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Authors: Dawn Atkins
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when two strangers meet each other in the air, there can be a magic connection, don’t you think? As if they’ve created a private little world? All their own? And…”
She was anxious about this. He needed to calm her, so he slid his hand under her skirt, moving upward slowly, watching her face the entire time.
“Oh,” she said. Shock flickered across her face and a shudder passed through her body. He inched a little higher on her thigh. She wobbled as if she might faint. He loved the way she reacted to the merest brush of his fingers—as though she’d never been touched before. He couldn’t imagine anything more erotic.
“This isn’t what I planned,” she managed to say, bracing herself against the back of the seat, her fingers squeaking on the leather. “You’re the passenger and I’m the attendant. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“Oh, you are taking care of me,” he said, his fingers sliding higher. “You’re taking care of my curiosity. I’ve always wondered what was under these tight, tight skirts….” He brushed the thin strip of silk that stood between him and Kara’s most tender flesh. She gasped.
“Shh, now,” he murmured. “You’ll have to be quiet so the other passengers don’t realize that I’m touching you like this.”
She nodded rapidly, then pretended to glance around the plane. The light coming through the plastic windows was romantically dim. He could almost imagine rows of passengers reading magazines, listening to music or dozing as the plane gently rocked through the air…and he stroked Kara’s most private of places.
He wanted to watch her face while he made her come without being distracted by his own needs. It would be tough, but worth it for the pleasure it would give her.
He tugged her panties down and out of his way and grazed the curls between her legs.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she said, her knees giving way.
“Steady,” he said, as he ran a finger along the crease between her buttocks and thigh. She tensed. The flesh on her bottom was firm—only a thin layer of padding over taut muscle. “You feel good.”
“Uhn-nn,” she managed. Thank you, was probably what she meant.
He slid his other hand up the back of her other leg to cup her bottom, loving the moan she gave in response. Then he slid a finger very gently between the folds of her skin, not all the way to her clitoris, just enough to give her a charge.
“Oh, my,” she said, sagging against the back of his seat. “Oh, oh, oh.” She grabbed his hair and tugged—a measure of her excitement that aroused him, too.
“Careful,” he reminded her. “If the other passengers know I’m touching you like this, they’ll want to touch you, too. I could never allow that. You’re all mine.”
“Ross—I mean Mike,” she said, her eyes flying open.
The mistake set off a little alarm in his head. She needed to think of him as Mike, not Ross. And he’d better not be thinking of her as Kara. “Tell me your name, beautiful sky angel,” he said, slowly stroking her.
“A-a-angel,” she stuttered, barely able to speak, it seemed. “Angel sounds good.”
“Perfect,” he said, carefully separating the folds of her flesh, thin as paper and slick with wetness, going for her core. “You’re my angel on this flight. Now, let me make you fly.”
“You are,” she gasped, trying to play along, he could tell, but distracted by what his finger was doing.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured.
She clutched his face against her stomach, and he kissed her through the stiff fabric, wishing the skirt were gone so he could put his mouth on her soft, warm belly and then lower to taste her sweetness. But both his hands were happily busy.
Besides, they had the pretend passengers to think of. Seeing real people out the window and imagining passengers envying him made him even more aroused. His right hand kneaded her bottom, his left slid gently along the path she’d made wet for him.
Now Angel’s
She was anxious about this. He needed to calm her, so he slid his hand under her skirt, moving upward slowly, watching her face the entire time.
“Oh,” she said. Shock flickered across her face and a shudder passed through her body. He inched a little higher on her thigh. She wobbled as if she might faint. He loved the way she reacted to the merest brush of his fingers—as though she’d never been touched before. He couldn’t imagine anything more erotic.
“This isn’t what I planned,” she managed to say, bracing herself against the back of the seat, her fingers squeaking on the leather. “You’re the passenger and I’m the attendant. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“Oh, you are taking care of me,” he said, his fingers sliding higher. “You’re taking care of my curiosity. I’ve always wondered what was under these tight, tight skirts….” He brushed the thin strip of silk that stood between him and Kara’s most tender flesh. She gasped.
“Shh, now,” he murmured. “You’ll have to be quiet so the other passengers don’t realize that I’m touching you like this.”
She nodded rapidly, then pretended to glance around the plane. The light coming through the plastic windows was romantically dim. He could almost imagine rows of passengers reading magazines, listening to music or dozing as the plane gently rocked through the air…and he stroked Kara’s most private of places.
He wanted to watch her face while he made her come without being distracted by his own needs. It would be tough, but worth it for the pleasure it would give her.
He tugged her panties down and out of his way and grazed the curls between her legs.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she said, her knees giving way.
“Steady,” he said, as he ran a finger along the crease between her buttocks and thigh. She tensed. The flesh on her bottom was firm—only a thin layer of padding over taut muscle. “You feel good.”
“Uhn-nn,” she managed. Thank you, was probably what she meant.
He slid his other hand up the back of her other leg to cup her bottom, loving the moan she gave in response. Then he slid a finger very gently between the folds of her skin, not all the way to her clitoris, just enough to give her a charge.
“Oh, my,” she said, sagging against the back of his seat. “Oh, oh, oh.” She grabbed his hair and tugged—a measure of her excitement that aroused him, too.
“Careful,” he reminded her. “If the other passengers know I’m touching you like this, they’ll want to touch you, too. I could never allow that. You’re all mine.”
“Ross—I mean Mike,” she said, her eyes flying open.
The mistake set off a little alarm in his head. She needed to think of him as Mike, not Ross. And he’d better not be thinking of her as Kara. “Tell me your name, beautiful sky angel,” he said, slowly stroking her.
“A-a-angel,” she stuttered, barely able to speak, it seemed. “Angel sounds good.”
“Perfect,” he said, carefully separating the folds of her flesh, thin as paper and slick with wetness, going for her core. “You’re my angel on this flight. Now, let me make you fly.”
“You are,” she gasped, trying to play along, he could tell, but distracted by what his finger was doing.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured.
She clutched his face against her stomach, and he kissed her through the stiff fabric, wishing the skirt were gone so he could put his mouth on her soft, warm belly and then lower to taste her sweetness. But both his hands were happily busy.
Besides, they had the pretend passengers to think of. Seeing real people out the window and imagining passengers envying him made him even more aroused. His right hand kneaded her bottom, his left slid gently along the path she’d made wet for him.
Now Angel’s
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