Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (6 page)

Mona watched him
closely. He was so big and intimidating-looking. Everything about him indicated
it would be risky to antagonize him. He was clearly capable of dolling out some
physical punishment if required. His innate toughness was obvious in the
hulking muscles of his physique and his overall dangerous demeanor and yet she
knew he was telling the truth. He was unexpectedly sweet for a guy who looked
like he wrestled alligators in his spare time.

“I’m glad. Because
I really don’t think I’m ready for that whole scene. Is that too boring for
you?” She asked softly.

“Umm…we’re
fooling around with about forty people within moaning distance. That’s exhibitionism,
which is hardly boring,” he replied as he palmed her buttocks. He’d been softly
stroking her back for the last several minutes, trying to calm her, but
evidently he couldn’t keep his hands off her bottom. His strokes had been
gradually getting longer and more purposeful until he was finally able to fill
his hands with her soft cheeks. She loved the fact that he fondled and caressed
that part of her like it was the most natural thing in the world. His touch was
possessive and firm, like he was marking her flesh with his big, hard hands.

“I like that,”
she said shyly as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She may not be able to
talk dirty, but she could try and express herself more clearly. Maybe that
would be enough for him. She sincerely hoped so because she’d nearly lost her
mind when he’d threatened to stop earlier. She was so close to fulfilling her
goal for this trip. Stopping at that point would have been disastrous.

His hands went
still. “This? You like me totally mauling your very fine ass like this?” He
gave her bottom a playful squeeze.

She giggled.
“Well, yes. I guess I do. Though when you put it like that I’m not so sure.”

“Can’t help it.
Your ass is amazing. So round and firm. And your skin. My God. It’s like silk.”
He feathered his fingertips over the full curve while nuzzling the side of her
neck.

“Thank you,” she
said, flattered and delighted at his praise. Gooseflesh broke out over her
entire body as his lips closed over her ear lobe and tugged gently. “Do that
again,” she sighed, turning her head slightly to give him better access.
“Please,” she added as an afterthought. She didn’t want to sound too bossy.
After all, he did like to call the shots.

Her breath
caught as he bit down and then sucked her lobe between his lips. He flicked it
with his tongue and then tugged, harder this time. The sensation drove her wild
and she felt her nipples pebbling against his chest and a flood of moisture
flood her core in reaction to his talented mouth. Who knew ears were such an
erogenous zone?

“So polite,” he
whispered into her ear. “I like that. And your ears are delicious. Makes me
wonder if your pussy would taste even better.”

Mona startled at
his words. “You want to do that? Here?” She squeaked, pulling back to look at
his rugged face.

He chuckled at
her shocked expression. “We would probably have to relocate for that. Flight
Attendants might notice if I disappeared under the blanket.”

“Oh. Yeah. Good
point.” She nearly sighed in relief. Though she was curious about oral sex, she
really didn’t think she could remain in control if he put his lips anywhere
near her inner thighs. She was having enough trouble keeping her composure and
his lips were nowhere near her danger zone. Surely she would be screaming and
moaning like a porn star if he attempted to perform such an intimate act on
her.

“Why don’t you
go first? I’ll try to wrestle my dick back into my pants before I attempt to
walk down that long aisle. Would prefer not to expose myself along the way,” he
said with a devilish grin. “Speaking of which…” He smoothed her blouse down her
back until her breasts and stomach were covered again. Reaching down he gave
her buttocks a regretful pat before deftly straightening her skirt under the
blanket.

Mona hesitated.
“Um. Do you need a hand getting yourself decent?” She asked awkwardly. What was
the etiquette in a situation like this exactly?

Sam chuckled and
raised an eyebrow at her. “Pretty sure your help would only make it harder. Pun
intended. But thanks. Now. Are you ready?”

She took a deep
breath. “Yes. I think I am.” She began easing off his big, warm body. Her hand
accidentally brushed his straining erection and he winced in reaction.

She yanked her
hand back like it was on fire. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Your penis must hate me. I
keep injuring it.”

