(This is my first attempt at Celebrity/Fan fiction, let me know what you think.)
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With my job I do a lot of flying. And if I can, I prefer to do my flying at night, on Red Eye's. The airports aren't as busy. Most everyone on the plane is sleeping, or attempting too, so you don't have to worry about holding a conversation with anyone. And, if I'm lucky enough to sleep, I wake up in my destination ready to go, minus a shower.
This flight was looking to be the same as any other. I was seated at the back of the plane, and the nearest person was five rows up. I was going to have the entire row to myself, or so I thought.
Seconds before the door closed a woman with short pink hair large breasts and a lean waist slipped in. She was wearing a tight white tank top and really short shorts. She also had tattoos all over her body.
Suffice it to say, she was hot. I'm not typically big on tattoo's, considering I had a fairly conservative upbringing. But hers, how they crisscrossed in and out of her clothes turned me on almost as much as her tits did.
She also looked really familiar but I couldn't place her. She caught me staring and gave me a coy smile. I blushed, smiled back, and looked down, that was when I realized I had a problem.
On these read eyes I always have the intention to sleep. So, I wear as little as possible to maximize comfort. Tonight I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and long thin pajama bottoms. I hadn't even worn a pair of underwear. The last part I claimed was for comfort, but I secretly get a little bit of a thrill from it.
All of that to say, I had an erection and it was showing. It was at that moment that the woman reached me. She looked me in the eyes and smiled a beautiful smile.
"Hi, I think we're seat buddies." My mind heard her say a different kind of buddies at first.
"I'm sorry?"
She pointed at the seat next to mine and said, "That's my seat."
"Oh, sorry." I apologized and attempted to tuck my legs in so that she could get by.
As she began to scoot by me, several things happened in very quick succession. I got to see her hot butt that she had squeezed into those tiny shorts. The plane began push back, which caused her to fall into my lap. And my arms naturally went around her in an attempt to catch her fall.
Two off these three things made for an awkward situation. First of all, my erection was full force now, and was being cradled in the triangle of her crotch and legs. Which felt amazing, but left me feeling a little horrified as I was sure she could feel and see it if she just looked down.
Which she did. But instead of being offended, she feigned ignorance and said, "I'm sorry, that jolt took me off guard." When she said the word "jolt", she almost imperceptibly twerked her hips. Which made me grip a tiny bit tighter, which leads to the other awkward situation.
When she fell into my lap, I grabbed her tits in an attempt to brace her. When I finally realized where my hands were I attempted to extricate them, but they wouldn't let go. I didn't have much blood in my head at the moment.
"I'm so sorry, I was just trying to keep you from falling."
"It's ok," She said as she gently traced my hands with hers, "These are used to being handled." She massaged my hands into her breasts briefly before kindly removing them. I'm positive I felt pierced nipples underneath the shirt. Which meant no bra.
She stood and moved to her seat, as I quickly lay my book down to cover my seven inch tall and two inch wide erection. I had always been told that girth was typically more important to women than length, and I had yet to hear a complaint. That did make it a little harder to hide though.
"I'm Anna by the way." She said as she reached out a hand.
"Steven." I shook her hand, which turned out to be another attractive thing about her. She did the cutesy girly finger hand shake.
"So, what do you do? I mean aside from feel up voluptuous women on planes.
I blushed in embarrassment, but her smile told me that she was just teasing me.
"I'm a CPA."
Anna's eyes lit up at this. "Me too, or at least, I used to be."
"Oh yea, maybe that's where I know you from."
"I'm sorry?"
"You look really familiar to me, I figure we ran into each other at a conference or something."
"No, it's more likely you know me from my movies."
"Really, you make movies? Anything big budget that I might have seen?"
"No, mainly online streaming."
"Like Netflix?"
Anna smiles at this and says, "No, more like Pornhub."
At this revelation two things happen. One, I blush hard and cover my face. Two, I realize who she is, and all of my favorite scenes of Anna Bell Peaks come rushing to mind.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, I hope you liked my videos."
"Sorry, porn isn't something that I typically talk about, and when I do, it is more in the abstract."
"Then let's talk about it in the concrete."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What's your favorite kinds of porn?"
I swallow hard on the knot in my throat. "My what?"
"Come on it's easy. Look, my favorite is when I get to be aggressive, not violent, but like I take charge and take what I want."
I take a deep breath and decide to participate. "I guess, I like big breasts, obviously." I gesture towards her breasts.
She smiles and brings her arms together to frame and accentuate her breasts, showing me tons of cleavage. I cough and try to think. "Also, lesbians are hot."
"Come on, most guys like those, what's on your kinkier side?"
I take a deep breath and say, "Ok, I like exhibitionism and women who take charge, like you said. I guess it all stems from my strict upbringing. I always felt that I had to hide my desires, and I was always afraid of rejection. So, the opposite of that is women walking around naked in public and seducing the guy."
"I can't say I have ever heard someone psychoanalyze themselves through their porn habits."
I smile and say, "Yea, I tend to be very introspective and over analyze everything about myself and others."
Anna smiles and says, "I find that kind of cute."
"Thanks, and I've always wanted to say, I've always liked you for more than just your great physical attributes. You have this happy positive attitude that you always emit."
This time Anna blushes, which is not something I thought a pornstar could ever do. "Thank you, but it's easy to be optimistic and happy when you love your job."
"So, you actually love your job?"
Anna laughs. "I get paid to have sex. What is there not to like?"
"Does it ever creep you out that millions of men are masturbating to your image, or making you do all kinds of things to them in their mind? I mean, there is probably even a fanfiction that someone is writing right now about you blowing a complete stranger on an airplane."
Anna grins and picks up my book revealing my erection tenting my pajamas. "Is that what you are fantasizing about right now?" I move my hands to cover myself. "Don't, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
My cheeks burn red in embarrassment while my penis is about ready to explode. "As much as I would like that, I think I would make a huge mess if I pulled it out right now. Not to mention all of the repression I told you about."
Anna frowns. "Too bad, that sausage looks really appetizing. And in answer to your question, no. I love to know that millions of men find me that attractive. Think of it a different way. Imagine every woman you met told you how attractive you were."
She made an interesting point, and then she made a hundred more over the next hour as we talked. My erection slowly went away as we started talking about less sexual topics. Like finance and where we grew up.