Mature audiences only - a little one shot for beachgrl76 …Ginger-bearded Tom… ;)
Sasha shifted in her seat, turning just slightly to her left, glancing in what she hoped was a nonchalant way around First Class. What she was really trying to do was get a better look at the ginger-bearded gentleman a row back and to her left.
He had caught her eye when they were first boarding. She had noticed him waiting in line ahead of her, and was struck by how commanding his presence was. Even with his head down, immersed in whatever he was reading on his phone, a hand in one pocket of the exceptionally well-tailored pants, feet shoulder-width apart, he was stunning. Her eyes had traveled from his hair, slightly tousled, just the way she liked it, to his ginger beard. She took in his beautiful cheekbones and sexy jawline, feeling her heart stuttering in her chest just from the sheer beauty of his profile. His tall, slender frame, not to mention those long elegant fingers, were so very enticing. She wasn’t sure she had ever been so aroused just from looking at a man.
When they had boarded the plane, she had felt a thrill at having him seated so close to her. It had been even more of a thrill to “accidentally” brush up against his crotch as she sidled past other passengers in the aisle. The soft intake of breath that she heard behind her was almost enough to make her whirl around and push him to the floor right then and there.
She had controlled herself, though, and had even managed to avoid staring at him for the first ten minutes after they took off. Her curiosity got the better of her, though, and she had to chance a peek now.
As soon as her eyes flickered over to where the man sat, she was startled to find him staring directly at her, a slight curve to his lips. She quickly looked away, but immediately felt foolish. She was acting like a child in grade school. With a deep sigh, she deliberately moved her eyes back to him, trying to suppress the flush that began to creep into her cheeks.
He was still staring at her, the smile a little wider now. He cocked his head to the side, his baby blues locking with her hazel eyes. They sat for what seemed like an eternity, simply staring at one another. Then, the man licked his lips, slowly, thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling at her as though they shared a secret. A delicious shiver rippled through her body, and her lips parted in an involuntary exhalation of breath.
He must have heard that breath, because he leaned forward, ever-so-slightly, his eyes taking on a tinge of hunger, and his fingers curling around the edge of the armrest. His body language was impossible to misinterpret. He wanted her.
Sasha sat back in her seat, her chest heaving, and her pulse racing. What the fuck was wrong with her? Why was she reacting so strongly to this stranger? She took a deep breath to steady herself, and then turned to look again.
He was scooted all the way back in his seat now, but his eyes were still focused on her with laser precision. He was sitting with his knees wide, and she couldn’t help but drop her gaze to the bulge in his crotch. Mortified as she was with her own behavior, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. He subtly shifted his hips, and she felt heat rush between her legs as she forced herself to sit back again. She could almost swear that she heard a soft chuckle rumble from the stranger.
A few minutes passed, and Sasha couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to just walk back to the stranger and sit in his lap, rubbing against that lovely bulge she had been looking at. The images that came to her mind of her straddling him in the seat, or him pushing her down to the floor on her back to take her caused her to clench her thighs together. She was biting on her bottom lip, almost to the point of hyperventilating, when she felt a piece of paper being pressed into her hand. A soft voice with a clipped British accent slipped into her ear, and his breath sent another shiver through her.
"Take this, darling," was all he said. Her eyes flickered to his face, and he ran that tongue over his bottom lip again. She wondered how much that beard would scratch at her inner thighs, and how good he would be with that tongue.
He seemed reluctant to move away from her, his breath coming faster as he stood next to her, towering over her. His eyes moved down from her face to her breasts, and she could almost feel a silent plea from him. Deciding she must have turned into a wanton whore somewhere along her trip, she reached up and deftly unbuttoned two buttons, letting her shirt fall open slightly to reveal her cleavage.
She heard a hiss through his teeth, and glanced up, seeing real hunger in his eyes now. He glanced around the cabin, and slid into the empty seat across the aisle from her, gripping the armrest of the seat with white knuckles. His lips were parted as his eyes moved back to her breasts, and she felt somehow empowered by his lust.
Throwing all inhibitions aside, she reached down to her skirt, and began slowly gather the fabric with her fingertips. The man watched with his eyes riveted to her thighs as she revealed more skin, inch by inch. He shifted in his seat, subtly reaching between his legs to adjust himself. She kept tugging the hem of her skirt up, glancing nervously around to make sure that his eyes were the only eyes on her.
Biting her lip, she pulled the hem of the skirt completely up, exposing her purple lace panties. He grunted softly, his eyes beginning to look glassy as he stared at her underwear. She reached down and dragged a fingertip over her mound. The low groan that emanated from him encouraged her to do more. With another furtive glance around the, thankfully, almost entirely vacant First Class cabin, she slipped her finger past the edge of her underwear, and into her already very wet folds.
