As sure as I was that we would be spending much of the flight across the Atlantic Ocean having Honeymoon sex, it didn't happen. Alexis had that sultry look on her face as we went to the aft cabin on the jet. We undressed each other slowly and sensuously and collapsed in a heap on the bed in a passionate kiss. That kiss dwindled slowly and we both fell asleep with our lips pressed together with her body lying on top of mine. We woke later and pulled ourselves under the covers and drifted back to sleep. My last words were, "Good night Mrs. West. I love you." Alexis giggled, kissed me again and the drone of the engines disappeared into our dreams.
I woke with a start. I wasn't sure where I was. The dream I had been in rapidly dissolved into fragments. Sun was streaming into our compartment. We hadn't thought to pull down the window shades. I checked my watch to see what time it was. It read 5:08 AM. I chuckled to myself. It didn't matter what time I went to bed. I always woke up at five in the morning. As I came to full consciousness, I applied the time zones and calculated that it was after noon Monaco time. Two and a half hours to go.
I pushed myself to the deck and Alexis moaned as I pulled away from her. She mumbled, "Are we there yet?"
I leaned back over the bed and kissed Alexis on the cheeks and said, "Go back to sleep. We have a couple hours to go." She pursed her lips in an air-kiss and rolled away and curled up in a fetal position as she adjusted her pillow. My morning woody only got harder as I gazed down at her. She started her 'poofing' snore and I smiled to myself. I wrapped my fingers around my swollen member and stroked it a few times. I found the lavatory and discovered that there were two new toothbrushes and a shower to go along with the sink and toilet. The shower took a little figuring out but it didn't take long. I showered and dried off as I stood at the sink with a towel around my waist brushing my teeth.
I pulled my clothes on from last night and quietly made my way into the main compartment. I sat down in an aft facing seat on the starboard side of the aircraft and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky. The co-pilot had been correct. Even now, there wasn't much to see except the dark blue Atlantic Ocean.
The pilot appeared with a "Good morning," as he moved to a small alcove behind the cockpit bulkhead. He looked over at me and said, "Would you like Eggs and Bacon?" My stomach growled immediately and I nodded vigorously. The pilot pulled a plastic wrapped Styrofoam tray out of a refrigerator and pushed it into what was probably a microwave oven.
I was surprised at how delicious the eggs and bacon were and I wolfed them down. The pilot repeated his actions for himself and sat down in front of me in a front facing seat and unwrapped his breakfast. Between bites he said, "The jet stream has been good to us. We should be arriving nearly an hour earlier than planned at 1:40 PM. I contacted "Monicair" to let them know of our early arrival so they can have your charter helicopter to Monte Carlo ready. I nodded as I finished my last bite. I wasn't even aware that we had a chartered helicopter to take us from the Cote d'Azur Airport to Monte Carlo. I was still thinking in my old life; we would take the bus. I wasn't sure how Alexis would react to the Helicopter ride. She didn't do well with heights.
Alexis appeared from the bedroom with bed-head. Her beautiful hairdo from yesterday was totally destroyed. She saw the pilot sitting facing me and she quickly retreated back to the bedroom hoping that no one had seen her looking so disheveled. I had only caught a quick glimpse. She was still heart-stoppingly beautiful as far as I was concerned.
After the pilot returned to the flight-deck, I checked on Alexis. She had figured out the shower. With a half-hour to landing, she sat down beside my seat in the main cabin and leaned over and kissed me. She saw my Styrofoam breakfast container and ask where that came from. I got up and opened the refrigerator and examined the contents. I pulled out a fruit cup and Alexis' eyes lit up as she grinned, "That's perfect."
As we stepped down the forward stairs of the Gulfstream jet, our luggage was being pulled from a compartment under the plane. The pilot and co-pilot came over and pointed to a helicopter with its blades lazily rotating. The pilot explained that the jet would be returning to home base and if we would like to fly somewhere else, to have our assistant call and make the arrangements. We shook their hands and headed toward the helicopter with a porter on our heels pushing a cart loaded with luggage. I didn't think we even owned enough clothes to be carrying that much luggage.
As we approached the helicopter the rotors continued to lazily rotate. I was excited. Alexis was clearly not. Before we were close enough to be under the rotating blades, Alexis stopped short and looked up as each blade swung past. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. The noise was increasing and she had to nearly yell, "Do we have to get on that thing?"
