Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series
Caught!
we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 17 explains the clever process Jon uses to draw young women to his bed. All characters are adults over the age of 18.
The Major Dairies Pt 17
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It was mid-afternoon when the jet took off, leaving San Francisco behind. Stephanie thought they should have a meal before leaving, but Jon encouraged her to be hungry when they got on the plane. He knew that first-class passengers always had more than enough to eat and drink, and he knew that enjoying cocktails and food would make the long flight pass faster. Because they were heading east, it would be early evening before they reached their Caribbean destination.
"What do you want to do first?" he asked.
"I don't know. Will it be too late to swim?"
"It's not a good idea to swim in the ocean after sunset. That's when the predators start looking for supper. But we can swim in the pool. The resort has a fabulous pool, and it probably won't be very crowded that late."
"I think I'd like to do that, Your Majesty," she said.
"Then it shall be done, wench," he said.
Stephanie felt wonderful for many reasons, but one of them was that she was half finished with the cocktail she'd been served immediately after take-off. Stephanie wasn't old enough to drink legally, but no one ever asked to see her ID as long if she was with Jon. She was beginning to learn that rich people don't have to follow the rules average people follow. She tried to dress in ways that made her look older, and she did her hair and makeup that way too. Still, it was just plain weird that she was regularly carded when she wasn't with Jon, and she was never carded with him. She realized that the airline considered first-class passengers to be more important because they paid so much more for tickets. They weren't going to do anything to annoy their best customers.
"I suppose we could get dinner after we land," she said.
"I don't think so," Jon said. "We can if you want, but I'm pretty sure our tummies are going to be full by the time we get to the airport."
"Well, we can always do what we always do," she said.
Jon laughed. What a clever way to talk about sex. He laughed a bit more than he would have if his cocktail hadn't been taking effect.
They had a colorful pamphlet that described the resort where they planned to spend the next seven days. There were clubs, shops, restaurants, a beautiful beach, an enormous pool, a gigantic health club. There were classes on everything from yoga to an introduction to the
Kama Sutra.
There were pictures that made it clear couples who took the
Kama Sutra
class were fully clothed. The photos all showed images of young, joyful people, but Jon told her to expect a mix of young and old. Most of the people who could afford a resort like this were younger than them, although Jon expected to encounter plenty of "trust fund babies" using inherited money to jet around the globe from one fun place to another.
In most ways, Jon was a trust fund baby himself, growing wealthier every year as he received his grandfather's inheritance in annual installments. But Jon did more than play. He'd always been studious, and he had no intention of spending his life on one endless vacation. There was a reason that a man who would never need to earn a living felt the need to get a master's degree in French language, literature and history. He saw entertainment and recreation as compelling side dishes, not as entrees.
Stephanie looked out the window, enjoying her first experience seeing earth from 30,000 feet. Despite traveling at 650 miles an hour, the landscape passed below them at a crawl. Large cities looked small. Vast farms appeared as small squares arranged like the patchwork of a crazy quilt. Corn. Soybeans. Wheat.
The flight attendant spent a lot of time keeping their glasses filled and serving them one tasty treat after another. Stephanie was surprised to learn that she could enjoy poached salmon prepared in an airline kitchen. The endless parade of cocktails was less of a surprise, but just as delightful. She and Jon enjoyed the hours of time for casual, unhurried conversation.
When it came time to rest, Jon spread a blanket across their laps and let Stephanie rest her head on his shoulder. She was just beginning to relax when she felt his hand reach up her skirt.
"Jon! What are you doing!?" she asked.
Jon smiled and said nothing. It was obvious what he was doing. His hand went farther and farther up her skirt, stroking her inner thighs as he got closer and closer to the pair of panties that covered her pussy. What, exactly, did he expect to accomplish? It soon became clear what he expected. He expected to play with her, right there, sitting in the first class section of a crowded airplane.
Everything in Stephanie's mind made her want to tell him to stop. This was going too far. Couldn't he wait until they got to the big comfortable bed in their suite? Hadn't they had sex just before leaving for the airport? Did Jon ever feel he'd had enough?
If so, he didn't feel that way now. He just kept smiling as he looked at Stephanie and moved closer to his goal. She didn't say no because she never said no. Over and over, Stephanie had decided that she would be the kind of girlfriend who would never refuse Jon anything. She would never say no, never complain, never question any of his desires. It was all part of her effort to be the sexiest woman Jon had ever known. He was a great boyfriend, he could always find a woman willing to do whatever he wanted, so it was Stephanie's goal to be that kind of woman for him.
