Thursday, August 28, 2008

The Plane - A Sequel - Chapter 2

She turned a little away from him then, trying to hide her reaction to his words and what she had just done. He turned her back and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He bit softly and she gasped, the pain just right for the pressure he provided. He took her hands and put them above her head, his strong hands able to hold her wrists together even as she struggled to free them. His tongue continued to lick her breasts while he held her hands tightly above. He used his other hand to mimic the motions he had just seen her do. He teased her open for him, penetrating her folds and into her warmth, but never touching what would drive her over. She writhed on the bed, her desire rising again, trying to get him to touch her clit, to bring her off.

Jon watched her moving to his hand motions, knowing what she wanted, but not providing it. He started talking to her then, whispering in her ear.

“Feel my fingers inside you. You’re so fuckin’ wet. That’s it, move against me. Want it harder, baby? Want more than this? You want a cock inside you, I can tell. This isn’t enough, is it? Then you have to come for me again. You know you can, I can feel you getting tighter and tighter. It’s gonna happen, you can’t stop it, you don’t want to.”

His words and his voice were driving her insane with need. She moved her hips in earnest now as she sought the release he was teasing her with. His fingers seemed to know instinctively what she needed and as she strained against his hand holding her wrists, enjoying the sensation of being held down and forced to come, he hit a certain spot with his thumb and that was it, she thrust herself against his hand, low sounds coming from her throat, moans mixed with gasps as he continued the movement of his fingers, feeling her moisture flow as her orgasm clamped her walls around the fingers he had inside.

“That’s two.”

She twisted her hands suddenly and broke his grip. Sitting up, she grabbed his hair, forcing his face to hers. He kissed her like she wanted him to, but even then he plunged into her mouth, making her breath rasp and bruising her lips with his. She could feel her lips swelling from the pressure of his and she released his hair to rake her nails over his chest, lingering at the nipples she unerringly located. He held her to his chest, letting her think she was back in control, when in truth he hadn’t even started yet.

Jon grabbed her hair then to pull her away from his chest. She strained against him, but he tightened his grip. She gave a little mewl of pain mixed with lust as she realized he wasn’t going to let her lead. She reached for his pants, she wanted to see him, but he again pulled her away from him. He turned her in his arms and bent her over the bed. Bracing her so she was held firmly, she heard him undo his pants and when he let go of her hair to put on a condom, she took the moment to twist. She immediately stopped when a hard slap again played against her ass.

“Bend over…NOW!” His voice demanded her compliance. She felt a moment of fear then.

“Don’t…” she started, then stopped hearing his soft chuckle.

His hand entered her pussy again, a thrust that brought her head up. “I want this, baby, don’t worry.” He continued to play with her and she rocked backwards to gain more contact. She could feel his cock hitting against her and she wanted to see it, but he wouldn’t let her turn.

“Oh no, you only get to feel it right now. Come for me again and I’ll consider showing you. You gonna come again, baby? When you feel me inside, all the way? You gonna let me feel you squeeze my dick as you come around me?” All the while he talked to her this way his hand was playing with her, causing an ache to build again. She felt his hands on her hips and she braced herself in anticipation. God, she wanted this so badly. He could feel her straining to have him inside, but he wouldn’t enter her yet. He brushed the head of his shaft against the juncture of her thighs, but didn’t enter.

He heard her growl of frustration. “God dammit, Jon!” He smacked her again. Her answering gasp was enough and before the sting of his hand had lessened, he thrust inside her so swiftly and so abruptly that she froze, the sensation of his entire shaft inside her causing a sensory overload. He held himself inside her, not moving, pulling her hips to his front, allowing her no movement. She tried wiggling, he stopped it. She tried pulling forward, he held her back. Her frustration was building and the ache she felt was starting to become pain. Just when she felt she would scream from her growing need, he pulled out to the end and thrust again. This time she did scream. He did it again and he felt her walls tightening. She was close, he knew it. He thrust again, smacking himself against her with almost brutal strength, as her walls enclosed him and then it happened. Her voice was hoarse as she cried out her release, the orgasm exploding through her, pushing herself back onto his shaft, needing more. He continued to ride out her explosive burst of sensation until she collapsed onto her forearms on the bed.

