She chuckled softly. “That sounds amazing. But what about you?”
“Honey. I have the hottest woman I’ve ever seen wrapped around me. I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now, right this second.” He let go of her chin and slid his hand back under the blanket. She felt his big, blunt fingers trailing down her back until they reached her bottom again. Instead of squeezing her cheeks this time he gently pulled her skirt up until her bottom was completely exposed under the soft blanket. Then he used both hands to shift her until her pelvis was centred perfectly over his massive erection. She gasped as he pressed down on her lower back and pushed his hips up against her in a rolling movement that seemed to ignite some serious fireworks between her legs.
Was she really doing this? Dry-humping a stranger on a plane? They hadn’t even kissed and yet she knew exactly how his hard penis felt between her legs. Oh God. It was so good. Her panties were completely soaked and she was probably leaving a rather embarrassing stain on the front of his jeans but she really didn’t give a damn. She wanted to feel more of him. All of him. But first she wanted to see exactly how good this could get.
Experimentally she widened her legs a few more inches and rubbed herself against the hard ridge beneath his zipper. That felt even better so she pressed closer, trying to get more of that delicious friction where she needed it most. He was so big and firm under there. She couldn’t wait to see him. His cock. The word was shocking to her but exciting too. She wanted it. Just the thought of all that hard male flesh pumping between her legs drove her into a frenzy and she began squirming against him, trying to press his erection between her folds through their clothes.
His voice hissed between his teeth as he held her still. “Whoah. Honey. Take it easy. Or this adventure tour is going to be over before we even leave the parking lot.”
She raised her head again and gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean. Take it easy on me. I’m only human and all your bouncing around and those sexy little grunts are about to do me in.”
“So you liked it? What I was doing? It felt good?”
“Hell. Yeah. I think I nearly bit my tongue trying not to moan, it felt so fucking good.”
Mona reared back to look at his face. “Seriously?”
He gave her a confused grin and reached out to brush her dishevelled hair from her face. “Yes. Seriously. You drive me wild.”
“You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that.” She settled her cheek back against his chest and smoothed her hand down his ridged abdomen. Feeling sexually adequate for the first time in a long time was amazing. She’d always believed that a casual encounter with a stranger would feel cheap and empty. But that’s not how she felt at all. Being with this particular stranger felt natural and right. Even empowering. And incredibly fun. Why had she waited so long to do this? Obviously she’d been incredibly stupid. Well, she wasn’t waiting a second longer.
Slowly, she adjusted her position until she could access his body more easily. She feathered her fingers past the waistband of his jeans and rested her hand on top of his zipper. She could feel his hardness straining under the soft cotton and was shocked at the size and heat of him. She couldn’t believe the effect she had on him. Her. A former fat girl was driving this man crazy with her body. Was this really happening?
Tentatively, she smoothed her palm up and down his impressive length, hoping not to appear as awkward as she felt. “Can I do some exploring first? Or will that put you over the edge too?”
He let out a strangled breath. “Probably. But that feels too good to ask you to stop. So go for it. Just don’t blame me if the tour gets cut short.”
“Now that would be a shame,” she giggled and slowly traced the shape of him through his jeans. He groaned softly and thrust his hips against her fingers to prolong the contact. “Does that hurt?” She asked softly as she rubbed him slightly more firmly.
“No,” he whispered against her hair. “I love it. Stroke it harder.”
Wanting desperately to please him, Mona gripped as much of him as she could through the denim and gave his hard flesh a gentle squeeze. Honestly, he felt like iron under there but warm and responsive to her every touch. What more could she dare to do without exposing her inexperience? She was wildly curious to feel him without the barrier of his clothing in the way, but then what? She couldn’t fake familiarity with male equipment, could she? Did she dare try?
Sam took the decision out of her hands. He let go of her butt long enough to jerkily unbutton his jeans and then slide down his zipper. He coughed to cover the sound but it still seemed loud to her in the quiet cabin. No one around them seemed to notice. In a flash, his warm, hard shaft was in her hand and his fingers were wrapped around hers, showing her exactly how he wanted to be touched.
He guided her palm up and down his length, slowly sliding her fingers firmly along the thick column of flesh.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Just like that.” He slowly rolled his hips so his hardness slid up in time with the downward movement of her hand. His cock felt endless and so incredibly exciting, sliding against her palm. The unrelenting grip of his hand gave her the confidence to continue and she gripped him even tighter as their entwined fingers reached the wide base of his erection.
With exquisite slowness she stroked him again, up all the way to the wet, silky tip where she paused long enough to trace the large, plum-shaped head before sliding her hand back down, exploring the contours and veins as she went. He groaned and his hand fell away to grip her hip, holding her tightly. Moments later Mona felt his palms sliding down her back until his large hands were kneading her buttocks, pressing her most sensitive flesh against his hard thigh. “Rub yourself against me. I want to feel how wet you are,” he said, his voice a soft rumble against her temple.
