CHAPTER NINE
As much as I hated being in an airport security line, the excitement level was off the charts. I stood next to my wife, Kelly, our daughter Jenny, and her best friend Mikayla. We were headed to Walt Disney World in Florida for a much-needed family vacation, and we had booked a luxurious 3-bedroom villa at the Grand Floridian Hotel. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but feel an electric thrill knowing that Mikayla and I were planning on being very naughty during the trip.
"Can you believe we're actually going, Dad?" Jenny asked, her face lighting up.
"Absolutely, sweetheart," I replied, trying to focus on my daughter's happiness while my mind kept drifting to forbidden thoughts about Mikayla. She was a natural beauty. Even now, in jeans and a Taylor Swift world tour hoodie, she looked stunning.
"John, did you make sure our flights are confirmed?" Kelly asked me as we readied our bags for the scanners.
"Of course, honey," I said. But secretly, I knew Vira's power would change everything. That mysterious machine I'd inherited had given me the ability to manipulate time and space, and I couldn't resist using it to spend more time with Mikayla. My obsession with her was overpowering, and I decided to use Vira to bump both her and myself from our scheduled flights. Kelly and Jenny would travel alone, unaware of what I had done.
"Hey, John," Mikayla whispered, leaning close to me. "So Vira is going to take care of things?"
"She is," I murmured back, my heart pounding. "We'll have some extra time together."
Mikayla's eyes sparkled with desire, fueling my own lust. We put our bags onto the belt and removed our shoes. Sadly, my plan didn't get us out of going through the TSA checkpoint. I needed to figure out a way around that next time.
We got to the gate, and after we were sitting there for a few minutes my name was called over the loudspeaker. It said I needed to speak to a gate agent.
My wife and I walked up to the podium. "Hello, I'm John Stevens. I was just paged," I said.
"Yes, Mr. Stevens," the gate agent replied. She was a cute little redhead about the same height and build as Mikayla. The nametag on her lapel said her name was Molly. "There seems to have been some kind of mixup with two of your tickets."
"What kind of mixup?" my wife asked.
"Some kind of computer glitch," Molly pouted as she looked at her computer screen. "It seems the tickets for John and Mikayla, while they are in my system, are for seats that don't actually exist on the plane."
"Well, give them seats that do exist," my wife said curtly.
"The flight is booked," Molly replied. "Overbooked, actually. I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do."
"It's ok, Molly," I smiled. "Is there another flight leaving soon for Orlando?"
"Not with us," she said as she typed on the keyboard. "But, let me see what I can do with an alternate airline."
"That would be great," I said as another voice came over the speaker and announced that the flight was now boarding.
"This is just great," Kelly said. "I told you to confirm the tickets."
"I did," I said, trying to act aggravated. "There's nothing we can do about it now, we'll just make the best of it. Mikayla and I will meet you in Orlando."
"I think I might have something for you, Mr. Stevens," Molly said. "I will know in about 5 minutes."
"You two go, have fun," I smiled. "We'll be right behind you."
"Alright," she said, then kissed me. Jenny and Mikayla walked over to where we were.
"What's going on, Mom?" Jenny asked.
"There's a problem with Dad's and Mikayla's tickets. They'll have to hop on another flight," my wife said.
"That sucks," Jenny said.
"Totally," Mikayla added as she gave me a little grin.
As Kelly and Jenny boarded their flight, Mikayla and I waved at them. Vira's power had given us exactly what we wanted.
"Mr. Stevens, thanks for being so patient," Molly said. "I've refunded your two tickets. There's a flight leaving in about an hour on United. Just head down to gate 4A and they'll be able to help you out."
"Thanks, Molly," I smiled. "I appreciate your help."
"Ready for our little adventure?" I asked Mikayla as we walked away from the gate.
"More than ready," she replied as her big blue eyes sparkled.
Our secret rendezvous within our family trip was about to begin. I couldn't wait to explore the depths of our passion, even as the risks loomed larger than ever before.
"Alright, Vira," I whispered as I led Mikayla to a secluded corner of the airport. "Get us to the Grand Floridian Hotel."
As if like magic, our surroundings changed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, we stood outside the hotel's majestic entrance, the air heavy with the scent of tropical flowers. The grand white facade loomed above us, exuding opulence and elegance.
"I will never get used to traveling like that," Mikayla breathed, her eyes wide.
"Definitely not your average commute," I agreed, my heart racing with adrenaline. "And way better than first-class on a commercial airline."
We strode confidently into the lavish lobby, where the polished marble floors gleamed beneath our feet. As we approached the check-in counter, I could feel Mikayla's excitement mingled with my own anticipation.
"Welcome to the Grand Floridian," the front-desk clerk greeted us with a warm smile. "How can I help you?"
"We are checking in. My last name is Stevens," I said, trying to maintain a casual demeanor.
