"Secondly, I'm horny, and it's really hard to hate you when you look so cute trying not to grope me. And before you deny wanting to feel me up, your eyes have barely looked away from my chest the entire trip. Oh, and I heard you sniffing my hair."
"I have no idea what you are talking about Ms. Drake, but I will try to alleviate your frustration as best I can."
She pushes the tray aside, shimmies out of her underwear and hands them to me. I get up to let her through placing the lace in my pants pocket. As I watch her ass bounce in the tan swing skirt she is wearing I wonder how long is enough time to pass to not make it suspicious that I am following her.
Sitting down I glance at my watch and time thirty seconds. Wow, I never realized how long thirty seconds could be. I look down and see her glasses on the floor. I pick them up and debate on if I should bring them into the bathroom with me so we can play sexy librarian. I decide against it and set her glasses back onto her tray that is now pushed by the window.
I get up and head to the front of the plane and open the door to the lavatory. Thankfully this is a first class bathroom so it's a bit more spacious as Morgana and I seem to fit comfortably inside. She leans back on the metal counter as I pin her in place with my hands on either side.
"So, have you ever done this on a plane before Henrik?"
I shake my head and watch as a smile tickles her lips.
"Oh so this is virgin territory for you. The great Mr. Payne is unfamiliar with sex in an airplane bathroom. I guess I should feel flattered."
"What about you Morgana? Are you a member of the mile high club?"
The tip of my finger draws a line from her ear down to her chest watching her body tremble from my touch. Her scent is stronger now, less floral, more her. It is drawing me closer as I begin to nuzzle her neck licking and nipping my way up to her ear.
"Maybe."
This information causes me to halt my actions. I lift my head and gaze at her. I don't like that someone else has done something with her that I haven't. Perhaps it is a bit irrational, but you see what she does to me. I’m like a mad man around her. I grit my teeth, “Yes or no Morgana.”
She sighs, slumping her shoulders. “Fine. No, I haven’t done it alright. I just wanted to tease you a little. Maybe ruffle your feathers a bit. You’re no fun.”
She lightly swipes at my shoulder and pouts. Then her hands start to move down my black sweater toward the hem.
"You ruffle my feathers plenty outside the bedroom, no need to bring it in here."
I nudge back into her neck, breathing her in as my hands make work of lifting and wrapping her legs around me as she tries unsuccessfully to lift my sweater.
"This isn't a bedroom, Henrik."
Her mouth. Such a little smartass. Grrr. Is it odd I am so turned on by it?
Reaching between us with some difficulty I manage to undo my pants and push them down enough to release my cock. After I adjust us I position my plump head at her soaked entrance. It's warm and feels like silk along my shaft.
"Condom," Morgana pants.
"Fuck." I place her down and bend to dig in the pocket of my gray dress pants that are now pooled on the floor.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Oh shit!
"Occupied," Morgana yells as she panics, her eyes wide with fear.
"Miss, this is the stewardess. We are starting to prepare our descent so you need to return to your seat as soon as possible."
We both let out a huge sigh and then look at each other and laugh.
"Well, I guess we will remain mile high club virgins for a while longer Henrik."
She pats me on the back as I get dressed like she's my team mate and we just finished a game.
"Definitely on the return flight."
She nods and holds up her hand as she opens up the door. Looking out and then back at me she waves me forward.
"The coast is clear. The stewardess isn't here and from what I can see in the aisle most everyone is asleep."
We creep out and ease back into our chairs hoping no one noticed. That's when our giggle fit starts.
Chapter 10
Payne's Rule Four: Don’t drink, it weakens people’s resolve
I’m drunk. Wait… wait… I’m not drunk per se, but I have been drinking a lot. Yeah, I’m drunk.
I hold the scotch up to the light and look through the deep amber colored liquid trying to see Morgana. She appears brown. Even her hair has a dark mahogany tinge to it. Her lips are almost black.
I close one eye...nope still brown. Perhaps if I stop peering through the glass it might help with the color scheme.
"So Morgana, Edgar here tells me you are new to the company?" Garrett Marson, the head of our British distribution center, scoots his chair closer to her while eyeing her cleavage.