Barely Yours (11 page)

Oh my god, I think. We’re going
away
! Just the two of us!
But where?!

“Where are we going? Where are we going?” I say, excited as a kid. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. Where are we
going
?”

He puts a finger to my lips to stop the rush of words. “Never you mind,” he says.

“Oh
please
?” I reply, pushing his hand away. “Where is it?”

“It’s a secret,” he says. “Just relax.”

“A secret?” I repeat.

“A
secret
,” he echoes. “Ever heard of them? Like a
surprise
? Like, something you don’t get to find out yet. Or don’t you have those in America?”

I start to laugh, but stop when he leans over and kisses me, my body charging once more with excitement.

“So why don’t you relax and enjoy the ride.”

But how the hell can I relax? I’m just too worked up now, in more ways than one, and it feels like forever before the car eventually draws to a halt and the driver opens my door. I step out and as my eyes adjust to the gloom I see that we’re in the middle of a huge expanse of  ... nothingness.

What now?

“Okay, is this some kind of joke?” I say. “Why are we in the middle of an empty field?”

Because really, I’m like totally, one-hundred-percent confused now.

He chuckles to himself. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”

“No!” I wail.

And then I turn around and my eyes begin to focus on the huge thing that’s standing in front of me. No way. It’s a freaking plane.

“Wait. Will?” I say. “Um, tell me I’m not going crazy but is that a plane?”

A half smile flickers across his lips.

“Might be,” he teases.

“It is,” I gasp. “It’s a plane.”

“Clever girl,” he laughs, drawing me into a tight embrace and kissing me hard on the lips. “Would you like to get on board and have a look?”

“Of course I would!”

Omigod! He’s taking me away on a plane? This is soooo super exciting.

I feel like jumping up and down like a little girl, but I try to stay calm and ladylike, despite myself.

“This is insane,” I say. “You weren’t wrong about a surprise. And okay, no more questions from me. You don’t need to say where we’re going. I’m just going to trust you that this is gonna be good.”

Like a gentleman, I allow her to walk up the steps and into the jet first. So I
hear
, rather than see, her reaction.

“Oh. My. God,” she shrieks from inside. “This is
incredible
!”

“She’s not a bad old thing, is she?” I reply, stepping on board just in time to see her spinning around, hands clasped in excitement, taking it all in, her eyes darting around the plush, luxurious interior.

“She’s a bit of an extravagance, I must admit,” I add. “But with travelling so much for business, I suppose it was a good investment.”

“Wait one minute,” she says, her eyes widening even further as she stops and looks at me. “Are you saying that you
own
this?”

I nod slowly, watching the news dawn across her face.

“Holy shit!” she blurts out, before putting a hand in front of her mouth. “Sorry about the language,” she adds. “It’s just ...”

She throws herself down into one of the tan leather seats.

“It’s just that, all the times you’ve been away to Brussels or wherever on business, I was imagining you crammed into some Easy Jet flight or something!”

“Fraid not,” I grin, taking the seat opposite her.

She looks at me, her eyes ablaze as she pushes herself up from her seat and jumps onto my knee.

“I can’t believe,” she says between kisses, “that I actually felt sorry for you. I thought you were spending hours queuing at airport terminals before being cramped into one of those god-awful seats for a few hours when all this time you were on
this
? On your own jet?”

She runs her fingers through my hair, even giving it a playful tug for a moment.

“You
bad
boy, letting me feel sorry for you. Whenever we get where we’re going, I’m going to make you pay.”

“I certainly hope so,” I reply.

And her on my lap like this is certainly causing a stirring in me. If I’ve got anything to do with it, we won’t be waiting to get to our destination before we have a little fun ...

Just then, the pilot’s voice reverberates through the cabin.

“All clear for departure sir?”

“Excellent,” I call back. “We’ll take our seats.”

Reluctantly, I slide Chrissie off my lap and she gets into the seat next to me and buckles her seatbelt, ready for take off.  With a final rumble the plane taxis down the private landing strip and makes a smooth take off. Just like that, we’re in the air, and now I know that Chrissie’s relaxed, it’s time to make my move.

So I reach over and unbuckle her seatbelt, whispering in her ear, “I liked it when you were sitting on my lap earlier. Come back here. I want you to give me that
telling off
you’ve been promising me.”

“Okay,” she says, easing herself out of her chair and back onto my lap. “I still haven’t
quite
forgiven you for your little stunt,” she says, teasing, as between her words she gently kisses and licks my face. “I had
plans
this weekend, which you’ve totally ruined.”

“Oh!” I say, enjoying our little game, acting the innocent. “And what were they?”

She looks directly at me and I can see that she’s scanning her brain, trying to remember exactly what it was she
did
have planned for this weekend.

“That’s right, I had a manicure booked for tomorrow morning,” she challenges. 

“Yes,” I reply, quick as a flash. “And perhaps I’ve rearranged your appointment for next Wednesday evening.”

“Of course you have,” she says, green eyes narrowing. “You bastard. You think of everything.”

“I certainly do,” I say, drawing her into a long kiss.

