Welcome to my first post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, First Class Mile High. Hope you enjoy my first Wicked Wednesday entry. It was fun to write. You don’t have to use the prompt but I wanted the inspiration, and I thought it would be a fun challenge. The prompt for this week was:
Use the prompt above and write a story or a poem, or post a photo.
These are the guidelines…
Stories should be a minimum of 500 words with a maximum of 1000 words.
Poems should have rhythm and rhyme.
Photos or a series of photos should ‘tell’ a story that fits the prompt.
Share your creations!
First Class Mile High
Sarah stared at the fat envelope sitting on the counter, then lifted the glass of champagne to her mouth taking a large swig, coughing slightly as the bubbles hit the back of her throat. She’d have to give it back, she couldn’t do it, what if the other passenger woke, or one of the other attendants came up, she could lose her job. But it was a lot of money, and he was pretty easy on the eye, not like it would be a hardship, she should never have flirted with him. It was crazy behaviour, not at all her usual professional manner, but it was a quiet flight for First Class, and the only other passenger had taken a sleeping tablet, and asked not to be disturbed. Boredom had set in, so she’d responded to his flirting. It was somewhere around his fifth whiskey, that he’d mentioned the first class mile high club and slipped the envelope into the pocket of her apron. Sarah picked up the envelope, opening it just enough to riffle through the wad of bills. Making a decision she opened a cupboard, tucking the envelope in her bag before throwing back the rest of the champagne, and making her way to his seat.
He took her hand leading her towards the toilet, “You don’t mind? I want the whole experience.” Sarah nodded thinking that at least there weren’t any cameras in there. He opened the door and she slipped in, moving so he could follow her and close the door. She faced him waiting for him to take the lead, in the confines of the cubicle there was very little room to manoeuvre and he quickly pulled her against him. He ducked his head to kiss her and Sarah leant into him, tasting the whiskey he’d just drunk. He continued kissing her, one hand running down her back to stroke her bottom, the other sliding between them to squeeze her breast. He paused for a breath before kissing her down neck continuing to work her flesh with his hands.
As she relaxed she slid a hand down to stroke the bulge showing through his trousers. He unbuttoned her shirt and lifted one tit out of her bra taking it in his mouth, as his hand slid under her skirt, moving up her thigh and cupping her pussy, sucking harder on her nipple as he felt the wetness soaking her knickers. He pushed them to one side sliding a finger into her easily, while she unfastened his fly, freeing him so she could stroke his length, feeling him swell and harden in her hand. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and lifted them to his mouth, licking them before putting his hands on Sarah’s hips and lifting her onto the edge of the sink. He held her knickers to one side as she guided him into her, wrapping her legs around his thighs pulling him tight against her, and rolling her hips to make the most of the small space. He started thrusting harder, bumping against the wall, and she moaned feeling herself getting close to coming. He moved his hand to her nipple pinching and twisting and she came, tightening around him as her orgasm crashed over her. Feeling her orgasm pushed him over the edge and he came, panting and moaning, as he leant into her.
Sarah straightened her skirt, checking her shirt was buttoned properly, and smoothing her hands over her hair, before slipping on her jacket. Checking all was in place she opened the exit door, as her passengers left she smiled, “Thank you for flying with us, we do hope you’ll come again.”
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