A special thanks, as always, to Kenji for his help, advice and editing. As always, any mistakes (especially carriage returns) are mine. Thanks for reading...and commenting.
Chapter 24
Distractions and Decisions
I awoke, surprisingly refreshed and ready for the day. I guess going to see my Maisie had something to do with my restored attitude. I spoiled my sisters a bit more than usual, telling them I had special plans in store for next weekend. They were still sullen, though, as young sisters are from time to time.
I made it to work in no time and decided to start on Arabella's garden plans. I was totally engrossed, constantly checking my notes and photos. As I was laying out the borders, I swear I could smell her perfume. I turned around, looking around for her, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Well, I thought, and giggled. Someone '
s crawled into my head!
I made up an excuse to call her, just to hear her voice, but I behaved myself and thought better of it. I pulled up a few candid photos I had taken of her, surreptitiously of course, and became lost in her features. God, she really
was
stunning. I berated myself and returned to her plans. In time, I was ready to leave and head for Heathrow. I felt a surge of excitement seep down my body.
Victoria. Fuck...
I headed for the priority boarding, and was soon in my seat. I spotted Victoria and smiled.
Gorgeous, I thought. Simply...
She caught my eye, returned my smile and walked towards me. My heart was screaming. I could feel my face redden, my hands getting sweaty. I wiped them quickly on my linen trousers, holding my breath 'til she here, next to me.
"Good afternoon, Ms Madden. It's wonderful to see you again. I hope you've had a good week?" she asked.
I stammered, as I looked up into her eyes. She was towering over me, making me feel so docile. And it was just last week that I decided that I had no erotic feelings for this creature! Hmmm. Tell that to my body!
"It's been...grand. Yes. It's been a good week. I...I...yes...it has been," I stuttered, like an imbecile.
I offered my hand up, just to touch her, and blundered my way through my response. She held my hand gently and leaned down.
She had the loveliest smirk on her face. "You're making my Fridays so much more enjoyable...Chloe," she whispered.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.
"And mine, Victoria," I sighed, taking my hand from hers, and slowly and stealthily, skimming it over her tight skirt, my fingers sliding over her hidden thighs. My pussy twitched.
She smiled at my small gesture, "I love what you've done with your hair this week, Chloe," she murmured, in a low whisper, looking around to be certain no one was watching or listening, her fingers tentatively brushing through my long locks.
"Just...lovely," she sighed, her manicured nails scraping my scalp, and then turned and walked down the aisle. Thank God for that extra pair of panties I packed in my bag!
I messaged Maisie telling her we were about to take off and that I'd see her in a few hours. I settled in, collected myself and thought about the weekend ahead. Victoria came by and gingerly placed a G&T on my tray.
"It's on me, Chloe...I mean, Ms Madden," she said, somewhat flummoxed, but I spied another hostess nearby. I giggled and stuck my tiny tongue out at her. She stood up, her polished fingernails running through her hair. She gave me an almost inaudible, "Humph," chuckled, and walked away.
Victoria was certainly flaunting herself today, standing next to my seat, innocently adjusting the overhead storage, her tight-skirted bum...right there. I was so close to spanking her, but knew I'd probably be banned from BA for life!
I finished my drink and put the glass down. She came by a few minutes later, bent over to collect the item, and whispered, "Anything else I can get you...Chloe?" she grinned.
"You have no idea, Victoria," I smiled.
"Hmm, perhaps I do...Chloe," she teased right back, her hand squeezing my arm.
Fuck, I thought. How long can this go on? I needed to talk with Maisie. Only she could help me make sense of this.
I collected my handbag and walked slowly to the bathroom, my breathing short and ragged. I stood in front of the well-lit mirror, and looked at myself, trying to control my simmering desires. I dropped my bag, my hand sliding into my now-unbuttoned trousers. I shivered, as my nail slid through my trimmed pussy, the feel and look of Victoria's skirt spurring me on. My imagination took over, hoping I would hear her subtle knock on the door. I'd let her in and silently close the door. We'd look at each other for mere seconds, 'til we would grapple with one another, deeply wild kisses, and frantic strokes keeping pace with our moans. I didn't care if she was on her knees, or if I was on mine. I needed to taste her, devour her, as much as I needed her to pleasure me. Her lightly perfumed scent wafted through my addled head, and I gushed, my fingers fucking my needy cunt.
I played with my moist labia, desperately trying to prolong my creeping orgasm, but my imagination had other needs. I faced the mirror, my face coated with a light sheen of perspiration, and I silently moaned Victoria's name.
"Touch me, darling," I said to myself. "Just...bite me...and touch me. Please... please," I begged my reflection, my fingers sliding on my clitty. I felt the ripples begin again, and I almost choked, my hoarse voice and moans trying to force my climax from deep within. My thighs were slick with my secretions...and I loved it, my slushy fingers raking my pussy.
I think I heard myself moan a long, "Ohhh
—
Vict—just—
ahhhh
—don't—fuuuuc—
yesssss,"
as I groaned, too loud, my fingers almost slapping my excited clit. I had a remarkably furious climax, almost losing my footing and practically falling to my knees. I rubbed my now-slick labia, my juices soaking my pretty panties.
My now-bedraggled hair hung crudely over my eyes, my sloppy fingers still seeing to my craving cunt. I looked at myself in the mirror and chuckled.
What a tart, I said to myself!
I sat down and tried to collect myself. I kicked my pumps off and slid my trousers down, trying to get my breath back. I imagined walking to the door and opening it, hopefully seeing Victoria who would hopefully join me. I rubbed my wet panties, revelling in my smell and stickiness. I slid them down my body, wiping the excess moisture from my pussy on them. I grabbed my fresh panties from my bag, and balled up the sodden ones, putting them in my jacket pocket. I wasn't even thinking of why, but I knew.
I freshened up, brushed my hair and checked my lipstick.
My rosy, red face would betray me, I thought. And...so?
My hands involuntarily swept over my hard nipples. I reluctantly told myself to behave!
I slowly opened the door, hoping there would be no one ready to use the services. The small room smelled of me. I hurried back to my seat, a little blush across my cheeks now.
A few minutes passed, and Victoria came back to me. We caught each other's eyes, as I returned to my seat.
"Ms Madden," she asked, then looked at my face, a small, luscious smirk on her stunning lips. "Are you...okay? You look a bit, uh, flushed? Do you need another drink or...?" she smiled.
"No...no thank you, Victoria. I'll...I'll be fine...now. But here...these are for you," I softly said. "This is what you do to me, Victoria," I whispered, and handed her my sodden panties. She hastily grabbed them, knowing exactly what was being handed to her. She stuffed them into her pocket, smiled and walked off.
