It's amazing how many times in life a song will sum up your day completely.
TISM's "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" summed up the day I got dumped by my first 'real' girlfriend. Jebediah's "Leaving Home" played the day I drove to my first day of UNI. As for today, let's just say I don't think Craig Nicholl had had quite my day when he penned The Vines' "Fuck The World" (he was probably just high).
Everything that could go wrong, had...
Plane ticket nowhere to be seen - check.
Passport doing the Houdini - check.
Proposal paperwork strewn across the house - check.
Murphy's Law be damned...
"Dude, slow it down some," my ever helpful housemate and business partner, Markus, said calmly, peering over the top of the morning paper.
"How about you get off the bloody floor and help? It is just slightly also your future that depends on this pitch going well," I snapped, possibly just a bit too sharply.
Markus and I had been working on a concept for a PC game since graduation as 3D artists two years ago. We converted part of the story into a short 'mod' for the Half Life 2 Steam engine, and gained publicity through online forums, eventually leading to an offer to pitch the game to Valve Technologies. How I presented myself (and the mod) to the executives would lead to life being either very easy or very difficult for myself and Markus over the next year - we had invested quite alot of our own money into it's development.
"Dude! Chill, breathe..."
"Sorry, but I can't find my stuff, and how long have I got now?" I asked, glancing hurriedly at my watch and almost tripping over a blue overnight bag in front of the coffee table.
... A BLUE overnight bag...
"The plane leaves in 80 minutes, and If you had been listening instead of running around like a chook minus the head, you'd have heard me say I put all the appropriate documents in your luggage. Your passport's with your ticket, which I also mentioned was on the kitchen table." Markus said slowly and calmly.
"Oh, right..."
"So unless you have anything else you'd like to unduly stress over, let's get you to that plane."
"Dude, sarcasm is my thing... dead-pan is yours," I grinned, grabbing the bag and hurling myself at the door.
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I've never really liked flying, and not because I'm paranoid or afraid; it's just that there are just about 154 other things I would rather do for 14 hours...
However in this instance, the fact that I had a possible million dollar game deal at the other end made it bearable - that and the fact that I was flying business, not cattle-class.
I settled into my seat, put on my iPod and drifted off to some Jack Johnson.
"Do you remember when we first met, I sure do.
It was some time in early September when,
You were lazy about it, you made me wait around.
I was so crazy about you I didn't mind..."
I was awoken by a sudden jerk and a slight scream behind me.
'Shit, just what I need, a bloody "Lost" moment,' I thought.
As the plane jerked around some more, the 'fasten seat-belts' sign came on and a stewardess walked down the aisle to calm the jumpy school-girl in the back.
As she returned, she placed her hand on my shoulder and asked "And you, sir, is everything fine?" in a sweet European accent.
I looked up at her gorgeous Mediterranean face and said in my suavest voice, "Just fine thanks"
"That is good," she said, and bending down to my ear whispered seductively, "Anything I can get you... anything at all... you just call."
Reading her name badge, I responded, "I'll be sure to take you up on that Erika"
As she sashayed away, she turned and winked, before closing the curtains to the stewardess's room slowly.
I was quite taken aback. It might surprise you, but gorgeous European nymphs were not in the habit of hitting on me, so I was quite pleasantly surprised - and needless to say slightly aroused... okay, VERY aroused.
I sat there for a minute in shock, a dumb grin plastered across my face. Finally, nature's urges called me and I decided a visit to the small room was in order.
I stood gracefully (well, as gracefully as is possible on a plane... which meant of course I stumbled upwards), and strode (hobbled) towards the toilet at the back of Business class. As I passed the stewardess's stall, Erika winked at me, and I dumbly waved back.
Just as I closed the door behind me and turned to the bowl, hoping like hell not to find a 'wee beige jobby' (Billy Connelly is a God), there was a slight knocking sound coming from the other side. I opened the door slightly and was greeted by a smiling Erika, who slipped in quietly sealing the door behind her.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she groaned, "I'm so-o-o horny"
"Join the club!" I said, laughing slightly.
"Oh, I'd love too" She said, licking her lips seductively.