“Trust me. My dick
likes you just fine. In fact, he’s a really big fan. That’s kind of the
problem.” He effortlessly rolled her off of him and then helped her to her
feet.  Standing before him she was surprised to find that her legs felt weak.
She tried to take a step into the aisle but nearly stumbled on her spiky heels
so he held her in front of him by her hips and grinned up at her. “Take it easy
now. Just think about the fact that I’m going to demonstrate exactly how much
my dick likes you in about five minutes.”

She took a
couple of deep breaths and used his impossibly broad shoulder to brace herself.

“Better?”

She nodded.

“Ok. Now if
you’re sure you want to go ahead with this, you should lean down and give me a
kiss. Then I want you to march those dead-sexy legs down to the head. When you
get there, lock the door behind you and count to 100. By the time you reach 99
I’ll be outside. Unlock the door and I’ll be between your legs about seven
seconds later. Are you ready for this?”

She gulped. Was
she? She looked down at his upturned face. He was still smiling but he was also
clearly on edge. The expression on his face was hungry and even a tad desperate
as he waited for her response. Was it possible that he was unsure of himself? This
incredibly sexy, talented, funny man could not actually be concerned that she
would change her mind and not follow through on their plan to join the Mile
High Club together, could he? Looking into his startling blue eyes, she saw
desire there, but she also saw vulnerability. He really was afraid she’d reject
him. Now that was a ridiculous concept. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t
want him?

For some reason,
that glimpse of insecurity boosted her own confidence. He wasn’t as masterful
as he seemed. He had his own doubts, just like her. Whatever happened in the
next few minutes, she would remember this moment. It would give her the
strength to continue when her confidence lagged and her anxiety over finally
losing her virginity overcame her. At least she hoped it would.

Leaning down,
she cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his beautiful closed mouth.
His lips were soft and gentle as he returned her kiss, but the electricity that
flared between them at that tender touch nearly made her sink back in her seat in
reaction.

Pulling away she
stared down at him. His hair was mussed and the blanket had slipped to the
floor, exposing his lower torso and a truly impressive erection. She glanced
down at his lap and gave him a saucy look. “Hurry up. If you’re not there by
the time I reach 99, I’m starting without you.” With a wink, she turned and
walked on shaky legs down the aisle, adding a little swagger to her step as her
legs steadied beneath her.

There, now
that was how a sexy, confident woman acted
, Mona thought to herself as she
approached the alcove where the two lavatories were located. The flight
attendants were all busy, so no one noticed her slip into the unoccupied stall
on the left. Closing and locking the door behind her she glanced around the
tiny room and felt her short-lived confidence deflate like a child’s balloon.

 She’d been in
airplane bathrooms before but couldn’t recall them being so brightly lit.
Honestly, that fluorescent bulb was emitting an unnatural amount of blinding light.
It was like high noon on a Florida beach in here. And the mirror seemed
disproportionately huge for the small space.

She looked at
her reflection and was shocked at her appearance. Every single physical flaw
she possessed seemed highlighted. For a moment she thought seriously about
abandoning this crazy plan. There was absolutely nowhere to hide her cellulite
or her stretch-marks in this little torture chamber. What had she been
thinking? Agreeing to have sex in such an unforgiving environment was madness.
Even if he had found her attractive before she was certain he would change his
opinion in a hurry once he saw her forty-year old body under this unflattering
glare.

Closing her eyes
for a moment she concentrated on controlling her hypercritical thoughts. When
she opened them again she tried to see herself from a stranger’s perspective
instead of her own skewed viewpoint. To her surprise, she looked pretty good
when she didn’t focus on her flaws. Dishevelled and untidy, but also oddly
attractive in a slutty sort of way.

For one thing
her nipples were straining against the fabric of her wrinkled blouse like she
was smuggling pomegranates in her unfastened bra. And her hair. Oh my God. Her
dark hair looked like she’d been caught in a windstorm. It stood up in strange
corkscrews on one side and was flattened to her head on the other. There were
even dark circles of mascara under her eyes, giving her the raccoonish look of
a truly wrecked party girl with the mother of all hangovers. In other words,
she looked like a complete wanton.

