With her job, Fiona Williams travelled a lot. She found short flights just as tiring and frustrating as the bus or the subway. Hot, sweaty passengers herded and corralled like cattle, in fact, worse than cattle. Long haul, with more time and more space, was quite another story. She was determined to enjoy her seven hour flight to New York.
She knew the cost of trans-Atlantic business class was a bit of a rip-off but the feeling of luxury was wonderful. The champagne and the pampering were a sensual pleasure. Flying like this was an escape from everyday pressures, no phone calls or people wanting to talk to you.
Fiona watched the cabin attendants start to serve lunch and ran her fingers lazily through her curly blonde hair as she stretched her cramped shoulders. She was pleased of the excuse to close her laptop and stow it under the seat in front of her.
Her presentation had been agonised over, corrected and polished a thousand times already and, even so, she would have plenty of time in the hotel to go over it yet again. Now it was time to forget daily life and relax. Medium height and slim, plane seats were like comfortable armchairs for her. In the anonymity of the cabin, she liked to cocoon herself with her thoughts or curl up with her bare feet tucked into her bottom and read a book.
She thought the pretty flight attendants looked so poised and sexy in the white blouse and cinch waisted dark skirt of their uniforms. Their bra straps were quite evident through the tight cotton of their shirts, hinting at naughtiness. Like dominatrix, with their immaculate hair and perfect make-up, they strode around the plane in dark nylons and heels creating unattainable erotic fantasies for the big-hitter, male passengers, strapped-in and restrained.
When she was served, Fiona noted with amusement that a glimpse of bra was visible as the attendant leaned forward to put her meal down. She wondered naughtily how many erections would be hidden under white linen covered tray-tables.
She enjoyed her meal. The food was as good as you could expect in the air and, after two glasses of very fine red wine, Fiona was sipping her black coffee together with a large cognac. Life was good she thought, very good, except ...
Except her non-existent love life. A twenty nine year old, red-blooded woman shouldn't have the sex life of a nun, she told herself. However successful her career, it didn't compensate for sleeping alone every night these days. How she longed to feel sensitive fingers on her body, smell and taste a man in the throes of his orgasm.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. Blonde, light brown eyes and quite attractive, even if she said it herself, she just couldn't seem to meet men. Well, that wasn't strictly true she thought. She met enough attractive bed fodder. It was just she couldn't seem to get them into bed.
The in-flight movie, some second rate family comedy as usual, didn't interest her at all. She fished in her computer bag and found the plastic sack. It had been a wicked, last minute purchase in the airport bookshop that made her feel deliciously sinful. Holding the book carefully to make sure that no-one could see the cover, she started to read.
'They met in a bar one lunch time and Virginia was swept off her feet. Damian was passionate and impulsive and had become her lover that same day. Since she had been with the charismatic, handsome man there had been this constant aching desire for his body.
Just thinking of him, which was now an almost permanent obsession, made her lubricious and her swollen nipples chafed against the fabric of her thin dress. As she drove home in the summer sunshine, she remembered the wonderful sensation of being filled and stretched by his large penis and she felt the heat mount between her thighs.
She found him in the yard, sitting on the grass in the shade of a maple tree. The sunlight filtering through the leaves made swirling patterns on his black curly hair and strong features. Lost in his own world, his high cheekbones and rugged jaw made him look powerful and wild, she thought.
For a moment, she imagined being spread naked across his knee while he spanked the taut, fleshy globes of her bottom. The idea shocked her as he had never lifted a finger against her, but her ass cheeks tingled with pleasure at the fantasy of being sexually dominated by Damian.'
Fiona finished her brandy and asked for a second one. The petite brunette flight attendant bent over to put the small bottle on the tray table beside her and Fiona stared at the girl's shapely, skirt clad rear. She mentally stripped off the uniform skirt and panties and pictured the pert white buttocks being proffered for a lover to turn a hot rosy pink.
The girl's sex lips would engorge as the smacks landed, Fiona imagined, and glistening juices would seep down her inner thighs as the round cheeks of her pretty bottom glowed red.
"Can I get you anything else, ma'am," asked the attendant as she straightened up.
"Err, no, no, that's all, thanks."
Fiona blushed deeply as she suddenly realised she'd been having a sexual fantasy about another woman. Not only about a woman, she realised with a shock, but a submission fantasy completely against her natural instincts.
"God," she told herself, "I'm getting perverted. Somehow, someway, I need to get screwed, and soon."
She sighed, picked up her book and began reading again.
'The sun burnt down on Virginia's bare shoulders as she approached Damian. He became aware of her and, looking up, stretched his hands out to her hips to pull her close to him. He buried his head into her belly and Virginia could feel his warm breath through the thin cotton of her summer dress.
