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Fucking High

Short story By: Murnit
Erotica


Tags: Sex, Fantasy


Doing it on a flight with a stranger, what a fantasyxx


Submitted:Apr 6, 2012    Reads: 4,347    Comments: 19    Likes: 10   


The hustle and the bustle of an international airport has always been a fascinating experience and from where Vivienne is sitting she has a wide view of the departure floor at Johannesburg Airport.

Her hand rests on her black Louis Vuitton bag a perfect accessory to the black jacket and skirt she is wearing for the meeting in Cape Town she is attending later this afternoon. She wears minimal jewelery; a small gold watch, hooped earrings and a single ring on her thumb. Her black stockings hide a tattoo on her ankle and her heels just under 5 inches. Her blonde hair is clipped back and her red lipstick the only indication of a young 28 year old advertising exec's lust for fun.

"No I'm sorry that's not good enough"…..The man at the boarding counter behind Vivienne, is speaking to one of the ground personnel. Vivienne turn her blonde head slightly to hear more, he has a Scottish accent and she loves the deep melodic sound of his voice.

"I specifically requested the window seat miss," the man continues in a calm tone. Vivienne turns slightly to her left and out of the corner of her eye she can now see the Scott where he is standing at the same boarding counter where she checked in earlier.

He has a red briefcase in his left hand and his ticket in the other, not too tall not too short and the suit fit him as if it was tailored for his slender body.

He takes the boarding pass from the lady and Vivienne notices that there is no wedding ring on his finger. She waits anxiously for him to turn around in order for her to see his face and when he does she smiles ,,, handsome….

He walks towards the boarding gate, his ticket in hand and goes through the security checks, she watches him, wondering who he is, this man with the red briefcase and Scottish accent.

Vivienne pulls herself from her thoughts and quickly hurry to the line for boarding, her fellow travelers all anxious to get to their next destination.

"Morning miss, welcome on board" a friendly smile and routine greeting from the stewardess at the entrance of the plane. Vivienne smile politely and return the greeting, looking for her seat….14B.

Half way through the plane she finds it and when she looks up the red briefcase Scott is sitting on his requested window seat 14 A. Vivienne smiles nod and take her seat as they are already requesting all passengers to comply for take-off.

She can smell his aftershave as they sit closely squeezed into economy class seats his arm almost touching hers. He moves his head a bit closer: "Hello" and his accent washes over her. 'Hi' she says and smiles at him.

After a couple of minutes the seatbelt-off sign is displayed and a rustle is heard through the plane with everyone finding something to pass the hour of flight time with.

Vivienne can feel his one leg pressing against hers and she is surprised by the excitement the slight touch is creating inside her blouse and her panties.

Out of the corner of her eye she can see him looking at her legs and scanning up to her breasts. There is definitely some heat between them as his arm is now pressed tight against hers and she smiles; knowing he is doing it on purpose. He leans over to her his shoulder now also pressed against hers "Flying for business or pleasure" he asks. "Business" she replies and their eyes meet, and lock and the sounds around them drift away. His eyes trace the fold of her blouse down to her tits and back to her lips again. There is electricity between them and she feels it running between their limbs touching. His green eyes are locked with hers and she feels hypnotized not able or willing to look away. Her hardening nipples giving her slight goose bumps all over her body.

"May I offer you a beverage miss" the stewardess 'voice shatters their gaze and Vivienne declines with a polite smile and shake of her head.

'Excuse me' she says and gets up walking towards the restroom. As usual it's engage and she decides to wait feeling a little out of breath with excitement. An older woman exits the restroom and Vivienne gladly steps inside and just as she is about to close the door she feels a hand on her arm. "Care if I join you" and with that he steps inside.

"I'm Chris", he whispers and his smile have her feeling a little week in the knees. " Vivienne" she whispers back and as the door closes they are pressed up against each other, the small confinement of the restroom leaving barely enough space to move.

Vivienne feels her heart pounding with excitement as he smooth his hand over her blouse his fingers feeling the hard nipple through the soft material.

With her heels on they are almost the same height and she can feel his hard cock pressing up against her.

His fingers are working on the buttons of her blouse and his hand immediately cups her, his thumb flicking her nipple. Chris kisses her, his mouth hungry on hers their tongues slightly probing.

She feels his hand sliding up her skirt and she lifts the other side up to her waist, not having much room to maneuver it's more a case of feeling your way. Her garter is clipped loose and his hand is sliding over her, just the tin lace material between his fingers and her moistening lips.

Vivienne quivers slightly the excitement of being in this small bathroom and her manicured fingers start loosening his belt and trousers. She can feel him bulging looking for a way out.

With one thrust he pushes it inside her, sliding it in with ease as she is soaking wet, she closes up tight around him.

She is pushed up against the basin behind her and he lifts one leg up on the toilet seat giving him more access to fuck her even harder. He groans as she gets even tighter; the confinement of the little room pushing them into each other.

One hand is stretching pulling her hard nipple and as he moves inside her, Vivienne feels small contractions from deep inside her as he slidesin and out of her. As she orgasms Chris shoots his hot cum and milks out every last drop inside her.

Back in their seats they smile at each other, and Vivienne quickly fixes her make up as they are almost landing at Cape Town airport.

After landing they walk out together, their arms still touching and with a small wave he gets into the town car waiting for him.

Vivienne quickly waves down a taxi and as it speeds off into the Cape Town traffic she turns her attention to her ipad trying to quickly run through her notes for the meeting, curbing thoughts wanting to wander back to the restroom on the plane.

She pays the taxi driver and her heels click over the stone, up the stairs and into the glass building

There is about 10 minutes before the meeting starts and Vivienne hates being late. The elevator takes her to the 21st floor and she speeds down the corridor to the boardroom, meeting her new executive team leader is not an appointment she should be late for.

The door is open with several of her colleagues already seated and its hugs all around for everyone she hasn't seen in quite a while.

She takes a seat next to Jane, a small brunette that works in one of the other regional branches and they exchange some chit-chat.

"Good morning everyone", their ceo comes in the boardroom with his usual graceful manner, "May I introduce you to your new team leader, Chris Anderson". "Chris, let me introduce you to your team".

Vivienne's eyes widen, they are fixated on a red briefcase as a Scottish accent washes over her.





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