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Orgasmic Flight to Fiji (Chapter 2)
By Rebecca Lerwill
Wednesday, August 06, 2008

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You asked for it, so here is more. Tomorrow I'll post chapter 3.........

 

Orgasmic flight to Fiji
by Rebecca Lerwill
© 2008, Rebecca Lerwill

 

                                                          Chapter 2
 
If Lucy had kept the seats to herself, she would have enjoyed the perfect little den. Their seats were located on the left side of the 747, neatly tugged between the lavatory and the kitchen. An older gentleman sat by himself across the cabin and was quickly into his second whiskey.
Their conversation stayed light and around safe subjects, and soon after dinner the sun disappeared as the plane headed southwest toward New Zealand.
Lucy excused herself.
Mark stood to let her pass and followed her with his gaze as she took the few steps to the lavatory. He wasn’t sure what was so attractive about her. He liked his women tall, big breasted and dressed in tight pant suits and heels. Business-like and sexy. Lucy wasn’t anything like that. Her attire was casual: brown leather boots and a soft wool skirt down to her calves. Her long hair wasn’t twisted into an artful knot; it hung loosely around her shoulders in shiny, reddish brown waves. Her face wasn’t covered with makeup, rather naturally flawless, and her green eyes were slightly slanted: her dark brows beautifully arched. He’d noticed just a hint of gloss on her lips, which for some reason promised to taste like strawberries.
With her uncomplicated nature she was a long way from that dumb office nymph he’d f***ed two days ago, he thought. Lucy was much more intriguing. She seemed free spirited and without any care. She had a strange… pixieness about her. Well, whatever it was, he liked it — a lot.
He checked his watch. He had eight hours to sink his teeth into her. She was going to Sydney, she’d said. His connection flight from Sydney to Australia’s west coast could be changed if he got the chance…
She returned, and someone informed the passengers that the light would be dimmed for the duration of the overnight flight. Shortly after, the flight attendant made another pass and the plane seemed to settle in for the night. The atmosphere became a bit more intimate and Lucy turned her back against the small oval window to face him as they continued talking.
She wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the wine or his intoxicating sex appeal that began to get to her. She knew that he was more than interested in her. The way his eyes caressed her body, and how he let his arm brush against her in the confined area of their seats, made that pretty clear. During dinner he had, instead of politely pointing it out, used his fingertips to pick a bread crumb from her sweater. It’d sat right above her right breast, and his touch had left a burning sensation and the unanswered question from earlier had returned.
Would he feel as good as he looked?
“… so, did you?” Mark asked and surprised, she looked him in the eye. Then, she blushed. She’d been gazing at his mouth, watching him form words, but her ears didn’t comprehend and her mind was far away.
What the hell is the matter with me?
“Um, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you’ve seen any of the movies they’re offering here.”
“Oh… I don’t know,” she said. “What are the titles?”
“I just read them to you.” He didn’t smile but one corner of his mouth tweaked, amused.
“I guess I wasn’t listening.”
He could literally feel her gaze on his lips and suggested, “Hmm, I guess you weren’t. Actually, I believe that you might have some other kind of entertainment on your mind.”
She swallowed. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his hand and very gently touched her chin. When she didn’t seem to mind, he intensified his focus and leaned forward.
She wasn’t surprised when she found herself welcoming his attempt and in anticipation she closed her eyes. But it didn’t happen. Even when she slightly lifted her head, his own hovered just inches away, studying her and caressing her face with his breath.
Oh come on… Kiss me!
She parted her lips slightly but instead of taking her invitation, he let his tongue glide over her bottom lip and tasted. Surprised by his move, she looked at him.
“I knew it,” he murmured.
“Knew what?” she asked but before he answered, he did it again and she shuddered.
“Nice,” he finally said. “I knew you’d taste like strawberries.”
Maybe it was that sexy, low grumble in his voice or maybe it was what he just said. Maybe it was the blunt way he acted, or maybe it was because her curiosity was killing her, but no matter what it was, it triggered an unknown sensation deep down inside her and she yearned for him to dammit — finally kiss her!
And then he did. Not carefully, like a new encounter. Oh no. He explored her with a hungry eagerness and the urge to satisfy his own curiosity about her. After the first initial rush, he stole her breath by kissing her even harder. He took her all in, sucking and gnawing on her lip and pushing his tongue deeper in a way that showed her how he would screw her if she would let him.
To reinforce that he was a man who liked to take charge he laid one hand around her throat and closed it in the rhythm of his kiss. He felt her pulse hammering beneath his thumb and pressed against it to slow down the blood flow in her jugular. Instantly, she felt a warm but strange buzz.
With a gasp she withdrew from him and he smiled. “That didn’t scare you. Did it?”
She wasn’t sure and swallowed hard. Her lips were burning and felt slightly swollen. Holy cow! What the hell happened just now? Did she really allow a perfect stranger to do this to her? Yes, Lucy you did, she thought and knew that she wanted more. Finally, she returned his smile. “No,” she said. “You don’t scare me.”
“Good.” He took one of her hands. “’Cause I want you not to worry about it.” He studied the lines as if he were going to read her the future, but then he brought it to his lips and he began to caress it in such a skilled way, it made her shiver. 
He kept watching her closely as his mouth was making love to the palm of her hand, her fingers, and the sensitive area of her wrist. Again, he felt her pulse jump. This time beneath his lips, and when the first moan escaped her, he dared for more.
