0 comments/ 9563 views/ 0 favorites The Flight Ch. 2 By: Maximus~the~great Chapter 2: After We Landed Slowly I stir, pulling myself from the realms of dreams. I lavish in the warmth of the body beside me, one arm and one leg draped over my chest and waist, respectively. The steady beat of her heart. Soft breath felt on my neck. I smile, so at peace, so content, letting loose a sigh. I think back to the events that took place after we landed. The drive from the airport seemed an eternity. In the back seat, I stretch out and pull her to me. Together cheek to cheek, I whisper to her , pointing out the sights as we near the city. The Varazanno Bridge, the Statue of Liberty in the distance. Then we cut across brooklyn , around to the 59th street bridge. More famous buildings (she smiles, seeing I am excited to show her my city).Across the bridge, to fifth ave, down to 59th street, pointing out the Plaza as we skirt the southern tip of the park towrds Columbus Circle. Turning right, cruising along the west side. Even at this early hour, the park is a bevy of activity. Runners, dog walkers, rollerbladers...even A mime. Somewhere between two traverse, the black lincoln makes a u-turn and stops infront of my building. We're home. Rushing to get out of the car, grabbing our bags, smiling and laughing. Cutting through the lobby and hopping into the elevator, with one other person , that makes three. Her eyes and mine locked, losing ourselves. A soft 'Ding' tells me we're at my floor. Trying to hide my anxiousness, but happy to see she shares it. Leading her out to the hall. Getting to my door, fishing out my keys. her bosom pressed to my back, hands slipping around and up my chest. Then her teeth, biting my earlobe tenderly. A shiver runs through me, she whispers, just as I find the key "...Hurry..." Slamming the key in, turning it, twisting the knob, kneeing the door. Quickly we usher each other inside, the door shutting behind us. Facing each other, realizing that finally...we...are...alone! In unison we drop our bags, and a heartbeat later, we are on one another. Trying so very hard to control myself. As we kiss, mouths open, tongues swishing around. Hands roaming over our bodies. Pulling away at our clothes. I can't wait to see her body. Frantically, pulling and tugging, moaning and kissing. getting so turned on by how she is doing the same, unbuttoning, unzipping. hands caressing cloth covered curves, begging for the touch of her skin. Leaving a trail of garments, letting them fall where they may. She cups my face, kissing me passionatly. My hands slide down her back to her skirt, unzipping, letting it land like a halo, around her ankles, with a hush. She steps out of the ring, fingertips glide over the softness of her ass, squeezing. Her hands move down, pulling open my tie, stripping it from me, undoing the buttons. Leading in the direction of the bedroom, bodies moving, bumping against the furniture, against the walls. Reaching up, deft fingers searching for the bra fastener. Turning her head for a moment, breaking from our kiss to purr"...it unhooks in the front..." My belt is then snapped out like a whip, (Crash) a lamp I think , but I don't care. Loving her hands on me. Working our way through the living roo, light from the newly risen sun splashing in, setting her skin a glow. My efforts to reveal more of her increase. How amazingly beautiful she looks. We step out of our shoes, moving past the kitchen into the hallway. Putting her back against the wall, bringing her hands up, pinning them , holding her in place. My lips traveling over her face, her lips,her cheeks, the tip of her chin, the slope of her nose, gently on the eyelids, the forehead, down to the ears, where I nuzzle and nibble, breathing heavily.. She brings a leg up, hooking it, high on the back of my thigh, pulling me to her. Her heel trying to snag my lossened pants, pulling down. I can feel then start to drop. Raking fingertips over the length of her arms, on to her bosom, cupping and squeezing , beneath layers of silk, I can feel her nipples, bulbing for me. Free hands now come tomy chest, lowering her leg, feet firmly on the floor. Unexpectedly she pushes me back against the side of the narrow hallway. Nimble fingers undoing the last of my buttons, then her litle hands take hold of the material, as well as my undershirt, ball into small fists, yanking straight up. instinctively my arms go above my head. Tossing it over her shoulder. Her lips on me, my arms now stretched out against the wall. The tip on her tongue circling and teasing my nipples, my head turning side to side. She pulls back slightly to blow on them, now cool with saliva, so cool, they perk and harden for her. A moan wells uo from deep inside, my loins ache. Seizing this moment, for I can not move, she finishes unzipping my pants, whisping over the smoothness of silk boxers. Her open palm caressing the hardness, feeling the heat through the thin material. Throbbing again for her touch. My hips buck, remembering when she first touched me a few hours ago, high above the earth. Yearning for more, gaining my senses, taking over, taking her. Scooping the delicious form up in my arms. Carrying her like a precious and fragile doll. Through the door way, over to the bed, happy I made it before I left. Standing her up, towering only for a moment. She sinks to her knees upon the soft comforter. Almost eye level, staring , small smiles. In wonderment, small lithe hands undoing herown buttons of her silken white blouse. Patiently waiting, fighting the urge to help. Upon the last, silently it slips down her back. Those same deft fingetips take hold of the clasp in the front of her bountiful breast. Pulling it apart, they spill forth. I gasp at their magnificence, so full, so round....for lack of a better word...perfect. I blush , because I have been staring, she giggles because she likes the way I look at her. Feeling a tug at the elastic at my waist, she frees me from my shorts. Making a 'mmmmmm' sound. Scooting back, sitting up against the head board. watching me.... my body...my excitment. With her legs together, she raises them , almost straight uo, baring her voluptuous ass, with the exception of the damp silk that overs her most intimate of places. With effort of wanton finges, the fabric travels the length of her legs. As the panties are about to pass her ankles, my focus drops. peeering at the swollen lips, that peek between her legs. I charge on to the bed to be with