The business trip to Detroit was last minute and I was just throwing things into my suitcase to get ready to leave. "This shit sucks" I mumbled to myself thinking that my whole weekend was in the toilet now. Having to fly to Michigan to straighten out the books for some dumb ass company that didn't know the General Accounting Principles from a hole in the ground was not my idea of fun. Grabbing my laptop I headed out the door, making sure to lock it on my way out. At least my next paycheck would be looking pretty good I thought to myself.
After catching my cab and scrambling through the airport and security, I finally landed in my seat on the plane with a huge sigh of relief. Getting to fly first class was also another very rare perk that I made sure I would get for doing this weekend job and I was really going to make the most of it. The flight attendant approached me and asked me what I wanted so I ordered a vodka/grapefruit and proceeded to kick back and relax.
It was 5:30pm on Friday and I didn't have to meet with the Chief Financial Officer until the next morning so I would be enjoying all the free drinks I wanted on this flight. The stewardess came back with my drink and I took a sip, laid my head back and closed my eyes. Feeling the tension slowly drain away, I took another drink and crossed my long shapely legs and pushed my long black, wavy hair back over my shoulder.
The plane was in the air now and I had half finished my drink when I started to take notice of the few other privileged first class fliers. My eyes passed over an older gentleman that had the look of "CEO" written all over him and his assistant was seated next to him. My eyebrows arched way up when I noticed where his hands were on her. "Cheating Ass" was all I could think of when I saw the wedding band on his hand but I still couldn't tear my eyes off of the erotic action they were enjoying. His hand slid higher and higher up her thigh closing in on her pussy with each pass. She wore thigh high black stockings under her prim business suit and he was way above the top band of the nylons. I started shifting in my seat as I felt my own panties getting damp. I moved my eyes off from the amorous couple thinking I didn't need to be getting horny way up here or I would have to end up going to the bathroom and earning my first Mile High Club miles by myself.
As my eyes scanned the other seats, I noticed that there was only one other passenger in this elite section of the plane. He was around my age (early to mid 30's) and had the most beautiful familiar blue eyes which held a sadistic humor that was directed at me. He had seen me ogling the couple who were getting busy and thought that it was funny that I was being turned on with my voyeuristic activities. My eyes flashed and I deliberately turned my head away from him and got back to my drink. He looked so familiar to me but as I sat there thinking trying to figure out who he was I noticed the older man leave his seat and head to the bathroom. Surprised at their boldness, I watched his little assistant saunter back to the same bathroom to join him a minute later. "Like we wouldn't know what they were doing" I chuckled to myself. Then it came to me who he was as my eyes connected with the younger man again, Marshall Mathers. I should have noticed it right away with the cocky look on his face, his beautiful eyes, sensual mouth and bleached blond hair. With his slim build and sexy well-known face, I was floored that I didn't recognize him right off the bat.
Seeing the recognition dawn over me he stood up and sauntered over to sit next to me. "So you know who I am, do you?" he said. "Yeah" I replied. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing" he asked. "Good, definitely good" I laughed. "You looked like you wanted to be doin' what them guys are, what do you say?" he chuckled as his hand caressed my thigh in about the same manner that the older gentleman had been doing 10 minutes earlier.
"Boy are you sure of yourself" I told him. "We can try it but I have to ask you - what should I be screaming when you make me cum, Marshall, Em, or Shady!" He roared with laughter and grabbed my hand pulling me over onto his lap letting me feel the vibrations of his humor. Still chuckling he leaned closer and placed his lips against mine so softly it was like the caress of a butterfly kiss. "With a sense of humor like that, this flight is going to be over too fast I think. Oh and call me Marshall, that's the only name I want to hear you scream." He ground out as his lips took full posession of mine.
My mind was whirling again; man I can't believe that I am making out with HIM. All I could think about was that this was something for the masturbation books. My hand reached up and caressed the back of his neck as his hands quickly made work of the buttons down the front of my business attire which consisted of a black button down blazer, mid-thigh skirt, nylons and heels. "Man, clothes like this make my dick so fuckin' hard" he groaned and he was right – I could feel the rigid length of his cock rubbing against my backside as he fondled my breasts.
