Warm Up

The air was tense, her breathing slow and calculated as she stared straight
ahead of her at the television. I knew she wasn’t interested at all in the
material flickering on the screen. She was concentrating on the perfect motion
of her fingers on my arm.

A careful swirl here, a short flick of her index finger, back around and down
my arm again. That small spot on the back of my upper arm was getting the most
attention it had in its whole life.

She flicked her eyes to the side, not moving her head from the position it
had been in this whole time. She could feel me staring and as if to stir the
fire growing in my loins the very edge of her mouth visible to me curled upwards
ever so slightly. If anyone else had been watching they would have saw nothing,
but I was being graced with seeing it all. Her little gift to me.

I almost threw discretion to the wind at that point. If my eyes had been my
hand my fingers would be moving across her face with the soft caresses of a
lover. My fingers would touch her jaw line, run along the edge before moving
slowly up her cheek. Softly I would trace across the smooth surface to where her
lips lay. The mere thought of her lips brought my heart racing and my arousal so
high it would leave me blind with lust. Even softer than before I would trace
the very edges of those supple lips, hoping to tease them open so that she might
take my finger in her mouth.

In my daydream she turned her head and locked eyes with me. No words were
necessary for her to already know what was going on in my mind. I was certain my
eyes had betrayed the whole daydream. Her soft touches on my arm at that moment
become almost fever pitched as she dug her nails softly in to my skin. I stifled
a low groan and tipped my head back.

I moved my hand slowly to her thigh, placing it just above the knee where I
caught her dress with my fingers and I ran up, stopping midway. Never once did
our eyes unlock as I dug my nails in, taking pride in how arousal flashed across
her eyes. Her lips parted as a soft sigh escaped from them.

I found myself urging her in my mind. Telling her to make a move. ‘Come on.
Dig in to me again. Show me what you’ve got.’

Her other hand joined in her quest as she placed it on my forearm. As if it
were a bridge to her ultimate goal she ran her palm over the skin until her hand
touched my chest, right above my breasts. She rubbed the area over my heart
softly as if consoling me before letting it slip down to one of my breasts. She
cupped it then squeezed, I tightened my grip on her thigh. My fingers moving so
slowly further up her long leg.

With my free hand I reached over and cupped her face. I took the longest
moment to revel in that minute. I ran my thumb softly against her cheek, she
momentarily closed her eyes and leaned in to the touch. Her hand left my breast
and cupped my face in return before she opened her eyes again.

Our eyes were locked, lips slightly parted, and it was the slowest moments of
my life as we leaned in and just before our lips met we rested our foreheads
together, contemplating the next step carefully.

The kiss was deep, passionate. She didn’t hesitate to flick her tongue across
my lips or suck in my bottom lip. I nipped and sucked back, the moment was
becoming a maelstrom of sexual frustration.

My arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her frame close to mine. I could
feel the heat of her body against my own and the anxious trembling in her hands
as they moved from my face to grasp my shoulders.

As our lips left each other I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her
scent. My whole body shuddered and without needing to look up I knew she was
smiling from her small victory over me.

I kissed the smooth skin on her neck up to her ear where I let my tongue
trace the edge of it. Her sigh was barely audible but betrayed a deep sense of
urgency that was building in her. Her fingers on my shoulders tightened and I
could feel her breasts pressing against mine.

In a moment the tension overwhelmed her and she pushed in to me, forcing me
down on my back and straddling me. The look in her eyes was fearsome and the
breath I was going to release hitched in my throat. Hands grasping my breasts
she leaned down and, as if to show her dominance over the situation, lightly
flicked her tongue across my lips. I went to reach for her, to pull her down in
to another mind blowing kiss but she evaded me. Her lips curled in to a smirk.

Running my hands up her back my fingers found the start to what would be the
greatest journey. Between my thumb and index finger I gripped the zipper and
slowly unzipped it down her back. As soon as she noticed she began running her
hands under my shirt, her nails running up my stomach. As soon as I finished so
did she, ripping the shirt up and over my head and throwing it across the room.

It was a strapless dress. The instant the zipper was undone the dress fell
below her breasts and exposed the two perfect mounds and her already pert
nipples. I smoothed my hands up her toned stomach and ran my palms across those
hard nipples. Her lips parted and her hips grinded her warmth in to me. I could
feel how moist she was even through my shorts and it was all I needed to drive
me over the breaking point.

Before she could retaliate I pulled the dress from her body and sat up,
holding her in my lap. The presence of her practically nude body was made sexier
by the artistically laced thong she was wearing. It was no match for me.

I pressed my fingers against the moist spot on her thong and looked in to her
eyes just in time to see the shock of first contact and the wave of pleasure
that rolled in after. Her hands gripped at anything on me they could as her hips
found ways to press harder against my hand.

She pulled my hair, scratched at the scalp and leaned in, her teeth raking
across the skin on my chest attempting to stifle a moan. My fingers continued
their work, teasing in circular motions until I could feel her body begin to
tense. Just as she gripped down hard and took the deepest of breathes, I pulled
away, a wolfish grin on my face.

