Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you?
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I sat slumped over my laptop, almost working on instinct as I jabbed at the keyboard of my new laptop. I could feel the fatigue working its way onto my face as I tried to focus on the blurry screen in front of me. I had been working on my latest erotic fic with Kaley Cuoco from The Big Bang Theory. The story was that she met a guy on the beach, fucked him in the water, and then gave him anal under the pier, but I had hit a brick wall. As I was editing the paragraph, I was seemingly deleting words at random, as I waited for the latest on my flight.
I had traveled to New York for a vacation and was now looking to fly home with a brief stop over in Los Angeles to visit some family. Typically, whenever I wanted to write something I would struggle to put anything to paper but as soon as I went away, I would be able to write dozens of paragraphs. It was a funny thing but my fans wanted to see it and I felt obliged. Luckily, the weather in New York hadn't been too great so I was able to get a lot of work done inside my hotel room.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back and tried to visualize the scene in my head. What sort of positions would they get up to while they were in the water? Having never actually fucked in the water, I was unsure of how the dynamic would actually work. I put myself in the place of the guy, where would I put my hands on her body? Her tits? Keeping hold of her fantastic ass? Should she get into it in the water or want me to fuck her hard on the beach? Should I swim with her to the beach and do her like that? If so, how should I position her? Grip her legs and put them on my shoulders to get deeper into her?
There were too many variables dancing around in my head, I stifled a yawn and looked around the airport's lobby. The attendant at the desk had told me that the flight was going to be light so I had been told to go straight to the gate. Me being the ever-panicky flyer, I had turned up at least three hours before the flight. Still, it gave me plenty of time to write more of the fic.
There were not many people waiting for the flight. The occasional family was sitting down disappointed at the lack of action with the plane. We had heard that there had been some sort of storm in Los Angeles and it was stopping the flight from taking off for the time being anyway. I rubbed my eyes quickly and peered behind me, there was a cute blonde girl sitting directly behind me. She looked familiar but I could not place her, she could have been the Queen but I felt my brain was melting.
Closing my eyes, I twisted my hips and went back to writing. Getting a creative spurt, I started to tap rapidly at the keyboard getting another paragraph out of it. In the story, I had carried Kaley out of the water and landed her onto the beach. Her legs had gone onto my shoulders and I was fucking her deeper. I looked into describing how the warm sand clung to her body, as she would writhe under my thrusting hips. After several conversations over 'Instant Messenger', I had decided with another author that Kaley would use 'Sweetie' like her character, Penny, typically does when talking to a male cast member.
As I typed the name 'Kaley' onto the document, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw it was the girl from earlier. Her long blonde, sun kissed hair was loose around her shoulders while a loose, white top hung off of her curvy body. Her long legs were decorated with a pair of cut-off denim shorts while her feet had on a pair of white sneakers matched up with white socks. She had a pair of fancy, expensive sunglasses covering her eyes but she looked familiar and as if a light bulb went off above my head and I realized who she was.
It was actually her! Kaley Cuoco was sitting behind me and now wanted to talk to me! Sneakily I tried to shut my laptop so she would not see what I had been writing about but she already knew.
"It's OK. I just wanted to know what happens next!" She was the first to speak, smiling as she opened up my laptop again. She made a couple of interested noises as she browsed through the document. Reaching the end, she smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, that's really hot. You've got a real talent for writing."
"Uh... Thanks?" I replied, unsure of exactly how to respond.
She smiled and joined me on my side of the lounge. "You're welcome! That's really hot stuff! Where do you put them up?"
"Literotica.com. I'm the author Blackjack on there..." I started but she excitedly cut me off.
"Oh my God! I love your stuff! That one with Blake Lively was totally hot!" Kaley beamed as she watched me save the document and fold away my computer. "I really kinda like knowing that I'm desired so much."
"Your boyfriend must be a lucky guy then." I said with a smile, acknowledging the fact that she was off the market.
"He's long gone. Broke up in November last year, been single ever since."
"Oh... Well I'm sorry to hear that." I wasn't really but it would be nice for her to hear me say it.
"No you're not!" She teased, jabbing me in the shoulder blade as she sat down next to me. "Still, at least I get to hang out with more cute guys now." She said with a smile as an airport attendant stepped behind the desk near the seats. The woman picked up the phone and took a deep breath before talking into the phone.
"Attention all customers flying on Virgin Atlantic flight VS15 due to adverse weather conditions in Los Angeles the flight has been cancelled. We are willing to honor any tickets and offer a free exchange to a later flight. Please see the ticket desk for more details." There was a sound of disappointment in the lounge as Kaley sighed heavily. She looked over at me and smiled.
Kaley tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled. The blonde young woman hooked her thumb under her handbag's shoulder strap and hoisted it up back onto her shoulder. "So, we need a hotel and a new flight... I think the bar needs a visit don't you?"
What an excellent idea.
We stood up and made our way over to the ticket desk. Ready to swap over our flight we'd then be able to prop the bar up as we looked for a place to stay tonight. The line steadily moved as people made their complaints known to the customer rep working behind the desk. Rolling my eyes, I knew exactly what she was going through working in retail myself. Every thing's your fault with asshole customers like them.
We got to the front of the line and gave her our sympathies, she smiled and thanked us. She found us a flight at six fifteen in the morning; she booked us in and bumped my ticket up to first class free of charge. Pleased with myself, I thanked her and we left the line.
"Great, so where's the bar?" Kaley asked as we left the airport lounge.
"Wasn't it at the start with the rest of the restaurants?" I asked, hoisting my carry on bag onto my shoulder. She clicked her fingers and nodded her head in agreement.
"Right! Let's go!" She said with a smile, hooking her arm in mine she half dragged, half led me down to the entrance of the airport. Finding a small wine bar called 'Woods' we made our way inside, sitting at the bar we ordered a bottle of white and shared it as we tried to find alternate lodgings. I was jabbing at my phone trying to find a vacant hotel for us to stay in.
"I've got one. One room left! I'll book it, and I can take the bath or something." I announced to her, she was about to protest when I jabbed at the screen and booked it.
"Done!"
"Great. At least let me get the cab." She said with a smile as I nodded.
