The 747 came to cruising altitude at 28,000 feet after taking off from Kennedy. The plane banked and headed out over the Atlantic Ocean. Behind, the sun was just starting to set in the west as I looked out my window.
The first class cabin was full. The flight attendants were just starting to make their rounds. Of course, us passengers fortunate to sit in first class were served first and given everything we wanted for free. Well, not free. We had been charged a hefty sum for the privilege of having the extra twelve inches of legroom.
Kelly was seated next to me. She was the only one of my angels who was accompanying me on this trip. Not one use to traveling in the past, and especially not use to international travel, I found this first trip extremely fascinating. I was like a kid on his first plane ride. I was so excited and had not felt this way since I was nine.
Our drinks arrived, carried by an older but very attractive flight attendant. I had ordered a vodka and Coke and Kelley got her favorite which was a Bloody Mary. At that moment I had no worries. I had been rich for slightly over one month and I was off on my first business trip. What a feeling it was!
Kelly brushed her long red curls out of her face and gave me a smile. She thought it was humorous how I got excited over this pending trip. She had been laughing at me and making fun with me for a week since we had scheduled the excursion.
"Still afraid to fly, Charlie?" she teased me.
"I'm not afraid," I said in mock self defense. "I am filled with anticipation."
"Thanks again for understanding me, Charlie," she said and leaned across the seat to brush my lips with her own. She was so beautiful and exotic looking I started getting a boner right then and there.
Kelly was leaving my employment. She had been with my uncle for several years, but had worked for me for only the one month since my uncle died and I inherited everything he owned. This included Kelly and her two beautiful friends.
Her contract was up in two weeks and these would be her last two weeks with me. She had been very well compensated over the years, and told me she had seven figures in her savings account. This was quite good for a girl who was only twenty-four-years of age, and one who had been a poor immigrant from the Ukraine.
Kelly was engaged to be married, and marriage would be one thing that might put a crimp on her style as one of my three personal relaxation consultants, and so I completely understood why she had to leave. I was sorry to see her go, and sorry to see her get married. I loved her myself, and if it hadn't been for my other two angels I might very well have tried settling down with her. But I was worth close to a billion dollars now, and I was only twenty-five myself. The opportunities were endless.
Our drinks arrived in first class, and I continued to stare out the window. There was nothing to see out there now, not even clouds. The sun had set and all I could see was pitch black space, but I knew several miles beneath the ocean was below us and whizzing by at over five hundred miles an hour. I got quite a rush from this feeling, and the drink intensified it further.
"You know Kelly," I said. "I went to Canada once when I was a kid with my parents. That was the only time I've ever been out of the country."
"I think in the last five years I've been around the world ten times with your uncle," Kelly said, sounding nostalgic about my late Uncle Wally. "I love to travel and will miss that part about my job… well that among other things," Kelly gave me a sly look and we both laughed.
"I love to travel, too," I said. "I've always wanted to see the world, and now that I finally can I'm going to see every square inch of it."
"Charlie, you know the world is full of beautiful women – angels," Kelly said.
"I know," and I took her hand back in mine and looked into those oval shaped blue eyes. "That's another goal I have; to meet the truly fabulous women in the world and make them my angels."
"You are combining business with pleasure on this trip, Charlie."
"Well you know what Kelly – it feels damn good!"
I was combining business with pleasure. We were headed for the south of France. Kelly was leaving and in the tradition my uncle had started years ago it was time for her to help me find her replacement. Because of the money that we had access to nothing was really an object and we were free to search the world. And search it we had, and with so many beautiful women in the world the choice was not easy.
We decided to check out a very private beach with interesting potential in the Riviera area. This was supposed to be part Club Med, but with more of a swinger feel. I was looking forward to the visit.
"Your uncle had a private plane at one point, but he sold it," Kelly explained to me.
"Why would he do that?" I asked.
"He enjoyed doing certain things in slightly more public places on occasion."
"What things?"
"Oh just things," she said and brought my attention back from staring out the window. "Hey Charlie?" I looked back at my beautiful Kelly. "Are you a member of the Mile High Club?"
"Can't say that I am."
"We should change that."
"Yes. We should."
I knew what was coming. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach did flip-flops. I had enjoyed a wild sex life for the past month, and been laid more than I had in my whole life. However, I was as horny as hell and it didn't matter what I did or how many times I did it when one of my beautiful angels was with me it was always like the first time.
