Page 7 of Mile High Baby

Iwas a man who lived fairly frugally. The exception was travel. I didn't care very much about luxury. What I cared about was comfort. My 6'2" frame needed legroom, and I didn't much like having other people's elbows poking into me. Fortunately, I was able to get a first-class ticket on a flight from London to New York.

Although I was technically off, since I'd be leaving the country, I felt compelled to check in with Saint Security here in London to let them know that I would be heading to the United States for a week or so. Then I contacted the New York office to let them know that I would be in town in case there was anything I should check in on. The truth was, if Henry was having troubles with George Pitney, he was going to need more than me protecting his daughter, and I wanted to talk with people I trusted in the company about beefing up Henry's security. I understood that Henry had concerns, and so I would honor his request by protecting his daughter myself. It was unlikely that George Pitney would infiltrate anyone working with Saint Security, so having extra men wouldn’t be a problem. Yes, we had done some work for George in the past, but there was no love lost. Once the company dropped its mercenary program, it now only worked with people it deemed were on the up and up. Or at the very least, we only did work that was on the up and up. No more morally questionable ops for us.

I boarded the plane, and a steward brought me a whiskey to enjoy as the rest of the passengers boarded. I used the time to make a quick call to Archer Graves who ran the West Coast operations of Saint Security, but he had also taken over the company when Noel retired. It had been a shock to me when Noel left the business. It'd been a bigger shock when I heard he'd gotten married and had a couple of kids.

Archer, whom Noel had put in charge of the company, had also married and had kids. And hell, not that long ago, Dax Sheppard, the last person in the world I ever thought would get married outside of myself, also got married and had a couple of kids. It made me wonder if there was something in the air or the water on the West Coast. I made a mental note to avoid that area, which was a shame because there were some beautiful outdoor adventures in places like Yosemite or the Pacific Northwest.

After everyone boarded, it appeared that I wasn't going to have a seatmate. I was glad to have the extra space to stretch out during the eight-hour flight. But then, at the last minute, a young woman rushed onto the plane. She dressed like a college student with jeans ripped at the knees, a T-shirt, and an oversized men's shirt over it. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. But while her clothes weren't much to look at, the woman had curve after curve. I liked curves. And holy hell, her eyes were a color I wasn't sure existed. It reminded me of the color of Lake Pehoé in Chile. I suppose turquoise would be the closest color. Once I was able to tear my gaze away from her eyes, it drifted down to her lips, which were full and lush.

I turned away, looking out the window partly so as not to appear like some old pervert, but also because I couldn't allow my overactive libido to get the best of me. Oh, sure, ten years ago, I would have been intrigued by the idea of a mile-high adventure, but I liked to think I had matured since then. That wasn't to say that I didn't like sexual adventure because I did. But right now, I needed to keep my head in the game, which was figuring out how to keep Henry and his daughter safe from George Pitney.

And yet... I couldn’t help myself. I had to talk to her. Yes, I was a bit of an asshole. I suppose I was hoping she’d be offended and ignore me because the more I looked at her and talked to her, the more the urge for her grew. And she was offended, but she didn’t ignore me. She stood up to me, called me out, and that was it for me. A strong, feisty woman, with curves and lips made for kissing... or sucking... Good Christ. Thank God she wasn’t a college student, as my next move would make me a fucking pervert. As it was, I was the clichéd dirty old man.

"The nice thing about these types of adventures is that they tend to be one and done. That’s what makes them exciting. It's a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You won't ever see the other person again, which is in fact quite freeing, allowing you to explore in ways you might not with anyone else." Would she understand what I was suggesting?

I watched her, but she didn’t respond. Ah, well. I tried. "But not everyone has the spirit of adventure like that."

"I do."

I was sure she spoke before she’d had time to think. That told me she was interested even if she was hesitant.

"Shall we find out?"

When she didn’t respond, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wasn’t going to spend the next eight hours with a hard-on.

I stood, and she moved her legs to let me out to the aisle.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"All this talk has made me hard. I’m going to go take care of it. Or maybe an adventure waits for me." If I were lucky, she’d join me. If not, I’d take care of business.

It was a little bit unsettling how much this woman turned me on. But there was no way I was going to go through the rest of us flight with a hard-on. One way or the other, my dick was going to be dealt with. The question was, was she going to help me with it?

I made my way to the restroom, opening the door, sending her a wink, and stepping in. I closed the door behind me but didn't lock it. I decided I would wait a few minutes before whipping out my dick and stroking one off.

My sense was that she was a woman who wanted adventure and excitement in her life, but she hadn't indulged in it very much. I was certain that she wanted to join me in the bathroom, but she wasn't sure if she had the courage to do so. That is, until there was a slight knock on the door.

I put my hands on her hips and tugged her close. "I hope your table and chair are in the upright position, because I'm about to take you for a ride."

The first thing I did was push up her shirt and bra to get a look at her tits, and Jesus fuck, they didn’t disappoint. They were large and soft and best of all, real. Then I discovered her pussy, and it, too, was like a wonderland. Hot. Wet. Tight.

Sex in a bathroom is no easy feat on a commercial flight these days. But I was determined to make the most of it, including tasting her pussy. That too didn’t disappoint. She had a sweet, exotic taste. I worried we’d get caught before I could fuck her, especially if she turned out to be a screamer. Thankfully, she found a workaround and I was able to make her come and drink up her juice. Christ, it was good.

I was practically shaking as I set her back on the sink and freed my dick. "My cock is ready to explode." I rolled a condom over my length, enjoying the way she watched my dick. Most women had a moment of trepidation, but not Victoria. If I wasn’t mistaken, she wanted to suck it. I wondered if we’d have time for that, but I had to get inside that hot pussy or die.

I held my dick, rubbing the tip through her folds. "Tell me you want this."

"I do. God, do I want it."

With my free hand, I lifted her thigh, opening her and hooking her leg around my hip. "Tell me specifically what you want."

"I want you to fuck me with your massive cock, Sterling."

“Fuck yeah.” I sank into her sweet heat. God damn, like the rest of her, it felt perfect as her pussy swallowed me up. I could feel the heat. Her pussy massaged my cock, making my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I wished I had more time, a bigger space, a dick that wasn’t already on the verge of exploding.

I moved, doing my damnedest to keep control. I rubbed my thumb over her clit and sucked a nipple, driving her back up to the brink.

Her fingers gripped my arms. I was sure I’d have marks. Good. I knew I was doing it right when a woman left her mark.