Chapter 2
“I like the sound of that. Miss?” Jon’s eyes strayed from hers briefly “could I have another Jack and Coke? Amber, love the name, love the color, same color as whiskey.”
Her heart lurched again; he was more interested in drinking that what she was ready for? How could he? Her eyes blazed at him instantly, this wasn’t how she expected their first meeting to go. “Whiskey?”
Laughing lightly, her angry eyes drilling holes into his skull, Jon could see he’d made a misstep and was backtracking to figure out where. “Was I being rude? Didn’t I ask if you wanted a drink, darlin?”
‘Damn him, calling me darlin again. Why can’t I think straight when he does that and his hand is....um...yeah, I was mad about what?’ She could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric of her tight blouse that was cut low enough that he didn’t really have to make an effort to touch her breasts, yet his fingers were cupping one of them right there in the plane in front of God and everybody and she couldn’t make her mind work enough to protest even weakly.
“Did you want a drink?” Her heart was beating rapidly, her heat rising beneath his experienced hand, knowing the reaction and banking on it to douse her anger.
Nodding Amber had to fight for enough semblance of sanity to form the words “rum and coke” she gasped as his fingers tightened a fraction. ‘Dear God, what was I thinking, what was he doing, what am I doing?’ Her brain was scrambling faster than his fingers were circling her areola over the fabric of her blouse. “I need to use the toilet.” Blushing at the sound of her own voice and how stupid it sounded, the heat of his fingers left her breast and the cloud that was gathering over her mind cleared.
In a gentlemanly gesture, Jon helped her up from the compromised position she was in to help steady her. Winking, he quietly asked, “need any help in there?”
Amber stumbled backwards against the wall that separated the flight attendants galley from the front row where Jon was seated “ah, yeah, in a couple minutes” then escaped to the bathroom, closing the door and pausing before deciding to lock it. Shaking from her close encounter, she stared hard at her reflection, her skin was flushed, and fortunately that seemed to be the only outward evidence that she’d just spent the last five minutes or so cuddled on her rock idol’s lap. ‘Damn, how can I tell anyone that he...’ She looked down where his fingers had been and shivered, her nipple was rock hard standing there at attention and pushing against the thin fabric. Pulling down her panties she sat on the toilet and took care of what she’d come in here to do.
Her black silk panties were still at her knees when the door opened after she unlocked it and he was standing there, a knowing grin on his face, an instant later he was crowded into the tiny room with her, his lips hard against hers. Instinctively her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the sound of the lock sliding home vaguely registering in her ears as her fantasy began playing out for real and she was shoulder to thigh solidly against the hottest rock god on the planet. His hands were everywhere it seemed at once, across her back, on her breasts, between her legs and she gave him latitude because this was what she always wanted, him, here, on a plane. Before she could almost blink her blouse was hanging around her neck, her bra thrown onto the toilet top, his mouth, oh god that luscious mouth was working its magic on her breast, she threw her head back against the wall and gave him access, stifling a groan for fear the entire plane would know what they were doing.
His fingers were on the lips of her bare flesh, parting it, stroking her, bringing her to the edge, his hand drenched in her pearly fluid, Amber wanted this, wanted him inside her, she currently didn’t care if he thought she was a slut or easy, she just wanted him to ease the fire that was building. There was no romance in this, no schoolgirl illusions, he wanted sex, she was accessible and willing and he was taking what she was offering. One finger slipped easily inside, she gasped as a second and third joined in, through the haze of her sexual fervor she glimpsed the electric blue of his eyes glittering down at her and could sense the power of his need that was caged inside. Closing her eyes against the tidal wave of passion that was beginning to crest within her, her hands found their way inside his skin tight, black leather pants and grasped tightly against his slick skin that was as heated as hers. Wanting what he wanted, Amber forced herself to think clearly enough to find the buckle and started to undo it when he pushed her hands away and unzipped the fly instead, her eyes immediately focused on the shaft of her dreams, long, hard, thick and standing at full rigid attention against the front of those pants.
