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“Not much. I read some. You ever read anything by Angela Jollie?” He was a promotional whore and always wanted to get feedback on his books from readers.
The woman shrugged, “I used to. I read a lot of different things from different authors. Her new stuff just hasn’t been as good as her old books.”
The woman continued to pulverize Eugene’s ego with negative comments on his last few books. He never considered himself Hemingway but damn, a few compliments wouldn’t hurt either.
They boarded the plane and parted ways. Who knew what might happen. Maybe he could change her mind about him and his writing by showing her all the great things he could do sexually. The wild and wicked sexual closets in his mind could open and reveal what lust and passion were all about. Basically, he could fuck her into oblivion.
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The flight was a short two-hour hop and skip. That was in a perfect world. This one had a delay because some part of the wing fell off or something. Instead, he ended up sitting in uncomfortable airplane seats and waiting. Most people were asleep but for some reason Eugene couldn’t nod off into dreamland. He decided to write something. The blank document on his laptop stared back at him. The blinking cursor, a constant reminder of his plight.
He hated flying and his nerves took control so he sat on the plane feeling like a vampire. Awake and looking for blood. Well, blood or a strong drink.
He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he found it. Glancing up the aisle behind him, he found a nice pair of legs. The woman in the line was sitting in her seat and Eugene could see her left leg, bared to the split in her skirt. She had taken off her heels and was shifting around in her seat just like he was.
Maybe a quick non-committal fling with this long-legged beauty would inspire him. If not, at least she would ease the growing anticipation in his pants. The swelling reminded him that he needed to take a pee. He adjusted his crotch and quietly got up from his seat. The guy sleeping in the seat next to him was so still and quiet Eugene thought he might be dead.
As he walked down the aisle he made eye contact with the woman he longed for. Her gaze was that of lust and sensual fever. Her legs were slightly parted and the skirt she had on had shimmied up to her thighs.
The top of her blouse was open and a glimmer of perspiration crossed the curve of her chest. In her hands was the book, Hips or Lips he had written a few years ago. She reached her hand up and fanned her neck then squirmed in her chair again as Eugene stood staring at her. He was having an obvious effect on her. He tugged the bathroom door open and went in. The slight tremble of turbulence made him stumble a bit as he flipped the occupied lock. He jerked upright, startled by his reflection in the flickering light.
Eugene felt a sense of pride knowing his words had actually affected this woman, especially after her comments from earlier. Standing above the toilet, he held his hand against the wall to maintain balance and used the other hand to hold something else. Trying to pee with a boner is tough. You either pee on the wall or hold onto something sturdy and let it rip. He decided to think of different things to calm his manly appendage down. He let his mind wander and closed his eyes.
He thought of Niagara Falls, a running water faucet, and a beer tap pouring a pitcher. For a moment he thought that urine and beer on tap looked a lot alike. Then he felt the flow release and sighed heavily.
Anybody who had fought against a boner and an overactive bladder would sympathize with Eugene’s peril.
He washed his hands, showing proper cleanliness technique, and looked at himself in the mirror. What a stud. His hair dark was combed perfectly. With a grin, he recited his favorite line from a debonair man who women adored. “Bond…James Bond.” A tapping on the door made him quicken the drying of his hands.
Opening the small door, he saw her standing in front of him. She didn’t say anything but her breathing was quick and shallow. Her eyes looked into Eugene’s and the intensity of her inner fire scorched his passionate soul. His boner returned quickly, feeling the sexual fever from her simple stare.
The woman forced her way into the tiny bathroom. Her eyes talked for her. She wanted Eugene.
Their mouths met in a dance of tongues and saliva. She was hot and her hands groped at Eugene’s body, tugging and squeezing. Eugene grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the small sink.
The thin fabric of her blouse couldn’t conceal the hardened tips of her nipples poking out, begging to be suckled. With animalistic urgency he to
re her blouse open, revealing the silken lace of her black bra.
Eugene dove forward, licking her nipple through the fabric and causing her to groan. His other hand reached between her legs, seeking her heated heart. She widened her legs, causing her skirt to rise and Eugene found his treasure. As he slid his hand along her inner thigh he could feel the heat and touched the wetness of her flesh. She wore no underwear, which Eugene appreciated, and his fingers began to toy with the opening of her slippery pussy.
This woman was aroused to the point of explosion and Eugene wanted to feel her convulse around his cock as they feverishly fucked. The Mile-High Club needed a new member and he wanted to be the one to join.
Her moaning made Eugene even hotter and hornier. The pressure of his cock pushing against his pants was becoming painful. He was aroused and his blood heated to a boil of desire with lustful anticipation for this beautiful creature. They had cable television channels for this kind of encounter, things like this weren’t reality. Things like this didn’t happen to him. This was the kind of kinky, erotic fantasy usually only found in books, especially his books.
The woman pulled at Eugene’s neck, digging her red fingernails into his skin. Obviously, she wanted more. As their mouths came closer together, his finger slid within the velvety wetness of her tight pussy.
While they kissed, he let his finger swirl in her juices. Her pussy tightened and loosened as his finger delved deeper and moved in a circular motion, widening her inner walls.
She was an inferno of desire and threw her head back. With Eugene’s fingers rubbing her engorged clit, her moans signaled she was close to climaxing. She brushed her fingers along the beads of perspiration across the front of her neck and began to suck on her fingertips, moaning with pleasure.
She unleashed her inner slut, grabbing Eugene’s shirt and yanking him forward. She kissed him lustfully again then pushed him back. He slammed against the door with a loud thud. Her eyes burned with desire as she tugged at his pants, seeing the bulge swelling inside. Her passion rose to an unquenchable thirst for sex.
She finally unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper. Her jaw dropped as she saw his cock for the first time as it stuck out, pointing like a sword. A small dribble of drool trickled from the corner of her lips as she knelt down before him. Her lips were red and moist.
His cock began to throb in anticipation as she hovered above it, teasing the head with her tongue.
She looked up at Eugene, longingly and panting with desire and finally spoke.
