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Orgasmic Flight to Fiji (Chapter3)
By Rebecca Lerwill
Thursday, August 07, 2008

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... and here we continue with Chapter 3. The conclusion of this naughty little tale will be posted tomorrow.

Credits: I wrote Chapter 3 following a creative nudge from fellow 'denner' Felix Perry.

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

                                                  Chapter 3
She’d fallen asleep and he watched the highlights the dim light played over her hair. It reminded him of the dying embers of a fire. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach over and brushed a stray strand away from her face.
Oddly, he felt like a voyeur, unable to peel his eyes from the soft rise and fall of her breasts with each breath she took. Her eyelids fluttered a little and an almost content, feline smile played on her lips. Damn, she is beautiful, he thought and started to get aroused all over, as his mind replayed the events that had taken place from the first glance at the airport up to the most erotic experience.
Mark was no stranger to women. His occupation and his good looks guaranteed him pretty much every lay he was interested in. But normally, he wasn’t the one who gave without receiving. His sex drive was too high for that. Usually, it was the other way around. He knew plenty of girls who were happy to pleasure him with a quick blow job during the occasional quiet time in the office, or who’d jerk him off beneath a table cloth in the middle of a lunch meeting in uptown Manhattan.
Studying Lucy he thought that with her, it was different. Not very often did a woman stir such intense desire in him. A desire of giving pleasure with the sweet anticipation of receiving later on.
Earlier, when his hands had been exploring her body it had taken every bit of his will power to keep from screwing her right there, thirty thousand feet above the Goddamned Pacific. He smiled. The only thing that kept him from going insane was her unspoken promise of what she was going to do with him after they landed. Glancing at his watch he realized they were still more than five hours from their destination.
Maybe I should try to catch some shut eye myself, he thought, but every time he tried, the image of her intense orgasm haunted the inside of his skull.
It wasn’t ten minutes later that the voice of the captain intruded the slumber of most passengers. About the same time the flight attendants made their way down the aisle asking people to raise their seat backs and stow away their belongings. “Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t be alarmed but due to some minor mechanical problems our flight has been diverted to Fiji and for safety’s sake, we will be following emergency landing procedures. Your flight attendants will go through the routine with you. Please remain calm and we will have you on the ground shortly.”
            Just awakened from her nap Lucy felt a wave of fear. She said, “I wonder what’s going on. What is the storm we went through? My Lord... an emergency landing!”
            Mark took her hand. “I’m sure they have it under control.” His tone was warm and reassuring, and he didn’t seem to be too worried.
            The approach was rougher than normal and the minutes until the plane finally touched down trickled away like hours. The very same moment the wheels of the aircraft made contact with the runway, the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief.
Once again the captain’s voice broke through the speakers. He offered an apology and announced that the airline had a smaller plane available for further transport, but he was asking for fifty volunteers who would stay on the island until the airline could round up another flight. It’d be either later that day or the following morning. For the time being those passengers would be put up at the Pangai Beach Resort…
Mark looked at Lucy.
He didn’t have to spell out his thoughts but asked her anyway, “Is there a place you need to be today?”
Now, safely on the ground, the sexual tension between them returned. “No,” she said softly. “I’ll just phone my friend and let her know. What about you?”
Hell, yes!
His face lit up. “My meeting in Perth can wait.”
Someone in the airlines must have been on the ball. A bus was lined up on the tarmac to take them directly to the hotel. It was just after five a.m. local time and the sun was nudging the horizon. Brilliant red and soft orange hues lit up the sky, and covered the beautiful tropical beach next to the roadway into a postcard-perfect picture.
Lucy was mesmerized by the view of the open water but Mark couldn’t have cared less. His eyes were on her, especially her lips, and he recalled what they’d looked like when she had his fingers between them.
He grinned.
He had to focus on something less enticing if he didn’t want to get off this bus with a huge boner in his pants.
The drive to the resort was short, and check-in was quick and efficient. The receptionist explained that customs was holding their luggage at the airport, but bathroom essentials and an assortment of casual clothing would be provided by the resort’s gift shop. They were given their keys, and a few minutes later Mark and Lucy took the elevator to the third floor.
