On the Flights

by Ellen Hutton

  In minutes, Natasha was standing enveloped in my arms, in her expensive dark flowing gown with shiny spots dazzling the entire length. I embraced her passionately and placed a gentle kiss against her red painted lips.

  "I am glad to see you," she said with a warm smile, as she freed herself from my frame.

  "Same here darling," I responded with a smirk and a wink, holding her by the waist as I led her to a vacant space free from the blinding lights emitting from the cameras.

  "Gosh! These lights! How do you cope with them? Damn!" I said as we walked side by side.

  "Well, I've gotten used to it over the years, you know?" She replied, her smile radiating the scenery as we walked.

  "How was the photo shoot though?" I asked, having finally finding a secluded spot for us to speak privately.

  "Very well as you can see," she quipped with a wide grin on her face, standing on one foot with arms wide open in a showing off manner.

  I gave a quick chuckle scanning her from head to toe, which was Natasha's intent as she elaborately expressed herself.

  "Nice dress, by the way," I complimented, with a teasing smile.

  "I thought you wouldn't notice," she responded mockingly.

  "Well..." I started to speak, drawing an inquisitive look on Natasha's face laden with an adorable smile. My God, she was truly beautiful.

  She swung peered into my eye in an eagerly inquiring manner as I built the suspense in the air.

  "Can you talk already?" Natasha said impatiently, albeit, with a stroke of excitement.

  The air around Natasha went still momentarily from anxiety as she looked intently into my eyes, still maintaining her smile.

  "I am getting married..." I said finally with a straight face.

  Another round of stillness ensued around us both as neither of us spoke for a while. I held my laughter in check from the look on her face.

  The smile on Natasha's face slowly disappeared, leaving a bewildering expression engraved on her features.

  "Okay...?" She said finally, trying to maintain her cool. But I could see the confused look radiating in her eyes.

  "I'm sorry Natasha... I've been looking for ways to let you know... I mean to ask you... What I'm trying to say is; will you marry me, Natasha? Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I said as I dropped down to one knee in front of her.

  "Jesus!" She gasped and uttered in utter shock and amazement. Her expression again slowly changed from shocking bewilderment to relief and then to joy as a soft smile started to appear on her pink face.

  She let out a flow of air from her mouth.

  "I think I'm going to need a drink.," she said as she started to step backwards.

  A few steps backwards revealed her beauty to the colorful lights once again; indeed, she was such a beauty to behold. Her skin glowed from the reflection of the lights on her body coming from various corners. She had the type of figure any man would kill for; standing at a height of five feet and nine inches, with accentuated curves like that of a princess. She had skin that glowed like glass dipped in sweet vanilla, she was blessed with the kind of body many ladies would kill to have. With a body like hers, it wasn't surprising Natasha stood out this much.

  Chapter 6

  I slowly leapt to my feet and took a few steps in her direction, pulling her back into my arms passionately.

  "Yes, I will! I will marry you, Philip," she exclaimed with tears in her eyes. My heart was in utter excitement and amidst our joyous laughter; my arms enveloped her for the second time.

  The attention in the room started to shift towards our direction.

  I picked her up and swirled her around because she had just made me the happiest man in the world. I sat her on her feet and embraced her once more invoking another round of wild laughter.

  "I will!" She exclaimed again.

  "Say? You will do what?"

  "I will marry you!"

  Excitement filled the hall at once as everyone turned towards our direction bringing their hands together in rounds of applause, letting out screams of joy and excitement.

  The music became louder; screams and applauds erupted even more as we held on to each other and started to kiss passionately.

  Thoughts of the first day she kissed me filled my mind. The relationship between Natasha and me had been magic from then on.

  Each time we had spent together was amazing. We had both grown so attached in such a short while it was believable that we had met before in their previous life and joined together in this one.

  Jerking from my thoughts by the numerous congratulating voices in the background, my eyes once again focuses on my beautiful fiancé and the excited voices of the people surrounding us.

  I thanked the crowd for the love shown before asking to be excused politely. I take Natasha’s hand in mine, dart out excitedly out of the room. Natasha looks flush from our abrupt departure.

  In one quick turn, she turns back before exiting the hall and wave in her usual dramatic fashion to the crowd and then stepped out into my waiting arms.

  Natasha couldn't hide the blush on her face the whole time. She was totally in love with me and I with her, I had never felt this way before in my entire life, except with Stacy, and I never thought I could feel this way again until I met her.

  "Where are you taking me to?" Natasha asked as we walked in brisk steps towards the vehicle.

  "Sincerely, I have no idea; I just want to get you out of here before I burst open of excitement." I responded almost immediately.

  The drive from the venue to the rendezvous was pretty fast. I drove in blistering speed, overtaking every automobile on the way out of enthusiasm. I was visibly joyous at the outcome of my proposal and Natasha could tell. She was equally excited; she had loved me from the very first time their paths crossed, she confessed.

  Soon, we were at a fancy restaurant; the ambience was calm, suiting albeit with a tone of flamboyance.

  "Do you like it?" I asked as we stepped in, Natasha holding her flowing dress in her hands.

