Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) (2 page)

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D
aniel
Green stood in
line,
waiting to board. His business class ticket gave him priority boarding, so only
a couple of other smartly dressed people stood ahead of him. At the doorway of
the plane, a blonde hostess smiled and checked tickets, pointing people in the
right direction. Her uniform hugged her generous curves, her tits almost
bursting from her shirt, the buttons straining.

Daniel
handed her his ticket and she peered up at him from beneath thick lashes, heavy
with black mascara, and smiled.

“Good
to have you on board, Mr. Green,” she said, her eyes flicking down his body,
taking him in. “I’ll do everything I can to ensure you have a pleasant flight.”

Daniel
smiled back, but a bemused frown shadowed his face. Had she just been flirting
with him? Maybe it was only his filthy mind, but there seemed to be an
implication behind her words.

He
shook off the thought and concentrated on finding his seat and stashing his
carry-on bag in the overhead luggage compartment. He slid his laptop case
beneath his seat, knowing he would need to do some work once in the air.

Daniel
sighed and sat back in his seat. Pressure from work had reached an all time
high. As an International Relationship Manager, he was responsible for
babysitting all the big banks, and at the moment, the banks weren’t exactly in
a good place. Each one insisted on making their problem his problem.

At
least he could relax for a few hours now. He had an eight hour flight across
the Atlantic, and even with some last minute paperwork to do, he planned to get
a couple of hours down time. He needed to find some way to relax or he was
going to get old before his time.

The
seatbelt sign above his head flashed on, so Daniel pulled the belt around his
waist and clicked the metal tab in place. He wasn’t a fan of flying and the
take-offs were always the worst. At least when the plane was landing, it was
already heading in the right direction should something go wrong.

Daniel
looked up to see the blonde hostess walking down the aisle toward him, checking
everyone’s seat belts and that trays were up and locked in position. She smiled
when she reached him.

“Hello
again,” she said. “I’m just making sure your seatbelt is fastened.”

Daniel
gestured to his waist, “All done.”

Taking
him by surprise, she bent and hooked her fingers inside the belt. She gave it a
tug.

“Just
checking it’s not too loose,” she said, the swell of her cleavage pushed in his
face. He caught the faint hint of perfume; something musky and expensive. Her
skin was creamy white and looked incredibly soft. For a moment, he wondered
what it would be like to put his mouth against her flesh.

As
she let go, her fingers trailed his crotch, tickling his cock through his
pants.

His
dick jumped at the contact, as did Daniel himself.

Did
she mean to do that?

Then
the moment was over and she stood upright, her attention focused on the
business man sitting behind him. Daniel wondered if her extra attention had
been his imagination—or maybe wishful thinking.

His
cock swelled again at the thought. He pressed down with his wrist, simultaneously
trying to hide his growing erection, but also enjoying the pressure. It wasn’t
a good combination. He was going to get in trouble if he carried on like this.

The
plane taxied to the runway. Within minutes the engines roared to life and built
speed, before finally lifting into the sky. Daniel gripped his armrests, hating
this part of the journey. The aircraft climbed into the sky, leaving both his
stomach and the real world far below.

Within
a few minutes, the plane leveled out and the seatbelt light extinguished with a
‘ping’. Daniel unclipped his belt and relaxed.

The
hostess approached him, carrying a bottle and champagne glass. “Would you like
some champagne, sir?”

He
gave a nonchalant shrug.
Why the hell not?

“Sure,
that would be great.”

She
poured him a flute of champagne and placed the glass on his tray, together with
a small napkin. Once again, her chest heaved only inches from his face, as if
she’d deliberately angled herself that way. He had to admit she had one hell of
a figure. Combined with the hot red lipstick she wore, she was impossible not
to notice. All of the hostesses wore the same color, making him think the red
was standard with this airline, but none of them pulled it off as well as the
blonde. If she looked this good fully clothed, she could be a serious contender
for a page three model, dressed in only her lingerie and heels.