For some reason
that image made her smile. She’d never looked like a wild woman before. There
was something liberating in knowing that she couldn’t really look much worse.
Besides, there was nothing she could do about her appearance now. He was coming
to join her in seconds. Quickly, she wiped the mascara away, turned her back on
her reflection and began counting.

Chapter Four

Mona didn’t even reach seventy
before Sam was there, tapping softly at the restroom door. She hesitated. This
was it. There was no turning back now. The next several minutes would change
her irrevocably. She was losing her virginity to a stranger in a public
washroom. Not exactly the romantic scene she’d always dreamed of, but at least
it was real.

She released the
locking mechanism and he was there, pushing his way into the tiny space and
locking the door behind him. They grinned at each other like co-conspirators
for several long moments and then he wrapped her in his huge arms and spun them
until she was trapped between the wall and his big, hard body.

“Last chance to
back out. You still want to do this, right?” He asked as he lowered his head
until his lips were just a breath away from hers.

“This is exactly
what I want,” she said, and was shocked to find that the words rang true. This
was exactly what she wanted: a sexy, funny, man who genuinely desired her. What
more could she ask for? He should have been her fantasy all along.

“Me too. You
have no idea how much,” he whispered and kissed her, really kissed her for the
very first time. His lips weren’t gentle as he took her mouth with heated
urgency. His tongue immediately sought entrance and thrust past her lips like
it belonged there. He was rough and more than a little demanding. And she loved
it. Though she wasn’t really sure how to reciprocate. She probably couldn’t
just sit there with her lips gaping open while he thrust his tongue in and out
of her mouth, could she? No. She needed to do something.

Experimentally,
she licked at the tip of his invading tongue. He groaned and returned the gesture.
Soon their tongues and lips were moving against each other in a sensual dance.
Mona was surprised and delighted at how very easy and natural it felt to be
kissing this man.

Needing to get
closer to him, Mona wrapped her arms around his neck. Within moments she felt
cool air on her stomach as Sam pushed her blouse up until her chest was
exposed. Her bra still hung from her shoulders, framing her pale flesh in cream
and black satin.

Sam stopped
kissing her and looked down to admire her full, round breasts. “Look how pretty
and pink you are for me.” Reaching down he cupped one breast with his large
palm and then tweaked the erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Mona
gasped as that small touch ignited a current of excitement between her legs.

Placing one
strong forearm under her bottom he lifted her easily until her breasts were
level with his mouth. Lowering his head, he gently licked at one rosy tip
before sucking it deeply into his mouth.

Mona clutched
his head to her chest. She couldn’t help it. She wanted that delightful tugging
at her breast to continue.  She gasped and threw her head back as he actually
used his teeth on her tender flesh, nibbling at the distended nipple and then
licking at the small bite-mark he left behind.

“Too rough?” He
asked, transferring his attention to the other side, he licked and sucked and
nibbled at that breast too.

She shook her
head until her dark curls flew around her head. “No. It feels good. So good.
Don’t stop.”

He did stop. At
least long enough to deposit her bottom on the tiny counter and remove his own
shirt. He took a moment to tuck his t-shirt under her butt to cushion it from
the hard ledge and then he was pressing her hands against the mirror on either
side of her hips.

“Don’t move
these. If you do then I stop playing,” he said, his voice surprisingly stern
with warning. When she nodded her assent he pulled back and she finally got a
good look at his phenomenal body. He grinned cockily as her eyes widened at the
sight of his incredibly toned arms and powerful shoulders. Oh good Lord, was
that a tribal tattoo snaking up his arm? Tattoos and pierced nipples – she was
so far out of her league. The man was truly beautiful with just the right
amount of dark golden hair sprinkled on his chest. She longed to touch all that
spectacular male skin again but was half-afraid he really would stop if she
tried, so she left her arms at her sides.

His bulging
biceps flexed as he lowered his hands to her thighs. Slowly, he placed his
palms on the inside of her knees and gently eased them apart a few inches. He
slid one hand beneath her skirt and trailed it all the way up to her drenched
panties. He cupped her there for a moment and then slipped his fingers inside
the waistband.