Shocked, she froze. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted her to hump his leg? Experimentally, she did an awkward thrust. It wasn’t as good as sliding around on top of his erection but the friction of his jeans against her warm, wet flesh was still thrilling, so she pushed herself against him tentatively once again.
This time the results were even more delightful. She had somehow managed to rub her most sensitive spot directly against the outer seam of his jeans. Sparks of pleasure ignited deep between her legs and she heard herself utter a little “oh” of surprise. Seconds later her legs were wrapping themselves around his thigh of their own volition and she was bearing down on him to increase the friction as she pumped her hips in a mad rush towards what promised to be a mind-numbing orgasm.
“I think that’s enough exploring for you,” he growled, pulling her fingers away from his towering cock. Her hand had gone completely still and she realized that she had a death-grip on his shaft as she mindlessly ground herself against his muscular thigh. In her excitement she had completely forgot she was touching him.
Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. She went completely still and waited for him to withdraw from her completely. She had somehow managed to mess up her one and only chance at seduction. Now what?
Chapter Three
Sam didn’t withdraw from Mona as she’d expected. Instead of turning away from her in pain and disgust, Mona felt something quite surprisingly sweet instead.
He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against the fingers that had been choking his poor penis. “I gotta say, I’m impressed with your grip. If that had been a handshake, I’d be intimidated as hell,” he said with a rough laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped as he nipped at the pad of her thumb with his teeth. “I’m a little out of practice with this.” Understatement of the century.
Letting go of her hand he cupped her chin and turned her face up to him. His expression was teasing and his smile contagious. She felt herself grinning foolishly back at him despite her embarrassment.
“Sweetheart, unless you have a dick yourself or your job involves collecting samples at a sperm bank it would be weird if you were an e
xpert in hand-jobs.”
Mona blushed. “Oh. I suppose so.” Her brow furrowed. “Is there such a job? Where on Earth would you go for training for something like that?”
He laughed. “I’m pretty sure the guy making the donation takes care of the whole collection process. But it would make for an interesting class. Monkey Spanking 101. Most college guys would want to major in it if they could.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Monkey Spanking? Really? Is that the technical term?”
He nodded. “Damn straight. Unless you prefer Slapping the Salami, which is what my buddy called it.”
She shook her head at his ridiculous terminology and then glanced meaningfully down at his lap. “Seriously. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nah. I’m like Superman.” He nudged her hip with his prominent erection . “Made of steel. At least when you’re around. Vice-grips probably couldn’t damage it right now so your delicate fingers couldn’t do much damage,” he added dryly.
She shifted slightly and began trailing her hand back down his torso. “You know, I could try it again. This time I promise not to become so easily distracted.”
He quickly captured her wandering hand and placed it back on his chest. His teasing expression turned molten at the reminder of her enthusiastic grinding session against his thigh. Shaking his head in wonder he let go of her hand and slowly began trailing his fingers down her body instead. “You have no idea how sexy that was, do you? You just forgot completely about what your hand was doing and latched onto me like you couldn’t wait to get off. I nearly came just watching your face as you rubbed yourself against me.” His voice lowered to a growl. “You were so fucking beautiful. All I could think about was how much I wanted to get my hands on you and see if you were as hot and wet as you felt against my leg.”
She gazed at him in shock. “That’s what you were thinking? While I was, well, you know, strangling you.”
“Well, until the pain in my dick became too much to ignore,” he said with a teasing grin. “But yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m still wondering about it. So why don’t you try to relax and let me satisfy my curiosity?”
She wanted to protest and tell him that she’d prefer to receive some pointers in ‘Monkey Spanking.’ Her mouth actually opened to tell him so. But at that precise moment his large, warm hand reached the apex of her thighs and her lips snapped shut. All thoughts of protest ceased to exist. Her head dropped down onto his shoulder as he cupped her mound, gently massaging her through her tiny satin thong.
Above her head, she heard him chuckle. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good. This is all about you. Ok?” He said soothingly as he curled his fingers possessively over her heated flesh. She nodded against his neck and then gasped as he dipped the tip of one finger into her slick cleft, retreated, lazily circled her clit a few times and then returned to penetrate her again. This time he breached her with two broad, satin-covered fingers and pressed a little deeper. But just for a moment. Then he was exploring her inner thighs, her hip bones, even her bellybutton didn’t escape his sensual attention.
She shifted restlessly, pressing her suddenly aching breasts against his ribs. Her bra seemed to be chafing unbearably against her sensitive nipples and her entire body felt feverishly hot under the light blanket but she didn’t dare push it off. They needed the camouflage it provided. But whatever he was doing to her was making her feel like she was about to spontaneously combust.
Desperate for some relief from the heat, she reached down and yanked the hem of her silk blouse out of her waistband and then pushed it up as far as it would go. Now her stomach and bra were exposed under the blanket. That was better, but not quite good enough. Emboldened, she unsnapped the front closure on her black and cream-coloured bra. Seeking relief, she rested her bare breasts directly on his soft cotton t-shirt.
