by Diane Thorne
She couldn’t.
Desperation and lust consumed her as she moved her cups onto Wynona’s tray.
“Is everything all right?” the older woman asked.
Gwen hurried to secure her tray upright. “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. I need to use the bathroom.”
“Do you need anything? I have some Pepto Bismol tabs.”
Clutching her Kindle in one hand, she grabbed her purse from under the seat. “No, thank you.”
As Gwen twisted to step in the aisle, an attendant walked by with the cart. She stopped next to Gwen’s row, effectively blocking Gwen from exiting or moving towards the front of the plane. Fate had once again tossed her a curve ball.
Chapter Four
Gwen handed her cups to the attendant collecting trash. She kept her heated gaze lowered, trying to refrain from saying something rude. After all, it wasn’t the attendant’s fault Gwen had such a heated, desperate condition. She could blame Phillip, but he didn’t deserve it either. The years without sexual gratification had taken a toll on her. She could only place responsibility on herself. Perhaps if she’d went out on dates, socialised with friends and flirted with a few men she might have got laid a time or two. But she hadn’t. She’d focused all her energy on supporting her family, which had been the right thing to do. Only it had left her crazy for cock from the first person who’d hit on her. Poor Phillip. He had no idea how deeply she pined for carnal pleasure.
The last thought embarrassed and scared her. What if she turned into some sex fiend with him? What if she ripped his clothes, climbed on top of him and rode him hard? She grinned. Based on his messages to her, she guessed he’d probably enjoy every minute of her wildness.
She glanced at the e-reader display and found a message.
Phillip.Connor@… Are you okay?
The flight attendants pushed the cart towards the front of the plane and stopped at each row to collect trash. Gwen’s idea of bumping into him would have to wait since the rectangular stand consumed the entire space in the aisle. She searched for a way to squeeze by, hoping she might have a chance. The narrow space between the cart and seats quickly killed her optimism. If she tried to wedge her body along the side, she’d probably have to shove her ass in a passenger’s face. The move didn’t appeal to her. With careful consideration, she concluded she should remain seated.
Gwen’s fingers moved fast over the screen.
Hot and bothered as always, but surviving. I was about to give you what you wanted, but the attendants are now blocking the way. Perhaps fate has decided we weren’t meant to get any closer after all.
As she waited for him to respond, she gazed out of the oval window. Blue skies were darkening. Nothing else existed in the ocean of blue. After a few minutes, she returned her attention to her e-reader and found an email. She hurried to read it.
Phillip.Connor@… I don’t believe fate would introduce us and then keep us apart. Perhaps she is merely delaying us from meeting again so the anticipation can continue to grow. Evil fate. She just delivered a few e-mails in my inbox I need to address right away. The timing couldn’t be worse as I am extremely eager to place my hands and lips on you. Alas, since you are restricted to your seat, I will deal with these issues and return to our conversation in a little while. Please have patience, Gwen. Believe me when I say I suffer as much as you do, if not more.
She bit her lip as the warm tingles of desire coursed through her all over again. Fate prevented them from meeting now, but she couldn’t keep them apart forever. Good to know he too felt sexually charged.
Patience is a virtue I’m very familiar with. Text me when you can. Gwen responded.
Phillip.Connor@… Count on it. Keep your email open. ;-)
Leaving it open.
Phillip.Connor@… Stay moist for me.
She shook her head and typed: Get to work.
Phillip.Connor@… Bossy.
I can be. Now work.
Phillip.Connor@… Make me.
His playfulness annoyed her to the point she wanted to smack him if he were nearby. He’d said he needed to respond to a few issues, yet he continued to send messages to her. How would he complete any work at this rate?
I shall turn my Kindle off if you don’t get busy, she sent to him.
Phillip.Connor@… I am busy.
You know what I mean.
Phillip.Connor@… Woman, I adore you.
Gwen decided not to reply and lowered her e-reader.
“Everything better now?” Wynona asked. “You looked relaxed now, and you’re smiling.”
“I’m fine. Just…had a few fires to deal with.”
“Honey, will you let the girl be,” Henry said.
Wynona shrugged. “I was worried and wanted—”
“If she needs help, she’ll say so. Stick to reading your book.”
Gwen kept quiet as the two said a few more words. Her gaze lowered to find a Kindle in Wynona’s hands. Perhaps now was a good time for Gwen to catch up on reading while Phillip handled his issues.
Legs crossed and relaxing against her seat, she read book after book on her e-reader. They were short romance novellas she’d downloaded during the course of the last three months. She’d deliberately delayed reading them so she could during the long flight.