The man was sitting on the very edge of the seat now, his lips parted, the tip of his tongue protruding just past them, his wide eyes flickering back and forth from the movement of her finger between her legs, to her face. She quietly brought herself to orgasm, squeezing her legs together, her breath stuttering out of her as her jaw dropped open.
She pulled her hand out from between her legs, and he leaned forward more, licking his lips and looking pointedly at her hand. She hesitantly reached out across the aisle, and he snatched her hand, bringing her finger to his mouth and sucking on it, almost sending her reeling into another orgasm with his enthusiasm alone.
Panting now, he gritted his teeth and stood, whispering forcefully as he passed her, his monstrous erection evident and at her eye level.
"The note," he whispered.
She unfolded the note, and read it.
- I need to have you. Meet me in the bathroom. -
She glanced back and saw that he was gone. She pushed her skirt back down to cover her thighs, and stood to her feet. Walking on shaky legs, wondering what the hell she was even thinking, she made her way down the aisle to the bathroom. She waited until she was sure no stewardesses or passengers were paying attention, and then she surreptitiously knocked on the door. It opened immediately, and he pulled her inside.
The second that the door closed, he was on her. His mouth ravaged her throat, the beard scratching deliciously at her tender skin. His hands flicked the last of her shirt buttons open before molding themselves to her full round breasts. He tugged the edge of her bra down, revealing a stiff peak that he hungrily accepted into his mouth.
Sasha arched her back, her head falling backward as his mouth sucked at her breast. He roughly pushed the hem of her skirt up around her hips and began to pull her panties down as he moved to lavish attention on the other breast.
Freed from her knickers, she wrapped one leg around his waist, reaching down to unfasten his pants with frenzied hands as his fingers slipped inside of her. Her mouth fell open, and he crushed his own mouth against hers. As she wrapped her fingers around his cock, he moaned into her mouth, then filled it with his tongue.
He grasped her ass and lifted her to the tiny countertop of the washbasin. She spread her legs and he stepped between them, pulling them up higher around his waist. She wasted no time in positioning him at her entrance, and he pushed forward onto his toes, rocking his pelvis up as he entered her.
Sasha leaned back against the mirror behind her, clutching him by his shirt collar for support, and braced a hand on the counter. He immediately pulled both of her legs up over his shoulders and proceeded to ram into her again and again. They both clenched their teeth in an effort to keep from crying out, but their voices soon rose with the intensity of his thrusts.
He looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of her, his jaw unhinged and his bottom row of teeth showing as he panted and groaned. His hips twisted and turned, rolling this way and that with each forward motion. Sasha’s legs began to shake uncontrollably, and she moved her hand from his shirt to his hair, pulling as she felt her climax approaching.
He quickened his pace, moving his hand between them to rub furiously at her clit. Within two seconds, she had come undone for him, crying out and clamping down on his thrusting cock. He pushed into her tightening cunt with more force, and crashed over the edge with her, falling forward against her and shuddering with his release.
They were both panting, sweaty messes when they pulled apart. Sasha turned to look at herself in the mirror, and he pulled her skirt up to press against her bare bottom. She giggled and rolled her eyes.
"I don’t think you’d be able to go again quite so soon."
He pressed his mouth against her ear and growled, “You’d be surprised how quickly I can be ready again, darling.”
She shivered at his voice, wishing they were anywhere but a cramped bathroom in an airplane. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
They dressed quickly, and did their best to smooth their hair and such. It was no use. They both looked like they had just fucked. He opened the door to find a red-faced stewardess, glaring at the two of them.
"We do NOT allow that on our airline. Please return to your seats, immediately!" she hissed.
The man just winked at her and stepped out of the bathroom, pulling Sasha by the hand. “We were finished with it anyway,” he quipped.
They took their seats, and he whispered to her to hand him her phone. She did, and he entered his number into it, sending himself a text message. He handed her phone back to her, and then began typing away on his. A second later, her phone buzzed.
- My name is Tom, btw. Planning on being in Denver for long? -
She grinned and answered him.
- I’m Sasha. I’ll be there for two nights, why? -
There was a pause as he typed.
- How about spending at least one of those nights with me? -
She thought for a moment, realizing she couldn’t do much worse than fucking a total stranger in the airplane bathroom.
- Why not? -
She glanced back at him to see him grinning from ear to ear, his eyes already beginning to regain that hunger from earlier. She couldn’t wait to land.
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