her. Legs still aloft, wrapping my arms around, holding them up. I hear the giddy laughter of someone who appoves of my action and attention. Someone who knows I want her so much. Plucking the delicate and dainty garment from the end of the legs I am now kissing and biting playfully.My knees are parted, resting against her bottom. Lowering my enveloped arms to her upper thigs, tightening up and picking her up and at me. Automatically her legs spread and hang over my shoulders, hands take her by the hips and brings her bare essence up ,so close to me. She can feel the heat from the panting , I am trying to control. So close to her sex, searing is her passion. I gaze upon her sweetness, intoxicated by her scent, my mouth waters, wanteing to taste the soft pink that is glistening with excitment. I want to delve in wildly, to devour every bit of her, knowing she will slake the the thirst that plagues me. I attempt to only let the tip on my tongue to touch the soaked folds, but a touch leads to a lick, to more licks. Broad, long licks, with the flat of the tongue, to light and fast flicking and fluttering over the now exposed clit. My mouth covers her mound, sucking every drop from her, gorging myself of her soft tenderness. moaning my hunger deeply in her, looking over her outstretched form, writhing , fingertips clawing at the sheets, hair whips with every turn of her head. The moans and cries urging me on, plunging again and again. Her hips grinding up towards my mouth, legs tightening, my palms cupping her bosom. She clenches her walls against my tongue, as it makes love to her. breathing her in...delving in her taste...dancing in her fire. I shake and quiver as my body aches for her. Just her, enflamed...aroused ... overwhelmed, like never before. Carefully lifting her legs up and out, gently easing back, leeting them lower, flanking me right and left. Hands gliding over thighs, past the waist, caressing the breast, pads of the fingertip cirlce the perky nipples. Then , placed on each side of her on the bed, supporting my body, just over hers. Nearly touching, so close. My look of pleading, her nod of approval. And contact, the very head of my hardness, pressed in between the amazingly tight folds of her essence. Her heat washing over me, I gasp as a shutter takes me. breathlessly looking into her eyes, so clear and spectacular. A storm pises in my loins, going further, her grip on me is astounding, even as wet as she is the friction is incredible. Easing back, just to return over and over and over. With legs around me, I feel her ankles lock, resing on the small of my back, occasionally she digs her heels in, urging me to quicken my pace. Unable to tale my eyes from her, hips pumping, hers arcing to meet mine. Crashing together, hearing the sound of our bodies, slick from our heat and excitment. My body shuttering every time I thrust in, my bootom tenses, the tip of my mnahoo swells, heart pounding. Her eyes roll back, bosom heaving , bouncing as I drive in. The fire, searing, feeling it will soon consume me. Holding myself up with one hand , so that I might caress the cheek of the goddess who lies beneath me. Gentle strokes of smooth skin. The quaking in me starts. Whispering her name with every thrust, again and again. Growing louder,harder into her, every inch, every vein, gliding against her. She returns my cries with my name. The look in her eyes tells me she is as close as I am. The storm rising, our voices on the verge of screams, calling to each other, like rolling thunder our bodies crashing, fixated on making us into one. Until....until...until, finally a deep, hard thrust to her core, carrying us both over the very edge. Uncontrolable our bodies tense and tighten, fingers, where ever they may be, curl in to fists, nails raking skin, toes clenched, her heels dig in, driving down, our faces contort into expressions of unbridled passion. My hip, arched at an impossible angle, threaten never to return. I explode deep inside , still thrusting and throbbing, feeling the incredible contractions of her own release. My fire filling her, her heating washing over me. hearing only her voice calling my name, peering into only her eyes, all the sensations, rippling through our now merged being. Drained of energy, tapped, my hovering body, trmbling, my strength, for the moment has left. Looking at her, her beautiful face. seeing the pleasure I have brought, elating me tenfold. Beckoned by soft hands, i lower myself on and over her frame. As if enspelled, gently I find that I am rolled over on my back. She covers me like a blanket, resting her head on my chest, hitching a knee as high as my hip. I place a hand on the curve of her bottom, fingertips draped over and passing over the soft warm folds. My other hand, slowly strokes her hair. Our breathing slows, in the same rythem. The long trip, the frustration of waiting so long and our love making has taken it's toll, as we fall into a blissful slumber. I am pulled from my thoughts of these recent evens, by the soft moans of the goddess I am beside. My fingers are covered in a silky sweet wetness, as I have been stroking her hot pink folds, thinking of last night. Also finding myself aroused. Thinking of how much I want her, picturing making love to her in the shower, wet and soapy, putting her up on the counter in the kitchen and eating her for breakfast, taking her selfishly from behind on my terrace, soley for my pleasure, as she looks ove my city. So many erotic ideas and desires flood me. Amazed by this woman , I have just met, who brings this out in me. Kissing her softly on the lips, bidding her welcome to a new day. She purrs back her pleasure at my morning attention. I whisper my desires of where and how I wanted her. Rewarded with a wicked grin and sexy moan. Nodding her approval. We make love again and again Part of me wonders , what would have happened if I had given her one of the more racier stories to read on the plane. The Flight Ch. 2 The clink of the catering trolley awoke her from her slumber. She glanced briefly at the Cartier watch strapped to her slender wrist. "3 hours?" she muttered to herself. "I'm famished." The stewardess placed the meal on the tray before her, Salmon steaks and a ceaser salad. She nodded politely and whisked away to the next passenger. Selena tucked in with gusto, almost as if she hadn't eaten all day. Jenson, in the seat beside her, was making himself known to a large rare T-bone steak and steamed vegetables. The