[MF] Sometimes the airplane seating chart leads to a passionate night.

I couldn’t tell you much about who she was. I knew she’s was from Houston only because she told me on the plane as we descended into the town, and I knew she was engaged by her ring and the Home Screen on her iPhone.

I could tell you what she looked like though. And how the bright city lights filtered through my hotel window and traced each curve of her perfect frame.

I was at a point in my life where I was travelling solo a lot for work. Anyone in that life can tell you that it’s 99% really boring as you travel to random midwestern towns. Occasionally you end up being sat next to someone interesting on a plane and can pass sometime in conversation. Her and I ordered someone wine in pseudo celebration of our fortune and exchanged the highlights of our business travels. She lived in Chicago now, hadn’t been to Houston in years and didn’t have that many friends left in the city anyway. We landed and decided to share a cab when we realized our hotels were within a block or two of each other and made plans to meet up that night for a drink.

I’ve thought about her motivations once in a while since our time together. I guess I would pose the question to you, reader, why does anyone do anything? A break from mundanity, the promise fulfilment when you do something new and exciting? I also think there are some people who are driven to find pleasure in new experiences. In any case, other than telling me she hadn’t done something like this before, we didn’t really come close to talking why she wanted this. Mystery and romance go hand and hand after all.

I was struck by what she looked like as I picked her up from the hotel lobby. I hadn’t paid much attention on the plane but her blue eyes were striking, and beautifully contrasted against her long brown hair. She didn’t carry a purse and asked me to hold her lipstick in jacket pocket in case of a touch up. “I don’t have pockets” she laughed as she gestured to the loose sundress that teased those gorgeous curves I would later see bathed in soft light while she rhythmically bucked against my touch. It was a surprisingly intimate and endearing request.

We had drinks at some cocktail bar, it was fun and flirty. The sort of date you have with that one FWB you still think about when you’re trying to remember what raw sexual chemistry feels like. The conversation wasn’t deep but we laughed, and enjoyed the time and each smile and smirk we exchanged felt like another step towards the inevitable. She was intoxicating to me, and there were times when I couldn’t help but stare at her lips as she spoke or sipped her drink. I craved feeling their softness on mine.

As the bar was closing up, I teased her mentioning that she’d have to come share a glass of wine with me back at mine if she wanted her lipstick back. “Are you trying to make a move on me?” She cooed, “I would never! My hotel just had a great view of the city and I think you should see it.”

As we walked from the bar my hand was on the small of her back, and as we waited for the cab back to my hotel we kissed under moonlight and streetlights. Her lips soft, and delivering the promise they had teased me about for the past few hours.

There was no glass of wine shared at my hotel room but I did show her the view. 15 floors up and I slid the dress off her shoulders in front of the floor to ceiling windows glinting in the ambience of night. The dress fell softly in a crumpled heap and underneath she wore black lace that hugged her hips. “I’m already wet for you” she whispered as my finger tips traced up her inner thigh until they felt warm fabric between her legs. I kissed her open mouth and I could her softly moaning as pushed her back against the cold glass and teased her over her panties. “You’ve been wet for me since we landed” The words seemed to make her melt, and she ground herself into my touch. “You may have been on my mind a bit.” She was coy, “I just hope you don’t disappoint.” I liked that she pushed back a little, it’s more fun when she sets out a challenge

I knelt down as she leaned against the window and began kiss her hip bones, I had found one of *those* spots and her breathing picked up. She gasped as I gently bit them and slid off her thong at the same time.

“Let me show you what I’ve been thinking about since we landed.” I could taste how turned on she was, as the tip of my tongue flitted against her outer lips and it wasn’t long until her hand was on the back of my head inviting more. “This is what you’ve been thinking about doing to an engaged woman?” she half laughed, half moaned “I just couldn’t help myself” I said and on the next beat she cried out when she felt that first bit of pressure on her swollen clit. It didn’t take her long, hardly a few seconds before I felt her legs waiver, and it was like her body began turning itself into a knot. She was loud at this point, and kept beginning sentences she couldn’t finish. I wanted to hold her on that edge, it’s no fun for anyone if you make a beeline right to the destination. I could feel wave after wave begin, and crest, and ebb, and begin again more intensely and each time her breathing became more laboured and her words more desperate. “Please don’t stop,” turned into “Please I need this,” turned into “Please let me cum” as the feeling inside of her built.
“Tell me who’s slut you are.” I told her at the next time ebb, and she breathlessly told me she was mine while as she shuddered with weak legs against the cold glass window.

I rose as she fell to floor, her breath still ragged. I took off my jacket, folded it across a near by chair, unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my jeans. “I want you take that bra off for me,” I looked down at her “and then go lay on your back on the bed.”

She looked up and nodded “anything you want…”

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