Before he could move she sank down onto the toilet seat, taking it in both hands and licked the length of it slowly and leisurely, tasting the saltiness of him as she watched his eyes trained on what she was doing, the blue seeming to get more brilliant as she rounded the head with her tongue and then slipped it inside her mouth and sucked. Hard. He bit back a groan of his own as she worked it, her hands sliding where her mouth had left, then receding as they were replaced again, stroking, sucking, tasting him. This was exactly what she wanted, no strings, no complications, just him, here, on the plane. He wasn’t her first by any stretch, she knew what she was doing to him and was increasingly aware of how his shaft was growing with her attentions, the hot throbbing sex of him in her hands about to explode on her, as the first drops of his cum escaped her eyes watched, then looked up before licking it with the same pleasure a cat would when given cream.
He was almost in pain from the intensity of her pleasuring him, unwilling to ruin her clothes by cuming on her, he quickly unrolled the rubber that he’d placed on the stainless steel counter. With the limited space within the bathroom it took some doing, but they managed to get it onto his engorged shaft with a minimum of effort and a couple of stray giggles on her part. Then he lifted her and impaled her on his rod, the feel of him inside her almost was her undoing before he’d taken one stroke. He held her there as if he sensed what was happening, then lifted her with his muscular, strong arms and settled her back down again. Amber bit her lip hard to keep from screaming as the ecstasy flew higher as he repeated the movement over and over, her legs wrapped tightly against his waist as it seemed the only way he could get deeper access to her, access that she desperately wanted. Small explosions began to go off in her head as her orgasm neared, his heat undoing any thoughts that may have attempted to form, all she was capable of was feeling and reacting to him inside her, deeper, faster, deeper yet and then release. His mouth captured hers as she almost screamed her ecstasy and swallowed the cry of passion that escaped. Amber clung to him, content to have his lips pressed against hers, his tongue leisurely exploring the depths of her mouth while she scrambled to regain her wits after the high-speed, but oh so pleasurable experience.
“You okay?” His voice brought her back to earth, that low, gravelly, deep voice that could bring her to awareness just hearing him on one of her CDs in her bedroom.
Nodding vaguely, she felt him let her down, placing her on the seat of the toilet. Now she was eye level with his still half-erect manhood and even in that state was formidable, not that it was the largest she’d ever seen or had, but the words of one of his interviews where he said that his magic genie grew as it was rubbed came to mind and she smiled to herself.
“What?” The boy-next-door innocent grin was there gazing down at her as he cleaned himself.
“Nothing, just remembering one of your interviews about your genie.”
His eyes widened and he began to chuckle. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You didn’t lie.” The deep rumble of his laughter filled the room as she feared it would fill the entire plane. ‘Oh god, I have to walk out of here and everyone will know what we did!’ Panic began rising within her, she wanted to fuck him ever since she was a teenager and he was singing Living in Sin. Now she had fulfilled her fantasy and the idea that a planeload of people would know it horrified her.
Jon saw the instantaneous change in her demeanor. “What?”
“People are going to know what we did!”
“I’ll just leave and you stay put. Lock the door and wait for my signal.” Zipping himself up again, he winked, opened the door, closed it and left her there with her recently fulfilled dream suddenly a nightmare.
“What the hell was that?” She asked herself as she cleaned herself up and waited for his signal. Fidgeting in the tiny room she waited, impatiently, almost opening the door a half dozen times as the minutes ticked by that turned into an eternity, finally she heard the pilot announcing they were landing and she unlocked the door, but didn't leave the bathroom, no she was determined not to let anyone see her embarrassment. Feeling the plane coming to a standstill on the tarmac she continued to stay in the john waiting for him to tell her the coast was clear, then the realization came that she was alone on the plane, nobody was coming to give her a signal and sheepishly she opened the door to see a startled flight attendant about to depart the plane.
“You’ve been in there all this time?”
“Yes, ma’am. Everyone’s gone?”
“You were the one with Jon. He left you this note.” Smiling knowingly, she waited as Amber took it and headed back to her assigned seat to get her things, then walked forward, the note clutched tightly in her hand, afraid to read it for fear of breaking out into tears in front of the woman that was being understanding, yet had that censorious look of someone that didn’t approve of what she’d done.