wine steward arrived and noisily opened the chilled Dom Perignon. The clink of fine crystal and the fizz of fine champagne intermingled with the sounds of the other passengers receiving their meals. Jenson rose his glass in a silent toast to her and drank. "Is everything to your liking, Miss?" he asked in his hushed, fatherly tone. "Thank you Jenson, it is most delectable." came her reply. She continued to dine on the fine food while all around her, stewards delivered meals and poured champagne with quiet efficiency. After she and Jenson had finished their meal and the plates had been cleared away, Selena decided on another bottle of Dom Perignon. "Why not" she thought, " Hong Kong is hours away and it will help relieve the boredom of travel." "Have another drink, Jenson" she giggled, "I'll not tell father", she quipped jokingly while nudging him in the ribs. "Well, just one, mind you. Your father would kill me if he knew I was under the influence on duty." Jenson replied, sternly, but Selena could see the smile in his eyes. The chilled champagne began to make its presence felt on Selena, she could feel the mild buzz taking hold, the delightful, almost sensual tickle of the alcohol as it coursed through her. She shook out her long, dark red hair with gay abandon, running her hands through the long tresses. Stretching in her seat she wiggled her shapely ass and made herself comfortable. She was glowing from the drink, and her mind was beginning to play mischievous tricks with her. "Entertain Me Jenson," she commanded, "Or I'm going for a walk." "I'm bored with flying and I want to have some fun." Jenson stretched his muscular frame up and opened the overhead locker and brought down a leather carry-all. "Would you like my laptop to play on, Miss?" he asked. "The jet is equipped with an internet server, so maybe you could email your father?" "Laptop?" she replied scornfully. "I don't want to surf, I want some fun, to meet people, to drink some more. I don't want sit here typing like an old maid. Put your toys away." Jenson returned the computer to its bag, he'd seen her in these moods before, fuelled by fine champagne she could be a handful. He recalled the time in Monte Carlo, dragging her drunken, dripping wet, naked body from the fountain in the Hotel Monte Cristo main garden. She could have been in serious trouble for that indiscretion, if it weren't for the $100 US dollar bill slipped quietly into the matre'd's outstretched hand. A slight smile flickered across his lips at the memory of her naked body. Selena rose from her seat and smoothed out her red leather skirt, flicked her hair once more and squeezed past Jenson. "Back soon" she quipped, "but don't wait up!" With a cunning grin she was off down the aisle, heading towards the flight deck. The smiling stewardess approached her on her way forward. "Would Madam care to view the flight deck and meet the pilots?" she asked in her clipped british accent. "I'd love too." came Selena's reply. "Lead the way." The stewardess led her through the first class cabin and up the short flight of steps to the door of the flight deck. She knocked briefly and opened the door wide. Selena squeezed through and into the cockpit, the dim lights surprising her. "My word" she said, "its so dark in here. How do you see what you are all doing in all this darkness?" "We get accustomed to it Miss" replied the first officer, "We need it to be dark so that we can view all the instruments." He glanced towards her for the first time and his speech faltered. He glimpsed the fire in her keen eyes as they darted across the panels of lights and dials. "I'm Selena Rotheram" she giggled as she extended her slender hand towards the first officer, "and you are?" "Allow me to introduce ourselves" he replied, rising slightly and flashing a charming smile toward their guest. "This is Captain Bryan Humphries, your pilot, I am Pilot Officer David Simpson', he extended his hand firstly to the pilot and then toward his masculine chest. "Behind you is the Navigation Officer Michael Strong, and over in the far corner is our Communications Officer Charles Kepple" he shook her hand gently, feeling the slight tingle of electricity that passed between them. Her smile lit up the cockpit and all the men gave a little nervous laugh. She was enjoying this, having four powerful men under her spell. Her mind raced ahead of her. She was entranced, bathed in the glow of orange lights, her hair looked a dark crimson, her skin glowed, hiding the slight flush of sexual excitement she was feeling. "Well," she stammered "I better not hold you gentlemen up anymore. It's been a pleasure to meet you all, especially you David." With that she turned and left in swirl of vanilla scented perfume. David returned to his seat, a flush of embarrassment glowing on his cheeks as Bryan turned and smiled a knowing grin. "Who's gonna get lucky in Hong Kong then?" He joking prodded David on the shoulder. "I certainly wouldn't turn her away" came David's reply in a far off voice. "Not in a million years" Selena strode back out into the first class cabin and made her way toward the spiral staircase leading up towards the lounge. She felt naughty, teasing those guys on the flight deck, but David's face flashed across her vision again, and a broad smile broke across her sensual lips. "Nice Guy," she muttered to herself. Her mind wandered slightly off track and as she mounted the stairs, she never noticed the man descending. She walked straight into him, almost knocking her off her high heels. He quickly snaked an arm around her waist as she began to tumble backwards. He spoke in a rough workman voice. "Whoa, Missy, I've got you. Are you okay?" "Ouch" she stuttered. "I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't watching where I was going, I was a million miles from here." "That's okay luv," he replied in a roughish voice, "You can bump into me anytime." He gave her a little squeeze for good measure before releasing her. As she looked into his face, a brief flash of recognition crossed his eyes. "The fox from the airport lounge, Miss Snooty Pants." he thought. "I'm apologize again," she replied, "Can I buy you a drink in the bar as repayment?" His eyes widened in surprise at her offer. His mind swung into over-drive. Just four hours ago she had dismissed him so completely, and here she was offering to buy him a drink. "A fine idea" he replied a little too readily. "My names Andrew, Andrew Braithwaite, but my friends call me