Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (4 page)

Her eyes widened
in shock. “Wow. That’s a lot of detail. When did you catch all that?”

“Well, you were
too busy frowning at the back of the seat in front of you to notice but before
you accused me of accosting your possessions I was helping the little old lady
two seats up with her bags. She had some trouble getting back into her seat so
I had a good three or four minutes to study you while I helped her get settled.”

“You were
studying me? Why?”

“Oh. C’mon. The
question here is why wouldn’t I be studying you? There’s nothing on this plane
more worthy of a good ogling than your legs. Or your eyes. Or just about
anything of yours, for that matter. There’d be something wrong with me if I hadn’t
been studying you.”

She stepped back
and gripped the seat for balance. “You actually think that?” She asked
incredulously.

He raised one
eyebrow at her. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous.” His gaze travelled down her
body in appreciation. When his eyes reached her face again he gave her a
puzzled look. “You must be used to guys saying that.”

“Um no. I’m
really not used to that at all.” She sat down again, trying to gather her
thoughts. Was this actually happening? This entire situation seemed unreal to
her. Apparently being thinner meant random, gorgeous, young men paid you
compliments, even when you were being self-righteous and rude. How odd. And
wonderful. Even if he was full of malarkey, as her mother would say.

The bubbly flight
attendant approached and he broke eye contact with Mona as he stepped back into
the space in front of his seat to give the pretty woman room to pass. She gave
him a blatantly flirtatious, ‘Why, thank you, Sir,’ as she brushed against his
shoulder but he barely seemed to register the inappropriate gesture. He threw a
vague smile in her general direction but instead of watching her pert behind
twitch down the aisle he kept his attention firmly focused on Mona.

Stepping back
into the aisle he leaned casually against the empty seat in front of her and
continued their conversation like they’d never been interrupted. “That’s a real
shame. No offense, but your boyfriend must be a complete idiot.”

She looked up at
him suspiciously. “Why do you assume I have a boyfriend?”

He rubbed his
stubbly chin and gave her another one of those assessing looks that made her
feel like she was nearly naked. “Well, women who look like you are always
involved. And I don’t see a ring, so idiotic boyfriend is the logical
conclusion.”

She chuckled at
his assumption. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Idiotic or otherwise.”

“Well, how about
an open-minded girlfriend then?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She flushed.
“NO!”

“Well, then. I
guess it’s safe for me to buy you a drink. To make up for the whole assault on
your luggage thing, that is.”

“You don’t have
to do that. Really.” She waved away the offer and reached for her book from the
seat beside her, hoping to dismiss him before he realized how nervous and
excited he made her feel. She’d been fairly cool until now but she couldn’t
keep the pretense up much longer. Sooner or later her inner-nerd would reveal
itself and then he would look at her in disgust. If he suspected she was a
freakish 40-year-old virgin he’d probably parachute out of the plane to get
away from her. She couldn’t bear that so she tried to ignore him by thumbing
through the pages in her book and feigning disinterest in the incredible man nearly
straddling her left knee.

She should have
known that a guy like him wouldn’t be dismissed so easily. Instead of slinking
back to his seat he stepped even closer, until the soft cotton of his jeans
brushed her bare legs. That got her attention and she stared up at him, unable
to look away from the sincere expression on his face. “But I want to buy you a
drink. You have no idea how much. Let me make it up to you, ok?” His eyes told
her that buying her a drink was only one of many things he wanted to do for her.

That scorching
look was all it took. One minute he was an annoying stranger she wanted to boot
in his perfect behind and the next she was thinking about how this man could be
the solution to her whole virginity problem.

And a totally
exciting idea was born.

Chapter Two

“Tell me. Are
you a member of the Mile-High Club?” Mona asked. She tried for a breathy, sexy
tone but was fairly certain she sounded asthmatic instead. She was addressing
the compelling man who’d accosted her luggage earlier. He’d boldly claimed the
seat next to her instead of his own assigned spot across the aisle and was now
quite inappropriately pressed against her side. They had been chatting for
about an hour and a half and Mona had learned that Sam was actually a very
smart and funny IT Specialist from Vancouver rather than the arrogant rock star
she’d initially thought.