Jon pulled out of her then, his own shaft still rock hard. As she lay gasping on the bed, he went to he bathroom, removed the condom, and washed quickly. He turned to see she had turned onto her back, her breasts heaving, her thighs still scissoring from the sensations that hadn’t stopped yet. As he walked back, she heard him and her eyes went immediately to his shaft. Her green eyes widened as she saw the up thrust male member in front of her and then she saw his smile. It was warm, but remained full of lust and longing.

She made to reach for him, but he held out a hand for her to stay where she was. She tried speaking.

“I want…” but he stopped her. Taking himself in his hand, he started stroking his length, moving in a practiced motion that dried out her mouth and made wetness again flow between her legs.

“Oh, I know what you want. You want me inside you again. Not yet, baby, no, you can’t have this yet.” He matched his motions with his words and she knew she had to taste him. He had to let her take him in her mouth. She moved off the bed and stalked toward him. His eyes followed her and he saw the need in her eyes. He nodded at her and she lowered herself gracefully to the floor. Still watching him play with his cock, she reached out with only her tongue, touching the end of him. He moved his hand to allow her to play and she reached out with her hands to cup his sac, rolling and stroking the tightening area. Standing with his legs spread, he touched her head lightly and held onto her hair, exerting control but not pressure.

Exploring the glorious toy she held, she breathed in the scent of male musk. She concentrated first on his testes, ignoring the straining cock above them, using tongue and teeth and lips until he was drawn up tight as his own pressure built. She turned then to the shaft that bobbed in front of her. With a smile and a deep sense of satisfaction, she took his entire length inside her mouth in one swift motion. His gasp and moan was deeply satisfying to her and she continued to use every motion of tongue and lips she could think of to elicit that groan again.

Jon felt her licking every inch of his shaft, her hand stroking his balls, and could feel the pressure building. Using her hair to pull her off him, he shook his head at her. His voice was growing more hoarse as their play progressed.

“Not yet…oh no…I want more…you aren’t ready yet, baby.” And with that he drew her up from the floor and within what seemed a split second she was on the bed, on her back, and his head was dipping downward. She tried to move away for a moment, but his hands, so strong and rough, gripped her hips, holding her in place. She moved her hands to his head, to pull him away and he raised his eyes to hers.

He growled at her, eyes blazing. “Don’t fucking move.” She froze, mesmerized by those eyes that seemed to have seen into her deepest, darkest desires. He lowered his head again after seeing her compliance and she felt the lightest of touches begin on her inner thigh as Jon worked from one to the other, nipping, licking, biting just a bit, just until he heard a gasp from her. She tried to hold herself still as he had demanded, but with every breath of his that touched her skin she felt her need rise again.

With trembling thighs and aching muscles, she felt Jon move closer to her center. A tip of a tongue on her clit made her jump and moan.

“Hold still, baby, or I’m gonna stop.” His voice was a steel whisper.

She concentrated on holding herself still, letting him lead her to the edge of whatever cliff he chose. The touches of his tongue became bolder as she continued to comply and she felt a scream building in her throat when he took her clit in his mouth and began a sucking licking motion that built the heat inside her into an inferno. Her hands clasped the sheets as she struggled to hold back the rising tide inside her. His grip on her thighs was approaching pain as he forced her over the cliff’s edge and she screamed as once again her body exploded in orgasm. Jon softened his motions as she rode out her pleasure, but didn’t stop. He continued his teasing exploration, turning one orgasm into the beginning of another. When he felt her hips arch and saw her head tossing back and forth he knew the time had come.

A second condom was ready for use and he made sure to keep her on the edge with nuzzles and small licks as he readied himself. Her body was finely tuned to his hands and his mouth now and when he spread her knees in preparation, he again slammed into her in one fierce thrust, a thrust that she met with her own. Bracing himself above her, arms locked, thighs tight, her legs moved to lock around his ass. He moved inside her, driving them harder and harder to the bliss they were seeking. Lost in the feel of the man inside her, she could only feel her senses rising, a tingling again moving through her body.

Jon continued to thrust inside her, pushing his cock to the full limits of her depths. He pulled out to the edge and then slammed home again, feeling his own orgasm rushing to break. Sweat was dripping from his hair and his body was slick with it. He had drawn this out as long as he could and now he was going to go inside her as she came with him. With his breath ragged he again commanded her.

“Touch yourself…now!” Barely able to think, she moved her hand to herself and touched her own clit. Jon felt her walls tighten at the increased sensation and as she started to shudder in the beginning throes of her orgasm, he continued to drive himself into her as he watched her play. She suddenly arched, moaning, clamping herself tightly around his shaft and he felt his own explosion. He came inside her for what seemed like minutes, his shaft never losing its hardness as he continued to push through the waves that flowed through him. He collapsed over her, holding her in his arms, their breathing ragged as they sought the memory of how it felt to think.