Andy." He extended a rough hand towards her. His large hand dwarfed hers as he shook it. "Selena Rotheram" she gasped in mild shock at the strength of his hand shake. "My friends call me……" her voiced trailed off. Andy stepped aside and allowed her to mount the stairs, his eyes scanning her fine slender body as she climbed ahead of him. "Thank you God." he thought, looking towards the ceiling of the jet. "Thank you." They seated themselves in a booth along the wall of the jet, away from the bar. Selena signalled the steward with a small wave and a raised eyebrow. "Name your poison," she quipped at Andy. She smiled a glowing smile which took him quite by surprise. "God, she's flirting with me!" he thought, "and doing a mighty fine job too." "Double vodka tall" came his reply. "Oooh vodka," she giggled, "I shouldn't drink that stuff after Monte Carlo, but I will." The steward came over and she placed the order with him. "Monte Carlo?" Andy asked, puzzled by the comment. "What happened in Monte Carlo?" "Umm," she giggled "I got drunk on vodka and went swimming in the fountain at the Monte Cristo. Naked!" She looked straight into Andy's eyes, trying to gauge the reaction. He raised his eyebrows and smiled broadly. "Oh yes, Jenson was disgusted. He had to pay off the matre d' so that Daddy didn't find out. Here I was, naked, soaking wet and drunker than Sunday, and poor Jenson didn't know where to look." Her laughter echoed through the quiet bar. As she spoke she reached across the table and rested her manicured hand on Andy's forearm. The steward returned with the tray and two glasses of vodka, capped with a lemon slice. He placed the drinks on the table and looked at the pair. Selena dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Selena raised her glass toward Andy. "To Monte Carlo." "Indeed, Monte Carlo and the fountain" replied Andy. He sipped the cool clear vodka, the sharp taste crisp and clean on his tongue "So," Selena questioned, "What do you do? For a job?" "I'm a builder." came Andy's answer "I'm travelling back to New Zealand to work on the new university being built there." They engaged in more small talk about their travels, Selena had travelled the world in luxury, Andy had job-hopped from country to country, finding work were he could. He proceeded to tell her his life story, how he had left New Zealand at 18, travelling across America to England. She listened intently, questioning here and there, fascinated by the accent and strange sayings he came out with. She was beginning to get more than slightly turned on by this rough and ready kiwi. She lifted her glass to drink, only to find it was empty. She'd drained it without realising she had done so, so caught up was she in this mans tale. "My shout," Andy said, noticing her empty glass, "Same again?" He winked at her. She nodded her acceptance. He motioned to the steward then called across the bar. "Same again Mate!" The steward frowned as Selena giggled. "You can't do that in a first class bar, it's not the done thing." She scolded him mockingly. "Luv, I'm a kiwi, we're pretty forthright about stuff like that. We don't stand on ceremony." he laughingly replied. The frowning steward approached the table and placed the glasses again, picking the empties up and placing them on his tray. "And who's paying for this round?" he pointedly asked Andy. Andy fished in his pocket, then threw a $100 US bill on the tray, much to the astonishment of the steward. "Does that cover it?" he asked just as pointedly as the steward had done. Selena burst into laughter as the steward slunk away. "You showed him up!" she stammered between giggles. "Damn uppity fool. They treat us with such distain at times. Anyone would think they own the airline." "Damn right' replied Andy with a knowing smile. He'd met that prejudice before, many times, and knew how to handle types like that. Again they raised their glasses to each other. "To friends in high places." Andy said. "Cheers!" Selena replied and took another healthy swig of vodka. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks glowed from the buzz she was getting. Two vodkas plus three quarters of a bottle of champagne were giving her a mellow feeling and she was getting higher by the minute. Andy's kiwi accent sure didn't help her. Selena placed the half full glass on the table and leaned on her hands. She looked into Andy's smiling blue eyes and asked pointedly. "Are you single, married or otherwise attached?" Andy's eyes lit up. Now he knew she was flirting for sure. "I'm single," he replied, "have been for a while. How about you, are you attached?" She shook her head and laughed lightly. "I have yet to find the right man" she whispered, her voice husky. She pushed the glass across the table towards him. "I think I've had enough to drink for now. I'm feeling slightly tipsy and your accent is not helping my state of mind any. Lets go for a walk somewhere." They rose and headed across the room, Andy stopped briefly at the bar and paid for her round of drinks. The steward smiled distastefully as he rung up the sale and handed Andy his change. "Enjoy the rest of flight, Sir" he quipped in his sulky voice. "Whatever." came Andy's curt reply. He crossed the bar to where Selena waited at the head of the stairs. She pressed against him and leaned close, whispering in his ear. "I have a sleeper berth, lets go there, I want to make love to you." She grinned a devilish grin and headed down the stairs. Andy whistled quietly and raised his eyes heavenward again. He took off after her, watching her fine ass dancing as she descended the stairs. They walked thru the first class cabin, taking the opposite aisle from where Jenson was seated, not wanting to arouse suspicion or invite trouble. Andy walked a few steps behind her, all the while admiring her fine long body and legs. "She's so damn sexy." he thought to himself. They made the sleeper cabins in record time and she searched the doors, looking for the correct number. She found the correct one and scanned her boarding pass through the swipe card reader. The electronic lock beeped twice and disengaged with a metallic click. She pressed the door and it swung open. "Welcome to my parlour." she giggled in the dim light of the small room. The room had a small bed along one wall and a shower tucked into a corner. For its size it was quite luxurious. She allowed Andy to step through the door and then she swung it closed. The door lock engaged with the same metallic