As our mouths crush together, I can feel her shivering with excitement, but when my fingers begin to toy with the hem of her dress, uncovering more and more of her slender legs beneath, she breaks away, leaning back a little to catch my gaze.

“Will! What are you
doing
?” she whispers with a wry smile, casting her eyes in the direction of the cockpit. She reaches down and grabs my hand by the wrist, just as my fingers brush against the silk of her panties. “Not here!” she giggles.

“Relax,” I murmur back, as my fingers push further between her legs, my thumb now starting to brush slowly but surely against the soft warmness of her knickers – knickers which are already getting damp. “This is my jet, remember. We’re alone. No one can see us. It’s just us and the pilot, and I’m guessing he’s got other things to think about ...”

“Are you
sure
?” she says, her voice trembling a little.

“I’m positive,” I reply. “And anyway, don’t you want to join the mile high club?”

She swallows, letting go of my wrist, a shy grin on her face.

I can tell that this is something she’d never do normally. That it’s totally breaking her
I’m a good girl narrative
, but at the same time, I can tell she’s loving it. And her body confirms the fact. As I push her panties to one side and gently begin to stroke her tender flesh, I register with delight just how hot and wet the idea has gotten her.

As I start to thumb her clit, she shivers and trembles on my lap, shifting position so she’s facing away from me, her bum rubbing against my groin, her legs spread so wide now that her dress is riding up around her hips, and I hear her sigh as she starts to rock her hips, too, her toned buttocks teasing my cock which is already rock hard and straining at my trousers.

As she continues to tease me with her bum, I scoop her breasts easily from the front of her dress, toying with her hard little nipples, as I feel her push her buttocks eagerly into my rock hard cock, stroking my shaft through the fabric of my suit pants. But I can’t take this exquisite teasing much longer, and I push her up and off me, just long enough to free my aching cock from my pants.

“Allow me,” she says with a playful tone to her voice, turning around to face me, then dropping to her knees before my spread legs, her angelic face now only inches away from my rock hard cock.

She shoots another timid glance over her shoulders, then a devilish smile spreads across her lips. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she murmurs, more to herself than anything, and then I watch her slender fingers curl around my shaft as she guides my cock towards her pretty mouth, those plump sensual lips parting, giving me a flash of her pink tongue, before she envelops the head of my cock in her mouth with a soft sigh, her eyes closing as he begins to stroke and suck me at the same time, first slowly and sensually then picking up speed, her other hand moving to my balls, teasing and kneading them as she continues to work my cock. I can feel her tongue swirling around the head, just the way I like, and I even start to feel that familiar sharp tightening rush of pleasure in my stomach – the tell tale sign that if she continues in her current fashion, the fun will be over way too quickly.

So I gently reach down and cup her face in my hands, easing her away from my cock.

“Aw, no fair,” she grins, her pretty green eyes flashing with devilish glee now.

God, she looks so amazing – so beautiful, so naughty, so
alive
.

“Don’t worry,” I smile back. “The fun’s not over
quite
yet.”

And with that, I reach into my trouser pocket and draw out a condom, quickly unwrapping it and sheathing it over my hot, hard, pulsing cock.

“Oh, so you planned this all along, did you?” she grins with mock annoyance, but even as she’s pretending to be mad, she’s stepping out of her knickers, pulling up her dress and then climbing back over me, facing me this time.

“I’m just a gentleman, planning ahead,” I reply.

“Oh really,” she grins, taking me in her hand and then guiding me inside her. As she lowers down onto me, one knee either side of me, I take hold of her perfect arse in my hands, spreading her wide, coaxing her down, deeper onto my cock. She’s so bloody tight that I groan, and she too lets out a deep sigh that shivers past her glossy lips, her eyes closing as she begins to ride me, grinding her clit against the base of my cock as I guide her movements, my hands on her bum.

As she continues to ride me, I take one of her breasts in my mouth, flicking my tongue against her hard little nipple, causing her to sigh and shudder again. I know she’s close now, I can tell by the soft little moans she’s making, her movements growing faster, and right now I want nothing more that to watch this beautiful woman come hard on my cock.

“Come for me, Chrissie,” I urge, moving my kisses to her neck, while my hands spread her buttocks wide apart, one fingertip now dancing against her tight little arsehole too. “Come for me, my darling.”

As I apply a little pressure, my finger sliding into her arse, I feel all her muscles tighten and contract, her pussy gripping around the base of my cock as – with a shudder and a moan – she lets go, coming so hard she’s practically gasping for air.

And the sight and feel of her coming like that finally tips me over the edge too. With a final growl, I let myself go, pumping hard and deep inside her.

Afterwards, she stays there on my lap, cuddling and nuzzling into me, the two of us totally lost in a world of our own, when all of a sudden a discreet bell informs me that we are about to begin our descent.

“Excellent,” I say as she slides off me and we both begin pulling on our clothes. “We’re almost there.”

“This is not a comment on your performance or anything,” she says with a shy smile, “but that didn’t take long. I wonder where on earth we could be.”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I reply, fastening my seatbelt, ready for the descent.