Author's note: This is my 30th story for this site and perhaps my last for a while. It concludes the story of Nicole and Derek, the couple who met by chance on a jet from New York to Paris. I suggest you read parts 1 - 3 first before diving into this one. Enjoy!
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Derek was trying to fall asleep. He was seated in 29C, the aisle seat in the rear of a red-eye from Paris to New York. The plane had just reached its cruising altitude and he was trying to get some sleep. But the guy in the seat directly behind him was doing everything in his power to prevent it. Besides kicking the back of Derek's seat, he kept pestering the woman sitting next to him. Derek couldn't see them but he could tell the guy's attentions were unwanted.
"I've been our top sales guy for three months straight," the man bragged. "How 'bout you? What kind of work do you do?"
Derek sighed and looked over his shoulder. He was one of those typical corporate guys on the make. He was never going to shut up. Derek glanced at the woman. She was young, and very beautiful. She gave Derek a look that said, "Sorry."
"So, you need someone to show you around the city?" the guy went on. "I can get a table at the Union Square Café anytime. I'm personal friends with the maître-d."
The woman was trying to brush him off politely but he was kept on.
"So, are you model or something? You look like you could be a model. You sure got the looks for it."
Derek had had enough. He stood up and stepped into the aisle. The guy was facing the woman, honing in. She was leaning way from him.
"Excuse me," Derek said, his deep voice polite but forceful. "Would you mind switching seats with me? You see, we weren't able to get seats together."
Derek gestured to the woman. The sales guy looked startled.
"You mean, she's your...Of course, no problem. I was just trying to make conversa..."
"I really appreciate it," Derek answered as the guy clambered out of his seat. "Since, we're on our honeymoon and all."
The woman covered her mouth to hide her laugh.
"Definitely," the guy continued, "I'll just move up here...no problem at all."
"Appreciate it," Derek said as he flashed a quick smile to the woman. She mouthed the words "Thank you" to him.
Derek grabbed a couple of pillows and a blanket from the overhead bin and offered them to the woman. She accepted with a smile. Derek settled in his seat, adjusted the fan, and turned off the overhead light. The woman did the same. Derek reclined the seat. So did the woman.
Derek lifted the armrest that was between them.
"To give you a little more space. In case you want to stretch out," he said.
"Thank you," she said, charmed by his thoughtfulness.
She placed her pillow against the wall of the plane and turned her bod so she could lean against it. But she was too tall for that to be comfortable. Then she lowered her tray table and put her pillow on it. She tried to rest her head on her pillow but there wasn't enough room due to the seat in front of her.
"I'm afraid there's no good position," he said, sympathetically. "I've tried them all."
She looked at him forlornly and shrugged.
"Unless you want to use me as your pillow," he smiled. "We're honeymooners after all."
She chuckled at his subterfuge.
"Sure. Thanks."
She carefully placed her pillow against his broad shoulder.
"It might work better here," he said, putting the pillow on his thigh. "In my extensive experience sleeping on planes."
He smiled warmly and she smiled back. He said this so simply, and so kindly, that she took it for just that - a simple gesture of kindness.
She gave him a flirty look and lay her head on his broad thigh. He smiled down at her and she smiled back.
It was only now that he could really study her face. She had beautiful hazel eyes, with high cheek bones and full, bee-stung lips. The sales guy wasn't wrong. She really could be a model.
She was laying on her back looking up at him. He was ruggedly handsome with dark curly hair and bedroom eyes. He was incredibly hot, she thought, this man who rescued me.
He reached over and covered her with the blanket as she snuggled next to him. He could see a small smile form on her lips.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"You're welcome," he whispered back.
She turned on her side to get comfortable and placed her right hand on his thigh, to support her pillow.
It was an innocent enough gesture, quite reasonable given the circumstances. But the body isn't given to reason and the feeling of this beautiful woman's hand on his thigh caused his cock to twitch ever so slightly. She moved her head and shoulders around, settling in, which caused his cock to twitch again.
She blew a strand of hair that was tickling her face. He reached down with his right hand and softly tucked the strand behind her ear. He could see her smile again. She slid her hand so it was touching his inner thigh.
Derek was now faced with the problem of where to put his right arm, , now that she was laying across his lap. He couldn't very well keep it elevated the whole flight. It had to lay somewhere.
So, he gently lay his arm across her tummy. It seemed the least invasive place to put it. She immediately reached down and held his arm against her chest.
He could feel her breasts pressing against his forearm. They felt firm and substantial. It felt like there was nothing between her breasts and his arm but the sheerest material of her blouse.
His fingers were resting against her neck and collarbone, the part of a woman's body he had always found irresistible. He gently ran his fingers over her skin and she responded, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his arm.
She let out a soft moan and gently caressed his inner thigh.
He felt his cock lengthening now, on its inexorable march toward arousal.
Encouraged by her reaction, he began to slowly brush his fingers along her neckline, gently caressing her tawny skin. He was moving his fingers slowly, sensitively, but with a sense of purpose. He glided his fingertips along her chin and over her lips. They were full, and fleshy. As soft as velvet. She kissed his fingers and wrapped her pillowy lips around his index finger and gave it a gentle suck.
Now he could feel his stiffening cock pressing against his pants.
He wrapped his arm tightly around her torso. She was moving her body so that his muscled forearm rubbed against her breasts. There was an animal, almost feline quality about her. She was nuzzling her face against his upper thigh, inches away from his lengthening cock.
He began to unbutton the top button of her blouse. He did this slowly, to both communicate his intention, and to gauge her response. She pulled the blanket up higher, seemingly to block any prying eyes. Her hand returned to the inside of his thigh.
That was all the signal he needed.
His fingers deftly unclasped the remaining buttons. Then, his strong hand moved softly from her warm tummy, softly over her ribs, and finally caressing her bare breasts. They were warm and as soft as silk.
She let out a moan and she arched her back. Her hand slid higher up his inner thigh.
He ran his fingers gently over her breasts and over her pert nipples. She let out another moan as her hand found his hardening cock.
There was a pause, as if she were registering what she had discovered. Then she started to feel him, to feel his length. She started to rub him, almost involuntarily, as if lust had gotten the best of her.
He took the escalation as permission and reciprocated by letting his hand migrate southward, where his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. His fingers eased their way over her mound where they were greeted by the warm, wetness of her slit. She's as turned on as I am, he thought.
He began to play with her, teasing her, and eventually penetrating her with his fingers. She responded by pulling down her stretch pants and separating her legs to give him better access.
The more he fingered her the more she began to writhe, her face tossing from side to side. She could feel his hardness under her face and she rubbed against him, making him even harder.
By the time, he had slipped two fingers inside her, her breath had become ragged and her body was trembling.
She reached down to reposition his fingers onto her clit and he massaged it expertly. Her body convulsed as her silent orgasm swept over her body.
As she came back down to earth, she looked up at him in the dim light. He could see her smile, her white teeth gleaming.
It was his turn, she seemed to be saying. She turned over on her tummy and began to unbutton his trousers. He helped her by pulling his pants over his hips. His large cock sprang upward and she licked her lips.
She began by softly rubbing her face against the skin of his shaft. First her cheeks, then her lips. With the tip of her tongue, she gently flicked the head, like a painter dabbing a watercolor with the tip of his brush.
