Chapter 1 - Arrival
God, was he tired? He had been traveling for thirty-six hours, from the Middle East, to Germany, and to New York where he was waiting for his last flight to the West Coast. His body ached, his eyes burned, and his stomach was filled but uneasy, because of all the junk food he had consumed. However, it sure was good to be back in the U.S., to feel at home again, and to feast his tired eyes on all the good looking women.
One such lady was seated a couple of places away from him, on the other side of the row of uncomfortable chairs in the waiting area. She gave the appearance of being tall, was very fashionably dressed in blue business suit, with an open coat over her blouse, and a short skirt that showed off her long legs. Her short dark hair was pulled back behind her ears and came down to just above her shoulder. She had a beautiful classic profile with a straight nose, and lush red lips. Her trimmed eyebrows, dark eyes with long lashes, and smooth, lightly tanned skin all contributed to her exquisite beauty. She was probably a little older than he was, because she was using reading glasses, and had a few fine smile lines around her eyes and lips, but she was still a gorgeous female. One long leg was crossed over the other one, showing part of her stocking covered thigh peaking out of the short slit on the side of her skirt. In fact, he could see a hint of the lace at the top of the stocking indicating she was probably wearing sexy thigh highs. One high heel dangled from the toes of her raised foot, and Mark looked at the delightful smooth curves from the arch of her foot to her mid-thigh.
"Mark Hammond, Mr. Mark Hammond, please report to the check-in counter!" The loudspeaker announcement broke him out of his daydream fantasy.
Oh, shit, now what's going to happen?
he thought as he sat up and started to gather his things together. He was traveling with military orders on a commercial flight, and he knew that often times those were the first people who got bumped. As he started to walk to the counter, First Class boarding was announced, and he noticed the elegant woman he had been observing, get up and start to move gracefully towards the gate. She was tall, and elegant and sensual. He watched as her ticket was taken, and then she disappeared down the gangway.
Finally, at the front of his line, he told the attendant, "I'm Mark Hammond, you paged me."
"Oh yes, you're traveling on military orders, and I'm afraid the coach section of this flight is over sold!"
Oh, Christ,
he thought,
this is what I really need after traveling for two fucking days!
"So, to get you on the flight, we're going to have to upgrade you to First Class, as it will allow us to put on one of our regular passengers. Is that okay?"
"Are you shittin' me? Sure!" as a big grinned crossed his face. The attendant handed him his ticket and said, "You may go ahead and board now."
He was now assigned to sit in seat 4B. It was going to be a good day after all. As he walked onto the forward cabin, he stowed his bag in the overhead bin, gave his coat to the flight attendant, and turned to get in his seat. The woman he had been admiring in the waiting area was sitting in 4A, and she was looking up at him with a gorgeous big smile on her red lips revealing her beautiful straight white teeth. Two large very exotic green eyes also reflected her tantalizing greeting. She, too, had removed her jacket, and he could see that she was wearing a sheer silk cream blouse revealing the straps and design of her thin white lacy bra, that contained two very large alluring breasts. Dark circles of her areola showed through the covering material, and the erect nubs of her nipples tented the cloth of her blouse and bra. A deep shadowed cleavage was enticingly flaunted between her blouse lapels, as Mark's eyes were attracted to it by a large diamond pendant nestled in the deep crevice between her breasts.
Mark was a big man, about six feet, two inches, with a buff physic. He was a special-forces soldier, and he took great personal pride in being physically fit. In fact, he was one of the fittest soldiers in his whole division. He had a handsome face, and short brown hair, military trimmed on the sides, and a small wave on top.
As he sat down, the woman extended her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Monica. I guess we'll be traveling for a while together," with an affection in her voice that indicated she was happy about that. Her hand felt warm in his, and the pads of her fingers stroked the edge of his palm as her handshake lingered much longer than was necessary. He sat down and introduced himself.