  "Of course, I love it! It's beautiful!" She responded.

  The hostess led us to a table and we took a seat.

  “Your server will be over momentarily,” the hostess said giving us a menu and walked away. In seconds, he was at their side with my menu list in hand.

  The server arrived, and we made our order after scanning through the menu list and in seconds, the attendant disappeared with the promise to reappear with their order as soon as possible.

  I stared into Natasha's eyes with a soft smile on my face.

  "Oh my God!" She said shyly, hiding her face in between her palms.

  "Why am I so shy around you all of a sudden?" She asked inaudibly as her words were distorted by her palms.

  "Well, I think it's because you just said yes to me," I replied with a wink.

  Natasha laughed at the sound of my words closing her face more tightly.

  "You are not helping," she blurted out again inaudibly.

  A minute of silence ensued as I took time observing the beauty in front of me.

  "What are you doing?" She asked still covering her face.

  The smile on her face widened.

  "I was thinking... We should go see my mother for a formal introduction; it's what people do, right? I felt really bad that you did not meet my mother the last time" I said as she looked on with adoration in her eyes.

  “I am so sure she would be glad to meet you; we have discussed so many times about me bringing you home, my mom and I. She seems to have gotten fond of you without even seeing you.” I said.

  Natasha slowly uncovered her face to reveal a wholesome facial blush that had been hiding behind her palms.

  She didn't have to say a word. Her expression already answered it; she already relished the opportunity to see my mother for the first time. She had also seen a few pictures of her on my tablet, but nothing was better than actually seeing her in person. />
  "So, I'm thinking we could do it during the weekend? Is it a good time for you, Natasha," I inquired to see how her schedule was?

  "No problem; I'm good for my weekend." She said shyly in a soft voice.

  “So much in a day.” She mused as she slowly covered her face again as she turned pinker underneath the dim light that served as the source of vision in the small fancy but restaurant.

  The server returned shortly with a large metallic tray in hand carrying one tall bottle of champagne and two wine glasses.

  He slowly positioned the two glasses in front of the couple and nicely placed the champagne bottle at the center of the table.

  "May I?" The server inquired pointing towards the bottle in style.

  "Nah! We got it." I responded politely.

  The attendant straightened up immediately from my bent posture and promised to get back with our remaining order in no time, disappearing at once just as he had appeared.

  The ambience of the room darkened we chatted on amidst shy laughter and joyful noise.

  **

  Time seemed to move faster than it had ever gone and in the blink of an eye, the weekend was upon us. I was at home with Lillian and Mother, getting everything ready as we awaited the arrival of the love of my life. Mother was ecstatic because she saw joy in me once more. And finally, we heard the soft melody of a car outside and we all stepped out as Natasha made her way out of the car. I was all smiles and so was mother. Lillian had a wide grin and the dog kept on barking. But just as Natasha stepped out of the car, I looked at mother and noticed that the smile had wiped from her face. She seemed lost somewhere in-between confused and upset.

  [Oh my God] he said.

  Even Natasha could notice the drama that was unfolding.

  [What’s wrong mother/] I asked.

  [You cannot get married to her, Phillip] she said.

  [But why/] I inquired,

  [Because that is my sister’s daughter] She said and stormed back into the house, almost caught in tears.

  The next couple of days were tough and I had to admit, I had no idea of what to do. But through all of this, one thing had not changed. I loved Natasha. We tried to prove mother wrong. It had to be a lie. Something must be wrong somewhere. But alas we confirmed from Natasha’s mother and she corroborated the story. They were indeed sisters, divided by hatred for each other.

  But we were not ready to let such thing as a taboo come in-between us. No matter what would be thrown at us, we were determined to see this through. I invited Natasha for a talk a month after the heat had been at its peak. We had to iron this out once and for all. She obliged and came. We were in Tennessee now, not Colorado. Now I was in y own turf.

  Chapter 7

  We had talked for a while now and I could feel it in the air. She still loved me very much like I loved her. I was glad all my plans worked out like I had programmed. I told her plainly how I felt and told her to make her decision. She could leave if she wanted to. I was not going to force her. But if she loved me like I loved her, I begged her to stay. And then she got up and started walking toward the door. My heard stopped. She reached the door and turned back, and then started walking towards me.

  I saw her image approach me and immediately, shivers of expectation ran through my veins. I landed my gaze on her gentle and innocent eyes, and I could tell that they were filled with love for me, like mine were filled with love for her. The distance between us somehow seemed like we were two continents apart. My legs were thinking the same thing and they started to close the gap and move toward the source of the burning fire in my soul. She was so beautiful. It was one of the few times that she had actually taken the time to do her make up until the splendid appearance of her beauty was in full view. I gulped and swallowed, as my tongue could not wait to taste the sweetness of her tender lips. Finally, I was only a breath away from her and we took that breath together as our lips touched. My hands wandered just below her back, holding her tightly, yet it was ever so tender. I enjoyed the feel of the warmth of her mouth and the taste of her tongue. She kissed me with all the built up passion in her system and allowed herself go, falling deeper and deeper into me. I savored the moment, as it was pure bliss. And then there was the feeling of the sharp rush of blood running through our veins, pumping from our hearts and escaping from our thumbs; making them numb.