Whispering again in her ear, she heard his husky voice.

“That’s one.”

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Plane - A Sequel - Chapter 1

Samantha stood there, frozen in shock, as she heard the chain on the door slide home. Movement seemed like a remembered dream, something she had once known how to do. The scent of Jon reached her before he did and she shuddered, her arousal at such a keen level she felt as if her senses had overtaken her thought process.

That smell, the plane, it was him. He read my story. How else could he have said that to me a moment ago?

Jon watched her closely, saw comprehension dawn in her eyes and then saw them dilate as her body responded to him and to the situation. His cock had been hard since the plane and as she had done, he had taken the edge off. He knew that he would last for a while now and he moved toward her. He grabbed her open shirt, pulling her a bit roughly toward him. Her breath was coming in small gasps now as she saw that he was going to do what she had written. Holding her pressed against his chest he whispered in her ear.

“I know what you did on the plane. In the bathroom. Were you thinking about me? Were you imaging me inside you?”

She shuddered against him, wantonness warring with embarrassment, as he continued.

“I did the same thing. I went into the bathroom and took this out…” He moved her hand to the large bulge in the front of his pants. “I stroked myself over and over and thought about you, thought where this was going to be tonight.”

In one swift motion, he pulled her shirt off and undid the front of her bra. He used it to tie her hands behind her back and every cell of her skin tingled. He pushed her toward the bed, his implied roughness adding the spice she craved.

“This is your only chance to say no. If you don’t, if you don’t stop me now, you are going to take everything I can give you and you’re going to beg for more.” He looked at her, giving her an out if she wanted it. He was offering adult consensual sex and letting her know that even though he was going to fuck her, she had the chance right now to be in control.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was thick with lust and she shook her head ‘no’. Her body was so on fire that she knew she would explode into a million pieces if she didn’t have him.

“Lie on your stomach.” His voice commanded. She did so and he raised her hips with his hands, undoing her skirt, leaving her wisp of underwear on. He grabbed her panties and moved them in a sliding motion, giving her just a little, but not nearly enough. He tore them off her then, the friction delicious against her overheated flesh. He was still dressed and in her mind she saw the picture of the two of them. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing the tips until her nipples were rock hard. She tried to lower her ass, the exposure too much all of a sudden, but he stopped her by grabbing her hair.

“Too late, I saw and I’m gonna see more. Right now.” And with that he plunged his fingers inside her, thrusting them back and forth, allowing his thumb to hit her clit as he did so. He used his other hand to hold her hair firmly, arching her back against his hand.

“Remember, you’re gonna lose. But fight all you want, I don’t mind.” He accompanied his words with strokes from his hand. She began to thrust back against him then, needing release, but he seemed to sense she was close and he suddenly stopped and removed his hand. She lay there gasping, unbelieving, tingling and so close to coming that she moved herself to the bed to get some sort of pressure against herself.

Jon saw what she was doing, but he wasn’t going to allow it. He brought his hand down on her ass in a hard tingling slap and heard her grunt of pleasure and pain.

“You aren’t writing this story, baby, it’s my story now.” He untied her hands, but kept his grip on her hair. Turning her over he used her hair to gently propel her to the edge of the bed.

“Take my shirt off.” She moved trembling hands to the front of his shirt and started undoing the buttons. She slid his shirt off as he changed hands in her hair to allow her to remove it. He was deeply furred and there was a mix of silver in the dark hair on his chest. He moved her head to one of his nipples and she eagerly licked it, the scent of him stronger now, overloading her already inflamed senses. She breathed him in deeply and ran her hands down the muscles of his stomach, but he stopped her before she reached his pants.

“Not yet. I’m gonna watch you first. You’re gonna come at least twice before you even get close to that.” He moved her closer to the bed again and pushed her onto her back.

“Show me what you did, on the plane, in the bathroom. Show me how you made yourself come.” She shook her head ‘no’ at him and he stood over her, determination on his face. He stroked himself through his pants and her eyes followed his every movement. Her hips arched slightly, unconsciously, but he noticed.

“No way. Touch yourself. Show me what you did. I want to watch you come and you’re going to because you know I’m watching.”