click and double beep as before. She turned and stepped into his arms, her hungry mouth seeking his in a first fiery kiss. Andy snaked his muscular arms around her slim, firm body as she pressed against him. The kiss was hot and left her breathless, all her senses were on fire, her mind spinning rapidly as this sexy man pressed against her. She could feel her pussy getting swollen and moist. Her nipples were hard, and showed through the white silk blouse. "Oh god, I want you so much." she cooed in his ear, while slipping her hands around his neck and pulling him in for another searing kiss. Andy pressed against her body, he felt his manhood start to respond to the fine body, her perfume, and the kick of vodka coursing through him. He pushed slowly her toward the bed, guiding her firmly. She stepped back against the bed and smiled. Reaching down she slipped off her red leather high heels and dropped them to the floor. She looked hungrily at Andy's shirt and then reached forward and unbuttoned it, slipping it from his arms and chest. She stepped forward and kissed his chest, trailing her kisses down to the dragon tattoo on his left pectoral. "Mmmmm," she moaned, " I like that." Andy pushed her back to arms length away from him, and proceeded to unbutton her fine silk blouse, slowly, almost torturing her. He slipped it off her arms and it joined his shirt lying discarded on the floor. She looked a picture of sex, standing there in a red leather skirt and black wonder bra. Andy stepped against her and planted small kisses on the dimple of her neck, she hissed her approval. He reached up and cupped her firm breast, squeezing gently. She twined her fingers through his hair at the back of his neck and pressed his head against her, he snaked his hands up and found the clasp of her bra, and opened it. Her bra dropped away to reveal her fine firm breasts capped with dark brown hardened nipples. He moaned his approval. He trailed his lips down and took her left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the tip. A lightning bolt of shock shot through her and she pulled him harder against her, she felt the hardness of him press against her stomach. She gasped. He trailed his hands down her back, swirling his fingers around her taut skin in little circles, down over her kidneys and found the object of his search. Her zipper. He undid the button and slowly released the zipper, sliding it down. Her leather dress fell to the floor and she stepped away and out of it. It joined the growing pile of discarded clothing mounting on the floor beside the bed. He stepped back and took in her body, lean, tall and firm, clad only on black silk stockings, matching panties and suspender belt. "Very sexy." he purred and she smiled a bright smile. "You approve then?" her voice a husky whisper in the dim cabin. The question went unanswered as Andy stepped forward and effortlessly lifted her onto the bed, he laid her gently down and kissed her lips, trailing butterfly kisses down her face toward her neck. He licked gently at her skin, nipping and biting as she moaned with pleasure. He moved over her and continued his onslaught, small nips and kisses over her shoulders and down toward her breasts. His hand rose up and he cupped her breast again, just before rolling his tongue around her erect nipple. The shock tore through her again, catching her out and leaving her breathless beneath him. She lay quivering on the bed, Andy's talented tongue running around her nipples, darting from one to the other, her mind spinning with lust. She reached her hand down between their sandwiched bodies and undone his trouser button, slipping down the zipper and reached into his pants. The feel of satin boxers greeted her and she smiled, she was right. He was a boxer man. She slipped her hand under the waistband and cupped his hard flesh, he moaned and paused for a brief second, then he returned to his licking and sucking of her nipples. She began to slowly stroke the foreskin back and forward, slowly teasing the smooth skin of his glans. He let out a sigh, and pressed against her, she felt him swell in her hand. "Oh my" she gasped. He moved lower down her body, trailing kisses over her flat stomach and waist. He headed lower still, all the time kissing, flicking and nipping her flesh, his touch bringing a fine trail of goose-bumps to her skin. He then lifted his body away from her and gently hooked his fingers into the waistband of her black silk panties. He pulled them slowly down and placed kisses on the new revealed flesh, making her squirm and sigh with delight. The panties continue their journey down her shapely legs and then over her feet, making their way to the floor. He lifted her calf and kissed the smooth skin around her knee. A tremor shook her, no one had kissed her there before and the feeling was incredible. Her legs parted slightly as Andy began making his way back up her leg, darting little kisses and bites from one leg to the other. She ground her ass into the mattress as his tongue danced across her flesh, driving her higher and higher, she was now soaked, she could feel the sticky moisture on her lips and a fine veil of sweat broke out on her forehead. He moved higher still, licking and biting her mid thigh, teasing her, exciting her like never before. She'd had guys lick her before, but never like this. Andy moved against her, his firm hands reaching upward, touching and teasing, pinching and swirling, feeling his way. He then gently stroked his hand across her mound, she almost leapt off the bed, The feeling was so incredible. She gasped and bit down on her bottom lip, out of passion and an effort to keep from squealing. She felt his fingers part her outer lips and he heard him whisper "Very nice luv, " in a hoarse voice. Then his tongue struck her clit like a lightning bolt from a blue sky. "Oooooh god," she moaned, hardly recognising her own voice, her passion had made it so much deeper, huskier than ever before. "Don't stop." Andy trailed his tongue lengthwise through her wet pussy, licking upwards and downwards, tasting the bitter sweet nectar of her on his tongue, sharp and clean like fine wine. He rolled the tip around her erect clitoris and down her little furrow to her opening. He darted his tongue into her like a little rapid penis, feeling her squirm her firm ass against the bed, her hips rocking to his rhythm. The Flight Ch. 3 The jet touched the runway with a lurch and a cloud of smoke. The huge jet engines