Hot Erotica: Romantic Flights( Mile High Club)

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Copyright © 2012 by Selena Sexton. All rights reserved worldwide.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents
are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,
events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in
this work are 18 years of age or older.

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substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be
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Jim Q.
Stevenson had been a pilot for thirteen years now. He had started out at one of
the major airlines but then managed to fall into a job as a private contractor.
It had meant less flight time for him but more money at the same time. A dream
job, really. It had been hard to say no to it, even when it meant that he spent
most of his time in the sky and very little of it on the ground.

Jim was
in his late thirties now, still in the prime of his life, muscles ripped from
going to the gym three days a week. With his thick blonde hair and piercing
blue eyes, it wasn’t surprising that he had been hit on by any number of
stewardesses and passengers alike. He’d been given any number of opportunities
to join that Mile High Club.

Just
never like this.

Today, he
was carrying only one passenger in his small, private jet. She had chartered
him for a flight from New York to San Francisco, nonstop, which meant they
would be in the air for the better part of a day. And apparently, the lady knew
what she wanted to do to pass the time.

She sat
in one of the four executive seats in the passenger area of the plane,
completely naked.

There had
been clothes on her body when she boarded the plane, of course. A tight-fitting
red dress under a plain brown coat. Once the coat was off, it was easy to tell
she wasn’t wearing a bra. Just as easy to tell she was looking for something
from Jim. They’d taken off right on schedule, but as soon as he had advised she
could take her seatbelt off, she had slipped into the bathroom and come out again
naked as the day she was born.

Not that
she had looked anything like that on the day she was born. She was a full-grown
woman now. She had long legs that went all the way up to a very fine ass, and
the way she sprawled now in the seat showed just a hint of the dark cleft in
her crotch. Her breasts were full and round and the nipples pointed ever so
slightly upward. Her stomach was tight and flat. Her shoulders were hidden
behind the fall of her long, dark hair. She sucked on the end of one long
fingernail. And the only thing she was wearing, was a smile.

He choked
and nearly sent the plane into a nosedive when he first caught sight of her
like that. Correcting his course, he tried to keep his attention on the skies.

But it
was getting harder. So was his cock. Very, very hard.

“You
know,” she said to him, “you could always put it on autopilot for a few…hours.”

Her voice
was warm and silky and full of desire. They were the only two on the plane. And
Jim thought to himself, suddenly, why not?

They
wouldn’t need to make a course correction for another four hours. Smiling to
himself, the crotch of his dress slacks very, very tight, he set the controls
in place to maintain their current heading and stood up from the captain’s
chair.

She
leered at him as he stepped toward her.

“Stop
right there,” she said.

He did,
confused.

“Take
your clothes off,” she ordered him. “I want to see you first.”

Oh, so
that was the game. He undid his tie and threw it to her. She smelled it, let
the long strip of cloth run past her nose. Then she rubbed it down lower on her
body and pulled every inch of it across her vagina, a high-pitched whine in her
throat as she did.

As she
continued to rub herself with his tie he unbuttoned his white shirt. Taking it
off he dropped it to the cabin floor. He wore a t-shirt under it, and it came
off as well. She stared at his chest, his abdominal muscles, petting herself
with his tie and biting her lower lip.

Next, he
unbuckled his belt and pants and let them slide down his legs. Underneath he
was wearing a pair of low-rise briefs, and his cock swelled against them. It
was getting painful for him to be held in like that, but he was going to make
her wait for it. He was enjoying this game, where she told him what she wanted.
It made his blood hot. So did that body she was masturbating.

He kicked
off his shoes and socks, and then stood there with his thumbs hooked into the
waistband of his underwear. “Say please,” he told her.

Her eyes
went wide. She liked to be teased. “Please,” she said, her eyes lidding over
and the motion of her hands at her crotch speeding up. “Please, please, please,
PLEASE!”

He could
see it on her face. She had came all over his tie. He might just keep that one
as a souvenir.

Now he
stripped down his underwear. His cock flipped up immediately, hard and stiff,
the tip mushroomed. His balls were tight and throbbing. He didn’t usually go in
for these one-time “mile high” sex encounters. But he wanted this one. Badly.

She
spread her legs out, leaning way back, and he could see her moist opening just
barely hidden behind her short hairs. She spread her arms wide to him,
motioning with her fingers. “Come here. Now.”

He
stepped toward her, slowly. He knelt in front of her, smoothing his hands up
her legs. She had such nice legs. She trembled at his touch and locked her
hands behind his head.

And
pulled him down into her.

His face
fit in between the V of her legs and his mouth was tasting her heat before he
realized what she was doing. He smiled against her pubic lips and blew hot air
across them. She shivered.