She watched his eyes darken, the blue turning to what almost seemed a midnight color as his own arousal rose. He looked at her, still dressed in his pants in direct contrast to her own nakedness. His hand on his cock, moving, promising, was what threw her reservations away. Looking into his eyes, she moved her hand to her stomach, slowly dropping it lower as his eyes followed her every motion.

She slipped a finger down to her wetness, starting to stroke herself as he watched her. His hand continued its own motions and she watched him. Her breath was coming faster and faster and he stopped for a moment to see her pleasure herself. Her thighs began to tremble and her breasts swelled. She arched and moved her hand more rapidly as a full-blown orgasm screamed through her body. She heard his voice, the huskiness of it.

“That’s one.”

Friday, August 8, 2008

The Plane - Chapter 4

Samantha watched the man beside her with her peripheral vision. She saw him finish his drinks and then settle back, head down, face out of sight, as if he was preparing to sleep for the final hour of the flight. Soon she heard his breathing deepen again and watched as he seemed to fall back to sleep.


Jon was not sleeping. In fact, he had never been more awake in his life. He faked sleep for at least ten minutes and then slowly moved his hand to his once again growing erection. He placed his hand over himself and waited.


· Oh my fucking god! He’s asleep but his hand is over his cock and he’s rubbing himself in his sleep! My tits are so hard and my clit is throbbing. Jesus! I need to be fucked! I can’t stop myself from looking. His hand is cupping his own cock and he’s pressing down just a little. I want him in me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in me so far I can’t stop coming!

Samantha was seriously aching at this point and decided to use it in her story.

Jon then ripped the underwear from her, abrading her skin as he did so, holding her hands behind her even though she was tied by her own bra. He pushed her firmly onto the bed, and stood over her. She was naked and he was fully dressed, an image that only fueled her own fantasies. He moved his hands to her breasts, pushing them together and pulling the nipples as she moved and squirmed beneath her. She wanted this, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He sensed her sudden change of mood and grasping her hair, pulling her neck back in an arch, he spoke. “Don’t fight this. You’re going to lose.” He then without warning plunged his fingers inside her and she screamed with the intensity of it. He moved his hand back and forth, holding her in an arched position, as she fought not to come, not to respond. He refused to allow that and lower his head to one of her nipples; he bit her then, the pain causing her to come in a hard intense series of spasms, clamped around his fingers. “That’s one.” His voice was a warm liquid heat.

· Shit! I did it. I felt that ass as he passed by. It’s as tight and as hard as I thought it would be. I want to wrap my legs around it and have him inside me over and over again until I can’t stand.

Samantha heard the announcement that they would be landing in Los Angeles within twenty minutes and that all trays, electronics, seatbelts, blah, blah, blah should be stowed. She managed one more entry.

· Tonight at the hotel, I am going to come so many times I won’t be able to think the next day. I’m going to take this man’s scent with me and use it, over and over again.


Jon pretended to wake at the announcement about the imminent landing and getting himself more upright he saw the woman put her laptop away. He still avoided any type of eye contact whatsoever and even pulled his cap down further to hide his face. He was going to have her…soon.


The flight landed and Samantha grabbed a cab from the line, telling the driver “The Hilton” as she did so. Jon was right behind her and his “follow that cab” elicited a grin from the driver. His cab pulled up behind hers and he exited. He took off his jacket before entering though as he didn’t want her to associate him with the man on the plane. He moved behind her, hearing her room number, and then checking in himself, requesting the same floor. He went to his room, taking a quick shower, and then putting his room key in his pocket, he went to her door. He knocked…the door was partially opened.

The woman inside peered around the side of the door as she had already started to get undressed. Jon entered the room before she had a chance to do more than stare.

He spoke to her.

“You know why I’m here, but you don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You don’t know how many ways I’m going to fuck you and you don’t know how many times you’re gonna come.”

He closed the door, locked it and slid the chain.

THE END...for now.

Monday, August 4, 2008

The Plane - Chapter 3

· When I get to the room I’m going to have to take care of myself again. It’s too much sitting here next to the scent of this man. The bathroom of this plane was not enough, even doing it again won’t be enough. I want a man inside me, thrusting until I scream.

In a voice that was hoarse but still somehow cool with control, Jon spoke to her. “You know why I’m here, but you don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You don’t know how many ways I’m going to fuck you and you don’t know how many times you’re gonna come.” She continued to back away from him, but he stopped her by reaching out and grabbing her skirt front. He jerked her towards him until her breasts hit his chest and he moved one hand to the front of her bra. He unclasped it and quicker than she knew, had her hands tied behind her, using her bra as if it were a length of rope.


