Sex meets the friendly skies. What’s not to love??
There’s nothing Maggie likes more than hot, mind-blowing sex, except when it involves a handsome stranger to try out all the things she’s always dreamt of doing and Rob’s the man for the job.
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Coffee, Tea or Maggie
Copyright © 2014 Patti Shenberger
ISBN: 978-1-77111-805-7
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Coffee, Tea or Maggie
By
Patti Shenberger
Dedication
To everyone who craves that little bit of extra spice in their love life.
Chapter One
Maggie stepped into the galley of the plane and checked the coffeepot. First things first, make sure the coffee was hot and ready for the passengers. Next up, greet everyone. She pulled the curtains closed between first class and coach and turned back to her passengers with a smile. For a second her steps faltered as she caught a look at the man seated in 2A. Her heart raced as she gave him a quick once over. He was tall, dark and handsome. Just the way she liked her men to be.
“Welcome aboard, sir, can I get you something? We’ve got coffee, tea or perhaps an alcoholic beverage.” What she wanted to say was how about you and I get to know each other better.
“Thank you, a coffee would be great right now.” The man smiled.
Maggie turned toward the coffeepot, aware that his gaze followed her every step. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought as Maggie focused on getting the coffee in the cup without spilling it.
“Here you go, nice and hot.”
“Thanks. Been a long day, and this is just what I needed to keep my energy up.”
Her mind filled with ideas for keeping his energy up and none of them had to do with coffee.
Off and on throughout the flight, Maggie made it a point to check on the man. After his third cup of coffee, he turned his attention to the stack of files he pulled from his briefcase.
As the plane taxied onto the runway in Detroit, Maggie made a last pass down the aisle, collecting up the cups and assorted trash from the passengers.
“Thank you,” the man told her, handing over his empty coffee cup, his fingers brushing hers.
“My pleasure,” Maggie answered, hoping her smile told him more than just it’s my job and I had to do it. Her hand still tingled from their brief encounter.
Maggie tugged the tote bag higher on her shoulder and headed down the concourse of the Detroit Metropolitan Airport. After the long week she’d had, her own bed would feel heavenly tonight. She took notice of the holiday decorations that graced the small storefronts, now closed for the night. Christmas was her favorite time of year and this year would be no exception. Her tree had been up for weeks, and next week the family would all gather together to celebrate.
She saw the man staring up at the departure board and recognized him instantly from her flight. Mostly, she remembered his vivid blue eyes, the dark hair touched with silver at the temples, and the sexy smile that made her stomach do flip-flops. And she especially remembered the way he watched her as she moved up and down the aisle giving the flight safety talk, his dreamy blue-eyed gaze following her every movement. At one point, she was positive she felt his hand slide across the back of her leg while she served coffee to the passenger seated next to him.
What she really would have preferred was a quickie fuck in the back of the plane, but the flight had been overbooked and there were no empty seats. Maggie shivered as the thought swept over her. A thought she would have loved to make a reality.
As she drew near, he turned from the board, stroking his chin. “Looks like I’m going nowhere tonight.”
Maggie nodded. “The weather’s bad everywhere. The last report I heard all flights are grounded until further notice. They expect service to resume in the morning.”
The man sighed, the sound low and needy in the silence of the near-empty terminal. “I called the hotel as soon as we landed. They’re full up for the night.” Grabbing his bags, he smiled at Maggie. “Looks like the airport terminal it is. Happy Holidays.”
Maggie watched him turn and start to walk off. Before she could change her mind, she called out to him, “Wait a minute.”
He paused. “Excuse me?”
“I hate to see you sleep here tonight. Why don’t you come home with me? In the morning you can come back when the weather’s better to catch a flight out. By then things will have settled down and the runways will be all plowed out.”
“You sure about that? You don’t even know me. For all you know I could be a mass murderer, or serial rapist, or even a sex fiend.” He softened his last words with that sexy grin of his.
Maggie bit her lip. He had a point. But there was a part of her that wanted to get to know him much, much better. And not in a platonic sense either. She was thinking more of the hot-sweaty-sex-rolling-around-on-the-mattress type of way. Just the mere thought had her clenching her thighs together to keep the wetness from drenching her panties. Though at this point, it did little good. Just looking at him was enough to get the juices flowing.
“Well, if you were any of those things, you certainly wouldn’t be telling me ahead of time, now would you?”
He slowly looked her up and down, his gaze traveling the length of her body, resting briefly on her breasts, then back up to her face again.”
“You never know. By the way, name’s Rob.” His voice slid across her skin like rich hot chocolate, oozing into every pore, filling her in places she definitely wanted filled to the brim.
