by Jenna Chase
When I was in my twenties I couldn’t get enough of these girls. They were everywhere and I shamelessly took advantage of how easy it was for a young, attractive man with money to get them in the sack. But the last few times I’d spent the night with one of these young “party” girls I just wound up feeling more alone and miserable the next day. I never though it would happen to me, but lately I’d actually started wanting something more.
Something like that incredibly gorgeous dark-haired stewardess that was walking toward me with two bottles of champagne in her hands. I didn’t even know what it was about her that made it impossible for me to tear my eyes away from her. It definitely had something to do with her incredibly curvy figure, but there was more than that.
Something in her eyes told me that she wasn’t just going to jump in my lap the minute she got near me and that drove me out of my mind. She had a self-confidence that none of these girls could touch. And the way she moved through the cabin while she was setting up the food, it was mesmerizing. She knew how to seduce with every inch of her body without even trying.
There was nothing about her that screamed “look at me” or “doesn’t my ass look sexy when I bend over and bite my lip like this?” She wasn’t trying to get me to look at her, in fact, she didn’t even seem to care when she saw my eyes burning into hers, and that kind of attitude guaranteed that I couldn’t tear myself away.
When she looked directly at me asked me if I wanted anything else it took just about every ounce of strength I had in me to not grab her hand, throw her down over my knees, and pull up that damn skirt so I could get a hold of a real ass.
I don’t even remember exactly what I said to her because all I could think about was her turning around and delivering her ass to me right down onto my cock. I’m pretty sure I didn’t say anything about that otherwise she would’ve slapped my face and told me to go to hell. And I would have loved it.
“We could go to Womb,” one of the girls said as she leaned over the arm of the couch, exposing the majority of her tits to me.
“No, I just went there a few months ago with Jake and his friends. It was fun but I want to try something new, don’t you, Malcolm?” the girl sitting next to me on the couch said, the last few words in the voice of a six-year-old.
“Sasha! These girls want to know where you want to go dancing tonight,” I said with a raised voice to my sister who was sitting across the cabin with her boyfriend, Franklin.
I immediately became distracted again as I watched that sweet ass sashay its way back into the galley. I took a drink of champagne as I tried to drown out the overwhelming thoughts that were playing over and over in my head of me peeling that form fitting skirt off of her like the skin of a round, juicy peach. I was trapped on this plane with my sister and her friends for a very long flight and all I was doing was torturing myself.
“Well, we’re taking a helicopter into Tokyo and from there we’ve got a car that will drive us wherever we want to go. I was thinking Birdland first for sushi, then a few drinks somewhere, maybe Star Bar, and then dancing at Ageha. I booked us rooms at the Aman in case we want to stay longer than Malcolm.”
“You’re not going to stay with us the whole time, Malcolm?” the girl next to me whined.
“I have some business to take care of while I’m in Tokyo. I’ll meet up with all of you at some point in the evening, but after that I’ll have to head right back. I have meetings scheduled all next week in New York. So, you’ll probably be needing those suites you booked. And don’t worry, I’ll have the concierge at the Aman reserve another private jet for your return. It’s all on me,” I said with a smile.
I saw the dark-haired stewardess out of the corner of my eye as she brought in more food and I almost had a heart attack when she bent over right in front of me. Her breasts fell forward in her bra as she arranged the plates of food on the table. I could just imagine the weight of them in my hands as they swayed ever so slightly with each of her movements.
Her big, blue eyes were suddenly on mine and by the look on her face I could have sworn she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Glad you could take an hour out of your busy schedule for me on my birthday,” Sasha said as she threw a big black pillow across the cabin at me, almost knocking over an ice bucket of champagne in the process. I snapped out of my trance just in time to catch the bucket before it tipped off the table, then picked up the pillow and threw it back at my sister. By the time I looked back across the table the stewardess had disappeared. But my cock twitched at the memory of that cleavage … and those eyes.
“Hey this flight is over thirteen hours long! You’ve got a captive audience right here and you’re not even taking advantage of all of the charm I have to offer,” I said as I tried to distract myself again. I was starting to wish I hadn’t thrown that pillow back at my sister. I felt like I was going to need to cover up my quickly stiffening cock any second.
I knew Sasha didn’t really care if I spent her birthday with her. She just wanted to impress her friends with my jet and my little black card. She had plenty of her own money from the trust fund our grandparents had left her, but it was her birthday so she knew I was going to spoil the hell out of her.
My mind kept wandering back to that stewardess though. I wanted to find out her name. I wanted to have an actual conversation with her. I wanted to pin her up against the wall in the galley and hike that skirt up over her hips with one hand while the fingers of my other hand slowly found their way down her soft stomach and in between the silk of her panties and ….
“You’re awfully quiet, Malcolm,” the girl on my left said as she rubbed her hand across my chest.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind. You’ll have to excuse me,” I said as I stood up.
