As we turned to make our final descent to the airport, I again had to close my eyes. I was too scared. The whole thing was too scary. I didn’t want to watch us crash.
“Open your eyes,” Josh said in a soft and even tone.
“I can’t. I’m too scared.”
“Open your eyes, Candice. Trust me. I’ll keep you safe.”
I opened them and searched Josh’s eyes. He looked at me briefly, and that was all it took. I knew he would, in fact, keep me safe.
Slowly, he maneuvered the plan so we were lined up with the runway. As we got closer and closer to the ground, it took every last bit of my energy to try and keep my eyes open. I was so scared; I didn’t want to look, but I did. I trusted Josh, and I watched as he safely landed the plan on a little runway in the middle of nowhere.
He taxied the plane off the runway and over to a small hangar. When the plan stopped, Josh reached over and grabbed me. He pulled me on top of him, and we kissed passionately. There was no one around; the whole airport was dark.
The excitement of the moment took over, and I wanted him desperately. My adrenaline was pumping so hard through my veins that I couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure that he could give me.
I reached down and unbuttoned his pants. It surprised him, and I liked that look on his face. Josh looked around the airport, but he knew no one was around. There was too much dark night sky for anyone to see us even if they were around.
I pulled him out of his pants and reached up to try and get my panties off. The plane was just too small. I couldn’t stand, and I could hardly maneuver to figure out how to get them off.
Josh reached up, grabbed hold of them, and with one quick pull, he ripped them off of me. The passion in his eyes made me instantly wet. I wanted him inside of me. I needed to release this large amount of adrenaline that was coursing through my body.
I guided him into me, and his body inside of mine sent my nerve endings into overboard. I felt my body clench up around him almost instantly.
Josh grabbed my hips and helped me lift myself up off of him and then back down. My body welcomed him, and I felt more and more build up of excitement as I thrust on top of him. Josh pushed down the top of my leather dress and released my breasts from the confines of the dress. Then he took one of them into his mouth as I continued to bounce on top of his body.
His body and mine thrust at the same time, and the build up to orgasm happened faster than I had expected. Soon my body was in overdrive, and I thrust harder and harder on top of him. Then it happened. My whole body tensed up, and I grabbed a hold of Josh. Faster and faster I thrust against him until I felt the ultimate release of the pleasure that he thrust inside of me.
Josh
Fucking her in my airplane had actually never come to my mind before. I genuinely just wanted to take her away for a few days and have her alone at my country house. But I wasn’t going to say no to her delicious body as she straddled me. It was hot as hell that she wanted me so bad. Especially after the uncertainty of the last few days.
As we got out of the plane, I called for a driver and took Candice to my quiet country home. Not many people knew I even owned the place, and it was the perfect spot to make up for being a giant ass.
When we arrived at the house, I had already had my local assistant stock it with food and turn the lights on. It was so welcoming to arrive in a house that was ready to relax in.
“Here,” I handed Candice a bag. “These are for you. Hope they fit.”
“Clothes! Josh, you are seriously amazing. How did you get clothes delivered here at this time of night?”
“Anything to make you feel comfortable.”
Candice jumped up and hugged me and then wrapped her legs around me. I couldn’t help laughing.
“So should I give you the house tour like this?” I grabbed her ass and carried her into the kitchen.
As I set her down on the kitchen counter, I couldn’t help thinking about that first night we met. The electricity between us. The passion. It was just as strong as in that moment. That’s how I knew I wanted to keep Candice around. I wanted to try this out and see if we could make each other’s lives even better by sticking together.
“Oh, I see, bring me out to this secluded house so I can’t take off. Very clever,” Candice joked as she pulled me close to her.
I spread her legs and grabbed hold of her ass as she sat on the gold marble countertop.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
“That’s good because I don’t intend to make a run for it this time.”
I liked the sound of that. For the first time in my entire life, I was not trying to figure out how to get out of the relationship in the morning. I actually thought about what I would make Candice for breakfast as we started the first day of the rest of our lives.
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Ryan
I know what I want and I wanted to fuck her. Not like a college boy who wants to have a sweet little fling. I wanted to fuck her, hard and dirty. She was a tiny thing, maybe 5’4” tall, but her tits were insane. Large and flowing from her little club dress.
Her dress was shorter than she was comfortable with, I could tell. Every time I looked at her she was grabbing at the hem and pulling it down. That sexy little ass of hers almost peeking out on a few occasions.
I was hard imagining my cock thrusting into that hot ass. It was going to be mine someday, I already knew that.
The two girls behind me were not very stealth. I could hear them trying to get up the nerve to talk to me for at least five minutes.
“Just say Hi, I know it’s him,” the slutty little brunette said.