"Huh... wha..." I stammered, only to be silenced by Erika's lush lips enclosing mine.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Erika moaned into my mouth, slipping her tongue past my teeth. She tasted delicious, and smelled so sensual... her expensive designer perfume was alluringly intoxicating. We continued to make out for about a minute or so, until I pulled back to take in her beautiful and now rather flushed features.
She was stunning! A petite, athletic brunette with striking green eyes and the reddest natural lips I had ever seen. She wore only a light amount of blush, eye shadow, and mascara... nothing more, letting her perfectly tanned face make up the rest. Such a nice change to the overly caked fashion most stewardess seemed to prefer. She wore a tight smooth white blouse, navy jacket and a hip hugging navy skirt. The outfit was topped off with a short black-and-white striped neck tie that emphasized her natural bust, and black heels. She came up to my eyes with the heels on, and would have been about 5"5' naturally.
"Like what you see?" she giggled naughtily, slowly winding a strand of hair around the index finger of her right hand, like a naughty school girl.
"Oh, you know I do!" I said, pulling her in to me for another kiss.
As our tongues danced the erotic two step, Erika's left hand snaked its way to my zipper and set to work lowering it. Moaning into her mouth, my own hands slid to her top and started at the top two buttons.
Pulling back and grinning wildly, Erika said "No, Baby, no time for that..." and proceeded to shake off her skirt, throwing it at me and covering my face. Removing it slowly, I was greeted by a well tanned, neatly trimmed European pussy.
"Now I definitely do like what I see" I laughed, inducing a giggle from Erika.
I pulled her in close for another long kiss, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. As she came up for air a second time her hands moved to my belt and pants. She must have had magician lessons, because before I knew it they had both disappeared, and we were once again locked in a ferocious embrace.
"God, I love Business class..." I moaned as I kissed my way down Erika's neck.
"Mmmmmm, me too. This is so nice, but we better hurry," she said, stroking my groin through my briefs, and looking into my eyes mischievously.
If you've ever had the pleasure of joining the Mile High club, you probably have done so in the toilet, and thus know quite intimately that it is not the most spacious or comfortable place to get it on. Erika and I awkwardly repositioned ourselves so that she was leaning against the sink and I was between her and the door, then resumed our pashing. She had so much vigor, it was amazing! If it could be possible to suck someones tongue out of their head, I would have been a very happy mute. Eventually Erika grabbed my (now extremely happy and hard) cock, and positioned it at the entrance of her glistening pussy.
She rubbed the head up and down on her lips, lubricating it up, then slowly slid it in her glorious opening.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck me baby!" she grunted, as I slid in to the hilt. Erika's pussy was absolutely soaked! I could tell she was horny from the look in her eyes, and the fact her nipples were almost poking my own eyes out, but DAMN!!! Oh so wet!
I took a couple of seconds to get accustomed with her tightness, and warmth, before I started humping her in a slow rhythm. "God, this is naughty!" I said, looking into her wild eyes, as my cock slid in and out of her wetness.
"But... Oh... So... Fuck... -ing... Gooooooood!!!" Erika grunted, matching our rhythm. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She responded with wild abandon, wrapping her arms and legs around me, fingernails clawing at my back, and moaning into my mouth. As I pummeled her with all I had, Erika moved her lips to my left nipple and started licking, and gently biting in between her moans.
I brought my hands up to her pert breasts, and fondled them lovingly. I tweaked her nipples which caused her to breath in sharply with arousal. My eyes met hers again as this happened, and they were so stunningly beautiful... so innocent, yet naughty at the same instant. As we shared the moment, our lips gravitated back towards each other. God, she tasted amazing!
It had been so long since I'd last been laid, and an even longer time since I had been laid so expertly! Erika's natural beauty and wild personality was so refreshing that I forgot myself, grunting "I Love Business Class!!!" at what in the confined and public space was too loud.
"Oh shit!" I whispered, only to be answered by Erika's mischievous giggle and wicked smile.
"Don't worry, fuck them"
"I'd rather fuck you" I laughed, and continued to do so.
I was so horny from this unexpected encounter, I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Much to Erika's chagrin, I pulled back again from our embrace and groaned "God... Don't know how long I can last... Sooo Good!"
