Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fucks Her In The Air: #7

"I second that," Mom agreed, looking at Ellie fixedly the whole time.

I wondered if just by putting the two of them together I had set the spark that would rekindle their intense and adventurous past. "I third it," I added, "too bad we don't have any booze to toast this new beginning." "Well, that can be rectified rather easily," Miranda smiled. "Follow me."

We all followed her down a side hallway leading to a door with no sign of what was behind it where a big security guard stood. Miranda said simply, "They're with me, Hank."

"Of course, Ms. Collington, it's great to see you again," the formidable guard replied, his stern demeanor of moments ago gone in a flash.

He carded open the door and we entered a well-appointed room that was apparently where the rich and famous waited for their flights. "Welcome to Shangri-La," Miranda announced, extravagantly waving her hands in the air like a Price is Right model.

Strange but true, her pose had my cock erect in a heartbeat. Calm down, boy, I said to myself, desperate to hold out until we were in the air. As I scanned the room where a few well-dressed men and women stood or sat drinking while waitresses attended them dressed in maid outfits, black pantyhose, frilly white caps and all, I said in disbelief, "I didn't even know such a place existed."

"You aren't, or rather weren't supposed to," Miranda winked and flicked me in the nose.

"Ow!" I said reflexively, although it didn't hurt.

"You are such a wuss! You're my wuss but still," she teased, before adding, loud enough for Mom and Ellie to hear, "Thank God for your big dick."

I quipped, "I thank God every day for that, too."

"You bad boy," she purred, before adding seductively, "you know we have almost an hour to kill."

"For God sakes get a room," Ellie said, annoyed by our playful banter.

"That's what I was trying to imply," Miranda countered.

right here," I

she always is and putting on a show for the still clueless Ellie, asked,

wait till we get to

her tone indicating her own opportunism was already underway,

to be hard, pardon the pun, for me to hold out much longer, "I

umm... reminisce about the past. I don't think we've shared a room since our college days. Have we, Alexis?" Mom's face went beet-red. Clearly she wasn't

Miranda concluded. "Now who

three very attractive women, toasted, "To new beginnings." Ellie, her tone broadcasting to the other three of us that her head was spinning with the possibility of making

to me, confirmed the toast, setting herself up as a helpless gazelle for the hungry cheetah

added, playing the obnoxious

New Year's Eve type toast, each of

music had stopped being either good or original. We all agreed it was the end of the eighties, when our flight was announced as boarding. Miranda called for one more round of shots which we quickly downed, and in a

had the window seat in the front row of first class, while Ellie had the other window seat, meaning Miranda and I could still chat across the aisle. The stewardess

started the sexual innuendos rolling by asking our flight attendant, whose name tag read Dana, "So I have to ask you

a girl?" Miranda asked with a

went cherry red I explained, "She's making a joke because you look like Katy

read people, asked a follow up,

"please fasten your

yes... we most certainly are." Turning to Ellie, Miranda asked, "Think I can get her to eat

doubt it. She was

mortified I could tell she was a cunt-licker," a tipsy

don't think

bet?" Miranda challenged, confident she

05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Sure," Ellie agreed, confident there was no way the stewardess would risk her job.