by Diane Thorne
As she relaxed in her seat, she recalled hearing the name mentioned repeatedly in the news. Connor Industries was the leading medical manufacturing company for prosthetic limbs as well as medical instruments, implant devices and machines. They owned several mid and small sized supply chains too. Connor Industries ranked in the billions and their stocks turned over profits annually.
Gwen’s gaze lowered to the card between her fingers. She read his title again to make sure her eyes hadn’t deceived her. Holy cow, Mr Sexy was the owner. But why would he ride a regular plane instead of a corporate jet?
One of the attendants appeared in the aisle a few rows ahead and instructed travellers what to do in an emergency. Gwen welcomed the distraction to calm her growing anxiety. Although she’d heard a similar spiel when she was a kid and had taken plane rides to visit family, she still listened to the directions. After all, she’d never flown over an ocean and never been in a plane for more than three hours. A drop dead gorgeous and wealthy man had never hit her on before either. God, she couldn’t get him out of her head, especially now that she knew his name and what he did for a living. Her vacation had started with a touch of embarrassment, but it had quickly transformed into a world of possibilities.
The plane gently backed away from the terminal. Two female flight attendants walked along the aisle, checking seat belts, under seats, and securing the overhead cabinet doors. Gwen hid Phillip’s card under her thighs, then clasped her hands together. When the attendant finally made it to her row, she glanced at their laps and feet. She gave them a smile and continued forward. Gwen didn’t move an inch until the pilot came on the intercom and attendants disappeared. She slipped the card out from under her skirt and held it above her lap.
“Afraid of flying?” Wynona asked softly, diverting Gwen’s attention.
She lowered the card on her leg to hide the wording. “No. I’ve flown on planes when I was a kid.”
Wynona’s gaze lowered to Gwen’s lap. Before she had a chance to say anything more, her husband claimed hold of her hand. She looked away and stared out the oval window with Henry while the plane’s engines revved.
The plane accelerated and Gwen turned to gaze out of the windows across the aisle. Other passengers watched too as everything rushed by during the race down the runway. The nose lifted first and the plane shook gently. Then suddenly they were above the ground and climbing in the sky.
She lifted the card and saw Phillip’s email address. Mr Sexy had given her permission to send him a message. He’d acted as if he wanted her to. Hell, he’d touched her underwear. Did he really find her attractive? Did he really want to have a conversation with her? Although she didn’t have a clue what to say, she had to send some kind of communication to him. He’d offered—no, he’d invited her to a conversation. Refusing would be rude, and she couldn’t allow him to think that.
The flight would last eight hours. Surely, she could find something to talk about with him during such a long flight. She thought about what to send in her message and remembered when he had handed her the notebook and had touched her underwear. He didn’t have a ring on his finger. She was a single woman, and if she guessed right, he was single too. The shared detail wasn’t much, but it gave her something to work with. He had liked her panties after all. Maybe he’d like to see her wearing them.
The thought brought a smile to her face. Eight hours trapped in a plane with a sexy and single billionaire inviting her to talk to him. How could she resist? She couldn’t. The time had come for her to live life to the fullest and take advantage of all the opportunities available to her. As soon as the pilot gave the okay to switch on electronic devices, she’d send him a message. And if he asked to see her in the red lace bikini, she’d find a way to appease his request.
Chapter Two
The plane levelled out above the clouds, thousands of feet above the ground. Gwen’s ears had popped a few times due to the pressure change. Henry and Wynona held hands while staring out of their small window. Like them, many continued to gaze outside and marvel at the changing sky. The sun was setting and shades of pink and orange coloured the horizon. Gwen caught glimpses, but her focus remained on the seatbelt sign above their heads. She hoped it would disappear soon and the pilot would make an announcement so she could fire off a message to Phillip. With her anxiety high and patience running thin, she tapped her fingers on her lap in rapid succession as if she were playing a piano.
Several more long minutes passed before the seatbelt sign flickered then disappeared with two soft dings. Gwen lifted her leg and fished for her Kindle. It was the latest with high definition colour, Wi-Fi, a fast processor for games and movies and a ton of memory. Her Kindle could even take pictures. The fancy e-reader was one of the best gifts her daughters had given to her.
The pilot came on the intercom and informed passengers it was safe to turn on electronics and move around on the plane. Overjoyed with the pilot’s update, Gwen pressed the button on the rectangular device. She waited for the Wi-Fi icon to appear, then entered her personal and financial details to pay for the connection. Once she had Internet access, she logged into her email account then she lifted the small card she’d held during the plane’s ascension. Although she’d practically memorised Phillip’s email address, she reviewed it again on the business card he’d given to her. After she entered his information in the ‘to’ box, she prepared a message to send to him.
Mr Connor, thank you for your special care with my…clothes. I apologise for intruding in your space. I hope you are having a pleasant flight. Do you typically fly on regular airlines instead of a company or private plane? Sincerely, Gwen.