Jon’s cock was twitching so much inside his jeans that he knew he was going to have take the edge off. Knew he was going to have to do what the woman had done. Pretending to stir awake, he shifted in his seat and raised his head. He saw her quickly close the lid to her laptop as she noticed his shifting. Getting up from the seat, he made sure he kept his head turned from her. He didn’t want her to see who he was. He went into the bathroom and dropped his pants, his hand grasping his throbbing cock, thinking about what he had read and about the scent of the woman next to him on the plane. He stroked himself with practiced ease, bracing a hand against the wall, grabbing some paper as he exploded quicker than he thought he would. His orgasm had him gasping and he continued to stroke himself, knowing this would not be enough. He would be buried inside her before the night was through.


Samantha watched the man stir next to her, coming awake. She closed her laptop so fast she was afraid she might lose her last thoughts, but the automatic save function worked. She brought up the story as the man went into the bathroom and again talked to herself.

· Jesus Christ! What an ass! He walked in front of me to go to the bathroom and I could barely contain myself as he passed. I think when he comes back I’m going to somehow touch it. Somehow feel what that amazing ass is like.

Again closing her laptop most of the way, Samantha raised herself from her seat a bit as the man returned, still not seeing his face as he presented his back towards her. She reached out when he passed, managing to touch the amazing ass that was close to her without it seeming like she meant to do it.

“Oh, excuse me.” She said softly.

“No problem.” The man answered, still presenting his backside to her. Samantha thought she could spend days just running her hand over the tight rear of the man in front of her and felt remorse when he settled himself into his seat. The flight attendant came over then and she heard him order a double Jack on the rocks. The drink was brought and the man downed it in a swift two-swallow gulp, requesting a second drink quickly. He had again turned himself toward the window, but as the shade was down she had no chance to even catch the reflection of his face.

The flight attendant brought the man his drink and she again ordered a double Bloody Mary. She felt wild and reckless tonight and wanted the alcohol flowing through her system. She received her drink, the man ordered a third, and she asked for a fourth.

“Damn! Every drink makes me want this guy more! How can someone smell so fucking good?”

An announcement came over the PA that they were an hour from Los Angeles and she thought about her story. She wanted to return to it. Turning her computer so it was away from his angle of sight, she brought up her report and the story, so she could switch from one screen to another in the blink of an eye if needed.

With her hands tied behind by her bra, Samantha felt her pussy flood with moisture as she realized that all her dreams were about to come true. The man in her room was going to take control and she wanted him too, so badly. “Lie on the bed.” His voice was commanding. She complied, lying on her back. “Turn over,” was the next command and she moved and felt him undo her skirt, sliding it over her hips. The wisp of underwear she wore was damp with her moisture and he moved it back and forth between her legs, aggravating the ache she already felt.


Jon continued to read what she was writing, even though she had turned her computer, as he needed to see what she had to say. The self-pleasuring he had done in the bathroom had only taken off the edge of his hunger and he planned to be buried deep inside her within the next two hours. He only hoped he could wait that long.

A thought occurred to him them and he downed his drink and then settled himself back as if he was going to sleep again.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Plane - Chapter 2

Jon had been slouching away from the woman sitting in the seat next to him until he got annoyed at the clicking of the keys of her computer. Turning in his seat, he was about to say something until he realized he was able to read what she was writing. Turning even further, pretending to be deeply asleep, he felt himself stiffen in his pants at what he was reading. He had smelled her too as he sat next to her and her perfume was slowly being overwhelmed by the musk of her arousal. Reading the last paragraph before she returned, he knew she had gone into the bathroom for one specific reason and his cock grew in direction proportion to his imagination as to what she was doing right this second.


Samantha returned to her seat, feeling only a little relief from her recent activity. She still needed a man. Seeing that the man next to her was still sleeping deeply, she returned to her laptop.

Jon gave the woman a few moments to take the elevator to her room. He knew where she was, he could wait. It would only prolong the pleasure. He dropped his bag in his room and slipping his key into his jacket pocket, moved to her door. He knocked and waited. She partially opened the door as she was mostly undressed and he moved inside before she could think to react. Her gasp was audible. She knew why he was there.