Sticking
his tongue out as far as it would go he licked up one side of her and then the
other before probing into her to find her clit. It was swollen, puffy under his
tongue, and he pushed it around, licking at it, flicking it, and then pushed it
up from underneath so he could suck it into his mouth.

She cried
out and dug her hands into his bare shoulders.

The taste
of her was incredible. He sucked on her clit, and then held it gently between
his teeth so that his tongue could lick at it mercilessly. She twisted and
squirmed and her nails dug into his flesh and her legs were tight around him,
but he didn’t stop.

“No, like
that,” she instructed him when he had the rhythm going right. “Keep doing that,
don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He kept
at it, but then changed it up by shaking his head back and forth with her clit
trapped between his lips and his tongue.

She
screamed.

And
screamed.

And came
on his mouth.

Her
spasms made her entire crotch flutter and he held on to her through them,
intensifying her feeling, and the aftershocks from her orgasm lasted for long
moments.

When she
was done and started to calm down, he did it again.

The
noises she made had no words in them, but the meaning was clear. He went at her
like a dog with a bone, sucking on her, shaking her, licking the tip of her
clit with his tongue, tasting her juices and wanting her to go off again.

He was
pretty sure her nails were drawing blood by the time her next orgasm came.

He let
her calm down this time, let the aftershocks pass and let her breathe, and
pulled his mouth away from her gently.

The look
on her face was wild and wanting, and greedy.

She
pushed his shoulders hard to force him backward and he fell onto the carpeted
cabin floor on his back, his legs bent up. And then she was on him, on his
chest, bent over his face to lean down and whisper in his ears. “You are going
to be fucked like never before.”

The way
she had placed herself put her right nipple at his lips. He sucked it in, to
her surprise, and twisted it with his tongue. She arched her back and screamed,
a guttural, low sound.

Her
fingertips found his one nipple and started playing with it, teasing it with
her fingers in an imitation of what he was doing to her in his mouth. His cock
swelled more, the feeling of what she was doing on his chest amplifying the
sensations thrumming through his swollen dick.

She
rubbed her pussy on his abdomen, grinding herself down onto him, her slick
wetness painting his skin. He could tell when she was frantic for him to be in
her. Her whole body began twitching and then she was pushing away from him so
she could arch her whole back and slide her ass down him and his cock wedged
briefly between her ass cheeks before she lifted herself up and over his hard
member, pushing herself down on his tip, trying to find the right angle, trying
to get him in her. Finally she reached in between their legs and took hold of
him roughly and pulled on him until she could insert him in her opening and he
was sliding into her tightness and the feeling was incredible to have her
around him like that.

The plane
bucked.

She
screamed, in ecstasy. “Yes, do that again!”

“Wasn’t
me, baby,” Jim told her.

The plane
bucked again, and she was bounced on his hips as the floor heaved under them.
She folded onto him, her face buried in his neck. “I’ve never felt the earth
move before.”

He
laughed at her. “That wasn’t the earth. The plane’s hitting turbulence. I need
to go check on the instruments.

She
whined. “No, not now…”

“Now,” he
said, reluctantly. “Planes can only fly themselves for so long, you know.”

She
rocked on him and it made him catch his breath. She was so damned tight, so
hot. She saw the look on his face. Smirking at him she pumped her ass on him
over and over, quickly sliding on him, not stopping, a keening moan rising from
her chest.

“Baby,
seriously, I’ve got to check the controls.”

“Me
first,” she said. “Do me first, then the plane.” She snickered. “Do the plane.”

Laughing
at her own joke she continued thrusting herself on him. She wouldn't let him
up. Not until she was finished. But the plane rocked again and no matter how
good it felt to her to have those vibrations course through her body, Jim
needed to check on the controls.

He
wrestled with her and she fought back, working herself on him as hard as he had
ever felt before. She growled and twisted and fucked him as he tried to get up
and they ended up with her underneath on the rug and Jim holding her arms down
and thrusting into her because he didn't want to stop either, plane or no
plane.

And then
she came, screaming out his name as she spurted around him in the throes of
ecstasy. Jim stayed in her to feel her go off, just that long, then drew out of
her. She gasped at the sudden emptiness in her wet pussy.

Jim
kissed her cheek. "Sorry, more later."

The
controls were blinking red and blue and the gauges were all telling him
different things as he sat down in the captain's chair. Not all of them were
good. It was kind of thrilling to think that the plane had damn near gone into
a freefall as they were going at each other. Jim sat there, naked, his hard
cock wet and glistening still from being in her. His balls were tight and ached
and he throbbed and needed release badly, but the plane needed his attention
more. He turned the right switches and pushed the right buttons and wished he
could just orgasm right now so he could actually focus on what he was doing.