I was tired of serving as a scratching post for those needy little baby kittens that were curled up around me on the couch. I looked around and noticed that the other stewardess, the blonde one with the narrow ass, seemed to be busy in a cupboard at the back of the cabin so I took the opportunity to sneak away from the party and into the galley.
I pushed the curtains to one side and entered a small kitchen area where I found the object of my desires. That sexy, dark-haired stewardess was cutting something on the counter and her body moved slightly with each slice, which in turn caused her lovely ass to sway back and forth.
As I moved closer to her I could smell the lemon she was cutting, but I could also detect a light, fruity scent coming from her general direction. The closer I got to her the more I realized it was coming from her hair and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and inhaling the mixtures of feminine scents that were emanating from her neck.
She turned around suddenly and dropped the knife on the floor.
“What on earth?” she exclaimed as she reached behind her back and grabbed a hold of the countertop, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”
“I’m terribly sorry,” I said as I bent down and picked up the knife, examining the soft curves of her legs while I was down there. “I thought I smelled something … sweet. I didn’t mean to startle you. I apologize,” I said as I handed her the handle of the knife.
“That’s ok,” she said as the tension in her body relaxed a bit. “I was just startled. Is there something you’re looking for? Do you need more cheese or fruit or … anything? Another bottle of champagne?” she asked with the cutest look of inquisitiveness in her eyebrows.
“No, no. I don’t think anyone out there is eating much to be honest. It all looks incredible, though. The presentation is flawless.”
I had no idea what I was babbling about. Something about the food … or maybe it was her perfect lips. As I gazed down at her all I could think about was getting just an inch closer to her.
Just a little bit closer, I thought as I leaned ever so slightly toward her. I didn’t want to come off as a creep and get that slap in the face I had thought about earlier, but I wanted to get closer to th
ose lips and inhale that intoxicating scent of hers again.
Just then the plane hit an air pocket and teetered back and forth and I was by some act of God thrown forward so that my entire body was pressed into hers. My hands found their way around her waist and back as my chest was thrust against hers. My lips were hovering barely an inch from her own as the weight of both of our bodies rested against the counter.
I stared down into her eyes and breathed in her heavenly aroma. As her head fell back a bit I was compelled to move my face down to her neck, my lips just grazing the milky white skin. The air around me was filled with her scent and my head started to swim as I became intoxicated with her.
I didn’t know anything about this woman, I didn’t even know her name, but I did know that I would now stop at nothing to have her. She had invaded me somehow and I was helpless to resist her.
I brushed my lips along her neck as I moved them up toward hers and as I did I pulled her hips into my incredibly hard cock. I heard a gasp and a very faint moan escape her lips as my hand moved up her back and behind her head, then into her soft hair. Suddenly, I heard her clear her throat and felt her push gently on my chest.
“I’m sorry, sir, no passengers are allowed in the galley.”
I looked down into her eyes that had gone almost completely black. I could tell she was just as turned on as I was. Her breath was uneven and heavy and she was trembling ever so slightly in my hands. It took me a moment to regain my senses, but eventually I straightened up and took a step back and then loosened my tie a little. I wasn’t sure how I was going to go back out into the main cabin with a raging hard on so I tried to stall a little longer.
“Could I have a glass of mineral water?” I asked. I was still standing directly in front of her, almost hovering over her.
“Sure,” she said as she ducked around me. I watched her as she filled a glass with ice, then filled it with Perrier and handed it to me. I leaned back on the counter that we had just been pressed up against and took a long drink out of the glass while my eyes stayed fixed on hers. She didn’t look away and between that and the rosy glow on her cheeks I was sure she felt the intensity between us. I knew I couldn’t have been the only one.
“I’m sorry, I got a little … carried away there. You’re a very beautiful woman.”
She continued to look into my eyes with her mouth open slightly but didn’t say a word.
“I’m Malcolm. Malcolm McDaniel,” I said as I held out my hand to her.
“Erica,” she said as she shook my hand.
“How long have you been a stewardess, Erica?” I asked after another long drink of water.
“I prefer flight attendant.”
“I’m terribly sorry, flight attendant,” I said with a smile. She wasn’t going to let me get away with anything. “How long have you been a flight attendant?”
“About five years.”
She almost sounded like she was going to make this conversation as difficult as possible for me, but after a few seconds pause she continued.
“After college I decided what I really wanted to do more than anything was travel and I had a friend who was had gone to flight attendant school. She suggested that I give it a shot. And here I am. Look, Mr. McDaniel, it’s been very nice meeting you …”
“Please, call me Malcolm. They have a school for flight attendants? That sounds interesting,” I said, merely trying to keep the conversation with this gorgeous creature going for as long as possible.
“Yes, there are several … Malcolm … but unfortunately, I can’t have you back here in the galley. It’s against FAA rules, so, I am going to have to ask you to return to the main cabin. I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone finds you back here.”
“You do know that I own this airplane, don’t you?” I asked as I drained the last of the water in my glass and watched Erica’s face turn beet red.