She nearly cried
out as he very purposefully and expertly tore the satin panties from her body
with one sharp tug. Playfully, he spun them around on one finger for a moment
and then tucked them into the front pocket of his jeans. “You don’t mind if I
keep this little souvenir, do you?” He asked, raising one eyebrow at her in
challenge.

She shook her
head once and was rewarded with a chaste kiss to her left nipple. She
desperately wanted so much more than that brief touch but she found that she
was enjoying being at his mercy. She could hide her inexperience by acting
submissive. It was perfect. All she had to do was sit back and take orders and
he would take care of everything. If she didn’t die from frustration first.

Biting her lip,
she watched as he smoothed her skirt up her thighs until her bottom half was
completely exposed to his heated gaze.

“Now that is
just gorgeous,” he said, brushing his thumb up the centre of her folds. “We
don’t really have time for half the things I want to do to you, but I would
definitely spend the rest of my life regretting it if I didn’t taste you, just
once.” Sinking to his knees in front of her, Sam kissed his way up her thighs
until his mouth was hovering right over her most sensitive flesh. She tried not
to squirm with impatience as his hot breath caressed her damp curls. When she
thought she couldn’t stand it another moment he pushed her thighs far enough
apart to accommodate his wide shoulders and then lifted her legs until her
stiletto-clad feet were dangling down his strong, bare back.

 Yikes. She was
spread wide open for him. It felt odd to be so exposed but delightfully wicked
too. He obviously liked the view. And his sandy head buried between her thighs
was definitely the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life. She fervently
wished she could record this moment and replay it over and over again because
she was quite certain she would never experience anything so incredibly erotic
ever again.

Then he licked
her and all coherent thought left her mind completely.

A strange
keening sound escaped her lips as he lapped at her like a ravenous cat with a
bowl of cream. He was relentless with his velvety tongue, constantly moving and
altering the intensity and direction of his strokes along her folds. When she
thought she couldn’t take another moment of this torture he parted her with his
thumbs and penetrated her with the tip, sinking his tongue deep within her and
then retreating, only to plunge deep again.

Her knuckles
were white from clenching her fingers around the counter ledge but she held on.
Everything in her demanded that she grab his head and grind herself against his
incredible mouth, but she somehow managed to keep her hands off him.

Until he removed
his tongue from her entrance and leisurely licked his way upwards, making
approving “mmmm” sounds as he went. When he finally reached her engorged clit
and began making lazy circles around that little bundle of nerves she had no
choice but to uncurl her fingers from around the counter ledge and spear them
into his silky hair to hold him in place.

She half-expected
to be reprimanded for this act, but he was apparently enjoying what he was
doing too much to be distracted by her disobedience. He was busy curling his
tongue around her clit as he pushed one large blunt finger into her slick
pussy. Slowly he began thrusting his finger in and then out in a gradually
increasing tempo that was making her crazy with pleasure.

She didn`t have
much room to maneuver but she somehow managed to move her hips in counterpoint
to his perfect mouth. He added another finger, stretching her and she had to
bite down on her lip to keep from crying out at how good it felt. She should
have stiffened at the unfamiliar intrusion but it felt sublime to have his
fingers pushing inside of her. She moved her hips faster, urging him to match
her pace. Under her breath, she heard herself muttering, “Yes. Oh. Oh yes,”
just as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

That’s all it
took. Her entire body seemed to curl in on itself and then explode outward as a
powerful climax washed over her. Her neck arched and her whole body went stiff
as her internal muscles clenched around his thrusting fingers, drawing out the
pleasure. Heat ignited between her legs and travelled at an alarming rate
through her nerve endings to her breasts, the small of her back, even her feet
didn’t escape the mind-blowing bliss.

Moments passed
and neither of them moved as her body slowly began functioning normally again.

Her eyes were
tightly closed but she felt him press a kiss on the inside of each thigh and
then he was standing up between her legs. Her hands fell away from the back of
his neck as he stood and he pressed them back into their familiar position
against the bottom of the mirror.