“Thank you.” Exiting the plane she quickly made it to the ladies room and sat down on a toilet seat to read what he’d written. ‘Amber, thank you for a most enjoyable flight. Welcome to the mile high club. Hope to see you at the party. Jon’ Reading it again, she couldn’t believe how callous he sounded on paper, then she chastised herself. It was what she wanted. She wanted to get laid by Jon Bon Jovi since she was a kid and now she’d gotten her dream, why then did it seem so empty, so incomplete? Gathering her things again, she trooped down to the baggage carousel and collected her suitcases so she could go visit her widowed aunt as she originally planned and could forget about her mile high interlude with the man she’d fantasized about nearly her entire life.
Her heart lurched again; he was more interested in drinking that what she was ready for? How could he? Her eyes blazed at him instantly, this wasn’t how she expected their first meeting to go. “Whiskey?”
Laughing lightly, her angry eyes drilling holes into his skull, Jon could see he’d made a misstep and was backtracking to figure out where. “Was I being rude? Didn’t I ask if you wanted a drink, darlin?”
‘Damn him, calling me darlin again. Why can’t I think straight when he does that and his hand is....um...yeah, I was mad about what?’ She could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric of her tight blouse that was cut low enough that he didn’t really have to make an effort to touch her breasts, yet his fingers were cupping one of them right there in the plane in front of God and everybody and she couldn’t make her mind work enough to protest even weakly.
“Did you want a drink?” Her heart was beating rapidly, her heat rising beneath his experienced hand, knowing the reaction and banking on it to douse her anger.
Nodding Amber had to fight for enough semblance of sanity to form the words “rum and coke” she gasped as his fingers tightened a fraction. ‘Dear God, what was I thinking, what was he doing, what am I doing?’ Her brain was scrambling faster than his fingers were circling her areola over the fabric of her blouse. “I need to use the toilet.” Blushing at the sound of her own voice and how stupid it sounded, the heat of his fingers left her breast and the cloud that was gathering over her mind cleared.
In a gentlemanly gesture, Jon helped her up from the compromised position she was in to help steady her. Winking, he quietly asked, “need any help in there?”
Amber stumbled backwards against the wall that separated the flight attendants galley from the front row where Jon was seated “ah, yeah, in a couple minutes” then escaped to the bathroom, closing the door and pausing before deciding to lock it. Shaking from her close encounter, she stared hard at her reflection, her skin was flushed, and fortunately that seemed to be the only outward evidence that she’d just spent the last five minutes or so cuddled on her rock idol’s lap. ‘Damn, how can I tell anyone that he...’ She looked down where his fingers had been and shivered, her nipple was rock hard standing there at attention and pushing against the thin fabric. Pulling down her panties she sat on the toilet and took care of what she’d come in here to do.
Her black silk panties were still at her knees when the door opened after she unlocked it and he was standing there, a knowing grin on his face, an instant later he was crowded into the tiny room with her, his lips hard against hers. Instinctively her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the sound of the lock sliding home vaguely registering in her ears as her fantasy began playing out for real and she was shoulder to thigh solidly against the hottest rock god on the planet. His hands were everywhere it seemed at once, across her back, on her breasts, between her legs and she gave him latitude because this was what she always wanted, him, here, on a plane. Before she could almost blink her blouse was hanging around her neck, her bra thrown onto the toilet top, his mouth, oh god that luscious mouth was working its magic on her breast, she threw her head back against the wall and gave him access, stifling a groan for fear the entire plane would know what they were doing.