reversed their thrust in a whining symphony of noise and dust. The brakes slowed the jet and it proceeded to make its way down the taxiway toward the British Airways terminal. Selena was restless, she was patiently waiting to see her father. "Oh Jenson, at last, we're here." she bubbled excitedly. "Yes Miss" came Jensons curt reply. He had woken about 15 minutes ago and wasn't in the best of moods. He hated flying long distance. Jet lag always made him grumpy and changing time zones put him off stride. The jet came to rest outside the terminal and the air-bridges extended like octopus tentacles. First class passengers were disembarking and moving through the plane slowly towards the exits. Selena joined the queue and made her way forward. The smiling stewardess was busy seeing passengers off the plane and grinned as Selena got closer to the exit doors. As she drew even with her, she spoke. "A note from the co-pilot for you," she grinned and handed Selena a folded piece of yellow paper. Selena tucked it into her pocket and made her way out the doors and onto the air bridge. Jenson followed her out of the aircraft and onto the air bridge. He had all the responsibility of seeing them through the customs checks with a minimum of fuss. He didn't relish this part of the flight at all. Selena had enjoyed the flight, but to Jenson it was all work and no play. They entered the terminal building and made their way towards the First class customs checkpoint. Jenson handed Selena her passport and declaration. She fidgeted nervously, excitement building inside her. She looked around and saw Andy, over in a far queue. He was arguing with a customs officer and appeared to be winning the battle of wits. She grinned secretively. She moved slowly forward and then presented her papers to the unsmiling customs officer. "Any thing to declare?" came the officers gruff reply. "No." came her terse reply. "What is your reason for visiting Hong Kong, business or pleasure?" The officer questioned her. "Both," she snappily replied. She was getting tired of this. She just wanted to be processed with a minimum of fuss and escape to the awaiting limo. "Rotheram? As in Sir Colin Rotheram, the financier?" the officer asked. "Yes," she snapped. "My father." The customs office stamped her passport and handed it back. "Enjoy you're time in Hong Kong Miss." he replied. She stepped away from the desk and made her way to the plush seating to wait for Jenson to be processed. He was back in the queue and would have a short delay till his turn came. The flight crew walked through the far doors and Selena's heart skipped a beat. David’s purposeful stride carried him of the others and as he passed her he beamed a broad smile. "You got my note, I take it?" he asked her. "The note!" he thought. It had temporarily slipped her mind in the bustle of disembarking. She reached into the pocket and withdrew the folded yellow paper. Written on it in an elegant script was "Copthorne Plaza, Hong Kong. Suite 492. Will be here for 3 days, departing 27th at 5pm. Please call? Dave Simpson." She smiled and nodded. "If I get time." she replied. Little did he know, she'd make the time even if hell froze over. He marched away as Jenson strolled up. "We have a ten minute wait, Miss. They have to process my briefcase and weapons permits. I apologise for the delay." "That’s all right, Jenson. I'm used to that by now." came Selena's reply as she watched the broad back of the co-pilot disappear down the stairway. Jenson reached into his suit jacket and produced a cellular phone. He rapidly dialled a number and spoke into the phone. He nodded a few times and disconnected the call, returning the phone to his pocket. "The limo is waiting at door 7, Miss. If you would like to go there and I'll wait for my cases to be processed." This came across as an order rather than a suggestion. Selena nodded her acceptance and strode off toward the stairs. She approached the gleaming black limousine, with its impeccably tailored Asian driver. "Welcome to Hong Kong, Miss Selena. Did you enjoy the flight?" the chauffer asked in heavily accented english. "Yes thank you." Selena replied, noting the difference in height between them. The little asian driver was barely 5ft, and Selena towered above her. The driver leaned forward and opened the back door and Selena slid into the luxurious cabin. The door shut behind her with a reassuring clunk and she leaned back against the fine leather seat. The driver resumed her post at the door and waited for Jensons arrival. Sitting on the seat was a large bunch of flowers and an envelope with her name on it in her fathers rough scrawl. She briefly sniffed the flowers and then tore open the envelope. "Dearest Selena, I'm in a business meeting and am unable to meet you in person. I will call you at the hotel tonight at 6pm. Da Mai has all the arrangements taken care off. Anything you need, ask her. Love Daddy" A smile broke across her face and she looked out of the tinted window wistfully. She knew this would happen. It was always business with her Father. Granted he was CEO of a large banking corporation, but he could have met her at the airport. She smelt the flowers again and the thought faded. She watched the comings and goings outside the terminal with disinterest. Jenson soon appeared pushing a luggage trolley and directing a luggage porter with another trolley. He pointed to the limo as the chauffer stepped to the trunk and opened it. Jenson and the porter deposited the luggage into the trunk and Jenson paid the porter his tip. He climbed into the limo and the chauffer took her seat behind the wheel. "Sir Rotheram has organised our stay at the Hong Kong Marriott, Miss Selena. We have the presidential suite." Jenson told her. "He'll meet us for dinner there this evening." "Yes Jenson, I know. Da Mai told me when I got to the car" she replied. The limo pulled out and into the traffic, Selena relaxed and her mind drifted off. She thought of Dave, the co-pilot. She was working on a plan of slipping away from Jenson for a few hours to rendezvous with him. She needed a 'time-out' away from his constant company. He was a good man, but after all, he was just another of her fathers lackeys. "I need to do some shopping this afternoon Jenson. I'd like to go alone this time. I want some time to buy a gift for Daddy. Also I have some catching up to do with some old school friends here in Hong Kong." She pointedly told him. "Miss Selena," he shot back, "You know