“You thought I
didn`t notice that you disobeyed me,” he whispered against her temple.

She was too
languid in the aftermath of her orgasm to really pay attention, but she shook
her head once in denial. “No. I thought you might stop but I couldn’t help it.
I needed to touch you.”

“So you risked
everything just to put your hands on me?” He seemed surprised by her admission.

She opened her
eyes to look up at him. “I needed to feel you. To make sure you were real.” She
shrugged helplessly. “This all feels like a dream. Things like this never
happen to me.”

“Oh. I’m real.”
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. Their eyes were only an inch
apart and Mona was delighted at the rampant desire she saw reflected there. He
pressed his erection against the juncture of her thighs. “Do you feel that? How
real does that feel to you?”

It felt exciting
and scary and more than a little intimidating. How was her body going to react
to having all that pushing inside her? Piercing her and slamming hard into her
tight passage? Would she be able to pull off this whole experienced act? Would
he stop if he knew this was her first time? Would he care? She had no idea but
she knew she wanted him and really, not much else mattered. At least not right
now. “It feels pretty real.”

“And right now I
need to get inside you. Will you behave yourself and keep your hands to
yourself?”

Her lips curled
up in a mischievous smile. “I very much doubt it.”

He sighed and
slid his thumb along her cheekbone in a delicate caress. “If we had time I
would show you exactly how worthwhile it is to obey me.”

She deliberately
raised her hand from the counter and traced her fingers over one of his massive
shoulders. “But we don’t have time. All we have is a few more minutes and I
want to touch you. That’s okay, isn’t it?”

 “Yeah. But I
wish we had more time. I would love to make you squirm and scream my name. Over
and over again. For hours. Maybe days.” He gave her a look that was so full of
promise that she felt a small quiver of heat re-ignite between her legs. How
did he do that with just a look?

She placed her
other hand on his ridged abdomen. “We have right now to enjoy each other. Isn’t
that enough?”

He shook his
head. “I thought it was but now I’m not so sure.” His brow furrowed with
annoyance. “Why did you have to be so incredible? I don’t think I’m going to be
able to walk away from you after this.”

Shock washed
over her. Was he serious? He wanted more than a casual diversion? It didn’t
seem possible. A part of her rejoiced at the thought but she quickly squashed
that emotion. Getting involved with him was not possible, no matter how natural
it felt to be with him.

She wished she
didn’t have so much baggage but the reality was that she needed to meet an
average, stable man her own age to share her life with and to be a warm,
supportive father to her future children. She wanted a normal courtship where
they gradually got to know each other before letting their relationship proceed
to the next level. Anonymous sex on a plane was not a cute story to tell the
grand-kids. Besides, she wasn’t sure how the next few minutes would proceed.
What if sex with her was incredibly awkward due to her inexperience? What if
there was blood and pain? How could she look him in the eye afterward and
explain why she was a pathetic virgin at forty? The answer was simple: she
couldn’t. This would have to end just as soon as they left this torturous
little room.

“It’s not going
to be easy for me either,” she said with soft certainty. “But we will walk away
from each other and get on with our lives. Hopefully you’ll think of me the
next time you fly somewhere. I hope you do. I’d really like that.”

He nodded. “Oh
I’ll think of you alright. I don’t think I’ll be able to go near a plane
without sporting wood from now on. You’ve given me a plane fetish.” He said
with a boyish grin.

She giggled.
“You do have a way with words, don’t you?”

“One of my many
talents,” he said with a lecherous wiggle of his eyebrows. Then he raised her
chin and kissed her softly and thoroughly.

She opened her
mouth, savoring the tangy taste of herself on his full lips. He pressed his hips
forward and rubbed his denim-covered erection between her legs, grinding his
pelvis into her soft curves as if to imprint himself on her flesh.

Mona gasped as
he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth. He circled
his hips from side to side, causing a deep tingling between her legs and in her
breast. The twin sensations washed over her, making her feel both desperate and
electrified. Surely he would take her soon? She couldn’t take much more of this
but this man seemed intent on drawing out their pleasure to a ridiculous degree.