night is bringing. Harder and harder he thrusts, harder and harder I rub until I am certain I will ignite. I can smell the sweat of his body, smell the intoxicating scent of his musk and my own scent mixed together. His hands reach for my buttocks, dragging me back against him, allowing him to thrust even deeper into my core. I love this feeling of being dominated, of being stretched to the limit of my endurance. My pussy starts to smoulder as my clit ignites and the flames scorch through me. They engulf us both as our passion is all-consuming. I feel his desires building to the point of no return and as my pussy starts to contract I clench hard and feel Henry explode inside me. Again and again his seed rushes from his body and a part of me is sad that I cannot feel him gushing against the walls of my cunt, but there is always tomorrow and the next day.
Sinking down onto the pillow, I feel him still inside me and the closeness between us warms my heart. As he lies above me I consider that this is what love is. I am falling fast and I am falling hard. What if? I don’t want to think those thoughts so I blink them away and enjoy the bliss, letting it sweep over me, enjoying the sound of my lover’s heart crashing against me.
I awake dreamily. I am Cinderella after the ball with all the time in the world to enjoy my perfect present. Sunlight is streaming in through a chink in the curtains, and as I stretch lazily and look over he is not there. Sudden panic strikes like a knife to the heart. He is gone and the dream is shattered; such fragile things are dreams. Looking around the room for clues settles my nerves. His jeans remain hanging off the back of the chair where he left them last night. A further search reveals my lingerie strewn across the floor. Crime scene investigators would have a ball. And then the final clue to the disappearance of my newly found love. The shower is running and an image of him soaping down that magnificent torso starts to take shape in my head, then the slut in me takes over.
Pulling back the covers, I stretch again and walk across the luxurious deep carpet, stretching out my toes to get the full sensation. Unlocking my case, I locate my wash bag and carry on my journey into the en suite. Pulling up the toilet seat, I sit down and enjoy the floor show. Standing beneath the giant shower head, my Adonis has his back to me revealing the full wonder of those tight, firm buttocks and lean torso as he raises his face to the torrent of water blasting him full in the face.
Flushing the toilet, I wash my hands and reach for my toothbrush as I consider my next move. It brings a wicked smile to my face. Keep it fresh and keep it interesting to ensure the spark lingers, otherwise a relationship withers and dies. Relationships and flowers, they are not so very different, really.
He reacts as I touch his arm, turning his face away from the waterfall and blinking through the drops to look at me.
‘Hi,’ he murmurs.
‘Hello, gorgeous,’ I reply and reach out to kiss him lightly.
The sight of my naked body causes him to react involuntarily. He encloses me in those strong, powerful arms, returning my kiss with interest. As we trade kisses under a waterfall of steam my hands wander, touching his chest, tracing the outline of his pectorals, before slinking lower until I find him, proud and rigid and pressing against my belly. Closing my fingers around the length of his shaft, I feel him shudder through my fingertips and it feels magical. The power I have to control him is truly special. Right there I want him to take me in the shower, to pound me again and again, but that is selfish thinking and I am more than that. And after what I have planned Henry Hopper will be eternally grateful. So, breaking off from our kiss, I look him straight in the eye and lick my lips very slowly before dropping down onto one knee, which is not so easy with the water pounding me. I stroke and massage him, tightening my grip around his shaft. He leans back and closes his eyes briefly before opening them again.
‘You don’t have to,’ murmurs Henry.
‘I know,’ I say. ‘I want to.’ Being good is fine but sometimes a girl needs to be really bad. With every stroke of his cock I feel his desire starting to rage and soon the beast will take over and desire will cloud out every other rational thought. With one final lick of my lips I take him into my mouth and try not to gag. He is, after all, a big boy. I hear him gasp and feel him shudder as I start to suck. His hands stroke my hair, massage my head, before it becomes too much for him and I suck harder and harder still as I feel him twitch and shudder. Almost immediately he comes hard, exploding hot, salty come against the back of my throat. He quivers and explodes again, and as he starts to soften I release my hold on him and swallow his love load down. What would my mother say?
I sit bundled up in a complimentary robe, watching Henry butter a croissant. ‘So what is this?’ I ask.
‘This is a croissant,’ he replies. ‘I’m surprised that you don’t know what it is.’
‘Not that, silly. What is this – and you know what I’m talking about?’
‘You want to have this conversation already?’ he asks.
‘I’m a big girl,’ I say. ‘I think I can handle it. If this is just a one-night thing then OK, but I’d like to know just the same.’
‘Do you want it to be just a one-night thing?’ he asks, pouring orange juice for the two of us.
‘I want you to answer the question and tell me what you think this is.’
‘I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,’ he says.
‘That’s great. Now you’re quoting Casablanca!’
‘I thought I was going to get away with that one,’ he remarks.
‘No,’ I say, shaking my head.
‘I think you are a remarkable woman,’ says Henry Hopper. ‘I would really like to get to know you better so, no, in my mind this isn’t a one-night stand, but in the cold light of day I don’t know what you think this is.’
‘You have to ask me that after the shower?’
‘True,’ he muses. �
�So, how are you fixed for today? When do you have to fly again?’
‘I have a couple of days. What were you thinking?’
‘I have a couple of meetings that I have to attend, but I’m really hoping we can meet later. I’m thinking dinner and a show maybe?’
‘OK,’ I say.
‘You’re welcome to hang out here if you’d like to, or head out. There’s a killer gym downstairs and the pool’s not bad.’
‘I could be tempted.’ The offer to stay throws up a million different possibilities, all of them filthy, but I am also acutely aware that I have an article to write and my career as a flight stewardess has now run its course, but there is something that has piqued my curiosity. ‘I’ll stay, if that’s all right.’
‘It’s perfect,’ says Henry with a smile.
‘I do have a question.’
‘Fire away,’ he says.
‘All these good deeds that you do, how come no one knows about it?’
‘I don’t follow you.’
‘The good deeds. The girl at the airport, the girls on the plane, they all have stories to tell about you, so how come the press doesn’t know?’
‘It’s none of their business.’
‘But these are good deeds that you do. Why not share them?’
‘It’s not for me to tell the press. I don’t do it for fame or recognition. In fact, that’s the very last thing I want. I have my reasons for doing what I do, but they’re personal, and I’m not intending on discussing them.’
‘Not even with me?’
‘We’ve only just met,’ he replies and while his tone is not aggressive, there is a hint of steel that says the matter is now closed.
‘I was just asking, that’s all,’ I reply, holding a hand up in deference. ‘I think it’s amazing what you do.’
‘It’s not really,’ he replies. ‘I’m merely in a position to be able to help. Others do a lot more than me with a lot less money. You do what you think is right. I’m guided by my conscience.’
Which is great, but now I’m even more intrigued and the reporter in me is itching to write the story. This is an even better piece than the Mile High Club and suddenly I’m a dog with a bone. I can’t let it go, but I need to tread carefully and approach this in just the right way.