I bent and kissed her on the lips and yelled back, "You can sit in the middle. You'll be alright. The pilot said it's only a seven minute ride to Monte Carlo. Close your eyes if you can't look." She hesitated and then nodded her head into my chest. I helped her aboard and she quickly moved to the middle. I was assisted to my seat and as soon as the door slammed shut the engine began spooling up and the blades above started spinning faster and they soon became a gray blur. Alexis closed her eyes. I put a set of headphones over her damp hair and she adjusted them into place but she didn't open her eyes.
As we flew out over the coastline the view was spectacular. I took out my cell phone and began taking video. Alexis may not want to watch it live but she will be thrilled to see it on screen. Along the coastline, everything was built on a cliff sprawling into the ocean. I got a shot of Alexis' grimacing face in the foreground as we passed Cap Ferrat. Monte Carlo was incredible - the palace, the marina - amazing. I nudged Alexis and told her she should look but she wouldn't. She had a terrified look on her face and her right hand gripped my left arm like a vice. Every time the helicopter banked to change course Alexis flinched and her grip increased to the point of pain. I ignored it. Whatever gave her a sense of safety was okay with me.
We landed at the Monte Carlo Heliport and the blades immediately began spooling down. I unbuckled our seatbelts as a member of the ground crew opened the door and offered his hand for assistance. I took it and stepped down and then noticed that Alexis had one eye open as she moved toward the door. A long black limo pulled up right beside the helicopter and the driver jumped out and assisted the porter loading the luggage in the trunk. Once Alexis' feet were on the ground she walked a little rubber legged to the limo. The driver gave me his card and said that he would be available at any time.
In minutes we were at our Hotel in the center of Monte Carlo. It was the Hotel de Paris. It stood eight stories tall and was easily the most ornately decorated outside of a building I had ever seen. Inside it was even more spectacular. The lobby was majestic. Low relief sculptures, marble colonnades and crystal chandeliers combine to create a sense of awe-inspiring solemnity. We checked in and I was actually surprised that they were expecting us as Mr. and Mrs. West. Alexis continued to smile every time she heard someone say that. I wasn't used to this level of luxury. From the look on Alexis' face, she wasn't either. We were gawking everywhere as a bellhop, or whatever they called them here, led us to the elevator and up to our sixth floor suite. A sign on the door read, "Diamond Suite".
The suite was slightly less elegant than the lobby but the views out over the Monte Carlo harbor were amazing. There was a flotilla of yachts congregating as they made their way to and from the Marina to our right. Some of the yachts were the size of a US Navy destroyer. The Bellhop showed us around our two bedroom suite. We both were in awe of the various rooms. The ceilings were at least twelve feet high with sconces on every wall except the wall facing the ocean which had nearly floor to ceiling windows and doors out on to a spacious balcony with ornate filigree wrought iron railings.
I tipped the bellhop and he left. We picked which bedroom we wanted based on the view. It was a tough choice. The doorbell rang and it was a different bellhop with our luggage. I tipped him and we were alone. We scouted out the rooms again on our own and then flopped down on an elegant Chaise Lounge on the balcony and cuddled up together. We sat there watching the yachts.
Alexis sat on the Chaise Lounge between my spread thighs and leaned back against me. Her perfume was driving me crazy as I kissed her lightly on the back of her head. She made a kiss noise and then thought that wasn't good enough so she tipped her head back and turned her face toward me and offered her pursed lips and I leaned forward and kissed her again. I felt that feeling in my groin and I kissed her a little more passionately. She responded and turned around to face me. Her legs tucked into my hips as her arms went around my neck. She leaned in and kissed me hard. In seconds, it was a free-for-all of kissing lips as we both searched for new places to kiss. In my passion, I went for her neck and Alexis pulled back moaning, "AAAHHHHH." Her eyes were closed and her lips limply fell open. She rolled her head away like always and I flicked my tongue across her neck and she moaned again.
I didn't even realize that she was unbuttoning my shirts and then she was unbuttoning her own. We were mauling each other by the time she finished. She frantically pulled off her shirt. She was braless and I expected that she was probably going commando too. She had hiked up her tight leather skirt to enable her to spread her legs wide enough to sit on my lap. My hands went to her breasts and caressed them. Her nipples were rock hard and I couldn't resist tweaking them with my fingertips. She shuddered from my touch.