Monica soon found out that he was in the U.S. Army Special Forces, had been flying for two days, was stationed in Iraq which was hell, he was dead tired, and that he was on two weeks leave to be the Best Man at his Army buddy's wedding. They were on a plane that was a non-stop flight from JFK Airport in New York to Orange County Airport in California. Monica told Mark that she lived in Dana Point, which was right next to San Juan Capistrano, where his wedding was. He learned she was married, but, was also an executive with a cosmetics firm, and did a lot of traveling. She was just returning home from two weeks of business in New York.
Her marriage did not seem to prevent her from flirting with the handsome soldier. As they talked, the flight attendant brought them wine, and Monica was very attentive, touching his arm to make a point, and at times, lightly scratching it with her perfectly manicured nails. The soft contacts of Monica's long delicate fingers sent shivers through the rest of his body. Mark gazed into her enchanting green eyes, was mesmerized by her luscious wet looking red lips, lulled by her melodious voice, and captivated by her breasts, which she would feed to his eyes by squashing them together with her arms, emphasizing the cleavage.
Oh, to be that diamond,
thought Mark. He would have been enamored with this woman, even if he hadn't been out of the country in a desert for eighteen months.
After they had finished dinner, with several more glasses of wine, and continuous conversation, Monica excused herself to go to the restroom. As he stood in the aisle to let her out, he felt the back of her hand brush lightly across the front of his pants as she walked past him.
Must have been an accident,
he thought
,
although he wished otherwise. When she returned, she bent over in front of him to get his attention, and all Mark could see were the round inner slopes of her succulent hanging breasts, and her diamond pendant swinging away from its enviable hiding place. When he finally tore his eyes away, and looked up to her face, she greeted him with a big lascivious grin.
He let her get back in her seat, and after she got settled, he noticed that her skirt seemed shorter. He saw the patterned lace band at the top of her dark stockings as she crossed her leg nearest to him. He heard the whish of her stockings as she shifted her legs against each other, and Mark fantasized about the panties that would be just above the top of her hose. As they took up their conversation again, and she turned towards him, he clearly saw that she had undone two buttons of her blouse, and more of the delectable flesh of the lightly tanned round swellings of her tits was revealed. The sides of her globes rubbed together as she moved, and squeezed into a deeper crease as one arm or the other pushed against their sides. It was difficult for him to keep his eyes on her face as she talked with such appetizing mounds being displayed in front of him, although his fantasies occasionally involved her sensual lips, too. He felt the stirrings of lust between his legs. He imagined those soft pliable breasts massaging his cock just like they were doing to her pendant. Or how her lips would feel enveloping it.
What's the story of this temptress? Is she just a tease, or is she hot for some stiff stimulation?
In spite of this astounding visual stimulus and inspiration for his libido, because of his many hours of travel without restful sleep, and the food and wine, Mark just could not keep his eyes opened. He apologized to Monica, and told her he had to catch a nap. She embraced his face with her two hands, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him lightly with her soft sweet lips. He could feel her strong moist tongue lightly run side to side between his lips. "Sweet dreams, stud!" she cooed.
Mark reclined the seat and zipped right off to sleep. But his mind was very active as he thought about Monica's breasts and legs. He visualized this woman in her bra, panties and stockings, bending over showing her ass covered only by the strap of her thong. In his mind, his cock was pumping in and out of her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. He had her legs spread over his shoulders as he pounded her from the front, took her from behind and banged his thighs against her ass, and squirted cum all over her tits and face. His mind whirled with images of everything that his deprived body would like to do with her. It was also obvious that another area of his body was not asleep, as his manhood became engorged and snaked down his pant leg.
Monica's mind, too, was fantasizing about this male hunk sleeping next to her. She could feel the tingles in her nipples, and the moisture seeping into the crotch of her tiny panties, and she imagined all the possible things that could be done in a sleepless night with Mark. She could see the huge bulge in his trousers, even in the darkness of the cabin. Unable to resist the urge, she lightly touched him, feeling his hardness, and then gently stroked his full length.
God,
she thought,
he's got to be ten or eleven inches long! Oh, how wonderful that thick cock would feel inside of me. He's so much bigger than Carl!
"Please bring your seat backs up and raise your tray tables," the stewardess' voice boomed over the intercom.