“Of course, Mr. McDaniel. I mean, Malcolm. Of course, you own this airplane so you can pretty much go anywhere you want,” she said with an embarrassed smile.
“I won’t make your job any more difficult than it already is. I’ll go back in the main cabin, where I belong. But I’d love to talk to you again sometime.”
“Well, I’ll be here on the return flight,” she said as she stepped to the side to let me pass.
“I was thinking about after the return flight,” I said as I set the glass on the counter, then walked past the blonde stewardess who was standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open.
I was definitely going to be talking to that woman again. And whether she realized it or not I had some pretty big plans for her on that return flight.
Chapter 3
Erica
“What in the hell just happened in here?” Lainey said as she walked up to me with eyes as big as saucers.
“I have no idea,” I said as I leaned up against the counter, still stunned by what had just taken place.
“Your face is completely red, Erica. Was he mad at you or something?”
“No, he wasn’t mad,” I said as my eyebrows arched up and furrowed together in the center of my forehead. “He tried to kiss me.” I swallowed hard then looked over at Lainey.
“What? You’re kidding. In here? Tell me everything! How did it happen?”
“I don’t know. It’s all kind of a blur right now,” I said as my head started to clear.
Why on earth did that man have such a severe effect on me? Why had I let him hold me like that for so long?
“He was behind me, I think, and then the plane hit an air pocket, I guess, then all of a sudden he was practically on top of me.”
“On top of you? How? Did he laugh? Was he embarrassed?”
“No, he most definitely did not laugh. And he sure as hell didn’t seem embarrassed, either. He had his hands all over me and I could feel his … when he pulled me into him … his whole body was against mine.”
“Oh my God, Erica, that sounds like something out of a movie! Then what happened?”
“Well, what do you think? I pushed him away. I don’t know that man. I mean, it was pretty presumptuous of him to think that he could touch me like that to begin with, let alone letting it go on for so long. He really has some nerve,” I said, the conviction in my voice trailing off. It suddenly was sounding like I was trying to convince myself more than Lainey.
I had let it go on for just as long as he had and if I hadn’t been at work, if we had been alone, I wasn’t so sure that I would have stopped him.
“Erica!” Lainey said in a loud whisper. “Are you crazy? He’s so hot! I would let him do whatever the hell he wanted, and I would have loved it. My God, I can’t believe you didn’t just hop right up on top of him right here in the galley. You know I would’ve shut the curtain for you,” she said with a big grin. “But I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t have peaked.”
“Lainey! Shhhh! I don’t want any of the people out there to hear us talking. In fact, I don’t want that man to know that I’m talking about him at all. I’m sure he already thinks we are since we’ve been back here so long. Can you go out there and see if they need anything?”
“Oh, great, so, you’re going to hide in here for the rest of the flight? That’s another eleven hours, you know,” she said as she looked down at her watch.
“Well, I figure, they’ll probably all be going to bed pretty soon and that’s a good eight hours. So, hopefully by then …”
“Oh, come on, you can’t do that! This isn’t high school! If I were you I’d be flaunting it all over the cabin in front of those little trust fund party girls. I saw the way he was looking at you. He came all the way back here just for you, I’m sure so he could have a little privacy while he got you alone. Oh God, and I bet he smelled really good too,” Lainey said as her eyes went starry.
“He did,” I said as I leaned against the counter and remembered the spicy scent of his cologne as his hands pulled me tightly up against his hard body and his lips brushed my neck.
“But that’s not the point,” I said as I snapped back to reality. “He thinks he owns everything on this airplane and I’m here to tell him that he’s got another thing coming if he thinks he can just grab any woman he passes by. He must be some kind of entitled little …”
“There’s nothing little about him, hon. Not from what I could see when he walked past me back into the cabin. Ok, I won’t force you to go out there. I’ll take over for the next few hours, but if he asks for you, you’re going out there and you’re going to give him exactly what he wants!”
“Ok,” I said weakly as I steadied myself against the counter. The same counter where the weight of Malcolm’s body held me down. The same counter that disappeared along with the rest of the world as his hot breath moved up my neck and his lips came so close to…
Stop it! Stop thinking about him! I thought to myself as I tried to get a grip. That man was just plain arrogant and I was appalled by his overly confident attitude. He acted like he owned not just the airplane but everything inside of it, including me.
But no matter how angry I was I still couldn’t stop thinking about the way my body felt in his arms. The way his lips felt when they brushed against my skin and the way his hands felt as they held me firmly against him. My head started to swim as I closed my eyes and every cell of my body remembered how he felt.
“That’s enough!” I said to myself as I opened my eyes and shook my head. “I’m going to go out there and act like nothing happened. Because that’s exactly what happened between us, nothing. I’m not going to let him see that he affected me in any way.”
I walked out into the main cabin and noticed that the food had hardly been touched. The girls surrounding Malcolm were just drinking champagne and hanging off of him like a bunch of teen-aged groupies. I walked around the room and asked each of the guests if I could bring them anything.