As
she stood, the back of her hand caught his glass, knocking champagne in his
lap.

“Shit,”
Daniel swore, half-standing as cold liquid seeped through his pants.

“Oh,
I’m so sorry.”

Quickly,
she picked the glass back up and set it down on the tray. Grabbing a handful of
serviettes, she started mopping up the spilt champagne, her hand pressed firmly
against his crotch. His cock stirred beneath her hand, helped along by the
thoughts that had been racing through his head only moments earlier.

“That’s
okay,” he said, trying to snatch the tissues from her, but she wouldn’t let him
take them.

“No,
please,” she said. “Let me.”

The
dabbing motion changed. He felt a firm, but definite massage, her fingers
gripping the length of his rapidly hardening dick. Daniel gasped in surprise.

She
twisted her body toward him, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and
glanced down. Gently, she bit her full bottom lip.

“You
know, you should really get these pants dry,” she said, a wicked glint in her
eye. “We have a hand dryer in the lavatory. I’m sure I could help you.”

He
wasn’t imagining this. The air hostess was offering to accompany him to the
bathroom and take off his pants; there was no way she hadn’t noticed the huge
erection beneath her hand.

Her
fingers tightened around his cock and gave it a slow, leisurely squeeze. He was
going to struggle to get to the bathroom like this.

She
read his mind. “Just hold the tissues over the wet patch,” she said, and then
gave him a cheeky smile and a wink

He
didn’t need to be asked again.

Daniel
stood and followed her down the aisle. Her round ass wiggled beneath the tight
fitting skirt, hinting at pleasures ahead. She opened the door for him and
allowed him into the small cubicle, before squeezing in behind him and sliding
the door shut. With a click, she drove the lock home.

Her
hand was at his waist, tugging at the button of his pants.

“Here,”
she said. “Let me help you with that.”

She
wasn’t fucking around. As she yanked his pants down, his erection sprang free,
bobbing toward her.

“Well
hello,” she said, addressing his cock. “I hope you’re enjoying your flight.”

Then
she was on her knees, her red-lipstick mouth sliding over the swollen head. Her
mouth was hot and moist, her tongue slipping over its head, rubbing the flat
base.

“Oh
fuck,” he said, one hand placed on the wall, the other next to the tiny sink.

She
moaned as she pulled him deep in her throat, the vibrations sending little
shock waves of pleasure down through his balls. Her head moved back and forth,
and he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deeper, feeling the smooth lining of
the back of her throat. Her fingers found his perineum and started rubbing in
time with her bobbing head. The pleasure was exquisite and he laced his fingers
in her blonde hair, gripping tight.

“That’s
so good,” he said, his breath leaving his body in heavy gasps.

Her
fingers left his perineum and cupped his balls. She gave them a gentle pull,
forcing him to slow down.

She
looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, as she slowly allowed his dick to
slide from between her lips. He could see the red ring her lipstick had left.
Still peering up at him, she let her tongue sneak from her mouth and gave the
tip of his cock another couple of firm licks, before working her way down and
taking one of his balls in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base
of his cock and slowly pumped as she sucked.

Daniel
groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the intense feelings
flooding up from his balls. She released one and moved onto the next, pulling
it into her hot, wet mouth.

As
she removed her mouth from his balls, Daniel opened his eyes. The hostess
traveled back up his body, pulling at his shirt, popping the buttons.

“I
hope this body’s as good as I think,” she smiled.

Daniel
was thankful he’d kept himself fit with regular visits to the gym. He was
confident she wouldn’t be disappointed. Her warm hands ran over his muscles,
tracing the lines of his pectorals and abs.

“Yep,”
she said. “Definitely as good.”

“And
what about you? You look as good naked as you do clothed?”

“Oh,
honey. I look better.”

