He gave me a look, one that I’d love to see again and again. He was hiding something, not wanting to let me in, but I knew he would if I pushed hard enough. Not here, not on the plane, and not today. But I would get inside and find out what drove him to do such risky stuff. That was my job, that’s why I was here. It was just a bonus that I was excited to learn what made Todd Morris tick.
The subject quickly reverted back to my dad, and what it was like growing up with him as a child. Todd’s eyes were full of surprise as I told him how much I loved baseball, and how I spent every second possible on the field, at the stadium, and close to my father.
“So, old Spaceman was a real family man?” he asked.
“Yeah, he was.” I missed that feeling of pride when talking about my dad. It felt good to remember how things used to be, and forget what they’d become, even if only for a moment.
“You get that look when you talk about your dad. It’s almost like sadness.” I felt instantly shaken by his observation. I thought I’d done a great job at hiding my pain, but I was apparently transparent through those deep blue eyes.
“I didn’t realize I did that,” I said, not willing to explain anything further.
We were halfway through our flight, and I hadn’t grown nervous once, not even with the turbulence in the air. I shared my favorite images with Todd, and he shared his videos stored secretly on his phone with me. He couldn’t post any of the stuff he showed me. I felt special that he’d allowed me to see it.
“I need to get a picture,” I said, standing in my seat and holding my camera out for a selfie that included most of the team on the plane. Todd jumped up, smiled into the camera just as I snapped the picture.
“I need to post this,” I said, tapping on the screen to create a cool update on the team’s upcoming arrival to Florida.
“Always working.” Todd shook his head and smiled.
My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much. It was by far the best airplane ride I’d ever had. I actually hated for it to end.
“Excuse me,” I said, standing from my seat. Todd stood, let me out and even though I didn’t turn back, I could feel his eyes following me down the aisle.
The bathroom sign was turned to “occupied.” I almost turned to go back to my seat, not exactly a fan of standing on a moving airplane, when the door opened. Luke emerged, a wide smile on his face, his cheeks slightly flushed with color, and his eyes wild with excitement. I moved out of his way, let him pass, and was ready to enter when the door opened again. This time, the blonde flight attendant who had helped me with my overhead bag emerged. She too had flushed cheeks, slightly redder than Luke’s, but also a strangely nervous smile. Her hair was madly out of place.
I’d heard of the mile high club, but I wasn’t a member. As I peeked into the bathroom to make sure no one else was inside, I couldn’t help but notice how small it was behind the door. How on earth did they manage to make anything happen with Luke’s large frame?
“You’re not gonna tell, are you?” I turned to see Todd standing close behind me.
My cheeks began to heat, and I knew the redness of my embarrassment was showing. I shook my head and smiled.
“So, you can keep a secret.” Todd moved closer to me as he spoke. “Good to know.”
My heart raced as he reached out toward me, letting one hand glide slowly down my bare arm. My nipples tightened, my pussy swelled, suddenly my undergarments felt restricting. My panties were strangling my delicate flesh as it grew with excitement beneath the silk.
“I can,” I replied softly.
My eyes went to the front of the plane. We were situated in a nook where we were unseen by the other passengers. Excitement rolled through my veins at the thought of kissing Todd right then and there. No, hands off the players, Katrina.
“You think there’s room for us both in there?” he asked, his grin growing wide and his eyes hungry.
“Well, Luke just proved there is plenty of room,” I said quickly before realizing how flirty that came across.
“I’d love to get you alone,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip slowly.
Oh, I’d love that too!
My smile must’ve looked ridiculous. I could feel it widening across my face, but there was nothing I could do to control it, to stop it. I couldn’t speak. I could only imagine what it would be like to kiss those magnificent lips.
“Don’t you want to know what I’d do to you if we were alone?” His voice was so sensual it melted my inhibitions. Yes, I wanted to know desperately.
“First, I’d lean in close, hold you in my arms, and let my lips press against yours,” he purred. His hand moved to my top, one finger tracing the outline of the neck as he let out a heavy sigh. “I’d have to get you out of that top. Spend some time exploring your full breasts with my mouth.”
My pussy was focused on only his words. No one on the plane mattered, no job, no amount of money, just Todd Morris’s words about what he’d like to do to me.
His eyes embraced me, holding my attention as his lips parted to continue his delicious journey. My hips took in the warmth of his hands as they lowered on my body. I wanted to lean in to kiss him, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. No matter how bad I wanted to. Oh, I wanted to, badly.
“That skirt would look so good slid up around your waist. Those long legs open, your sweet flesh ready for me to taste.” My body trembled at the image Todd was creating in my mind. I could almost feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy as he spoke.
“Would you like that?” he asked.
I was so deep into my trance, I’d missed the fact the little blonde flight attendant had come back to retrieve her cart. Her presence snapped me back to reality. I smiled, my cheeks burning as he stared at me with those seductive eyes.
“It could be our little secret. And I can keep a secret too.”
“I’m sorry. I’m here to work,” I said, hating the words as soon as they fell from my lips. I wanted to play, not work. Why did Daddy have to be so careless?
The look of disappointment on his face was no match for the stiffness in his jeans. I imagined his cock pressed hard against the denim, full and long, ready to play out his verbal fantasies in real life. I knew if I allowed it, he’d come into that bathroom with me, fuck me hard against the small sink, and make me come over and over again.
“You sure?” he asked, his lips curling into a smile.
I’d never been so unsure of anything in my life. “I’m sure.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Todd
“Please take your seat, sir.” I turned to find the little blonde flight attendant Luke had been messing around with standing in front of me. Shit, my pants were tight, my cock hard as hell.
“Of course,” I said quickly.
Her eyes drifted from mine, lowering to my crotch. “There’s another restroom in the front of the airplane,” she said softly after meeting my eyes again.
I smiled, gently pushed my way past her, and found my seat. The thought of escaping into the other bathroom and rubbing one out was appealing, but I’d prefer to wait. Walking back to my seat, I wondered if I’d upset Katrina, offended her in any way. I didn’t think so. She seemed into it, like she wanted it — wanted me — but she took off so quickly. Her tone was so professional, so cold when she said, “I’m sure.”