  My palms collapsed on her soft bum, dragging her even nearer to me as I felt more of her heat and consumed her perfume. She moaned into my ears and allowed all the built up passion in her to be set loose, and I in turn was ever so ready to receive. The kiss was passionate and tense with her hands firmly placed on the bones of my back, and they ran up and down the length of it. I broke the kiss to catch a view of her face. It was red with desire and want. And oh boy was I ready to play Santa and supply all her wants without holding back.

  She looked into my eyes with appreciation in them and I saw what I had never seen in any other woman in my life. Just then, she lifted herself up and caught my lips with her own once more, pushing me back with the force of her body as I struggled for balance. I took three steps back and began to coordinate my movement toward the bed as we both staggered backward, caught in the web of a kiss and senseless emotions. I felt the bed with the back of my leg and immediately swung my woman on the bed with one quick twist and turn. She chuckled as she lay there on the bed, watching me as I took off my tie and moved on to the buttons on my shirt. Her eyes widened as my chest slowly came into view, only protected by the flimsy material of the singlet that I wore. I smiled graciously at her legs, as she spread them as far as her dress would allow.

  My knees touched the softness of the bed and I crawled to her, not taking my eyes off her for even a second. She giggled at the desire in my eyes, mocking me. But I knew that she had just that same desire in hers also. I moved like a tiger toward her and gently pounced on her but she could, just enough to make her feel the intensity of how much pleasure I was ready to give her for making me see a new side to love. I never thought I could fall in love again but she had shown me now that I was so wrong.

  I resumed with my lips on hers as we both unleashed our passion. One of my hands went down to her leg, running ever gently across its smooth surface until my fingers caught the hem of her dress and slowly started to drag it up. The heat on her flesh became more concentrated and led my hand through her thighs ever so gently. I stopped midway and stared deeply into her eyes, making sure she knew exactly what I was going to do next. And she knew indeed.

  I lifted myself up and focused my gaze on the fairness of her inner thighs, leading to that flimsy lingerie that she had on, just for this occasion. It had been worn to be taken off by me. That was its purpose and it was about t fulfil it with the help of my eager fingers. I ran my hands up her laps, and then her thighs, slowly, filling her with anticipation and interest in what was about to come. But then I stopped and without any permission took my head down to kiss her laps, running sweet kisses up her milky flesh. She gasped as she felt the wetness of my mouth combined with the heat that emanated from it. Such pleasure could only be imagined by those who have ever experienced it… I experienced the pleasure of giving her pleasure.

  Her breathing stopped immediately she felt my breath on her feminine substance. She closed her eyes in anticipation. But I was not done with my teasing yet. I wanted to go a little bit farther until she begged, and she knew it too. I went back up and pulled her dress up her waist till it was just underneath her boobs. Her nipples were firm and craved attention so I obliged and pulled her dress above them. She moved her body to ease the movement and we got the dress out of her body. I allowed my elbow to slightly brush against her nipples and she reacted at once.

  Now her breasts stood firmly and proudly with their dark nipples facing me. She had such fair; yet dark skin beauty that only a beautiful African lady could possess and it fit her perfectly. I leaned downward and took her left nipple into my mouth, gently licking it with my t
ongue while also sucking. My right hand went to her right breast and caressed it lightly and gently, entertaining the heat and softness.

  And then I gently bit at her nipples and her moan became very audible. She had been trying so hard to keep herself at bay but she could no longer do it. It was worthless to fight such ecstasy. She moaned even louder as my right hand left her breast and went down to take off her panties as I was increasingly getting restless and impatient. I wanted to make love to her so badly. My own breathing had changed and hers had taken a very noticeable turn. She was breathing very deeply now. I moved down quickly and took in the sweet smell of her feminine nature before allowing my tongue kiss the flesh near her pussy and gradually inching closer to the honey spot. And just then I felt the pressure of her thighs on my head as she seemed to want to squeeze the oxygen out of my head. I had no choice now. I could only go one direction, and so I did and felt her taste on my tongue… and God did it taste nicer than I could imagine. She had been eating a lot of water melons, I could tell. I guess that is why they say you are what you eat.

  But that was not the only thing that was going on. Her moaning became more rapid and I could tell that she was not far from her first orgasm and indeed I was not wrong. The sputter that hit my face was enough testimony to that fact. She was a Squirt. Her juices were heavenly as I continued to lick her. The discomfort in my pants was proof that I could not wait any longer. I stuck my finger into her vagina first, and then slowly doubled it. She was wet enough to accommodate three but that was not the motive. While she recovered from her wild orgasm, I took the opportunity to pull off my trouser and set my raging manhood free to explore. It certainly was ready to do just that. The veins were thicker than I had ever experienced and I was harder than steel. I looked up at the woman of my dreams and saw that her gaze was focused on my very hard penis. She had need and desire in her eyes, but she also had self-doubt… like she was wondering if she could take all the pleasure that I had to offer.