He was on his
way to Maui for his best friend’s wedding and had brought the guitar because
he’d written a really terrible song instead of a toast for the reception. He
refused to sing it for Mona but after his second scotch he did recite some of the
lyrics to her and she couldn’t help giggling when he earnestly uttered the
lines, “Nick, you were always such a loner, with a constant boner. Does she
know you’re a huge stoner?  Someone really should have told her.”

That had been
about twenty minutes ago and now their mood had shifted to more intimate
topics. Sam had revealed that he was single and spent most of his free time
with his dog, Timbit, and a few friends. He was going stag to his best friend’s
wedding and was concerned that his sister was going to try and set him up with
one of six marriage-crazy bridesmaids at the wedding.

Mona had
loosened up considerably after two very nice glasses of wine and had forgiven
Sam for his rude molestation of her luggage. He was just so amusing and confident
that she couldn’t help but be charmed by him. Her usual nervousness around men seemed
to have disappeared when faced with his easy-going manner. The alcohol had
probably contributed to her ease in his company but there was also something so
approachable about the man. He was a touch arrogant, yes, but he was also willing
to laugh at himself, which made him incredibly appealing.

She couldn’t
recall ever encountering a person who embodied such an odd combination of alpha
male and class clown. She saw glimpses of both personas and found herself
utterly fascinated by these two opposing facets of his personality. Was the
self-deprecating thing just an act to seduce women? Or was he really as great
as he seemed? It didn’t seem possible. Men who looked like him didn’t usually
bother cultivating a personality too, did they? It just didn’t seem fair to the
female population for a man like this to exist. But there he was, in the irresistible
flesh, just inches away and seemingly genuinely interested in her.

She desperately
wanted to get to know him better. She had just been on the verge of casually offering
to accompany him to the wedding, strictly to save his virtue from the scheming bridesmaids,
when she’d caught herself. She couldn’t go on a date with this man. She was
going to Maui for one purpose and one purpose only and that was Operation:
Cherry-Be-Gone. She needed to concentrate on her mission. If she was
unsuccessful in seducing Sam in the next few hours then she still had the
option to meet her fake bridegroom and follow through on her contract with
Delta of Venus Inc. Agreeing to go to a wedding with another man while she was
supposedly on her honeymoon would look odd, wouldn’t it?  So, it would be smart
to keep Sam separate from her honeymoon fantasy. What happened on the plane,
stayed on the plane, right? She needed to adopt that as her motto.

So instead of
offering her protection at the wedding she’d clucked sympathetically about the matrimony-minded
bridesmaids and had segued into the whole Mile-High Club question in the hopes
of distracting him from making any future plans together. She wanted to keep
his thoughts firmly on the here and now. They were strangers on a plane about
to have meaningless sex and that’s all she wanted from him. Nothing more. No
matter how much she adored the way his gaze seemed utterly fixed on her. Or
even the maddening, sexy way his big, muscular thigh seemed to brush against
hers every few seconds.

She had to
remind herself that there was no future here. Even if he was interested in more
than a quick encounter, how would she explain the fact that she was a
forty-year-old woman who gave away her virginity to a stranger on a plane?
Anything more than a quickie would require explaining herself and her lack of a
sexual past to this man. She suspected the whole weight issue would be revealed
and she didn’t want him to look at her with pity and confusion. No, she would
keep this casual and hopefully she could convincingly feign some sexual experience.
She fervently hoped that all those hot scenes she’d read about would help her at
least seem like she knew what she was doing. Then she could get on with her
life without worrying about explaining her innocent state to her next lover.
The circumstances of her lost virginity would never have to be revealed.

