I dressed and exited the bathroom. The same guy who gave me a stink eye saw me and shook his head.
I gulped and went back through the curtain to coach. It was strange seeing an entire section of a plane empty the way it was. And by empty I mean empty. Nora was nowhere to be seen.
I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my seat. Walking down the aisle I had the strangest sensation of being watched. I shook my head and found my way to my seat. There was a note there, a little piece of paper with my name on it. I picked it up and read it.
‘Meet me at the Marriott hotel just outside of the airport. I have a surprise. NQ.’
Huh.
I sat down and pondered what exactly she had in mind. The rest of the flight went by without a hitch. It was nice being alone on a plane, it was quiet and I was able to get some reading done. My thoughts wandered to Nora. Who exactly was she?
While my mind wandered the plane came onto the runway. I sat and waited to be told when to get off. I figured it would take a while with all the people in first class.
A cute woman in a company outfit came down the aisle and stopped at me.
“Are you Grant?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Your luggage has been collected, if you would follow me we are letting you off the plane first.”
“Oh, huh.” I didn’t argue, I got my stuff and followed her down the aisle. When we went through the curtain through first class. Every other person was still in their seat waiting.
The businessman who saw me in the bathroom saw me walking past him with my luggage.
“Oh come the fuck on.” He shouted, throwing his hands up.
I laughed a little and followed the stewardess out of the plane. I expected to do the normal TSA things, but no, the stewardess led me to a side room and down a boring hallway that led to a door to the outside.
When we got out there was a limousine waiting with a burly-looking guard in a black suit. I turned to the stewardess but she was gone.
The guard nodded to me and opened the door to the back of the vehicle. I blinked and walked towards him.
“Umm, hey, I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
He looked at me, his black sunglasses hiding most of his expression. “Grant right? Miss Quintel wants to see you.”
“Quintel?”
He looked around. “Nora Quintel.”
It clicked finally. I nodded and got in the car.
As far as limousines go. This was the first one I’ve gotten in. And it was nice. Real leather seats ran From the walls. A small fridge was positioned at the back corner. I got in and sat in the backmost seat. The guard glossed the door and walked around to the driver’s side and got in. He started the car, it was so quiet.
He pulled out of the airport. He drove without saying a word. He shot me the occasional glance from the rearview mirror. The drive was uneventful for the most part. After a few minutes, we arrived at the Marriott. It was a nice hotel.
He drove into the parking lot, then behind the building to the VIP area. He parked close to the building.
He turned the car off and we waited. A minute later a horde of the hotel workers wearing bright red vests poured out and began taking my luggage from the back of the car into the building.
After they were done a worker opened my door. I nodded towards him and got out. This was weird. The guard got out as well, he nodded towards the workers and they began ushering me to the building.
I was lead down a bland-looking hallway to an express elevator. The guard and I were ushered in and left by ourselves. He hit a button and the elevator began its smooth accent.
“So,” I started. “What’s your name?”
“Callen.” He said in a short breathe.
“Uh-huh. So, who is Nora?”
All he did was chuckle. Somehow that small-expression seemed sinister.
The rest of the ride was quiet. A few minutes passed and the elevator stopped finally. The door opened to an extravagant penthouse room. A huge room covered with expensive art and other stuff. A fireplace burned and cracked in an indented area with two couches.
I turned to Callen. He nodded and I stepped into the penthouse. The elevator closed and went back down.
As soon as it did I started walking around the room. Everything here was elegantly placed. There was a beautiful tapestry hung on the wall. It was a depiction of a group of gorgeous women in a circle weaving a giant basket. Inside the basket was a large dragon-like creature, he had a long neck leading to the head of a horse, it shot fire out of its mouth.
It was a meticulously crafted piece. Each thread was deliberately placed and colored.
I was memorized by it, I’ve never seen a piece of art crafted this way.
While I was looking I heard someone laugh. I snapped out of my stupor and turned around.
Nora stood there leaning on the wall. Her hair was up in a messy bun. She was wearing a silk robe that rose just a little too far up. She had great legs.
“You like it?” She sauntered over, legs crossing over each other. “It’s a piece from an artist in Kenya, it’s his depiction of the Ninki Nanka.” She was beside me, her arms crossed over her breast, pushing them out slightly.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“It was a present from him.”
“What for?”
She snickered. “Oh, nothing much.”
“Uh-huh. So, what’s all this about?” I gestured to the penthouse.
She quirked an eyebrow and shot me a smile. “Whatever do you mean.?”
“The limo, the plane, the penthouse, all of it?”
“Hmm, well, the easiest explanation is that I have some connections.”
“Connections?” I crossed my arms
“Yes, have you ever heard of the Mile High company?”
“Not really.”
“Well, they make and produce plane engines and keep and maintain airports. We also handle security sectors across the world dealing.”
“We?”
“Well.” She pointed towards a plaque hanging above the fireplace.
I squinted and read it.
‘Nora Quintel, CEO and Administrator of Mile High security and manufacturing.’
“Whoa, you’re kidding right?”
She just smiled.
“Holy shit.” Then it clicked, everything we did. “Wait, why me?”
She got close, putting a hand on my chest. “Well,” she trailed a finger up my sternum. “I haven’t had a boy toy so cute in such a long time.”