Gwen lost track of the time as she read. She guessed at least an hour and a half had passed before the attendants served dinner. After they collected all the trash, people dimmed their overhead lights. The attendants walked by with pillows and blankets, offering them to passengers. Henry took a pillow and leaned against the window to get comfortable. Wynona returned to reading her book. They kept one single light above them illuminated, even though the light from their Kindles offered plenty for them to read.
Gwen continued reading while waiting for a message from Phillip. Soon, the only prevailing sound was the hissing of the air within the plane. Her eyelids became heavy and she yawned a few times. The silence seemed to induce sleep. After she finished the book she was reading, she grabbed her purse and headed for the bathroom in the back of the plane.
Inside the small facility, she did her business, cleaned up then combed her hair thoroughly. She checked her Kindle for messages and finding none, she sent one to her eldest daughter. Although she hadn’t been gone long from her girls and Phillip had occupied her thoughts, Gwen still missed her daughters dearly.
She returned to her seat to find Wynona cuddled closer to her husband and with a blanket over her. The silence and darkness must have been too much for the older woman to tolerate. Quietly, Gwen placed her purse under the seat in front of her. She kept hold of her e-reader and decided she’d wait another hour, if she could, before closing her eyes for a nap.
She scrolled through her library of books and located the next one to read. Before opening the ebook, she checked her inbox again for messages.
Phillip.Connor@… Still awake?
Gwen quickly sent her reply. Yes. How is work?
Phillip.Connor@… Aggravating, as usual. The chaos never ends.
Sighing, she wondered if his playful nature had died since he seemed occupied on work. The tone of his text seemed to hint at it.
Sorry to hear about your trouble. I hope you get it resolved.
Phillip.Connor@… You can help relieve my frustration if you take a stroll up here. I can’t promise I won’t touch.
The message brought a smile to her face.
Shouldn’t you be focused on work?
Phillip.Connor@… Difficult to do when I can’t get you and everything I want to do to you out of my head.
Excitement rose within her. So he couldn’t get her out of his head. Perhaps she had a chance to make those thoughts turn into reality after all.
Flattery will lead you to trouble.
Phillip.Connor@… Trouble began the minute I laid eyes on you. Seeing your red panties only encouraged my trouble. What’s a single man to do?
She grinned at the screen, glad to discover his
playfulness was still intact.
Hmm…good question. What should a single man do?
Phillip.Connor@… This single man waits and plots what he wants to do, which is rip your clothes off, touch you and then lick every inch of your body. Then, he wants to have wild monkey sex with you.
Her temperature climbed. She silently chuckled at his last line.
That kind of trouble sounds like fun. Single woman likes his plan.
Phillip.Connor@… Single man wants single woman to visit. His eyes, among other parts, hunger for her.
If single woman visits, single man may lose focus of his work.
Phillip.Connor@… Focus lost a long time ago. Single man seeks single woman to seduce.
A soft laugh slipped from her. She glimpsed at her neighbours. Since they hadn’t moved, they must not have heard her.
Sounds like an advertisement in a singles column.
Phillip.Connor@… LOL. Not interested in this single man?
Oh, I’m interested.
Phillip.Connor@… Then come up here. I’ll make it worth your while.
How about you make it worth my while when we can be alone, say, in a hotel room?
Phillip.Connor@… Good idea. Then, I can spank you for causing trouble, tie you up, and have my way with you. I can wait to do all that.
She clenched her thighs. She’d caused trouble? More like he had. Her panties became wetter from the thought of him taking full control over her.
How did I cause trouble?
Phillip.Connor@… You tease and make me hard. I’ll admit I also want to do all those things for my pleasure.
Each message roused her sexual appetite. Her warm body ached for his touch.
Let me get this right…you want to rip my clothes off, spank me, tie me up and have your way with me. I assume that involves the touching, licking and wild monkey sex. Have I got it all right?
Phillip.Connor@… Too much?
Smiling, she typed: Perfect.
After she sent the message, she quickly sent another.
But there’s one problem…
There was a slight pause before she received his response.
Phillip.Connor@… Only one? Do tell.
All this texting must be interfering with you resolving your work related issues. How will you be able to do all those things to me if you need to work?
Phillip.Connor@… And here I thought the problem was the wait.
I’ve waited this long, several more hours won’t bother me. Too much.
Phillip.Connor@… 1-I will make time for you at the hotel. That’s a promise. 2-I can’t wait. Come see me now.
She bit her lip. The temptation to get up overwhelmed her.
And sit on your lap for a visit? Need I remind you we are on a public plane, Santa.
There was another longer-than-normal break until a new message arrived.
Phillip.Connor@… Most people are sleeping. I think you would be safe to visit Santa.
Again, she softly chuckled.
And if Santa’s hands wander…
Phillip.Connor@… Of course, they will.
A flight attendant could walk by or one of your neighbours might wake up. And what if I make a noise?