Another couple exited first and Mark moved closer. He slipped his arm around her. “My room or yours?” he whispered into her hair.
She looked up at him and didn’t respond at first. Taking in the moment, she searched deep down for an answer as to whether she really should just let her libido take control of her actions. A one night stand… sex with a stranger…not really her style but he looked so damn good to her.
The way her body was reacting to his warm touch pretty much answered her question and she pushed the little angel, which was lecturing her about morality, off her shoulder.
Too late to worry about it now.
She took his hand and stepped into the hallway. “My room,” she decided out loud and retrieved her card key.
As she closed the door she was surprised that Mark didn’t just grab her and go on with what they both had in mind. Instead, he leaned against the inside of the door and stood motionless to study her face. She could feel the tension rise immediately, and following a moment almost bursting with anticipation he asked, “Are you okay with this?”
She wasn’t sure why he would ask her and just gave him a curious look.
He stepped closer and gazed down at her, but didn’t yet touch her. “I sense reservation,” he said. “I want to make sure you won’t regret this.”
She liked that. No, she didn’t think she would have any regrets, and if she was going to, she didn’t care about them now. But she certainly liked his sensitivity and told him so. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who would pick up on a bad vibe.”
“Oh really? Then what kind of guy do I seem like?”
Her purse was still in her hand and she opened it. After just a second of rummaging in it she produced a condom. “The kind of guy who won’t protest about using one of those,” she said and held it under his nose.
He arched a brow. Of course, he wouldn’t protest but playfully he complained, “One? You have just one? Don’t you think I’m the kind of guy who needs more than that?” He took it from her and looked at it. “It’s pink! I prefer the colors of the rainbow…” He smiled, promising. “All of them. What about you?”
She had no interest in giving him an answer. She opened her sweater and let it carelessly glide to the floor. She couldn’t stand the confining feel it gave her any longer. She wanted to be touched and her erect nipples pushing against the thin, silky fabric of her cami told him that his worry about reservations on her part was a waste of time.
Mark still didn’t move. He just stood there and savored the moment. Yes, he wanted badly to get on with it, but he also knew that drawing things out would only make it better. He let his eyes caress those perky boobs, which pointed straight at him. He murmured, “No bad vibes here, I see.”
She smiled and stepped up to him. Raw electricity sparked, and she pulled herself close and kissed him like she meant it. Within a second he had his hands where he wanted them to be: kneading her breasts until they ached.
Lucy had just one wish. She wanted to rip off her clothes, lay back, and have this guy plow over her — first take her body and then her mind. But she withstood her own urging desire and slowed her kiss. Her voice was just a whisper when she murmured into the hollow of his mouth, “You know what I want?”
He ignored her question and sucked on her lower lip before he let his tongue glide over her teeth. One hand let go of her breast and he quickly drove it under her skirt and felt that she was even wetter than before. She jerked and he said, “Yes, I have an idea.”
It was tough not to let herself go. Oh God, if he would finger her just a minute longer… Breathlessly, she took his hand. “Wait!” she called out and then added more quietly, “I want to take a shower.”
“What!? Now?”
She nodded.
“Okay… together?”
She shook her head and Mark looked at her with a painful expression. “You’re killing me, woman.”
Lucy laughed and turned away. On her way to the bathroom, she rid herself of her clothes and let him and his cock just stand there.

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Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 8/10/2008
...and i am on my way to read chapter 4!
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/7/2008
Well Becca, what can I say, I am honoured for the mention and happy for the small part I had in encouraging you to try your hand at this genre of writing. Your sex scenes come alive in this story with an honest reality that needs no explanation. Each paragraph leads the reader further and further into the scene that builds as the story unfolds. Very well done and I agree with Gary I felt like I was almost living the scene with you...
Reviewed by Gary Tenuta 8/7/2008
The only writing I've ever read in the genre of erotica was in a collection called The Best American Erotica, 2001. If that was, indeed, the "best" (and I have no reason to suspect otherwise) then I can say without a doubt Rebecca Lerwill's "Orgasmic Flight to Fiji" must also fall into that catagory. Lerwill is one talented writer. One is left wondering, was this story concocted entirely out her imagination? Five stars. 'Nuff said. :-)

Gary Val Tenuta
Author of The Ezekiel Code
Reviewed by Miller Caldwell 8/7/2008
Oh you are a tease......cant wait myself!

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