The bite to my neck was well deserved and her fit of rage and distress amused
me. ‘It won’t last long’ I thought to myself as I laid her on her back and
kissed down her front. In the most sexual of displays I gripped one of the
dainty straps to her thong in my teeth. Grinning, I pulled down, taking the
thong with me. My eyes never unlocked from hers, and the look in those eyes was
filled to the brim with a passion I had never seen before. It was as if with a
look she wished me to hurry, urging me to move as fast as possible so that she
may be relieved of her burden.

After completely removing the thong with my teeth I moved back to the spot
right above her warmth, kissing and gently sucking at her hips. I ran my tongue
slowly farther down, down… until my tongue flicked across her warmth. Her body
jumped in anticipation and a soft growl passed through her lips. Her fingers
found their way to my hair and gripped hard, pushing me back down.

I obeyed. The instant I buried my tongue in to her warmth her body arched in
to my mouth. Swirling, flicking, sucking, my tongue dexterously worked to
stroke heated responses from her. Her hands pulled my hair, scratched my arms
and shoulders and as she began to crest her moans and sighs became escalated.

It was quick and she reared with a loud sigh, moaning my name in an
exasperated tone. She clawed and squeezed my head between her legs, urging me
to stop. I wasn’t about to let her go that easily.

Before she could pull away I slipped my fingers inside of her. I moaned
softly, her warmth, her tightness… it made me pause in pleasure. For her, she
gasped in surprise and tightened. Eyes wide with shock she locked stares with
me, I could tell I had set her ablaze again.

I was slow at first, my finger barely moving inside of her. She relaxed
slightly, her eyes still locked with mine. Her lips were slightly parted, and I
moved up her body to place my lips against hers. The passion in her kiss
escalated as my fingers worked faster. With every thrust I swirled my fingers
within her. As soon as I found the perfect rhythm to her body she began moving
along with me.

Before I knew it our bodies were in sync. Thrusting, pulling, grinding. Her
breathing quickened and her nails dug hard in my shoulder leaving long, red
marks on my back. She nipped and sucked at my neck and chest leaving behind
bruises that I would cherish for days. I dipped my head down and did the same to
her. I wanted her to remember what had happened. I wanted her to remember that I
had been there when she looked in the mirror the next day, and I wanted it to
make her want me again.

Her breathing caught, and in a moment she was sighing my name and bucking
under me. Her lips moved against mine, and as my fingers slowed to a stop her
body did as well. We were covered in sweat and our breathing heavy, I laid on
her and rested, and she ran her fingers up and down my back in satisfaction.

And just like that, it was over. She redressed and left. But in an essence,
she never left. I pulled down the neck to my shirt and grinned at the bruises on
my body and the scratches on my back.

No, she was never gone.

30,000 Feet

“Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking…” I mouthed the words sarcastically to my friend on the other end of the plane. He smirked, preparing to lock the cabin down for takeoff.

 

Ah, the humbling life of a stewardess, waiting on people over 30,000 feet in the air. After the first hundred flights you eventually learn a few things. That the job was safer than sitting at a desk taking calls and that the only excitement you usually get is telling an agitated mother that her child is an obnoxious brat.

 

Though on a few rare occasions I would get to indulge in something far more exciting…

 

“Here you are ma’am, the rum and Coke you asked for.” I placed the small bottle of liquor and can of Coke down in front of the woman in first class. She glanced up at me and smiled, her red lipstick parting to show brilliant white teeth in a smile.

 

“Thank you… what’s your name again?” Her fingers started unscrewing the bottle while maintaining eye contact with me. The bright emerald green of her eyes pierced threw me like a gun shot. The smile slowly widened on her face.

 

“It’s Vanessa. And yours?” It sounded unprofessional coming out of my mouth.

 

“Zoe.” Her pale fingers reached out in a friendly gesture, I couldn’t help but think of a spider’s web as I took them in my hand. They were cool, and she squeezed softly before letting go and glancing about her.

 

“It’s a pleasure, Zoe. I hope you enjoy your flight.” The smile turned to a smirk and her eyebrow lifted slightly.

 

“Oh. I’m sure I will.” Smooth and elegant. A heat started building in my face and in other places as well.

 

Difficult. The next moment was so difficult as I smiled politely and turned to walk to the back of the plane. I could almost swear I felt her eyes on me as I walked away.

 

“She’s gorgeous.” My friend, Damian, retorted as I neared him.

 

“What are you talking about?” I started working on prepping the cart he’d use to deliver food and drinks to the passengers.

 

“That woman in first class that just ogled your behind as you walked back here.” A blush started creeping across my face. I attempted to play it cool by hiding it behind my bangs.

 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The tone in my voice gave it away.

 

“Mmmhm. Sure. What’s her name?” Now he was just being an ass. I decided to ignore him.