“Mile-High Club?”
He chuckled, giving her a quizzical look. “Why do you ask?” He unbuckled the
seatbelt and turned slightly until his large body was angled towards her. From
the corner of her eye she had an excellent view of his sinewy bicep flexing as
he curled his arm to take a sip from his drink. She had trouble thinking
straight as she watched the play of muscles under his honey-coloured skin.

She took a fortifying
drink from her third glass of wine and pretended nonchalance. “Just curious.
Are you?” She nudged his tight midsection with her elbow and gave him a
sidelong glance that she hoped didn’t make her look cross-eyed.

“Not sure.” He
rubbed his chin, pretending to give serious thought to the question. “I think
you have to renew your membership every five years or it expires.”

She rolled her
eyes at him. “That’s not true. You’re making that up.”

"Maybe. But
if it is then no, I am not a member of that distinguished club.”

“But you were?”

“Yup. My former
girlfriend and I took a trip to Vegas and things got a bit heated on the way
there.”

“So, you did it
in your seats. With everyone listening?” She whispered, shocked.

He grinned,
clearly tickled at the thought. “Are you kidding? Marcia was a dirty talker.
Pretty sure we would have been taken into custody by an Air Marshall if we
tried that.”

She lowered her
voice until it was nearly inaudible. “So you went into the lavatory?”

 “Yeah. We sure
did,” he whispered back.

Mona got the
sense that he was watching her reaction very carefully, almost waiting for her
to display disapproval or perhaps disgust. But disgust wasn’t what she was
feeling at all. Excitement mixed with wild curiosity thrummed through her
veins.

Then she
chuckled. He was joking, of course. She’d been in those bathrooms before. “But
you’re so big. I don’t see how you’d fit.”

He threw his
head back and laughed. “Wow. You really know how to flatter a guy, don’t you?”

Mona gave him a
puzzled look and then replayed what she’d just said in her head. Then she
blushed.

“Oh Jeez. That’s
not what I meant, you Perv. I was talking about your oversized body. Including
your inflated ego. How did you fit all that,” she waved towards his torso, “in
there with another person? Was your ex a little person?”

“Actually, she
was a plus-sized person and we fit just fine.”

Mona gaped at
him. “You? Dated a plus-sized girl? Right.”

His wonderfully
arched eyebrows scrunched down in confusion. “Yes. Me. Why wouldn’t I date a
plus-sized girl?”

“Because you,”
she spoke slowly, like she was explaining a very complicated concept, “look
like you. And that means you could be with just about anyone. Supermodels and
movie starlets included. Why would you choose to date down like that? It completely
defies the natural order of the universe.”

“Wow.” He shook
his head and gave her a disapproving look. All heat was gone from his
expression now. “I never considered being with Marcia ‘dating down.’ In fact,
she was way too good for me. And why wouldn’t I date her? She was sexy as hell.
I loved her curves but I wasn’t with her because of them. I was with her
because she was warm and funny and kind. And non-judgmental. Which was a huge
turn on.” He frowned and stared intensely into his drink, his eyebrows drawn
down in annoyance.

Inwardly, Mona
fumed in frustration. She wasn’t being judgmental. How could she be? She was a
former fat girl herself so she couldn’t be prejudiced against them, could she?
She was just being a realist and what she did know with absolute certainty was
that men like him did NOT date big girls. Unless they had some kind of fat
fetish. Then she had an uncomfortable thought. Was he a chubby chaser? Is that
why he was drawn to her? Was there something about her that branded her as overweight
despite what her scale and clothing labels said? No, that was impossible. She
was thin now and there was no reason to believe he had some kind of twisted
ulterior motive for flirting with her. It was just possible that he found her
genuinely attractive. She had to stop doubting herself or she would sabotage
this miraculous situation.

Looking at his
icy profile she started to panic as she realized she may have already ruined
any chance at seducing this man. It was time to swallow her pride and be aggressive
if she wanted to leave her virginity on this plane.