“I can’t do it. It’s Ryan King, he is too hot,” the other said.
Oh, get it over with already you little tarts. Yes, I’m Ryan King. Yes, I defendant Roger Stone, the infamous football player charged with murder. I cannot even remember the number of times I’ve had women think that their admiration would interest me.
“Hi, um… are you Ryan King?” The blonde tart asked.
“He is Ryan, you don’t have to ask him. It’s obvious,” the brunette added.
I liked her a little more than the blonde. Simple common sense was better than utter brainlessness. But that redhead across the club still had my cock hard for her. Her voluptuous body was much more my thing. I liked to have something to grab onto. Hips, thighs, and tits were a thousand times better than a stick thin Barbie model.
I kept my eyes fixated on the sexy little redhead; she had looked my way a few times but no eye contact yet. I would know if she was my type for sure, only after our eyes locked.
“I’m sure you get this a lot, but we are big fans,” the blonde said.
“Actually I find it strange that you would be a fan of a lawyer,” I said.
Soon, it would happen soon. I watched her ass moving on that dance floor, there was only a matter of time before my gaze sunk in and she felt the need to look.
There, yes that’s it baby girl. I locked eyes with her and instantly felt it
. She would be mine by the end of the night.
“Oh, we mean you are such a good lawyer and you would be good to learn from.”
“Are you law students?” I asked with a level of amusement.
“No. English and Marketing.”
“Have a good night.”
I tried not to be overly mean, but they weren’t my type and I never liked to waste my time or anyone else. They would surely find themselves a self-absorbed college boy to occupy their nights.
I left and made my way to the other side of the club to get a closer look at the girl I would be inside by the end of the night.
Jennifer
He stood over at the bar with two sexy girls on either side of him. Both the girls were more than I could ever imagine being able to compete with. One was blonde and maybe a size zero, the other brunette with a similarly small waist. God I was so tired of being surrounded by these college coeds. I really couldn’t wait to get out into the world and at least have a chance with some guys.
All summer break I spent hanging out with my friends who managed to take any guy I even thought I might have a chance with. It wasn’t their fault. We all look the way we do and there isn’t much we can do about that.
But these girls I hang out with, they always caught the eye of men way before I could seduce them with my witty personality and humor.
He stood there like nothing in the world bothered him. Just enjoying his drink and smiling at the girls who were with him.
There was something about him though; I found it hard not to look at him. But I bet a lot of the girls in the club that night had looked at him. He looked like he could star in movies, but was too cool for that. Instead, he stood at the end of the bar with women draped over his arms and a whiskey in his hand.
He carried himself with confidence, not the typical confidence that cocky men get. This guy’s confidence was beyond what I had ever seen. He didn’t need to look around for his friends if he was meeting someone. He would just wait for them to find him.
The cool nature of his demeanor wasn’t the only thing that caught my attention. That chiseled body was a sure fire distraction. His button up shirt tried to disguise his muscles, but that was near impossible. The hard body under his clothes made his clothes lay on him in an entirely different way than other people's clothes looked.
Standing at probably six feet tall, he was the perfect height. I liked my men tall and he was certainly dark and handsome. His brown hair was trimmed tight at his collar, but the top was a bit longer and unconventional.
He looked like he had finished a long day at work and was just out to get a drink before crashing in bed for the night.
The two girls that stood next to him seemed very interested in him, yet he didn’t look at them at all.
This dress is entirely too small for me.
It’s hard to even enjoy myself when I’m always worrying about my body popping out of this thing. I would have preferred to wear jeans and a cute top, but Rose would have killed me. Her passion for the latest fashions had been my cross to deal with all summer long. Never could we go out to a club and just have fun, she always insisted that I dress up with her. It was torturous.
I couldn’t help but try and take another peek at that hunk of a man by the bar. He certainly was the most interesting guy in the club.
My imagination swelled with thoughts of him. I didn’t normally dare to think of a man as delicious as he was. But there was something about him, on this night that caught my imagination.
He looked at me and I got wet instantly. Soaked with desire to have him look at me like that naked, I’m delusional I know; a guy like that doesn’t go after a girl like me. It’s a nice thought though…a very nice thought.
I look away. There’s no reason to keep looking at something I will never have.
The alcohol intake had me at my limit and yet I didn’t want to leave. This was our last night out before law classes started back up tomorrow.
The summer had gone by so fast, way too fast. I didn’t want to go back to school but, on the other hand, I thought it was a necessity that I push forward and finish. It’s my last year of law school and probably going to be the hardest.
I still feel like I knew nothing.
The internship and supervision we would get the first semester should really help solidify the type of law I wanted to go into. I just hoped I don’t get a jerk for a supervisor. I had heard there were a couple really mean teachers and a couple pretty cool ones.