Phillip.Connor@… I will do my best to be discreet while my hand is under your skirt and my fingers are rubbing your clit. You will have to do your best not to make a sound. Think you can handle it while I make you come?
She pressed her thighs together as she read the text and fantasised about him touching her and bringing her to climax. Her overheated body and drenched panties were now unbearable. She hungered for him as if she were starving for food.
No, I don’t think I can keep quiet. We need somewhere to go. Anywhere. Soon.
Gwen sent her email back to him. She turned her head and glanced behind her, down the aisle. The small plane had zero private places except the bathrooms in the back. There were a few empty seats. She could move and take one, then he could meet her. They could at least talk more and their hands could explore, which they no doubt would. Most passengers appeared to be sleeping, but she had a feeling someone might notice a man and a woman together, especially if they made any type of moaning sounds. With a deep sigh, she gave up the hope of connecting with him while the plane flew in the air.
Phillip.Connor@… I have an idea. Never tried this. I think it will work.
Excitement added beats to her heart.
What?
Phillip.Connor@… Meet me in the bathroom up here.
She stared at the message. Was he for real?
Have you seen the size—?
Phillip.Connor@… I just checked and we can fit. I’m closing my laptop. Come meet me in the left one. NOW
She chewed on her lip, anxious to follow his instruction. Every bit of her wanted him badly—yearned for him to touch her, kiss her and do whatever naughty things he had planned. Here was her chance for some of it to happen. Should she have sex with him in a bathroom, thousands of feet above the ground?
She surveyed her surroundings again. Nobody would notice her gone. First class had only a few people. They probably wouldn’t notice him gone either. Would anyone see her entering the same facility as him? Odds were likely she could enter without detection.
Hot and horny, she snatched her purse and slid her Kindle inside. Quietly, she stood then headed for the first class section. She couldn’t pass on a chance to have sex with such a passionate man. Besides, she was a free woman. The time had come to take full advantage of such rare opportunities.
Chapter Five
Gwen pushed aside the curtain to the first class section and stepped forward. Her gaze went straight to Phillip’s chair and found it empty. Immediately her heart pounded fiercely as if it wanted to break free from her body. Lust motivated her to proceed to the bathroom facilities. She’d never had sex with a stranger and never had sex on a plane flying high in the sky, but here she was ready and willing to do both without hesitation. Was she fucking crazy?
She paused outside the door to the bathroom unit on the left and glanced at the people sitting in first class. The two women and one man sat with their heads tilted back on pillows, eyes closed, and blankets covering their bodies. They didn’t move an inch.
Whispers of voices jolted her head in the opposite direction, towards the nose of the plane. The dark blue curtain hid whoever was on the other side. She guessed the attendants were there since she hadn’t seen any of them in passing.
A click from the bathroom snatched her attention. The door opened. She met Phillip’s eyes and her jaw dropped. He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.
She stepped to the side of the door while he shut it and slid the lock into place with a click. He was several inches taller than her and wore the same clothes she’d seen him dressed in before—a white button down tucked inside his jeans. His dark suit jacket lay on the edge of the counter, near the basin. He seemed bigger than the other two brief times she’d seen him. His hunky build left her with little room to move. Goodness, the man appeared to have a strong, solid body. And it was inches away from her to touch.
He stepped back and met her gaze. With a crooked smile he said, “Now, we’re alone.”
She swallowed hard. Alone. Locked in the small facility with him staring at her and his handsome body so close. She was helpless, stunned and speechless. Heat rushed through her when she recalled all of the things planned to do to her.
He took the strap of her purse from her hand and set her bag on top of his jacket. “You won’t need this.”
“I, uh…” She stepped to the side, placing her back against the door.
He cocked a brow. “Yes?”
His blue eyes mesmerised her as they had the first time she met him. Suddenly, she lost her train of thought. She didn’t want to feel any more like an idiot than she already did, so she went with the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m Gwen.” She held her hand up for him to shake.
He lowered his gaze
and released a soft chuckle. “Beautiful Gwen…” He took her hand and the other and lifted them. “You’re warm.”
“So are you.” The words shot from her mouth since she’d noticed his heated flesh the second he touched her.
He slid his hands to her wrists and pinned them above her head as he moved closer but kept his body from touching hers. His face was maybe an inch away. “Pleasure to meet you.”
His warm breath tickled her lips. He stood a mere inch away as if tempting her. Moisture between her legs soaked her panties. Her body tingled with the need. Why couldn’t he just kiss her now?
She slid her tongue between her lips. If he wanted to play, so would she. “Hi.”
His gaze lowered to her mouth. “Hmm…interesting.” He nudged her legs farther apart as he pressed his body to hers.
She inhaled and held her breath. A rigid object touched her navel. She presumed it was his cock.