“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.
His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.
“You’re afraid I’ll call a lawyer and claim you’re sexually harassing me. Something along those lines?” I asked.
He nodded and sighed, taking another large sip from his glass. I slipped a piece of paper from a nearby notepad and, with the pen from my purse, wrote a quick note. On it I absolved him of all sexual misconduct that may happen aboard this plane. Adding my signature to the bottom, I handed it to him for perusal.
He took it and read over it quickly. “You know this isn’t legally binding,” he said. But before he had finished, I’d already slunk into his chair.
He tossed the note over his shoulder and gripped my back with his soft hands, taking me into a deep kiss. My knees weakened while he petted along my curves. I shuddered in anticipation while hooking my arm under his shirt and feeling his chest.
He stood up and lifted my top from my chest. I did the same to him, and as it came off, I kissed his chest. He threw the garment behind him and reached around to unhook my bra.
My breath grew heavier as he pulled it from me. I pulled him in close for another kiss, and he obliged. Feeling a little naughty, I shoved him back into the chair.
I looked around for a moment and found the remote for the stereo; I clicked it on and turned it to music I could dance to. I started to dance for him, letting him stare all he wanted as I swayed back and forth to the music.
His eyes lit up like a hungry dog staring at a freshly cooked steak. I liked feeling his stare on my topless body. The music bellowed deeply, with a steady beat, and my hips gyrated as I undid the pants I wore. I turned around and let him watch as I inched them down my legs, giving him a full view of my dark skin.
I threw the pants aside and felt my panties getting soaked as I continued to dance. I could see the bulge in his pants bursting to get out, and I wanted to help it, but not yet.
I lowered myself into his chair and rubbed my swollen pussy up and around his throbbing member. Dancing and swaying to the music, it felt like he was near ready to burst.
I faced and straddled him and then undid his pants. He grabbed my hips as I continued to grind. I stood back up and pulled what remained of his clothing off him.
I lowered my own underwear down my legs and let him admire my sex from behind while continuing my dance. I backed toward him again. Once again I grinded in his lap, letting him feel me with his skin. I could feel his penis pushing against me, and it drove me wild.
I couldn’t wait any longer; I straightened my back and allowed him to penetrate me. I moaned as he entered, inching farther and farther in as I sat down.
He grabbed my hips and held me down, and I could feel him deep inside, throbbing. He was bigger than I’d thought he would be, and it felt good as he continued to swell.
He worked me up and down with his hands, and I tried to catch my breath as we continued. He became more ravenous with each thrust, pounding deeper and deeper. I lost my mind in the sexual music we made.
I lifted myself off and turned around so that I could kiss him, and as I did, I lowered myself back onto him. I hugged him around his neck, and he continued to work me up and down along his shaft. My wetness ran down to the rich leather of the chair, and he didn’t seem to mind.
I gave myself over to the ecstasy of the moment and felt the familiar tickle of an orgasm beginning to crest. And it felt like he wasn’t far behind.
I arched my back, and he had to hold me as I clenched my muscles for the orgasm that kept wracking my body. I could feel him pumping his fluid deep inside me, and I accepted it readily.
It was then that I noticed the flight crew peeking out of the cabin, and with a bashful smile, I threw the radio remote at them.
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It took a while before we finally managed to pry ourselves off one another. I had to lock the cabin door shut so the crew would stop their attempts at sneaking a peek.
After we had landed, there was a limousine waiting for us that I had arranged prior to liftoff. Tom wore his pressed suit and I wore my wonderful new dress. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a change of underwear, which didn’t really bother me as much as I had thought it would.
We drove through the narrow streets of Paris, and I took in the sights. The Eifel Tower’s million lights twinkled like stars. I imagined being here, but not like this. I imagined coming here as a successful businesswoman, running my own company, not as an escort.