"Ah, yes. Mr. Stevens," the clerk replied, tapping away at his computer. He glanced up at Mikayla, then back to me, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "And this must be your daughter, Jenny?"
Mikayla and I exchanged a knowing glance, doing our best to suppress the wicked grins threatening to spread across our faces. "Actually, this is Mikayla, my daughter's best friend," I clarified, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Ah, my apologies," he said, quickly correcting himself. "You are in the Grand Villa. It has three bedrooms, a full kitchen and dining room, as well as a media room. We do offer a service if you want groceries brought in, just let us know. We are always happy to do whatever we can to make your trip as grand as it can be."
"Thank you," I replied, taking the room key cards from him.
"Where are your bags?" the clerk asked.
"There was a mixup at the airport, they're with my wife and daughter," I said.
"Ah, very well," he replied. "Let us know if you need anything."
As we walked away from the front desk, Mikayla shot me a mischievous look. "Why is it only in Disney World that people think that I'm your daughter?"
"Must be your innocent-looking face," I quipped.
"I don't look that innocent, do I? Besides, if that front-desk clerk only knew that I was about to do something very, very naughty," she countered, her voice sultry and provocative.
"Are you?" I whispered as we boarded the elevator, my desire for her burning hotter with each passing moment.
"Since we aren't using Vira, I'm going to need to text Kelly once they land. Let her know that we're here and already in the room," I said.
"Why's that?" Mikayla asked.
"We don't need the helpful front-desk guy telling her we checked in 5 minutes after her flight left."
"I guess that would be hard to explain," Mikayla smiled as the elevator doors opened. We walked down the hallway to the main entry door of our suite.
Upon entering the suite, Mikayla and I were immediately struck by its opulence. The spacious living room boasted plush sofas and armchairs, an elegant coffee table adorned with a bouquet of fresh flowers, and a state-of-the-art entertainment system. The windows offered breathtaking views of Cinderella's Castle in the distance, its spires gleaming in the Florida sunshine.
"Wow, this place is incredible," Mikayla murmured, her eyes wide as she took it all in.
"Only the best for our little escapade," I replied, smirking as I took in the surroundings.
We explored the rest of the 2800-square-foot suite. We started on the side with the two smaller rooms. Each room had a pair of queen beds and a door that led out to a shared balcony.
"There is more than enough space for Jenny and me to share one of these rooms," Mikayla smiled.
"Kelly will say the same thing," I replied. "But everyone needs their space."
"For those middle of the night rendezvous?" Mikayla asked.
"Yes," I said as I pulled Mikayla's body to mine and kissed her passionately.
"I call the room with the attached bathroom," Mikalya giggled as she spun and walked down the hallway back to the main room. "I doubt we really needed a kitchen, but that dining room table looks sturdy."
"Mikayla!"
"It does!" she laughed as she led me into the media room. It had a large sofa that would seat at least four along with a massive television on the wall.
"Big couch, right next to the master bedroom," Mikayla giggled. "I bet we can put that to good use."
"Why don't we go check out that master bedroom?" I asked.
"That is a fantastic idea," Mikayla said as she grabbed my hand. She led me next door into the master bedroom. It was impressive. It featured a king-sized bed draped in luxurious linens, an en-suite bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi tub and separate rainfall shower, as well as an amazing view of the theme park.
"Let's make the most of our time alone," Mikayla suggested, her voice barely more than a whisper as she closed the door behind her. The sultry look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
"Yes, please," I replied.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths, and I could feel the heat radiating from her sexy body, a promise of what was to come during our vacation.
"John," she breathed against my lips, "I want you so very badly."
"God, Mikayla, you have no idea how much I want you too," I confessed, my hands roaming her curves, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
"Tell me," she said as we tumbled onto the bed. Our clothes were quickly discarded, leaving us bare and exposed to one another. I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, tracing my fingers along every inch of her skin. I savored her moans and gasps as I explored all her sensitive spots.
I kissed her neck as my hand slid between her thighs. I nibbled softly as she moaned. My fingertips slid higher and she moaned when I made soft circles around her clit. I gently slid my fingertips over her soft pussy lips.
"Please, John," she begged, her voice desperate with need. "Don't tease me. We don't have that much time."
"We have a few hours," I smiled. "Or we could ask Vira to get us a little extra time."
"No, I like the idea of doing this the old-fashioned way. I'm just not used to having to share my adventures with you with anyone else. But knowing your wife will be sleeping right on this bed tonight..."
"And you'll be just down the hall," I groaned.
"Yes, waiting for you," she smiled. "So, don't make me wait now."
"As you wish," I said as I positioned myself between her legs and slid into her welcoming warmth. We moved together in a delicious rhythm, our bodies perfectly in sync as we chased after our shared pleasure.