· Ok, he’s still sleeping, but holy god his pants seem bigger. What IS he dreaming about? What would he taste like? Something like that would fill my entire mouth, but it would be so good. I would run my tongue from the base to the tip and then take the whole shaft inside to lick. Would he have that clean musky male smell I adore? Shit! Did I pack condoms? Yeah, okay, remembered, I did.

She backed up as he moved toward her. The eyes she knew so well from a thousand photos and not a few concerts were blazing at her. How had he known she would let him in? How did he know that he could have anything from her? Her hands crossed her breasts, still in a bra, as she attempted to regain some semblance of control. Slowing shaking his head, Jon gave her a look and she knew that control, if there was any to be had, was going to be his tonight.

Pausing in her story, Samantha shifted a bit restlessly in her seat. She kept sneaking looks at the man next to her, but for some reason she never looked at his face. She didn’t want to know who he was or what he really looked like. It would stop her fantasy, stop her thoughts.

· I can see his arms, the thick muscles there and the hair protruding from his shirt. Not his face though, I don’t want to know who he is. I want him to be the fantasy I’m having now. He can be old or young, but I know he’s not old. He can be good looking or rough, but just watching those arms and…oh god! His cock just twitched in his jeans! Can he hear my breathing? That gasp I just took? No…still sleeping.

Jon turned to lock the door to the room, throwing the bolt and stringing the chain. She gasped then, knowing what he was doing, making it harder for her to escape. She didn’t want to escape. She had been thinking of having a man inside her for hours, if not weeks, the last so long ago she had trouble remembering what he looked like. A casual business associate whom after too many drinks had seemed appealing. What a joke! He was not what she needed, too willing to let her lead, no imagination. Somehow she knew Jon would not be that way. He would want control.

· I just can’t stop looking at this man’s pants. He’s full and thick under his jeans and I don’t think he has underwear on. His cock is too well defined. Too up thrust. His smell is making me crazy. Every breath I take fills me with his scent. Every breath of his scent is making me wetter and ache more.

The flight attendant stopped by then and Samantha turned her laptop as she answered the woman’s question about something to drink. She ordered a double Bloody Mary with extra lime and waited for the attendant to return. She drank half the drink down in the first minute, trying unsuccessfully to cool the fire that was raging inside her. Before the attendant left, she ordered another double and then turned back to her keyboard. The attendant had not asked the man next to her and that renewed her confidence that he was deeply asleep.


As he read what the woman was writing, Jon was starting to have some serious dick problems. He knew that he wanted her and that somehow he was going to have her tonight. She was staying at the Hilton and he would follow her in a cab and would use the corny line of “follow that cab”. He also would stay on the same floor as her and would manage to overhear what room she was in. He would also knock on her door. His dick twitched again as he thought of how she wanted someone to take control. He knew how to do that.

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Plane - Chapter 1

Samantha Adams entered the First Class cabin of the airplane a bit late and breathed a huge sigh of relief. The cabin was barely occupied on the New York to Tokyo run and she would be able to relax as best she could on the long flight. There was a layover in Los Angeles, but she was staying the night there and flying out the next day. This was a huge perk from her company, but as she was the owner, she really didn’t give a shit. Her management of the Fortune 500 Company she had built from the ground up was in its seventh year and growing stronger and more viable with each successive year.

Soon to be 37, Samantha was a tall striking natural blonde, who ran her life as she did her company, with precise and demanding control. Her employees were loyal because she treated them fairly and rewarded them with bonuses and raises in accordance with their performance. She had no patience for slackers, however, and more than one of her younger workers had felt her wrath when she reprimanded them for anything less than one hundred percent.

Sitting down in her seat in the front of the First Class cabin, Samantha removed her laptop from her bag, prepared to work on her report and then engage in her one guilty pleasure. Samantha was a secret fan fiction writer and no one knew that she had a major lust on for Jon Bon Jovi. She had never let her friends know and there was even less chance that a co-worker would find out as she hid her IP address and logged on to post under an identity that could never be traced to her.

Waiting out the departure of the plane, she was mildly perturbed when a man entered the first class cabin and of course had the seat next to hers.

God dammit! Now I have to worry about some asshole next to me!

The man seemed to be as eager as she was to have no contact and moved past her into the window seat, scrunching down and pulling his cap further over his forehead. She caught a whiff of his cologne as he went past her and felt a moment of intrigue. Damn! At least he smells good! She wanted no conversation with anyone on this flight and was grateful that he seemed to be ignoring her also.

