"Hey!" Zara cried.
Our little game ended when she pushed back her chair, gathered her books into her arms, and stormed off toward her bedroom.
"I thought I was the child," she shouted before slamming her door closed.
Sandra and I looked at each other across the table, and then we each struggled to keep our uncontrollable laughter silent. We went to each other, pushing our fingers against the lips of the other as tears streamed down our cheeks.
"You have to be quiet," I gasped.
"You have to be quiet," she giggled.
We ended up on the floor, side by side, leaning against the refrigerator, wiping away our tears as we clutched our aching sides and gasped for breath.
I leaned my head back against the fridge and sighed. "I need to get a life, don't I?" I asked Sandra quietly.
I turned my head enough to see her nodding at me. I returned my gaze back to the white ceiling.
"I'm just not sure I know how to anymore."
Michael
The flight attendant's fingers clawed at the dark granite walls of the men's bathroom in the VIP lounge for American Airlines. My fingers clawed at her waist.
Our harsh pants filled the locked bathroom as I fucked her from behind rough and fast and hard. Her deep-ruby hair slipped from the tidy bun at the base of her neck as her head fell between her shaking shoulders.
"Yeah," she whined. "Fuck, yeah."
I gripped her full hips tighter, nails digging into her pale flesh just below her skirt that she’d tugged up herself as I locked the door behind us after I’d followed her into the first stall. We hadn't bothered with foreplay, let alone kissing. I didn't know her and I didn't want to know her. I didn't even want to know anything about her, save the heat of her pussy and the sound of her high-pitched moans as she tightened around my cock.
I'd slipped off my suit jacket, hung it carefully on the hook on the back of the door, and loosened my tie to undo the first button of my collared shirt. Then I’d released my cock from my open zipper, rolled down a condom, pushed her down with my hand between her shoulder blades, grabbed her ass, and thrust deep inside of her with a long, low groan.
The girl tried to look back at me, but I didn't meet her eye. Instead, I grabbed hold of the red silk scarf all the airline's first-class stewardesses wore around their long, elegant necks. I tugged slightly, just enough for her to get even wetter at the thought of how dangerous I could be. She could imagine me however she'd like; she could imagine that this seductive rendezvous in the bathroom could be the start of something. She could imagine she'd found a bad boy that she'll reform with her smile, with her tits. She could imagine I'd remember her an hour from now. Hell, if she wanted, she could imagine I'd remember her a year from now.
I didn't care.
Because I was imagining a fantasy scenario, too. I was imagining if I fucked her fast enough from behind, I would finally forget those lingering memories of soft hazel eyes looking up at me. I was imagining that if I pulled her hair hard enough, I might forget what it was like to move my lips achingly slowly over sun-kissed skin. I was imagining that if I came with this woman facing away from me, I'd convince myself that it was how I liked it, that I didn't want to see a face, that I didn't need to see a face.
That I didn't need to see her face.
If I could dream, well, so could this flight attendant.
I pulled back on her silk scarf just a little harder and she reached an arm back to tug my hips closer. I thrust deeper inside her pussy and she quivered around me. I grabbed her wrist and pinned it at the small of her back, making her moan wildly.
With each foot, I nudged farther apart her tall black stilettos and drove deeper still. I hammered into her for a minute more as sweat broke out on my brow and my nails left deep, red indentations in her milky skin.
As she came she started to scream and I quickly reached a hand around to clasp my fingers over her mouth. Her teeth sank into my fingers and at the flare of pain, I buried myself fully inside of her clenching muscles and came, yanking back at her scarf as she bit me.
I only allowed myself to sag against her for three quick, steadying breaths before I pulled out, straightened, and got rid of the condom before rebuttoning my shirt. I was retightening my tie when the girl turned around. I eyed her warily as she leaned against the back corner of the stall and bit her lips while running her long fingers up and down her thighs.
"That was fun," she said, her voice silky and seductive.
I gave her a curt nod and straightened my tie.
"You know, I fly through Dublin all the time," she continued as I dragged my hands through my hair to smooth back the pieces that had fallen into my eyes. "We could, you know…do this again some time?"
Her fingers moved toward my chest, but I turned at that moment to take my suit jacket down from the hook.
"So you think you'll be able to pull some strings and get me onto that earlier flight to La Guardia?" I asked, slipping it on in one easy motion. I adjusted the cuffs and brushed a strand of her hair from the arm. "You'd really be helping me out."
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