The first installment of a series chronicling young Patrice's adventures as she explores the world of modeling and her own blossoming sexuality. Patrice is real. This is a combination of her fantasies, my fantasies, and her actual experiences.
Patrice surveyed the large hairy man asleep in the aisle seat. Thank God they were separated by an empty seat between them. Two hours out of San Francisco he had mercifully given up flirting with her and asked the flight attendant for a pillow and blanket. Patrice did the same. It was after midnight.
The full moon above cast a fairyland glow over the bed of billowing white clouds floating below them. It was a glorious sight. She'd never seen anything like it. A shiver of excitement raced up her spine. Fuck sleep! She was headed to New York! New York City! "The Big Apple"! And, Luke! The man of her dreams. The object of her fantasies was waiting there. Waiting to sweep her off her feet.
No more phone sex. No more tantalizing sexting. Finally she would cast her eyes on that perfectly sculpted face, gaze deep into those intense brown eyes, run her hands over that stripped bare, rock hard body. And ride that massive cock til she popped with pleasure. Fuck! She could already feel a puddle in her panties.
Ever since they'd met on-line, several months ago, she'd been longing for this. Not really believing it would happen. Until now, she'd never been past Nevada, much less to the East Coast. Then Luke had discovered her. With thousands of models to choose from, all over the country, he had chosen her. As time went on, and their relationship developed, he demanded that he meet her. That was his way. He would be her master. She would be his slave.
Luke offered her the chance to show her modeling portfolio to the best agencies in the world's fashion mecca. It was an opportunity she had looked forward to all of her 19 years. Now she was on her way, and Luke would show her the ropes. So to speak.
Peering out at the bed of wind blown clouds below, she imagined the shape of a couple wrapped in a tight embrace, undulating, shifting bodies, fucking. She pulled her phone from her purse and found the photos of Luke on Instagram. He was a young god. He posed naked, in silhouette, his face hidden in shadow, his cock erect. She knew he had been thinking of her when he took that picture. Only her. She shook her head to clear it. She'd been obsessing over Luke for way too long.
In spite of her excitement she knew she had better get some rest. So, she pulled the blanket up to cover herself and nestled her head against the pillow, propped against the window. She lay there with her eyes closed... sleep... must sleep... sleep... hopeless... sleep... tick, tick, tick. Time crawled by. One eye popped open, then the other. She squirmed in her seat. She sat up and peeked over the back of her seat. Not a flight attendant in sight. Not even a reading light to be seen! Everyone in the entire fucking plane was asleep but her! Shit!