Maggie felt her breasts tighten as her nipples hardened, their tips poking against the soft silk of her uniform blouse. “I’m Maggie. Let’s get going before it gets any worse out there.”
She hitched her bag higher and set off down the concourse, knowing his eyes were glued to her every step. If this kept up, she would end up jumping him in the airport parking lot. It had been awhile since she’d made love draped across the hood of a car with the snow falling. And right now if he kept staring at her the way he did, it would be a serious consideration. Blizzard and all.
Chapter Two
The blowing snow and unplowed side roads made the fifteen-minute trip to her waterfront condo seem forever. The gentle caress of Rob’s hand against the back of her neck on the ride downtown did nothing to quell Maggie’s raging hormones. The smoldering looks he’d been giving her the entire time burned into her brain as she fought to keep the car in the right lane, when all she wanted to do was climb into the passenger seat, lift up her skirt and fuck him senseless.
Pulling into her assigned underground parking space, Maggie practically bolted from the car to the entryway of the condo. It
was all she could do not to grab his hand and drag him along behind her. She was hot and horny, and desperately needed to get laid.
Opening the front door, Maggie stepped over the sill and dropped her bag on the foyer floor. She heard the thud of his bags hit the tile as well. Then his warm breath whispered across the back of her neck as he helped her out of her coat.
“Thanks.” She shivered from the brief contact.
Rob walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared out. “Nice place. Gotta love the view. It’s amazing.”
Maggie smiled and looked out over his shoulder. She did have a fabulous view of sides of the river, the Detroit side and the Canadian as well. Shimmering holiday decorations reflected off the water.
“One of the main reasons why I wanted this condo,” she said. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
Rob shook his head. “I’m not really that hungry.” He paused, his back still to her as he continued to look out at the lights of downtown Windsor. “At least, not for food.”
“Really? Is there something else you would prefer?” Maggie wrapped her arms around her middle, hoping and praying his answer was the same thing she had been thinking since they had left the airport.
Rob crossed the living room and took her in his arms. Looking at her, he met her stare head-on. “I want to see you naked, hot and ready for me. Unless I read the signals wrong. Please tell me I didn’t?”
Maggie shook her head. “You’ve read all the signals correct.”
Rob cradled her face and lowered his mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a blistering kiss. He ravaged her mouth, nipping at her lips, teasing her with the sweep of his tongue as it dueled with hers. His hands caressed her cheeks and then settled on her shoulders. Her knees buckled and Maggie grasped a handful of his shirt for balance.
If he fucked like he kissed, she was in for a real treat.
His lips moved lower and Maggie fought to catch her breath. His touch was driving her crazy. She felt him caress her neck, suckling and nipping at the tender skin below her ear. With a sigh, she tipped her head back, allowing him full access to do whatever he pleased.
The heat of his palms seared her flesh through the silk of her blouse. He cupped her breasts, lifting them, molding them in his hands. Her nipples hardened instantly.
This is what she wanted.
What she needed.
And he was the man to give it to her.
“Yes. That feels so good.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Her pussy clenched as wetness flooded it. His unmistakable arousal pressed hard against her stomach. She was so ready and yet he had barely touched her. What would she do when things got really hot?
“I’ve only gotten started. The best is yet to come,” he said, as if reading her mind.
Maggie felt his hands tugging her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, then his fingers sliding her zipper down. Her skirt hit the floor with a soft whoosh and she stepped over it.
“Oh man.” His two words said it all as Maggie took a step back.
Standing before him in only her white silk uniform shirt, white thong, sheer thigh-high stockings and her black heels, she watched his eyes widen, then dilate with lust.
“I guess that means you approve?” she said softly, running her hands down the front of her blouse, then lower over the front of the thong, her palms cupping her pussy before repeating the same route back up again.
“Very much so.” He swallowed hard.
She deftly undid his tie and then tossed it carelessly across the back of the sofa. Popping the buttons on his shirt one by one, her fingers lingering on the warm bare flesh beneath, Maggie raked her nails lightly over his nipples. The flat brown nubs hardened quickly beneath her touch. By the time she reached his waist, Rob was breathing as heavily as she was.
Her fingers trembled for a moment as she fumbled with his belt. So ready. So eager. Her body shook with anticipation. Dropping to her knees, she unfastened his slacks and pushed them down to his ankles. His rock hard erection tented the front of his red boxers as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers.
Maggie ran the palm of her hand over the silk- covered shaft, then she lowered his boxers and freed his cock. Hard and hot, his cock jutted forward from its nest of dark curls just inches from her mouth. She heard his breath catch as she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, before encircling him within her hand.