Her finger rested over the send button on her touch screen. She felt awkward asking why he was on a regular flight, but curiosity got the better of her. A man of his status could easily afford a private flight to any destination. For another matter, she considered if she should specify red panties or did she have enough details for him to know who she was? She moved her curser after the word clothes, erased it, and inserted red garment. Satisfied with the message, she pressed send.
Sighing with relief, she lowered the card and her Kindle. She’d initiated a conversation. Now, would he respond?
Wynona asked her something, but since Gwen’s thoughts were on Phillip, she’d missed the question and had only heard the last word. “Excuse me?” Gwen said.
“Do you have children?”
“Oh, yes. Two daughters.”
Wynona glanced at the e-reader in Gwen’s hand. “Are you sending them messages with your pad?”
Nosy woman. “Oh, yes.”
“We have one son and he’s married. We told him we’d call him after we arrived in London.”
“This is my first trip away from my girls.”
“Oh dear, you must miss them already.”
“I do. I like to stay in touch with them, so you may see me typing on my Kindle a lot.” The excuse was a good one. In the event Mr Sexy responded, her nosy neighbour would think Gwen was communicating with her daughters.
A new message appeared in Gwen’s inbox. Her heart gained a beat when she recognised the sender’s name. She tapped the screen to read the communication.
Phillip.Connor@… Please, call me Phillip. No intrusion at all. I’d gladly care for your red lace panties any time, especially removing them from you with my teeth. With warmest regards, Phillip.
PS—My corporate jet is in the hanger for maintenance and all the private planes were booked. I have an emergency meeting in London I must attend. As for my flight…it is getting better. How are you faring?
Gwen stared at the screen. His answer to her question about his preferred mode of transportation made sense. Lucky for her, he’d ended up on the same flight. With excitement coursing through her, she returned to the top of the message and reread it. He’d remove her panties with his teeth? Blood rushed through her veins. Her pussy spasmed. How could she respond to such an erotic message?
She pressed the r
eply icon and entered her response.
And what would you do after you remove them?
She moved her thumb to the send button, but before touching the screen she read his message again. Realising she’d missed his question, she returned to her message and added, PS—I’m a bit warm, but very well. Thank you.
Gwen crossed her legs and smiled after she sent the message. Mr Sexy seemed nice and playful. With plenty of time to kill, she was more than ready and willing to keep the lines of communication active and heated.
Her inbox lit up with a new message within a few minutes.
Phillip.Connor@… Good to hear you are feeling very well. I recommend you turn on the air above your head in case you become too warm. As for your question, I would take great pleasure in exploring your body with my tongue. Would this please you, Gwen?
Her jaw dropped as she read the message for a second time. Her nipples hardened at the thought of his tongue exploring her body. Was he for real? Surely he wouldn’t think about doing this to someone he knew nothing about. Or would he, since he was a billionaire? She entered her reply.
I’m flattered you’d consider exploring me, a complete stranger, with your tongue. But I do wonder… Do you say this to all the girls?
She pressed the send button and waited for a response. Although she enjoyed his flirtatious nature and sexy appeal, she wondered about his motives. Was he the type of man who used women for the sole purpose of fucking them? A man of his wealth could easily acquire women who didn’t care if the man treated her like a whore. Was his goal to lure Gwen with his money and prestige, then fuck her? Did he expect her to take it like a whore and keep her mouth shut? Gwen wouldn’t mind a one-night stand, but she demanded respect and courtesy. She would not let a man use her and then toss her aside as if she were nothing.
A new message arrived after several long minutes.
Phillip.Connor@… Gwen, I do not say that to all the girls. And I do not consider you one of them. From your conservative attire and shapely legs, I gather you are a smart and sensible woman with high regard for your health and appearance. I value and respect women of your class. I also speculate from the way you blushed that you are a woman with strong desires seldom fulfilled. This saddens me. A fine, exquisite woman, such as yourself, should enjoy all the pleasures of life. Make no mistake I do not casually fuck for the sake of fucking or welcome every female to my bed. Although I am experienced in matters of carnal pleasure, I assure you I am an honourable man.
A number appeared at the top of her screen indicating she had another communication in her inbox. She reviewed the new item.
Phillip.Connor@… PS—You didn’t answer my question.
Gwen stared at the message with a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The compliments boosted her confidence and raised her level of desire to the next heated level. He didn’t know a thing about her, yet he pointed out details that matched her exactly. Amazing. Now, was he a suave trickster, or genuinely honourable as he claimed?
Since she didn’t know enough about him to determine the answer, she returned to his prior email, read further and picked apart the last two lines. She interpreted them as he didn’t fuck every woman who piqued his fancy, but he adequately knew how to satisfy women. The lines also made it seem as if he were defending his position of interest in her and he didn’t want her to think he casually had sex with strangers. Bottom line—he didn’t use women for sex and he respected her.
The message calmed Gwen’s nerves. Her instinct favoured Phillip being a moral man, not a con artist. Besides, if he were the latter, the gossip tabloids would’ve spread the news by now.