Experienced fingers opened her sweater and slipped beneath her silk cami. He cupped her naked breast in his warm hand, and at first he let his thumb glide playfully around her nipple, without actually touching it. He drew circles, closer and closer, teasing her into madness as her breasts seemed to swell and the sweet torture felt like pure electricity.
He watched as she parted her lips and before she could let out another sound of pleasure, he took possession again. His mouth was hard and his tongue fearless. When he finally rubbed her nipple between his thumb and finger, she jerked and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled herself against him, almost desperately, as if she were drowning.
Suddenly, the airplane jumped and an anxious “Oh” came from everywhere.
Momentarily, the intercom announced a weather front and the fasten seat belt sign was illuminated. Strong Pacific cross winds began to rock the plane and some passengers murmured in worried voices.
Mark and Lucy couldn’t see any other passengers from their seats, just the older man on the other side of the cabin. He had his eyes closed, obviously indulging in a whiskey-induced nap. As the plane fought its way through choppy weather, the thought of a crash never crossed Lucy’s mind. Just the idea of adventure, now fueled by a new kind of danger, raised the level of excitement in her. She heard the faint click as Mark undid his seat belt to move closer. His lips were locked onto hers again and her hands were buried in his chest, clawing his shirt.
His tongue slid back between her lips and she tasted his breath, inhaling his incredible scent. His hand was now tighter around her breast, massaging her in a rhythm that promised that he knew a thing or two about rhythms. The only thought her fogged-up mind was capable of was the question of what his goatee would feel like teasing the inside of her thighs instead of her cheek.
Aroused to the point of bursting she drew away from him. Without saying a word she quickly slipped out of her sweater and covered her lap with it. He watched as she wiggled her skirt up just far enough. Beyond care and any limitations she took his hand and guided it underneath the sweater.
He let her lead him and scanned her face.
The urgency of much-needed release was written all over her. She looked at him with smoldering eyes, and as his hand slowly glided up the amazing softness of her bare thighs, her smile was replaced by an expression of sweet pain and anticipation. He got closer and she tried to urge him along, but he quickly took both of her wrists and confined her.
            “No,” he demanded. He wanted to take his time.
The plane rocked again, and with every vibration he inched closer, until he finally pushed her panties aside and was greeted by her slick warmth.
Way too slowly he let two fingers slide inside her, not yet deep, and just teased with a light pressure. Between hot breaths she begged for more. Ignoring her plea he explored her agonizingly slowly. He withdrew his fingers to caress her soft folds, whose insides were covered in wetness. Then, his fingers entered her again, a little deeper this time and she bit her lip to prevent from crying out. He turned his hand slightly and let his fingers dance up and down the inside of her delicate and warm, and oh-so-wonderfully wet cunt.
            Quietly moaning, she began to move her hips, and though she was as ready as she could be she felt tight, and for a moment he allowed himself to get carried away. He envisioned what she would feel like if she were around his cock instead of just his fingers. He imagined her spread open and him deep inside her, pumping her with everything he had. Damn, he didn’t think he’d ever been this hard before.
            Intensely, he looked at her. Yes, the way she writhed beneath his touch definitely raised a question; if she was getting off like this just from him fingering her, what would she be like if he f***ed her? He really badly wanted to find out.
His fingers slowed and then he stopped for a moment. He eyes flew open and she let out a gasp. “You can’t stop… not now...” She tried to free her hands but he wouldn’t allow it. He tightened the grip around her wrists and continued. He watched her throw her head back as he went back inside her. His fingers gathered some of her slick moisture and slit over her clit. Pure voltage shot through her and he didn’t give her time to recover; instead he began to rub in circles.
Slowly first…
…then faster…
…and harder…
Oh God…yes…
Her passion quickly grew and soon she arched her back as he let her climb the mountain of sheer lust, higher and higher until she finally reached the zenith of sweet, unbearable pain, followed by the release of an inner explosion.
Her climax jerked her uncontrollably and he let go of her wrists. He had to stick a couple of fingers between her teeth to prevent her from screaming. She collapsed and she grabbed his hand to hold it in place for him to feel her contracting, and to enjoy the very last of this incredible feeling as it slowly ebbed away.
After a long moment she sobered and offered him a mischievous smile. Little sparkles danced in her eyes and satisfaction had brushed a beautiful glow onto her cheeks. The airplane shook again and a quick look over his shoulder told him that besides the sleeping neighbor, nobody was around.
Lucy leaned back against her seat and let him slide her sweater up below her chin. She took his hand and kissed the tips of the fingers which had brought her so much pleasure. Then, she slowly wrapped her lips around them and let her tongue play with them in a very suggestive manner. She didn’t say a word but a deep and lasting gaze promised she’d settle score with him as soon as they got off the plane.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Reviewed by Michael Tyler 9/27/2009
Romantica? Erotica? No matter the catgory, this is well-written, more than a little exciting, and fun. Very nice.
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 8/8/2008
WOW!!
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/6/2008
Ahhh new mile high club members in the making, now really looking forward to the landing Becca or will they still be riding in the clouds.
hugs
Fee