It all began on the plane. He was sitting across from me on the aisle. As sometimes happens, we locked eyes, and I blushed before diverting my glance away. He had seen me staring and I was flustered, and yet I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I pretended to read the magazine that was in the pocket before me, but I continued to steal glances and I caught him doing the same with me.
I felt hot. The cabin was cool, and yet I was flushed and my panties were becoming wet with my own oily fluids. Try as I would, I couldn't stop myself and I lay my magazine down with my hand under it. My fingers were hidden as I let them slowly stroke the fabric of my slacks and the trembling sensations took control of my body.
I stared at him, and imagined all sorts of wonderful things. How he would stand over me and look down and speak with a commanding voice, ordering me to touch myself so he might watch me.
Then perhaps he would approach me and hold his hard manhood clenched in his hand and tell me to kiss it. Or perhaps to gently suck him until he began to ooze his clear pre-cum into my thirsting mouth.
Mmm I thought, would he demand that I cum so he may watch me? Would he perhaps stroke himself as he watched me writhe and twist before him? Would I watch as he suddenly moaned my name, "Adriana," Then suddenly begin to spurt his milky fluid in arching jets that spattered over my breasts?
I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly he was with me. He had moved from his seat and taken the vacant one just behind me. He leaned over the back of my seat and whispered.
"The stewardess tells me your name is Adriana. I know this is stupid, and very forward of me, but something compelled me to meet you. I've always had this feeling that I'd meet you someday, and perhaps this is that day. Am I making any sense at all, Adriana?"
I was dumbfounded. My hand was hidden and yet very wet and slippery from the moist spot that had formed over my pussy. The object of my thoughts was quietly whispering in my ear, and I was on the verge of having an orgasm over him.
"Umm, I think your making sense, err, what is your name?"
"Blake, Adriana, just some fool who is smitten by a very attractive young lady who hides her hand under her magazine."
I wanted to die. He knew. Did I moan, I wondered. Did he see my fingers as they danced across the seam of my slacks? Or possibly he noticed my other hand as it rubbed my breast. Anything was possible, and yet, with him I felt like a child trying to make up excuses.
"Will you be staying anywhere in particular when we arrive? I mean, I haven't decided where to stay myself, and I was wondering if, perhaps we may be staying at the same Hotel if there is a room available."
I was breathing hard. Momentary flashes of what might be, crossed my mind, and I squirmed as another gush of wetness crept from within me, only to be slowly absorbed by my panties.
"Yes, oh yes, the Marriott I believe. I imagine they have rooms, and yes it would be very nice if you stayed there I think."
I was stumbling over my own words and again that hot flash. I hadn't noticed the plane landing and suddenly everyone was standing up. He moved into the aisle and stood next to me. Then he reached out and took my hand. The hand that had been hidden under my magazine. It was still wet and I desperately wanted to draw it away, yet couldn't.
HE KNEW! He was in my mind and he knew me. I was hopelessly infatuated with this man, this young man called Blake, and I wanted him.
With our bags stowed, we shared a ride to the Hotel and he checked in to the room adjoining mine. I was walking on air, my feet not touching the ground and my mind continued to fabricate wonderfully detailed scenarios of what might be.
The porter took our bags and Blake took me to the bar and we spent long quiet moments just gazing into each others eyes. I noticed him bring his hand to his mouth once or twice, and thought: "does he taste or smell my fervor. Do I leave a scent that excites him?"
Walking to our rooms, we see our bags sitting in the hallway outside the doors and using our keycards, each enter our own little world.
I needed desperately to shower. I was so tense and excited that I must have reeked with the scent of desire. And as always I needed to calm myself down. For that there is only one way. I quickly toweled myself off and went to my small overnight bag and drew out my vibrator.
Laying down on the bed I spread my legs wide and began by slowly caressing my throbbing pussy. My system never varies, it works and it has become a well rehearsed scenario.
When I feel myself begin to tremble and my pussy begins to slowly contract, I let my free hand wander to my breasts. Though only a B cup they are very firm and petite, yet very sensitive to the touch. Soon my nipples become hard and that warm flow of sensations that seem to join my breasts with my Cunt begins and I need to cum. My eyes close and I imagine Blake standing near watching me. I'm excited beyond imagination and my fingers dance over my pussy and delve in. Now stroking, now twisting and turning, and I want to scream out his name.
My breath comes in short gasps and I thrust my ass up, pressing three fingers firmly against the upper juncture of my inner labia. Rapidly I swirl my fingers round and round, feeling the beginning surges of delirious sensations take hold. My ears roar and I hear his voice.
"Cum for me Adriana! I need you to cum for me. Go faster, sweetheart. Move your fingers faster for me! Do it, I need it too."
I heave up. I'm going to cum in my hand and I scream his name out. "Blake. Ooooh Blake." I toss my head to one side and open my eyes. He's standing there. The door between our rooms is open and he's standing there with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
I'm gasping and I can't stop myself. I'm cumming and I have no control. I stare at his face, than down at his cock. His towel has fallen to the floor and he stands like some statue of Adonis with his hard erect cock reaching for the sky.