I'm Late, I'm Late, I'm Late! - Bedroom Fantasies #90

I think to myself as I sprint to the gate, I can’t miss this flight, I have to get on this damn plane!

"Melbourne to Spain, now boarding gate 3."

Oh no, I’m not going to make it.

I finally find the line and—thump!

I hit the ground hard, head first. How embarrassing. I gaze up, a little dazed. In a haze I see this tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man standing over me. He reaches out his long chiselled arm, gesturing for me to take his hand.

"Are you okay? I’m so, sorry I didn’t even see you down there," he says apologetically, a look of regret shooting across his face.

"I’ll be fine."

"Here, let me help you with your bags, it’s the least I can do!” he begged slightly.

I laugh and say, "Sure, can you take the heavy one?” I blushed as he was still holding my hand, and I jerked it back to my side like a little schoolgirl.

We stroll onto the plane. I search for my seat, hoping to get the window and space for my bags. The plane is crowded, with every seat already filled. Finally, I get to my seat.

"Damn it! The aisle seat,” I muttered under my breath in annoyance.

"Fuck!" I hear from a seat over.

I gaze over only to see the same tall, blue-eyed man next to me.

"I hate the aisle seat...but on second thought, this might be an alright flight," he expresses as he looks at the ticket in my hand. I start blushing. Startled by his comment, I start to get butterflies. He reaches up to put his bag in the overhead locker, his shirt rising with him. I can see his well-toned torso. I sit down quickly and try to focus on anything else.

The plane starts taking off and I can’t help but be nervous. I get a tap on the shoulder and I look over only to see the blue-eyed man reach out his hand.

"Rafael, and you are?"

"Melissa," I reply quickly yet apprehensively. Rafael shakes my hand, shivers racing up my arm, butterflies shooting through my stomach.

We start talking, for what seemed like forever. Nothing but sexual tension rising. Questions getting deeper and more intimate.

We hit some turbulence and the drink of the elderly women next to me flies right into my lap and chest, leaving me soaked, staining my white blouse. I stand up only to find that my blouse has become completely translucent, leaving my hard nipples on display. I get up and run to the bathroom, mortified. Rafael follows. I try to close the bathroom door but Rafael wedges his big muscly hands stopping the door from closing. He pushes himself in, locking the door behind him.

"Please, let me help you," he whispers. His strong, soft hands slowly unbutton my blouse. His finger brush past my firm, perky nipples. He runs his long fingers down my stomach and a long trail of goosebumps follows. I exhale deeply as I lock eyes with him, slowly unbuckling his leather belt. He lifts me up onto the cold bathroom counter, keeping me warm with just his body. As he enters me slowly and tightly, holding me with just his hands, I can’t help but let out a big moan. He covers my mouth with his hand only to realise he’s turning me on more. With every thrust, my moans get louder and louder. He throws me against the door, my breasts pushed up against my chest.

"Am I hurting you?" he asks politely.

"I’m a big girl, I can handle it," I reply devilishly. The thrusts get deeper and quicker, my body slamming against the cold metal door. My moans echo through the plane. I can’t stop now — my thighs are shivering as I’m climaxing.

We're both startled by a loud knock. It’s a flight attendant. The whole plane can hear us.

Submitted by Melissa from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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