She gripped his head, her fingers entwined in the tight, black curls of his hair, as she breathed in his heady scent; a mix of summer sweat and the musky fragrance from the crotch of his jeans. Her body responded. She needed him urgently; needed the satisfaction of taking him deep inside her.
Reaching behind her, Virginia unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. She stood naked in front of him, the sun now playing all over her back and the hot rays burning into the dark crease of her ass.
Wordlessly, keeping his eyes on the swollen pink vulva in front of him, Damian unbuttoned his shirt and slithered out of his jeans. He saw her rampant clitoris escape from its fleshy cover as he let his erect cock spring from his briefs.
Virginia virtually pounced on him, pinning his shoulders to the ground as she swung her bare thighs across his muscular torso. She was dissolving, her molten lust seeping from her pussy. She could feel the slickness as she ground her sex lips on the taut abdomen beneath her.
When his hands cupped the stretched swells of her buttocks, she moaned, as fingers teased the gaping cleft, toying with her puckered anal opening. She slid down until the fine blonde hair on her mound was pressing hard into his black wiry pubic bush.
Damian's lips flicked one of her erect teats making her catch her breath and sigh. She could feel her breasts swell as the tantalising tongue alternated between the hard pink tips of her nipples. She couldn't wait any longer.
She pressed her breasts hard against his chest as her hand went round behind her ass to guide his hard cock into her cleft. After allowing her to massage his penis between her pussy lips for a while, Damian suddenly bucked his hips and thrust his rigid cock deep into the willing woman's cunt. She cried out in pain-pleasure as she experienced the brute force of his penetration.
Virginia raised herself until the large cock was almost withdrawn, then plunged down, angling her pelvis so that the lubricated purple head slid across the hard nub of her clitoris. She started pumping rhythmically. With each down stroke she gasped when she felt his penis butt against her cervix.
Virginia
was lost now. Hot waves of pleasure flooded through her as the hard cock fucking her cunt sent spine tingling sensations to her nipples. She felt the iron hard penis quiver and swell inside her and the unstoppable force of her climax began sweeping through her. She bucked and shook as she felt his hot cum explode deep in her belly and fell forward to lie, exhausted, on his chest.'
Fiona tossed the paperback aside carelessly, closing her eyes and sighing, and leant back on the headrest. She tilted her seat back slightly.
It had been a silly mistake to buy the book, she realised now. She had thought it might ease the sexual hunger gnawing inside her but it was just making her even more frustrated. Before they got to JFK, she knew she would have to go to the bathroom to take care of her urgent need for release.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked round the cabin. Her jaw dropped and she felt her face start to burn as she noticed properly, for the first time, the man in the aisle seat beside her. He was studying a book, her book, with what appeared to be great interest.
Fiona was mortified. This man, not much older than her, now knew that the respectable, blonde woman sitting next to him had been reading a dirty book. In the non-descript white T-shirt and black spandex leggings she was travelling in for comfort, he wouldn't think for a moment that she was a highly regarded equity trading manager with a large investment bank.
She hadn't bothered to study him before but, now she paid him some attention, he was really quite striking. Tall and powerful looking, his lightly tanned face was framed by neat, short, light brown hair. In his pale pink shirt and grey slacks he looked suave and sophisticated, Fiona thought.
There was an indefinable aura about him too. Fiona couldn't decide whether it was just an inner core of steel or something more mysterious, more dangerous. He was having an instant effect on her. Her arms became gooseflesh and the fine, downy hairs stood on end.
Sensing her regard, the man turned to look at her, and Fiona sucked in her breath. Smiling, sapphire blue eyes were piercing through her. The intensity of his gaze seemed to strip her bare, body and soul, exposing her innermost thoughts and feelings for his inspection. He finally spoke.
"Excuse me; I think this is your book. It slipped on the floor when you put it down."
The strong, deep, velvety voice seemed to almost caress her. Fiona was mesmerised by the attractive New England accent.
"Oh, err, yes," she managed to burble in embarrassment and held out her hand.
The man made no effort to return the book but, instead, looked down again at the cover, then turned it over in his long, slim fingers.
"Virginia's Dark Desires; I thought it was only us men, with our dirty raincoat mentality, that liked this kind of thing."
"Well, it was only just a bit of silly fun to while away the time on the plane," replied Fiona, not knowing why she felt she had to justify herself to this man.
"Anyway, it's a series of erotic fiction for women, not the kind of thing most men would want to read, I suppose."
He laughed quietly and, watching the little creases appear at the corners of his mouth and eyes, Fiona felt her heart pound in her chest.
"So I see. It says here that it's written by women for women. Do you really think there's a great difference between male and female sexual fantasies, then?"