“Merry Christmas to me. Santa came and brought me my present early,” Maggie murmured, licking her lips in anticipation. Leaning back on her heels, she studied his straining erection, then took his enormous cock in her mouth, swallowing it to the hilt. This was all she had been thinking of since they had walked through the front door just minutes before.
Rob sucked in a deep breath and groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she ran her tongue over and around the length of him. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Maggie. Suck me, please.”
Pursing her mouth, Maggie let him slip back through her lips till she could feel the head of his cock, wet with pre-cum. Swirling her tongue around it, she tasted him. Warm and salty. Slowly she took him back into her mouth inch by inch. Lightly raking him with her teeth, she caressed him. He made soft moaning sounds as he rocked his hips, fucking her face. He was close to coming. She could feel it. She could hear it in his breathing and in the wild thrusts of his hips. Suddenly, he stilled.
“No more. I want to fuck you.”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way. Follow me.” Maggie smiled and slowly got to her feet. She trailed her fingers across his still-rigid cock, then led the way to the bedroom.
Maggie reclined back on the king-size bed. The faux fur duvet cover caressed her skin. Rob pulled her closer and slowly, agonizingly removed each button from its hole on her uniform shirt before pushing the blouse off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Lying before him in her white push-up bra and thong, she popped the clasp on her bra and peeled back the edges.
Running her fingers over her engorged nipples, Maggie plucked at the rosy tips, tugging them, pulling them away from her flesh. She knew she looked good for her age. At forty-four years old, she took pride in keeping herself in shape, and she worked out regularly. Her breasts, while not those of a twenty year old, were still firm, her stomach taut and her skin smooth.
Repeating the motion, she watched Rob’s gaze lock on her tits.
Rob groaned.
“You are so beautiful.” He leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth, laving it, sucking it, drawing on it till Maggie burned with need. Her bra soon went the way of her blouse.
He toyed with her breasts, lifting them to his mouth, holding them in his hands as he rubbed his face over them. Lingering over them, licking them, sucking on her nipples till Maggie thought she would cream just from the pressure of his mouth. A spiral of lust coursed through her from head to toe. The man certainly knew how to treat a woman in bed.
“I want to see all of you. Every single inch,” he said, his voice husky. He tugged her panties off, but left her stockings and heels on.
She lay back, nestled against the pillow shams, her legs spread wide, and her pussy gleaming wet. Running her fingers across her nipples, she rolled them between her thumbs before moving her hands lower still. Sliding her fingers across her clit, she closed her eyes and sighed. “See how wet you make me?”
“Show me,” Rob said. “Touch yourself while I watch you. Play with your pussy, Maggie. I want to watch you fuck yourself. Do it for me.”
She did as he ordered, running her hand across her stomach, then lower still and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes, she fucked herself, until her fingers were slick with her own juices, all the while knowing he watched her every move.
She heard Rob’s strangled moan and opened her eyes to find him positioned at the foot of the bed.
“I bet I can make you even wetter,” Rob challenged.
“Prove it,” she whispered, withdr
awing her fingers.
“But first we need to slow things down.” He drew a deep, steadying breath.
“Fast is good,” Maggie countered. She slid her hands back up to her breasts and toyed with her nipples, tugging at them, pulling the distended tips outward. She watched his eyes dilate as she continued to play with herself.
“Fast is overrated, trust me.” Rob encircled her leg with his fingers and slowly peeled the shoe, then the stocking first from one leg, then the other. All the while raining kisses up her calf. The feel of his hot tongue swirling slow lazy circles on her naked skin set Maggie’s senses afire.
His mouth moved higher up her thigh, and it was all Maggie could do not to beg him to take her right then and there. His hands caressed her bare legs, kneading, rubbing, and working their way upward. She shivered, though not from the cold. There was nothing cold about the way he was touching her right now.
Rob palmed her mound, smoothing his hand over her bare skin. “I love a bare pussy. So soft and smooth. That way I can touch and taste and suck every inch of you and watch you come unglued in my mouth. What I love even more is burying my tongue in it.” Lowering his head, he licked from her belly button down to her clit.
With her pussy bare, Maggie could feel every highly sensitized touch to her flesh. She arched her back as his whiskers gently abraded her stomach. “Yes, do that again. It feels so good.”
“I bet I know something that will feel even better.”
Rob raised her legs over his shoulders and settled himself at her apex. Splaying her legs wide, he licked his lips and then spread her pussy apart with his thumbs. Lowering his head, he moved his face side to side against her clit, alternating soft swipes of his tongue with the roughness of his cheeks. Maggie bit her lip to keep from crying out and grabbed handfuls of the bedding as his five o’clock shadow brushed the tender skin of her inner thighs time and again. Her body felt on fire, driven wild by the combination of pleasure and pain rolled into one. But she didn’t want him to stop.
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