His
hands reached for the buttons of her shirt, pulling it open. Her full breasts
were enclosed in a simple white lace bra, her nipples hard and dark beneath.
Quickly, he reached behind her back and unsnapped the clasp. In the tight
confines of the bathroom, he wrestled with her shirt, shedding her bra and
shirt in one go.

Daniel
bent his head to her breast, taking one dark nipple in his mouth and sucking
until she moaned. Her own hand took hold of her other breast, squeezing, her
fingers twisting the nipple.

To
hell with trying to take her tight fitting skirt off
.

Instead,
he grabbed the hem and tugged the skirt up around her waist. The material
bunched up, revealing matching white lacy panties. A tiny landing strip of puff
blonde hair nestled beneath.

Daniel
tugged the panties to one side and reached between her thighs, seeking her wet
opening. She was already creamy with desire and he had no problem pushing a
finger inside her. She gasped in response, her tight muscles clamping down on
him. He hooked his finger forward, feeling for the spot he knew would send her
to the next level. His finger found it, rubbing the little nub on the inside of
her smooth wall.

She
moaned and her hand tightened around his cock, pumping back and forth as he
slicked his thick digit in and out. His excitement built and he wanted to be
inside her, to have the tight muscles hold his dick in the same way they
gripped his finger.

Daniel
pulled from her pussy and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up on
the narrow vanity unit. Her naked ass hit the cold of the metal sink. He pulled
her panties down over her thighs and tossed them to the floor. Holding his cock
at the base, he guided himself to her opening.

She
wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock nudged at her
tight hole and with one fluid movement, he thrust hard inside. He held himself
deep, loving how soft she felt against his hardness, and then pulled out before
sliding back in.

Her
fingers laced in his hair and she kissed him. Their mouths pressed hard against
each other, tongues seeking and devouring. Daniel broke the kiss and worked his
way down, across her jaw line and over the soft skin of her throat.

Her
hands grabbed his ass, the muscles bunching tight as he pounded into her. Her
nails sank into his skin, and he knew he would still be able to see the red
ellipses the following day.

She
gasped little sounds of ‘uh’ into his neck, each one coming as he slammed into
her. Her round breasts bounced with their frantic coupling and he slowed his
movements for a moment to hunch over and take one of her nipples in his mouth.
His cock was now shallow in her channel and he reached down to rub the
sensitive ball of nerves of her clit. She released the tight grip on his ass,
and leant back against the mirror, allowing him to pleasure her with gentle
strokes of his thumb and cock, while he suckled on her tit.

Daniel
had held back as long as he could. He lifted his mouth from her breast and
buried his face in the nape of her neck, his movement building once again. He
kept up the firm pressure on her clit and she clutched his shoulders, meeting
his rhythm with a rocking motion of her hips.

They
were both close now. He held back just a moment longer, feeling the pulsing of
her inner sheath around his cock, knowing she was about to come. She cried out
as she did, holding herself hard against him. He allowed himself to let loose,
his thrusting harder and faster. His orgasm powered over him and he jerked
inside of her, hot streams of cum filling her. He thrust once, twice more,
letting those last few shocks of orgasm shudder through him, before sinking
against her.

“Wow,”
she said, pulling herself upright. “That was certainly worth wasting a glass of
champagne for.”

“Is
that the usual service for business class?”

“Well
these flights are long. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to make sure she
stays entertained.”

“It
is long, isn’t it?” he mused. “Certainly long enough for a repeat performance.”

She
laughed, “Sure.”

“Just
one thing... do you think next time I could get to drink the champagne?”

“From
a glass? Or would you like to see if I can come up with a more inventive way of
drinking it?”

The
image of tipping cold, fizzy bubbles down one of her luscious breasts came to
mind and his cock leapt at the idea.

“I
don’t even know your name,” he admitted, embarrassed.

She
picked up her shirt and lifted it up to reveal the small pin of her name badge.

“Katrina,”
he read. “It’s nice to meet you, Katrina. I’ll do everything I can to ensure
you have a pleasant flight...”