Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (3 page)

In short, she was
very horny. The idea of joining the Mile High Club had always been something
she had fantasised about. She never thought she’d have the guts to do it, and
the ex was certainly never up for it, but negotiations with Adam had progressed
freely. For several weeks she had been daydreaming about this and now he had
given her the sign.

Quickly, she slid
her hand across to his thighs, under the blanket, and felt his muscular leg.
Adam wasted little time either. His hand moved up her inner thigh, brushing the
lace at the top of her stocking and then stroking the soft, sensitive skin just
underneath her panties. She moved her hand up higher too, feeling for his cock,
finding it quickly. Evidently, he was as turned on as she was.

This was an
intricate exercise. No one could really see what they were doing – it was
too dark, people were sleeping and there was plenty of space between seats
– but still, they couldn’t be too obvious about it. Could they get
arrested for lewd behaviour? She managed to undo the button at the top of his
jeans and unzip him at least halfway down. She could feel him radiating underneath
the smooth material of his taut briefs (likely Armani). She rubbed gently, up
and down, feeling him enlarge at her touch.

Meanwhile, Adam
too had moved higher. Helena had decided to wear a very, very small thong for
the trip. Normally, she would definitely be in the most comfortable pair of
pants she could find for a long flight, but she knew that Adam was going to see
them and she knew that Adam was going to need quick, easy access, so she
settled on the thong. And, to be honest, it hadn’t been uncomfortable at all
– she had barely thought about it, in fact. That was the kind of comfort
she had in business class. Adam’s fingers were now rubbing against the front of
her thong, pressing, massaging. She was still watching
Seinfeld
, but she
was not taking in a single word. She was almost holding her breath.

His fingers now
found a way around the silk material, slithering underneath until he located
her clitoris. She stifled a gasp. His fingers moved down to her opening,
luxuriating in her wetness, and then returned to her clit, lubricating it,
circling it.

“Now?” she
whispered. But he shook his head.

Helena’s back
straightened and she blinked very slowly. Her hand grabbed at his now fully
erect cock and pulled at it, then snatched at the material of his pants,
desperate to touch the hot flesh underneath. She manoeuvred her hand inside, stretching
his briefs, and was able to leisurely run her hand up and down his dick,
feeling him throb with the motion.

Adam leaned
towards her and she thought he was going to say something, but instead he just
kissed her neck once, twice, even bit it slightly. Then he slid a finger inside
her, just an inch or so, and then withdrew. Then slid it back in. And out. In
unison, they masturbated each other, keeping an even rhythm.

“Now?” she
murmured, a little more desperately. But, again, he shook his head.

Against her better
judgement she stole a glance at him. Anyone else would just think he was paying
very close attention to the sitcom. But Helena knew the difference. For a
start, he wasn’t laughing. Like her, he had ceased to listen to the words or
perhaps even see the images. His was a face of concentration, of trying to
touch Helena from a difficult angle and of trying not to moan as she tugged
almost angrily at his cock.

Soon he was
rubbing her clit hard – the movements of his arm might even have been
obvious to a passing stewardess. Helena too was throwing caution to the wind
and her arm was visibly moving up and down as she dominated his straining
penis. She saw him close his eyes for several seconds and then twitch in his
seat. He was close. She knew it. At last, he whispered in her ear: “Now.
Now
.”

Carefully, but perhaps
not as carefully as she might have done had she not been more than a little
tipsy and about one minute away from a hot, wet climax, she removed her hand
from his pants. He withdrew his hand too. Both of them surreptitiously made the
necessary adjustments, then Adam folded his blanket, stood up, and placed it on
his seat. He glanced around, nodded at a stewardess who was probably getting a
bit of an eyeful of the handsome beast (did Helena notice her glance subtly
towards that reasonably obvious bulge below his waist?) and strolled to the
toilet cubicle.

Helena counted to
ten, as agreed. It was a fast count, admittedly, but she did count to ten. He
never said it had to be ten
seconds
, or that she had to say ‘elephant’
between each number or anything like that. ‘Just count to ten,’ he had said.
She rose, her blanket fell to the floor, and she walked quickly to the same
cubicle. It said ‘vacant’, and she let herself in.

Normally, Helena
would have been interested to see just how much more luxurious the business
class lavatory was compared to the economy toilet, but at this point things
like bathroom fixtures and fittings and the softness of loo paper were not
foremost on her mind. Adam looked tall, strong. She looked at his blue eyes as
he reached out to flick the lock on the door.

He put his arms
around her and finally they were kissing. Open-mouthed, urgently they kissed,
her hands immediately grasping for his perfect arse, something she had wanted
to do since they boarded the plane. His hands slid up under her dress,
delicately squeezing her naked backside, his fingers tracing the thin strip of
material making up her thong.

Time, however, was
short. There’s rarely a queue for business class loos, but, still, it’s
preferable to avoid tumbling out of a cubicle two by two in front of a small
audience. Accordingly, Helena’s hands slipped round to the front of his jeans
and began pulling at them, popping the button, pawing the zip down and then
yanking both his jeans and his briefs down to his knees in one go. She put both
hands around his large, thick cock and kissed him harder, cupping it between
her hands and massaging it. He, with a little more grace and skill, tugged at
her thong and, with a wiggle from her, it dropped to the floor. He unbuttoned
her shirt quickly and before she could struggle out of it completely he was
reaching behind to unhook her bra.

Helena wondered
whether they really had time to strip, but if she was going to be naked from
the waist up, then she wanted him nude too, so together they undid his buttons,
fumbling at them while their lips remained locked together until finally she
could press her soft breasts against his firm chest and get that electrifying
feeling of skin on skin.