 

He was right though. She was gorgeous. Everything a man would want, and everything a woman wishes she was. Dark hair, long limbs, the finesse of a feline. Not to mention the eyes of a predator. I shivered a moment remembering how they pierced me. I wondered, did she know how powerful they were?

 

“You know. It’s not a surprise she took such a liking to you with how they make you dress.” His remark left me looking myself up and down. The small black skirt, the button down red shirt, the way my hair had to be up in a bun and out of my face. I hated the outfit, but damn if I didn’t pull it off.

 

“Are you done yet?” I shot him a glare before turning to head back to the front of the plane.

 

“Yes, but I know you aren’t.” I could hear his snicker as I shuffled away, walking of course being impossible in the small aisles.

 

The flight was a long one. 10 hours to our destination and half way in to the trip, almost everyone was asleep.

 

I had sat down to rest, my feet killing me from being in heels. Everyone in first class was asleep. Well, everyone except Zoe. She was reading a book, her eyes gracing the pages with swift caresses. Just as swiftly, once in a while, her eyes would swoop up, caress over my body, then go back to the pages. I almost felt cheated every time it happened.

 

After a few times of this happening, Zoe placed the book down and got up. Carefully she maneuvered to the bathroom that was right across from my seat, pulled the door open and hesitated. It was the longest pause of my life. Zoe glanced up to check the seats in first class; everyone was still asleep, then reached behind her to the collar of my shirt and pulled me up against her.

 

Her lips hovered so close to mine. I couldn’t breathe. Her eyes had me locked down where I was. I couldn’t take it anymore and desire hit me so hard I pressed our lips together and the overall weight pushed us back in to the bathroom.

 

Hectic desire fueled our movements and I slapped the latch on the door so that it said “OCCUPIED” to anyone from the outside. Her hands cupped my ass, squeezing each cheek and pulling me closer in to her body where her lips had already found my neck and her thigh was already pressed against my aching warmth.

 

I grabbed at anything I could on her body. One of my fists was full of her hair while my other gripped her shoulder for support, my nails starting to dig in as I felt the pleasure of her grinding against me. Her lips suckled and kissed at the nape of my neck just before I felt her teeth lightly grazing against my skin.

 

Her agile fingers went to work on the front of my shirt, unbuttoning until my chest was exposed and so was the bra that held my breasts. Zoe locked eyes with me before taking the next step, her eyes betraying playfulness under the heavy sensual moment. She kissed and sucked her way down my chest; one of her hands had left my buttocks and ran its way up my back where it swiftly unhooked the bra.

 

I sucked in a small breath in anticipation as she nudged the bra out of the way. A pert nipple was there to greet her as she opened her mouth and welcomed it in. It was a moment of release as she suckled and flicked her tongue against it. My hand gripped her hair harder and my hips bucked against her thigh. I ran my nails down her arm; my body was growing more wanton by the minute.

 

It was as if Zoe could feel the need growing more violently in me. She left my nipple and straightened up, locking lips with me again. Our tongues twined in lust and her hands began working at the small zipper on the side of my skirt until finally it fell around my ankles. Pulling away, she watched my reaction as her cool fingers traced down my front until they encountered the moist spot in my loins. I froze, once again drawing in a deep breath in anticipation. Parting my thong to the side her fingers finally connected with my warmth and I melted against her, all of the air in my lungs escaping at once.

 

Placing my lips against her shoulder I attempted to muffle my sighs and moans of pleasure as her fingers swirled and flicked against my clitoris. She smelled of expensive perfume and an exoticness I found arousing. I began biting her, my whole body becoming unreliable as stimulation from her fingers drove me over the edge.

 

Shuddering uncontrollably, her fingers refused to let up until I was nearly begging her to stop. As they slowed to a stop I looked up at her, she smirked at me. “Early to rise, are we?” She remarked. Before I could protest she lifted me up on to the sink and sunk down, pulling the silk thong from my body.

 

Once again, she locked eyes with me and there was still a playful undertone to her green gaze. I found the heat rising in me once again, even after having been given release mere seconds earlier. Zoe didn’t hesitate. Once she saw the desire flicker in my eyes she connected her tongue with my warmth.

 

There was no way for me to stifle my moans this time around and her tongue was an expert at this art. Parting the folds she immediately found the spot that left me blinded with passion. My hands struggled to grip anything nearby. Her dark hair, her broad shoulders, her cold hands. As her tongue flirted and mouth sucked at my growing desire it was inevitable that she drove me over the pinnacle of ecstasy once more.

 

“Zoe!” I couldn’t help but moan her name as I crested. The moment was sheer bliss and my body lost control as it writhed under her control.

 

When it had finally stopped, she trailed up my front and to my mouth where she kissed me deeply and smiled slyly. With no other words she left the bathroom, and I found myself trying to redress without collapsing entirely.

 

The flight was uneventful and after the passengers, and Zoe, had left we found ourselves awaiting the guests for the next flight.

 

As I made my way from the front of the plane to the back, a hand softly reached out and grabbed my upper arm.

 

“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind, could you get me a rum and Coke?”