on the armrests and our faces close. "It's time to start that bouquet."
Her lips thin as she swallows.
"Since we left pretend in New York, why don't we think of this weekend as a fantasy."
"A fantasy?"
"Yes, my fantasy. One I've thought about, one that has turned me from hard to steel as I beat off in my bed or shower."
Kimbra gasps.
"Maybe it's only been me. Maybe you've never thought about having me inside you? Maybe you haven’t fantasized as I have?"
Again, her breasts heave as a new layer of red blotches forms above the scooped neckline of her blouse and migrates up her neck. Her pink tongue darts to her lip.
Still she doesn't look away; our eyes stay glued to one another's.
"Tell me, Kimbra, is my fucking your tight, warm pussy only my fantasy?"
"D-Duncan..."
As I trail my finger from the sensitive skin behind her ear to the edge of her blouse, her long lashes flutter.
"Yes or no?"
She moves her head from side to side before her eyes lower.
The loss of her blue gaze leaves me lonely and wanting. I lift her chin with one hand and ask, "So you've imagined it too?"
"Yes." Her answer is soft, but it's all I need.
“Have you touched yourself and imagined me like I’ve imagined you?”
“Duncan.”
“This chemistry is too intense to be only one-sided. Tell me.”
“I-I,” she stutters. “I’ve imagined you.”
“And.”
“I’ve touched myself.”
My smile grows as I reach for her hand. "Come with me, Kimbra. No one's going to believe that we've been together for five months if we don't do something about this sexual tension, if you don't get that membership, and our bouquet doesn't earn another flower." She stands. "You understand what I'm saying?"
She squares her shoulders. "Yes."
"The thing is...I believe the mile-high club rules state that it takes multiple sessions to be considered a lifetime member."
As her breathing deepens, I reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt and tug. The gray material falls to the floor.
Sucking in a breath, I scan her gorgeous curves. Holy hell! Her panties aren't really panties but a small triangle of light blue lace with skimpy strings, one going up her ass. I take off my jacket and loosen my tie as she stands still, watching my every move.
I reach for her blouse. "Lift your arms, Miss Jones. I need to see your tits."
A smile breaks across her face, lifting her cheeks. "No, Mr. Willis, not until I remove your shirt."
No?
I can't remember the last time a woman said that word.
If I was hard before, I'm a fucking stone now. Instead of answering, I nod. She smiles and pulls my necktie from its knot. Then, button by button, she opens my shirt. With each second she spends, paying special attention to my cufflinks—why the fuck do I wear those things?—I become more and more uncomfortable. If she takes much longer, I'll explode.
By the time my chest is bare, my cock is crying with need.
Next she lifts her arms and I raise her blue blouse. Her bra is the same light blue color, matching the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. The lace cups barely cover her big tits as they overflow with mountainous globes. The sight of her in nothing but blue lacy underwear and heels is erotic as hell. Another time I’ll allow myself to enjoy the view, but now I want it all gone.
Before I can undo her bra, Kimbra reaches for my belt, the button on my pants, and the zipper. Her forwardness surprises and excites me. For some reason, I'd expected her to be more tentative, but damn, this is so much hotter.
Kicking off my pants and shoes, I stand in my socks and boxer briefs, my erection peeking from the waistband, too large to stay contained.
I shudder as Kimbra hisses and runs her hand over the length of my penis. She stills near the crown, rubbing her thumb over the dewy tip.
Suddenly the plane pitches and Kimbra squeals. I pull her close as we steady our stance. With my lips at her ear, I say, "There are so many things I want to do to you."
"I want you to." Her thumb continues to rub over the crown of my dick. "I want it all."
Reaching for her bra, I unsnap the clasp and free her fucking huge tits. With one arm holding her steady, I pull the straps loose. They’re everything I imagined and more. A small moan escapes her lips as I cup one, enjoying its weight in the