She started to
kiss down his body, moving rapidly, inevitably towards his penis, but he saw
what she was doing and with great dexterity he picked her up and swung her
round so that he now had his back to the door. He lifted her higher. “Kick off
your shoes,” he commanded. He then placed her on top of the closed toilet seat.
She stood there for a moment as he stepped back. Hair dishevelled, shirt and
bra and knickers and shoes on the floor, dressed now just in her creased skirt
and her stockings, she longed for him to take her. He grinned, bent down a
little, pushed her skirt upwards and then began kissing her hips, the tops of
her thighs and then, mercifully, he put his mouth to her pussy, his tongue
probing at her clitoris almost instantly, forcing her to inhale sharply.

His hands grabbed
her arse to steady her, but she wanted more. Somehow she manoeuvred one leg up
a little and rested her foot on the basin to her left. With her right hand
placed against the roof of the cubicle she was at a crazy angle, but the
pleasure only intensified. “Mmm,” she heard him mumble approvingly as her askew
stance allowed his tongue to explore further, circling her clit, slipping lower,
probing inside her, licking her, savouring her juices.

His hands pushed
her buttocks, forcing her to buck into him harder as he expertly
tongue-massaged her vulva. She reached down with one hand and pulled at his
dark hair, letting herself go as he continued to nudge her towards orgasm. “Oh
fuck,” she murmured as he took one hand from her arse and slowly slid a slick
finger inside her cunt, teasing her as his mouth continued to concentrate on
her clit. She rocked in this strange position, eyes shut tightly as he
pleasured her until she murmured, frantically, “I want you inside me. Now!”

It sounded like an
order and Adam took it as such. He moved his lips to her stomach, and any
possible hang-up she had about that area was so far from her mind that she
simply clutched his head to her body for a moment, feeling carnal joy pulse
through her veins. He picked her up once more. He wasn’t built like a
Chippendale or a bodybuilder; he was more slender, but he seemed to have
effortless strength and grace, even in this cramped environment. They swung
round so that she once again had her back to the door. He sat on the toilet
seat and she looked down at his thick cock. From nowhere he produced a condom
and snapped it on, then he reached forward and grabbed her bum and pulled her
towards him. She straddled his thighs and, holding her skirt up on her stomach,
she slowly moved downwards until she could feel the tip of his penis against
her clit. She clutched his dick for a moment and then guided it to her opening
before bending her legs and sliding all the way down the shaft.

She swallowed hard
as he seemed to grow even larger inside her. She wrapped her arms round his
neck and, for the first time, suddenly noticed that there was a window in the
bathroom. “God, business class is amazing!” she whispered, as he gripped her
buttocks once more and encouraged her to ride him, moving right to the tip of
his cock and then all the way down to the base with each gliding movement.

Faster they went,
him thrusting powerfully now, his body actually above the seat, her feet off
the floor as he lifted her just an inch or so in the air, entirely supported by
his arms and his cock. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it
hungrily, enveloping it in his mouth, and she knew she was close. Harder he plunged
inside her and harder she rode, forcing herself down on him and pushing up on
his shoulders each time she rose in the air. She heard him moaning louder and
she bit at his neck to try to stop herself from screaming. And then, from deep
within, she felt the orgasm washing over her. She clung harder to his neck and
he dug his hands ever deeper into her arse, his thrusts somehow finding new
depths. She began to feel his whole being shudder as he started to come and she
let go completely, kissing him deeply, allowing the contorted, beautiful,
helpless moan of her orgasm to pass almost silently into his mouth.

Their bodies
relaxed. He dropped to the seat, her head drooped over his shoulder, and they
rested for a moment, breathing heavily. She felt pinpricks of sweat on his
smooth back. He kissed her neck.

A moment later,
they were giggling a little as they passed each other their discarded clothes
and dressed themselves once more. Noting the rather lovely finish of the
bathroom fittings at last, Helena looked in the mirror and was absolutely
positive that it would be obvious to everyone that she had just had sex. Her
hair was tousled, her face looked flushed and she wore an involuntary grin. She
did her best to smooth everything out, but Adam was already saying they needed
to get back to their seats.

Helena creaked the
door open. No one was waiting to come in. She slipped out and a few moments
later Adam followed. The stewardess who may or may not have spied Adam’s
hard-on before they went in gave them a bit of a look, but it was a nice look,
with a hint of a knowing smile. “She’s seen it all before,” whispered Adam as
they sat back down. Helena blushed. They began to watch a film, but halfway
through, she fell asleep.

The remainder of
the flight was not quite so exciting, but still pretty wonderful. More great
food that she never thought would be possible on a plane, a good film, some
more sleep, plus Adam’s occasional affectionate touches and his entertaining
conversation. She didn’t really want the plane to land, for it all to be over. Yet,
of course, what goes up must come down.

As they swanned
through the special business class queues at LAX airport Helena felt fresh and
ready for a wonderful holiday. They located the carousel for the flight’s
luggage, although Adam had travelled only with his sleek executive carry-on
case. She gave him a hug. “Well, thank you very much, Adam, I’ll be
recommending you to all my friends,” she laughed, handing him a small white
envelope. “When are you heading back?”

“Quick stop over
in a hotel tonight and then back tomorrow. It’s a hard life!”

“It… certainly is.
Another client?”

“Now that would be
telling.” He kissed her once, delicately, on the lips. “You have my number.”

“I do. Thank you.
Take care.”

“Have a great
holiday!”

Adam strolled off,
immaculately, like a young George Clooney. Helena wished she could keep him
– at least for the flight back. A few minutes later, her friend Jill
appeared through the crowds, finally emerging after the longer queues she had
to endure with the all other economy passengers. “Where is he then? Did I miss
him?” she demanded excitedly.

“Yep, sorry, he’s
disappeared. Wandered off into the sunset. Without me.”