Good! Maybe he’ll sleep the entire way.

Once the plane had taken off and electronics use was cleared, she powered up her laptop. Glancing at the man next to her, she caught a brief glimpse of the cap and sunglasses and the man slouching in the seat, his head turned to the window. Relieved he was not paying any attention to her, she brought up her latest story. Reading where she had left off, she continued her next paragraph.

Jon smelled the woman sitting next to him and turned so he could take a deeper breath. He smelled her perfume and something even more intriguing, the musky scent of a woman in heat. He knew she wanted him. He could feel that this one would be different. She seemed wild, even though she was one of the most self-contained women he had ever seen.

Samantha glanced around her to make sure she was not being watched as she typed. She had meant to get busy with her report first, but something about the scent of the man next to her as he passed her changed her mind. As was her way when writing, she added her thoughts into the story, to be used later when the time was right.

· Damn, the guy next to me on this plane smells amazing. He moved in front of me when he got into his seat and for a brief moment his ass was right in front of my face. I could have reached out and bit it as he passed. I almost did. I wanted his skin through his jeans in my teeth.

The scent of the woman next to him had his cock rising in his jeans. He knew he was going to have her. Knew she would belong to him, even if only for a night, but he would have her any way and every way he could think of. He sensed this in her, that she would let him take her until she was screaming her pleasure, coming for him over and over.

The man in the seat stirred and with a quick glance she determined that he was only shifting his position. His breathing was even and deep. He has moved so his head was closer to her shoulder, but as long as he wasn’t using her for a pillow she would leave him alone.

· Writing this story makes me feel wild and wicked and so fucking horny. I could almost fuck anyone right now. This guy next to me, if he was as good looking as he smelled, it could be him. He moved closer, shifting in his seat. I can see his pants and how tight they are. I could put a blanket over us and touch him and no one would ever know. He’s asleep. He’d think he was dreaming.

They were on the same plane together and Jon knew he would have to find out a way to get to her. He wanted more than a quick fuck in a plane bathroom. He wanted her spread before him, then on her knees, then up against a wall, then…well, then he would start using his imagination.

Samantha sneaked a look at the man next to her, but couldn’t see his face as his head was tilted down. She saw a hairy chest and a bit of brownish blonde hair, but that was it. His breathing remained deep and even.

· When I get to LA and check into the Hilton there I’m going to take a long hot bath and think about the man next to me. I can’t stop looking at his jeans. It’s been too long since I wanted to fuck someone and he smells too damn good. Thank god he’s asleep. I can look all I want.

Jon followed the woman from the airport, taking a cab behind her in the line and using the corny “follow that cab” line to the driver. They pulled up in front of her hotel seconds after she did and as she exited the cab, he saw a flash of long leg and then the tight skirt she wore. Somehow he knew that if she had underwear on it would be skimpy and sheer, something he could easily shred with his teeth if he wanted to.

Her attention was again drawn a bit towards the man next to her as he shifted once more, turning a bit more in her direction, his head still down.

· Holy fuck! He turned and his pants – oh my god – his pants are full and even tighter now. He must be dreaming, but his cock…I can see it straining inside his jeans. I have to stop looking. I’m soaking wet from just thinking about that inside me. I always have to keep control in everything I do. Just once I want somebody else to have control. Someone else to tell me what to do. Jesus! I want this man next to me.

With an effort, Samantha returned to her story, trying furiously to stop thinking about the man next to her, the way he smelled, and what was inside his jeans.

Jon followed her to the registration desk and overheard what room she was in. She asked for a bottle of vodka and ice to be sent up and left a wake up call for eleven the next day. He checked in himself, using a different name, and requested a room on the same floor as the woman before him.

· I can’t concentrate. I keep smelling the man next to me. He’s still hard. Does he know how hot I am? How much I want to fuck and get fucked? I can’t just sit here, I’m going crazy. The bathroom…a few minutes…relief…

She saved her page and partially closed her laptop, getting up from her seat to move to the restroom. The one other passenger in the section was also asleep and she moved quietly into the bathroom. Locking the door, she looked at her flushed face in the mirror. She had to relieve her ache. She had to. Moving her hand to herself, she felt her own wetness. Thinking about the man in the seat next to her, her hand moved slowly and then more rapidly as her breath came in gasp and pants. Her orgasm was quick and explosive and she sat there for a few minutes. It was enough for the moment, but she knew it was not really enough, not what she needed.