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.

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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.

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· 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.

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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.

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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.