I needed just one more drink. If I have more than that, I wouldn’t be able to get home on my own.
I headed up to the bar to get a drink and glanced over to where the hunky guy was at, but he’s gone now. It was better that way. I didn’t need to waste my time flirting with some hunk that would only humor me and then leave me feeling worse than I already did about my self.
As I ordered my cranberry sour drink, he was suddenly right there beside me.
“She doesn’t want that. Give her an Irish Car Bomb,” he says as he looked me directly in the eyes.
The power of his gaze was felt instantly. I couldn’t breathe. He was standing there only a foot away from me.
“Oh, I don’t know. That sounds like more than I can handle.”
“Yes, it is hard to handle.”
The way those words slid off his tongue I knew he wasn’t talking about the drink. His eyes were filled with desire and I couldn’t help but want him too.
My face flushed with red at his words and I wanted to give a witty comeback, but nothing came to mind. Instead, I just stood there watching the bartender make my drink. He poured a shot of whiskey, a shot of bailey’s and poured them into a cup of Guinness.
His body next to mine made me hot, both physically and erotically. I don’t think I can remember another man who could stand next to me and set my entire body into overdrive like he did. It was like every cell in my body started to shake.
“Are you here with a party?” He asked me.
His voice was like silk, smooth and sexy as hell. I wanted to press my body against his. It was like a physical urge that I couldn’t stop. He was so close to me. His eye so penetratingly seductive.
A girl like me didn’t get a drink from a guy like this. My brain froze as I searched for the answer to his question. Why was he talking to me? Surely he had something better to do than pitty flirt with a girl like me.
“I’m here with friends,” I managed to get out while trying to keep my breath calm.
“You should drink that,” he said as he looked down at the drink the bartender had placed in front of me.
“I’m not really a fan of Guinness or Whiskey, a bit of an incident my freshman year,” I joked.
“Drink it.”
His voice was demanding, but his eyes were eating me up with desire. I felt an urge to do as he asked and I drank it.
The burning in my throat and stomach was intense. More than I had ever felt since most of my alcoholic drinking experience had been frilly girl drinks. His eyes stayed on me while I drank, so I just kept drinking.
Until it was all gone.
My body stopped shaking and I felt a sense of calm, finally.
“Yeah, are you going to carry me out of here when I pass out? That was a strong drink,” I laughed.
But when my eyes met his my laughing stopped.
“I’d have no problem with that.”
Of course, he wouldn’t. This guy was cool as a cucumber and wasn’t about to let some silly college girl throw him off his game.
He had to be in his mid-thirties, but damn he looked good. Better than any of the juvenile college guys I spent time with. It wasn’t just about his clothes either. This hunk had a well taken care of body. Every aspect seemed perfectly defined and ready for the cover of some men’s clothing magazine. Even his skin was well taken care of with a soft glow and youthful tone.
His hand reached up to the bar and touched mine.
My brain sent and instant signal to my pus
sy to get wet. I couldn’t control it. He had some sort of power that was indescribable. His muscular body towered over me and all I could think about was what he would feel like on top of me. Thrusting inside of me while I let my hands play with the muscles of his chest.
“Jen, come back and dance,” Rose said as she tried to drag me away from the bar.
My gaze had been so transfixed on this hunk that I had not noticed Rose, who had made her way from the dance floor to drag me away from this hunk of a man.
Then she realized the incredibly hot guy that was standing next to me was flirting with me. She looked at me and then back at the hunk. A smile came across her face.
“Just a second,” I said.
It was over now for sure. Rose was skinny and hot, the guys flocked to her and she treated them like shit. They kept coming back for more though. This hunk of a guy was surely about to switch his focus, now that Rose had presented herself.
“Oh, hello,” Rose said as she thrust her chest toward him and put on the charm for the hunk.
“You two ladies enjoy your night.”
He gave me one last look and was gone.
“What was he doing? That was pretty rude.”
“Oh, he seemed nice enough. Let’s go dance,” I said as I pulled Rose back to the dance floor.
The surge of alcohol had me dancing without a care in the world. It was great for about thirty minutes. My body moved and pulsed to every song. I felt the music flow through my body like we were in perfect unison.
I glance around the room while I danced, hoping to find a glimpse of the hot hunk again, but he had disappeared.
Then my body decided I had had enough. The room spun and I just needed to get home to my bed. I hat hit my proverbial wall and I knew it. Actions had to be taken quickly so I could make it home and into my bed before I couldn’t move another muscle.
“I’m going to catch a cab and get some sleep,” I said to Rose.
“I’m going to party all night,” she said with her usual high level of exuberance.
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