that’s not allowed. Your father would kill me if I let you out of my sight here." "I'm going Jenson. Don’t try to stop me!" she retorted. "At least take Da Mai, she can take you around the markets and department stores and at least I'll know you're safe. And I wont tell your father. I have to report in as soon as we get to the Marriott. I'll tell him you're down in the lobby or the gift shop or something." Jenson told her. "All right, I'll take Da Mai, it may be fun. And Jenson, thank you for your discretion." she fondly patted his arm. The limo cut through the traffic and under the skilful driving of the petite Da Mai, they made the Marriott. Jenson checked them in while Selena took the room keys and headed for the lifts. She stepped into the carriage and told the doorman. "Presidential suite please." "Yes Miss. Welcome to the Hong Kong Marriott. Please enjoy your stay." came the door-mans reply. The lift rose rapidly to the top floor. The door man held open the door and then followed Selena to the main door of the suite. "Allow me," he said, opening the door for her, and ushered her inside. "Thank you" Selena told him and looked around the main living room at the luxurious furniture and classic elegance of the room. It was furnished in an old world opulence and style. Oil paintings hung on the walls and deep pile carpeting spread out before her feet. The doorman stood in the doorway and gave a slight cough, he stood there awaiting his tip. "Jenson will be here in a minute," she replied, "He'll give you your payment." Selena continued her tour, skipping from room to room. Hers was the main room and Jenson would have the butlers quarters off the living room. She stepped into the bathroom and giggled as she took in the sunken king-size bath. She closed her eyes and imagined the room bathed in candlelight and scented with sweet incense, the tub full of bubbles and a certain airline pilot immersed in the steaming hot water. A pleasant shiver coursed through her. "Later, girl." she whispered to herself. She stepped from the bathroom out onto the patio. The city spread out before her, at her feet. The sounds of humanity sounded far off, she longed to be amongst the throngs, snooping through the bargain hunters in the markets far below. Jenson pushed the trolley through the door and saw her on the balcony, leaning on the rail. He winced slightly, then shrugged off the thought. "Lovely view Miss?" he questioned. "Yes Jenson, it is. I love this city, its always so vibrant." Da Mai walked though the doors and turned and closed them. "Do you require my services, Miss Selena?" "Yes Da Mai. Give me half an hour to get ready, and we'll do some shopping. Where do you suggest?" She asked. "I suggest the Downtown market for a start point." Da Mai smiled at her. Jenson raised his eyebrows. These two could be trouble together. Two attractive young ladies in their twenties, let loose in a city like Hong Kong. "Oh lord!" he thought. He knew Da Mai was one of Sir Colin’s trusted employees, he'd just have to take on trust in her. Selena emerged from her room, dressed in blue jeans, a cashmere sweater and a silk headscarf. She looked casual but elegant. "Da Mai, can you get another car? The limo is a bit big and stuffy for a shopping trip. I want to have some fun, to feel the wind in my hair. I wish I had my Boxster convertible here." Da Mai smiled and reached into her pocket, extracting a cellphone. She dialled a number and spoke rapidly in chinese into it. She looked up at Selena and smiled. Selena didn't understand the conversation, but she clearly caught the word 'Porsche' in there. "Your fathers Porsche convertible will be here in ten minutes, Miss." "Great," replied Selena. "Now, come with me, I'm not taking you shopping in your uniform." Selena grabbed her hand and led her away from the room and toward the gift shop. "We'll get you some street clothes." Fifteen minutes they returned to the suite. Da Mai was dressed in jeans and a sweater and headscarf as well. They both sported Bolle sunglass and were laughing like schoolgirls. Jenson rolled his eyes. He laughed along with them, telling them they could pass as sisters. Selena knew he was worried. He didn't approve of their impromptu shopping trip or the immediate friendship that had occurred. He would have to talk to Sir Colin about this sometime. The telephone interrupted their laughter and Jenson picked up the receiver. The conversation was short. He covered the mouthpiece and told the girls their car was downstairs. "Right, gushed Selena "we're out of here. Don’t wait up Jenson!" she quipped. "Dinner will be at 7," Jenson replied. "Don’t keep your father waiting. Have fun." The two girls left the room and headed for the lifts. They chatted easily between them while waiting for the carriage to arrive. They stepped from the lobby and were greeted by the concierge. He snapped his fingers and a bright yellow Porsche drove up into the parking lobby. "Enjoy your day, ladies." he said while tipping his hat. The girls climbed into the low slung sports car and giggling again, they drove out of the parking lobby and into the traffic. Selena relaxed against the leather seat as Da Mai skilfully handled the Porsche, weaving her way through the heavy downtown traffic. She thought about the flight and the days to come in Hong Kong. She recalled the lovemaking with Andy and a grin escaped her lips. She wished that could be something more than a wild fling on a plane. But she knew her father would never approve. Da Mai parked the car in a parking building and set the alarm. "Lets hit the shops!" Selena grinned devilishly, and headed for the elevators. Moments later they were at street level. She headed into the crowds with Da Mai trailing in her wake. Selena cruised from shop to shop, buying clothes and shoes. She brought a beautiful chinese silk dress, covered in screen printed oriental dragons. It was beautiful, and she had plans to wear it for David, at their first meeting. She strode into an outdoor cafe and orders two coffees. She needed to convince Da Mai to disappear for a while so she could meet up with David. This would take some arranging. "Da Mai, I need a cellphone and the car. I have someone to meet and I need you total discretion. Father and Jenson must not know of this. Can I rely on you?" "Of course Miss. I can call up for another car and I will follow you at a safe distance. May I enquire as to what you have in mind?" "Sure," replied Selena, "I met a man on the