Taking a deep
breath, Mona reached out one unsteady hand and tentatively squeezed the warm
flesh just above his knee. “Listen,” she said softly. “That came out wrong. I
was just surprised, that’s all. What I should have said was that your
girlfriend sounds charming and adventurous. And I really envy her.” And it was
true. She did envy her. She couldn’t imagine the kind of confidence it would
take to be in a relationship with a man like this who drew female attention
like a magnet. Whoever this Marcia was, Mona felt like she could learn a lot
from her.

Sam’s expression
thawed a few degrees and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You envy her?
Why?”

“Well, she was
brave enough to become a member of the Mile High Club. I could never do that.
I’m much too boring and conservative.” There. She’d baited the trap. Would he
rise to the challenge? She sincerely hoped so, literally and figuratively.
Being the aggressor was exhausting. No wonder women typically left the pursuit
to the poor, unsuspecting males of the species.

She watched in
fascination as he placed his large, tanned hand over hers where it still rested
on his hard thigh. He gave her fingers a little squeeze and turned his head
until their faces were only inches apart. “I don’t think you’re boring at all.
In fact, I think you could be quite wild if given half a chance.”

She gave him an
incredulous look. Was he mocking her? “Wild? Me? I don’t think so.” She started
to turn her face away in embarrassment but he reached out with his other hand
and angled her face up towards him.

“Yes. You. Could
be as wild and crazy as you want. No one is stopping you and no one has to
know. Don’t you want to see what you’re capable of? Just this one time?” Leaning
down a few more inches he breathed against her mouth. “With me. Today.” 

Did she? Oh God,
yes, she did. With his warm, sweet breath flicking across her lips and his
fingers tracing erotic patterns on the back of her hand she couldn’t think of
anything except how much she wanted this man. He genuinely desired her and she
didn’t even have to pay him. She would sort out the honeymoon fantasy when she
got to the resort. Right now she would be selfish and spontaneous and take what
she needed for once. She deserved this, didn’t she?

Not trusting her
voice, she nodded once and then glanced away.

“Does that mean
what I think it does?” He asked with a sexy half-grin.

She nodded
again, embarrassed but excited, and took a really huge gulp from her glass.
“Should I go to the lavatory first or should we go up together?”

“Whoah. There’s
no rush. We have hours.” He slid his hand up and down her thigh in a gesture
that was probably supposed to be soothing but instead just made Mona even more
aware of how warm and wet her panties felt between her thighs. She went
perfectly still, praying that he couldn’t feel her excitement.

“What did you
have in mind then?” She asked, trying for a casual tone.

“Well, look
around.” He waved his free hand to indicate the other passengers. “Everyone is
asleep or watching their movies or working. No one is interested in us. So, why
don’t we cuddle a bit?”

“Cuddle?” She
asked, completely dumbstruck. She’d acquiesced to anonymous public sex and he
wanted to snuggle? This wasn’t going according to plan at all. She’d been
clear, hadn’t she? Evidently not.

With an amused
glint in his eyes, Sam reached over her and grabbed the blanket he’d requested
earlier from the flight attendant. “You look cold, Honey,” he said loudly for
the benefit of the retired couple sitting in front of them. “Why don’t we get
you warmed up?” With a devilish look he reclined his seat back as far as it
would go, tucked the armrest away and beckoned her closer. Unsure of herself
but intrigued, Mona inched closer until she was leaning over him with their
legs entangled and her breasts resting against his ribs. He began arranging the
soft fleece blanket over their bodies, completely obscuring them from prying
eyes.

She glanced
around nervously but the couple in front of them seemed oblivious to their
activities. Mona wasn’t sure what to expect next but it certainly wasn’t Sam’s
big arms wrapped innocently around her waist as he pulled her even closer to
his warm side. Was he serious? They were really going to cuddle? In her touch-deprived
world she’d hugged her friends and held hands with the few men she’d briefly dated
but holding someone for an extended period of time just for the pleasure of
being close to them was an alien concept to her. She’d been contemplating dirty
sex with a stranger, not this oddly sweet and erotic interchange of intimacies.