She tapped the screen to prepare her response then noticed he wanted an answer to his last question. What was it anyway? She returned to his earlier email. The last question from him referenced his tongue exploring her body. Would it please her?
Knowing exactly what she wanted to say, she brought up the most recent communication and responded to it.
I appreciate your candour and the compliments. I value honesty and a man who respects women. Make no mistake I do not casually fuck for the sake of fucking or welcome every man into my panties. I do have strong desires, as you eloquently pointed out, and your tongue exploring my body would greatly satisfy said desires. Would it appease you?
Grinning, she hit the send button.
“Is everything well?” Wynona asked.
Gwen met her gaze. “Oh yes. Everything is fine.”
She leaned closer to the aisle so the older woman couldn’t read her messages and glanced towards the front of the plane. A blue curtain hid the passengers in first class. What a shame. Gwen would love to be a fly on the wall to see what Phillip was doing.
Several minutes passed before her inbox lit up with something new. Gwen tapped the screen.
Phillip.Connor@… Well said, Gwen. Well said. To answer your question, my cock is already hard at the mere thought of seeing you in those red panties and exploring your body with my tongue. I would enjoy watching you squirm and hearing you moan. I welcome the chance to taste you and make you come. I’m growing harder by the second as I ponder this. I highly doubt I can last eight hours on this damn plane without seeing you again.
Now she really wished she could peek around the curtain to see him and his hard-on. She was half tempted to leave her seat, walk up there and sneak a quick look. But two attendants and a beverage cart now occupied the front of the aisle. Fate seemed to have other plans for her.
You might want to take care of that rigidity issue. I’d help you out, but there’s a cart blocking the way.
She lowered her device and watched the flight attendants serving drinks. One spoke to the row on the left while the other took care of the orders on the right. Spotting a bottled water, Gwen began to feel thirsty.
She glanced at her Kindle and found a new email.
Phillip.Connor@… How could you help me? Please explain. I’d love to hear ;-)
The winking face made her grin. Staring at his message, she considered how to respond. He’d mentioned exploring her body with his tongue and tasting her. Why not provide equal treatment?
If we were alone, I’d unzip your pants and take hold of your cock. I’d roll my tongue underneath it and then kiss the head. After that, I’d slowly slide your length into my mouth. I’d take it deep down my throat and stroke it with my moist lips and tongue. I’d suck your dick and swallow your cum to help ease the pressure. Would this work for you?
Chuckling silently, she pressed the send icon. Giddiness grew faster than a wild flower within her. She felt like a schoolgirl playing with a boyfriend for the first time. It was clear from his responses, the lively conversation entertained him too. If this was living life to the fullest, then she wanted to continue living it.
When his response appeared on the screen, she hurried to view the message.
Phillip.Connor@… Woman, I’m fucking hard as a rock and my jeans are suffocating me. I WANT you and those delicious lips of yours. Both sets. When can I have them? PS—your actions would work well for me.
A soft laugh slipped out of Gwen. Not only were her nipples hard buds, her panties were wet. She may need to change into the red bikini after all.
Dearest Phillip, I regret your condition. Please do what you must to relieve the pressure building since it appears any connection between us will be delayed.
She sent the email and waited, but not patiently.
Phillip.Connor@… Bah! This is not acceptable. Come to me.
Gwen replied. No.
Phillip.Connor@… Squeeze by the cart. Claim you have an urgent need. You do, right?
She laughed softly. I do, but I doubt I can squeeze my big rear by the cart.
Phillip.Connor@… LMAO. Your ass is not as big as you think. Trust me. It’s just right and I’d love to spank it. Now get up and come to me.
Her cheeks warmed. Spank her ass? Her panties became wetter.
Sorry. You’ll have to wait.
Phi
llip.Connor@… Damn it. What do I have to do? I’m about to burst.
Go to the bathroom and do what you need to do. That’s the best I can offer right now, Gwen replied.
Phillip.Connor@… No, I refuse to masturbate. I. WANT. YOU.
The last three words appealed to her inner woman. Too much time had passed since a man had said them to her. Warm, wet and insanely horny, she considered his message. He wanted a blow job and she was willing to give it. But they were on a plane without any privacy. Where could they go?
“Would you like a drink?”
Gwen looked up from her Kindle. A female attendant stood at her side with her attention directed past Gwen. Henry and Wynona requested their refreshments. The distraction from her prior thoughts of giving a blow job arrived at the right time and calmed Gwen’s raging hormones.
When the attendant met Gwen’s gaze, Gwen said, “Water please, with ice.”
While she prepared the beverages, Gwen lowered the tray from the seat in front of her. She set the device on her lap.
“Are your children okay?” Wynona asked softly. “You seem to be quite occupied.”
Henry took his plastic cup of juice from the attendant. “Would you leave her alone? If she wanted help, she’d ask for it.”
His comment seemed to annoy his wife. Wynona pressed her lips together and frowned. When the attendant handed her drink to her, she took it and didn’t bother to thank the young woman.