flight in, he's the co-pilot and I want him. I want to go meet him at the Copthorne Plaza." "Very well," Da Mai replied. "I shall follow you and wait in the coffee bar across the street. You have my full discretion. My lips are sealed." She flashed her a bright smile and made a phone call. "A car from the motor pool is being delivered to the Copthorne now. It will be there in 20 minutes. We have time to finish our coffees and make our way there. Are you comfortable with driving in the Hong Kong traffic?" "Yes," quipped Selena. " I drive in London all the time and I've driven in LA. If I can handle that, Hong Kong will be easy." she joked. "Good." Da Mai replied. "Finish your coffee while I get changed." Selena slipped away and disappeared into the ladies room. Moments later she re-emerged, clad in the silk dress. She looked stunning and Da Mai whistled her appreciation. "You look beautiful, Miss Selena." Da Mai smiled at her. She was right. The orange silk dress complimented Selena's pale skin and flaming red hair. Da Mai produced a cellphone and scribbled down the number, she then handed Selena a card. On it was Da Mai's cellphone number. "If you need me, just call that number. I'll be right there." They left the coffee shop and returned to the yellow Porsche. Selena unlocked the car and slid behind the wheel. Gunning the engine they raced off into the traffic. Selena grinned as she fed the sports car through the traffic, she was enjoying this. She drove the car into the parking lobby and handed the concierge the keys. Da Mai steeped out and touched Selena's hand. "Keep your phone close at hand, and call me if you need too. I'll be across the street in that coffee shop. Let me know when you plan to leave and I'll follow you in the other car. I've arranged with the motor pool for you to keep the Porsche until you leave for LA." "You're a gem." came Selena's reply. The two girls parted company, Selena striding into the air-conditioned hotel lobby and Da Mai crossed the street to the coffee shop. She crossed the lobby and fronted the reception desk. The attendant glanced up from the computer screen and smiled a greeting. "Can I help you Miss?" she asked. "Yes, would you be so kind as to ring Suite 492 and tell David Simpson that Miss Selena Rotheram is in the lobby and requests his company?" "Certainly Ma'am." came the receptionists reply, "One moment please." She lifted the telephone and punched in the room number. After a brief delay the telephone was answered and she passed the message on. She glanced up at Selena and smiled. "He's on his way down now, you may wait in the lobby." She wandered over to a comfortable leather couch and sat down. Her eyes roamed the lobby, taking in the tourists coming and going and the general hustle and bustle. The lift doors bell rang and slid apart. There he stood, casually dressed in fine linen slacks and a polo shirt of navy blue. He looked even more handsome than in his airline uniform. Selena felt her heart rate increase dramatically and a flush came over her. He walked confidently across the lobby and looked around. Selena slid out of her seat and crossed the floor towards him, her legs were slightly unsteady and her nipples were hardening at the sight of him. He noticed her and smiled a broad smile. His eyes drank her in, scanning her fine figure from head to toe, noticing the small points of her erect nipples through the thin silk. He whistled slightly between pursed lips and spoke. "You look amazing. Join me for a drink?" "Love too." Selena gasped. She felt light headed and dizzy and it wasn't from the Hong Kong heat. The lobby was air-conditioned but to her it felt like it was 100 degrees. They crossed into the darkened bar, finding a booth in the corner. Dave motioned to the bartender and he came over to take the order. "What will you have?" he asked her. "Vodka tall." she replied quickly. "And a scotch rocks as well." Dave spoke to the bartender. "How was the flight in?" He asked her. "I hope we didn't jar you too much on landing, it was a tricky cross wind this morning." "The flight was perfect." she replied to him. The bartender returned with the tray and drinks, placing the glasses before them. They lifted their glasses in a silent toast and drank. The cool vodka was crisp on her tongue and soothing on her. She was glad she had taken the risk of meeting him here. "So," he asked her "What brings you to Hong Kong? Business or Pleasure?" he accented the word 'pleasure' and smiled. "I've come here to see my father, he's a banker here." She looked into his deep blue eyes as she spoke. They mesmerised her with their colour and sparkle. "I'm spending a week here then flying to LA for a week to see my brother. We haven't been together for almost 2 years and I miss him. He's a designer in Hollywood, works for a movie studio." "Wow, that’s a cool job." Dave replied. "Where are you off too next?" Selena asked him. "We fly from here to Ontario in three days, then through to New York and back to London. I then get two weeks off." he told her while sipping the pale scotch, the ice clinking against the glass as he swirled it around. She smiled at him and sipped her drink. "I have to have dinner with my father tonight, and I think he's taking me to a show, but I'm free tomorrow. Care to take me sight-seeing?" she asked pointedly. "I'd love too, Selena." He replied, a smile crossing his face. "I'll show you the sights the tourists don’t go, its a lot less crowded." She motioned to the bartender for a pen and paper. "I'm at the Marriott, Presidential Suite. Heres my cellphone number. Call me in the morning and I'll meet you somewhere. I have a car so transport isn't a problem. You select the wine and I'll bring the picnic basket. I have to go now, get ready for dinner and all that. I'll see you in the morning." She reached across the table and kissed his cheek. "See you tomorrow." She called over her shoulder as she left the bar. Dave watched her as she walked away, a broad grin across his face. He crossed the bar and mounted a stool. "Same again thanks." he ordered. The bartender grinned and followed his glance. "Very nice" he quipped. "You're a lucky man." "Yes indeed." came Dave's reply. The ringing cellphone woke her, she rolled over between the luxurious satin sheets and found the phone on the bedside table. She answered it in a sleepy voice while checking her watch. "Hello?" "Hello Selena." came the cheerful voice through the phone, "Dave Simpson here. Did I wake you?"