I turned around in my seat and surveyed the rest of first class. The "Open" sign was on and turned to green for the restroom in back. Many of the other passengers were starting to drift off to sleep, or were engrossed in reading.
"Excuse me, Kelly," I said as I unfastened my seat belt and got up, passing by Kelly's seat. We caught each other's eye before I left her.
I made my way back along the aisle. No one paid any attention to me. I opened up the door to the little restroom and slipped inside.
The restroom was small and cramped, with barely enough room to turn around. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know if I was really handsome or not. I had on new, and very expensive clothes. I was muscular and without any fat on my body.
Anyway I wasn't there to look at myself. Who gives a shit?
So I sat down on the little toilet seat to wait. Reaching forward I flipped the lock into the open position so that the green light would come back on outside. Now I just had to hope no one else came in here while I waited.
Kelly opened the sliding door and entered the restroom with me. She shut the door behind her and threw the lock. No one had seen her enter. Now we were alone. I had this three by five space, my red haired angel and the next four hours before we landed in Paris.
"You can't come in here. The room is already occupied," I mocked Kelly.
"Oh?" She stood over me and looked down, some air turbulence causing the flight to shift. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I am going to need you to take off your panties."
"I can't do that," she said leaning over me and putting her arms around me.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not wearing any."
Kelly was wearing a nice conservative navy blue skirt for the air travel. The skirt came to just above her knees. She wore a sleeveless blouse and her wild red curls ran down over her pure white shoulders.
She sat down in my lap. We began to kiss. Her tongue bathed my cheeks and under my chin, her hands knitted into my hair. I felt that she was not wearing any underwear. Her legs were spread over me as she sat facing me, and her groin was smashed down against mine. I could feel the damp there and the muscles of her vaginal area as she gripped me between her legs.
My cock sprang to life and quickly was pushing to get out of my pants and pushing up between Kelly's legs. We kissed some, my tongue feeling behind her ear. She smelled of a wonderful perfume fragrance, but I have no idea what it was called. I just know I liked the aroma that flowed off her skin.
My hands went up and down her back, feeling her body beneath her clothing. Our mouths met and then parted for each other. My tongue was atop hers, and then hers on mine.
Kelly arched back while still facing me on my lap. Her legs were still parted, one on each side of me. She looked down to the tremendous bulge in my pants. She reached down for my zipper and neatly pulled it down. Then reaching inside my pants she fooled around with the fly of my shorts until she had my dick in her hand and brought it out.
The men in my family are fairly well endowed. We have big cocks. My uncle was a particular specimen of male muscle with both width and length and Kelly had told me that was yet another reason why she had enjoyed her job with him so much. I was slightly larger than my Uncle Wally. And that was just the truth, no bragging intended.
So when Kelly let my cock out of my pants it sprang a foot into the air, standing up as straight as a flagpole. I watched her eyes grow large as she looked down at me. She ran her hands up and down my length a couple of times feeling my muscle.
Then she stood up on her toes to rise above me. I reached down and held my cock steady at the base for her to mount me. Some more air turbulence shook the plane. Kelly's thighs engulfed me as she sat back down on my lap.
She gave a fairly loud gasp as my penis made initial penetration up into her. She was already wet and her slide down my pole was easy. I saw her face contort as she lowered herself. Her breath came in tiny little in-takes.
I could tell Kelly was near her first orgasm before she even made it all the way down my shaft. Her eyes were open, her mouth was open, and her head was held forward in a sort of shock. I think she always wondered at these times, as did I, how she could take so much meat up inside her body. She was being impaled, actually she was impaling herself, and the pleasure was almost instantaneous.
I took her by the hips after she hesitated and brought her all the way down. I was in her to the hilt. Her vaginal lips were pursed at my base.
We just held like this for a few minutes. We French kissed. I didn't move in her. This was too perfect. I felt her vagina holding me desperately. As we kissed she was gasping and moaning. I could literally feel each orgasm as it swept up from her parted thighs and through her entire body.
I started to thrust up in her and she held me back with a deep gasp. "No wait, Charlie," she said in a strained voice as she tried to control herself. "Let me."
I just kissed her some more and let her hold me. She was scratching my back, I was glad my new shirt was of a high quality material or it probably would have been torn to shreds. I explored her mouth with my tongue and tried to experience with her each orgasm she achieved.