Instead of improving her comfort level, being half-naked seemed to make her overheated condition worse. Her chest was slick with perspiration and she felt overwhelmed with sensation as this incredible man touched and stroked her body, making it come alive in a way she’d never experienced alone.
Over the years, she’d occasionally attempted to pleasure herself. Although solo sex was quite pleasant and would take the edge off if she really worked at it, the intensity of her desire was tame in comparison to the wild reaction his touch provoked in her. Even the simplest brush of his fingertips along the edge of her panties had her biting her lip to avoid crying out in frustration.
“What about me?” He whispered. “My hands are kinda busy…” He simultaneously squeezed her butt with one hand and flexed his fingers around her pussy to emphasize exactly how preoccupied his hands were. “…And I’m melting under here too. Why don’t we have a little skin-on-skin?”
“You want me to remove your shirt? What if someone comes along? Won’t it look strange if you’re sitting here topless?” For some reason she found that thought more exciting than mortifying.
“Just push it out of the way so I can feel those pretty tits on my chest. If anyone comes along then you can use your vice-like, hand-grip to keep the blanket in place, okay?”
Obediently, she pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and tucked her hand underneath, sliding the shirt up his body until their arms and upper chests were still decently covered but beneath the blanket they were both exposed from waist to armpits. Mona wasted no time in groping as much of his amazing upper body as she could reach given their rather awkward position.
She was delighted to find that his stomach was ridged with muscle under her fingers, like one of those underwear models she’d seen on the giant billboards in New York. She longed to see if the picture being painted in her mind was an accurate one, but there was also something unexpectedly erotic about touching flesh that she couldn’t actually see.
Strictly in the name of research, she traced every single impressive band of muscle stretched across his abdomen. Shifting slightly to the side she was able to caress his body with both hands, but she still didn’t have enough leverage to reach all of him.
He growled in warning as she untangled her legs from around his thigh but he didn’t stop her from exploring either. This was a good thing because the texture of his hair-roughened skin under her fingers was addictive. She wanted to touch him everywhere, and yet she also wanted to concentrate on the wonderful sensations his fingers were creating between her legs. It was a wonderful predicament: to be torn between two such pleasurable distractions.
Not wanting to miss this opportunity to really enjoy his body; her curiosity won out. So she gathered her courage and traced the tidy trail of wiry hair under his belly button and up again to the velvety soft discs of his nipples. There she found something quite unexpected. Cool metal caressed her fingertips. Apparently Sam had metal bars pierced through both of his nipples. Experimentally, she tugged on one and was delighted when Sam’s breath whooshed out in a pleasured groan.
She didn’t dare touch his prominent erection again, but she was aware of its imposing heat and hardness against her hip the entire time she discovered what it felt like to touch another person so intimately.
“If we were anywhere else, you know my mouth would be on your breasts, right?” He rasped in a voice so low she had to strain to hear him.
She paused in running her hands through the thatch of silky hair in the middle of his chest. “It would?”
“Yeah. If we were alone, in a bedroom, let’s say, these panties…” he snapped the waistband with the hand still fondling her bottom, “…would already be hanging off the lamp, and my cock would be buried balls-deep in your sweet little pussy. Would you like that?”
Wow. Had he really just said that? Would she like that? With him? Absolutely. But thinking it and saying it aloud were two very different things. This situation was all so new to her and she was still so unsure of herself and her own sex appeal. A part of her was still having trouble believing his desire for her was real but she was determined to accept his
provocative words as genuine. He wanted her. At least for now. She needed to believe his desire was not the product of her sexually deprived imagination but an actual fact. Reciprocating his words, admitting that she wanted him, was the emotional equivalent of jumping off a very high cliff for her, but she needed to do it. If only to prove to herself that she could.
The fact that he could verbalize such scandalous thoughts so easily shocked and delighted her, but she still wasn’t quite ready to reciprocate. She would feel like a fool if she said the wrong thing. So she just nodded and opened her legs a little wider to distract him and provide his magical fingers with better access to the damp folds between her thighs.
Instead of taking the hint he gave a strangled chuckle and stopped exploring her pussy entirely. He just rested his palm on her mound and allowed his fingers to trail down to the hot, wet centre of her. “Sorry, Sweetheart, but I’m going to need a little more encouragement from you. Tell me what you want and maybe we can end this torture. Take this adventure tour somewhere more private. Does that work for you?”
She nodded again, unable to force out the coarse words he wanted to hear. Surely he would realize she wasn’t ready for the whole dirty-talk thing and let it go.
“Not good enough.” This time he removed his hand completely from between her legs and slid it around until he was grasping her buttocks tightly with both large hands. “Tell me. Tell me now. Or I’ll drop your adorable ass back in your own seat,” he said, his voice filled with warning. When she didn’t respond immediately, he started to lift her from her half-reclining position on top of him.
In a panic, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his warm throat. “No. Don’t. I want it. I do. I’m just not used to this,” she whispered fiercely into his neck. “Please don’t stop.” Embarrassingly, her voice held the hint of tears and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, waiting for him to push her away.
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