She leaned in for a kiss. I dutifully met her lips with mine. For everything I just learned, she had such a sweet kiss. She tasted like roses and whiskey.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in a tight hug while making out.
I held her, embracing her body felt so good. Her soft supple skin was warm under my touch.
She shivered when I moved my hand up to the back of her neck. I forced her deeper into the kiss. Her tongue probed exploratorily into my mouth. I met her with extreme vigor.
We held our contest for a while, gripping and pulling on each other till we were both left bare. Her naked form quivered under my touch. Her body was putty, soft yet structured.
My hand snaked down to her supple ass. It was nice, a warm globe of squishy flesh.
I messaged her while making out with her.
We waltzed around the apartment while entangled in our dance, my cock brushed gently against her soft thighs, I swear she rubbed me on purpose.
I felt myself stiffen by her small movements. She pulled away from the kiss, her breath hot and heavy.
“God, I need some more of you. It felt so good earlier.” She pulled me back in for a kiss.
I took her hint and walked us over to the wall. I pushed her against it and grabbed her thigh, lifting it. She accepted my movements with grace.
Her body felt so good against mine. My cock brushed against her wet and waiting pussy. The head hit her folds slightly. She moaned into my mouth.
I smiled and grated my hips, grinding against her wet cunt. She felt so good. Her juices flowed down my shaft, coating me in her sweetness.
Her moans grew a little louder. She gripped me harder, pulling me closer, forcing my cock just a little deeper inside her. She was so wet.
“Fuck me, please.” She whispered in my ear.
I didn’t say anything. I just angled myself upwards and pushed myself in her. Slamming my cock inside her.
She let out a howling moan, filling the apartment with the sounds of her raw sexuality.
Her wetness clamped down on me in an instant, messaging my length with her wet muscles. She gripped my back, clawing at my skin with her sharp nails. I pulled myself out and slammed my waist against her again.
She felt amazing, a cavern of twitching and overwhelming pleasure. It fit my cock so perfectly.
I thrust inside her, bucking my hips roughly against her. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it. She let out a guttural moan.
I went to her neck, opening my mouth, and bit down on her. I bit her hard, but not enough to break the skin. She moaned louder. I increased my speed, filling her wet love hole woth everything I had.
She started shivering. Her whole body shook with orgasmic wakes. I gave her one last thrust. She shouted, a piercing wail of her last wave of orgasm.
I pulled myself out, I was close, but this isn’t how I wanted to come. She went limp in my arms, I held her and walked her over to the couch.
“Bend over for me baby,” I whispered in her ear.
She gave a weak nod and bent over the back of the couch. So spreading her legs, showing her bare pussy to me. I came up behind her and lined myself up against her.
I bent over her ass to whisper in her ears. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.” My heart was beating in my chest, something came over me. I wanted to really wanted to ravish this bitch.
“Please do,” she moaned. “I’m all tuckered out. Do whatever you want baby.”
I had an idea. I put my hand in the crack of her ass, pressing a finger on her little backdoor. She let out a squeak. “anything?”
“Don’t fucking tease me, little boy, if that’s what you want then take it.”
Her words lit a fire in my belly. A high wave of wanton lust hit everywhere in my body. I rose, towering over her body.
I took my cock and aimed it at her asshole. I pushed the head against it.
She shivered. Her ass cheeks rubbed against the head of my dick.
A wise man once said the path to greatness is paved with a strong and genuine desire, a meaningful purpose, and good company along the way. And goddamn was right.
I grabbed her hips, her softness filling my hands. I got a good grip and pushed in. There was a lot of resistance. But the sweet juice from her pussy made it easier.
I slid myself deep inside her. It was so much tighter than her cunt. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her back, she moaned through gritted teeth.
“You okay?” I shouted.
“Yes, just keep going. I want you to fuck me into submission. Make me your fucking whore.”
Liquid fire burned through my body straight to my loins. I grabbed her hair harder and began rapid, unceasing thrust inside her tight butt.
With my free hand, I wound back and smacked her cheek. Sending a meaty echo through the apartment. She groaned.
I grinned, it felt good to be in control.
I slammed myself inside of her again and again. Her tight walls felt good on my cock. Her erotic moans and grunts were pushed out with each stroke of my length.
I felt myself getting close. A pressure burned through my pelvis, I was ready to fill her.
I strengthened my grip on her hair and redoubled my speed. I pumped my cock in and out of her in a feverish pitch. Each thrust brought me closer and closer to the edge.
She let out another guttural moan. Her whole body shook again with orgasmic pleasure, when she did her walls tightened on me even more.
I gave it one last thrust, the pleasure in my cock realizing itself inside her. I pumped load after load of white creme inside of her tight ass.
I pulled out my softening dick with a little ‘pop’ I was panting from the effort. My whole body was struck by sudden weariness.
I noticed that Nora had fallen asleep on the back of the couch. So I did the gentlemanly thing and picked her up. I took her into my arms in a wedding carry. I plopped her down on the couch and then collapsed in one of the other chairs. She had a smile on her face, it looked good on her. I wasn’t awake to long after that.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p7q9pc/mile_high_club_pt3