His fingers were on the lips of her bare flesh, parting it, stroking her, bringing her to the edge, his hand drenched in her pearly fluid, Amber wanted this, wanted him inside her, she currently didn’t care if he thought she was a slut or easy, she just wanted him to ease the fire that was building. There was no romance in this, no schoolgirl illusions, he wanted sex, she was accessible and willing and he was taking what she was offering. One finger slipped easily inside, she gasped as a second and third joined in, through the haze of her sexual fervor she glimpsed the electric blue of his eyes glittering down at her and could sense the power of his need that was caged inside. Closing her eyes against the tidal wave of passion that was beginning to crest within her, her hands found their way inside his skin tight, black leather pants and grasped tightly against his slick skin that was as heated as hers. Wanting what he wanted, Amber forced herself to think clearly enough to find the buckle and started to undo it when he pushed her hands away and unzipped the fly instead, her eyes immediately focused on the shaft of her dreams, long, hard, thick and standing at full rigid attention against the front of those pants.
Before he could move she sank down onto the toilet seat, taking it in both hands and licked the length of it slowly and leisurely, tasting the saltiness of him as she watched his eyes trained on what she was doing, the blue seeming to get more brilliant as she rounded the head with her tongue and then slipped it inside her mouth and sucked. Hard. He bit back a groan of his own as she worked it, her hands sliding where her mouth had left, then receding as they were replaced again, stroking, sucking, tasting him. This was exactly what she wanted, no strings, no complications, just him, here, on the plane. He wasn’t her first by any stretch, she knew what she was doing to him and was increasingly aware of how his shaft was growing with her attentions, the hot throbbing sex of him in her hands about to explode on her, as the first drops of his cum escaped her eyes watched, then looked up before licking it with the same pleasure a cat would when given cream.
He was almost in pain from the intensity of her pleasuring him, unwilling to ruin her clothes by cuming on her, he quickly unrolled the rubber that he’d placed on the stainless steel counter. With the limited space within the bathroom it took some doing, but they managed to get it onto his engorged shaft with a minimum of effort and a couple of stray giggles on her part. Then he lifted her and impaled her on his rod, the feel of him inside her almost was her undoing before he’d taken one stroke. He held her there as if he sensed what was happening, then lifted her with his muscular, strong arms and settled her back down again. Amber bit her lip hard to keep from screaming as the ecstasy flew higher as he repeated the movement over and over, her legs wrapped tightly against his waist as it seemed the only way he could get deeper access to her, access that she desperately wanted. Small explosions began to go off in her head as her orgasm neared, his heat undoing any thoughts that may have attempted to form, all she was capable of was feeling and reacting to him inside her, deeper, faster, deeper yet and then release. His mouth captured hers as she almost screamed her ecstasy and swallowed the cry of passion that escaped. Amber clung to him, content to have his lips pressed against hers, his tongue leisurely exploring the depths of her mouth while she scrambled to regain her wits after the high-speed, but oh so pleasurable experience.
“You okay?” His voice brought her back to earth, that low, gravelly, deep voice that could bring her to awareness just hearing him on one of her CDs in her bedroom.
Nodding vaguely, she felt him let her down, placing her on the seat of the toilet. Now she was eye level with his still half-erect manhood and even in that state was formidable, not that it was the largest she’d ever seen or had, but the words of one of his interviews where he said that his magic genie grew as it was rubbed came to mind and she smiled to herself.
“What?” The boy-next-door innocent grin was there gazing down at her as he cleaned himself.
“Nothing, just remembering one of your interviews about your genie.”
His eyes widened and he began to chuckle. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You didn’t lie.” The deep rumble of his laughter filled the room as she feared it would fill the entire plane. ‘Oh god, I have to walk out of here and everyone will know what we did!’ Panic began rising within her, she wanted to fuck him ever since she was a teenager and he was singing Living in Sin. Now she had fulfilled her fantasy and the idea that a planeload of people would know it horrified her.
Jon saw the instantaneous change in her demeanor. “What?”
“People are going to know what we did!”
“I’ll just leave and you stay put. Lock the door and wait for my signal.” Zipping himself up again, he winked, opened the door, closed it and left her there with her recently fulfilled dream suddenly a nightmare.
“What the hell was that?” She asked herself as she cleaned herself up and waited for his signal. Fidgeting in the tiny room she waited, impatiently, almost opening the door a half dozen times as the minutes ticked by that turned into an eternity, finally she heard the pilot announcing they were landing and she unlocked the door, but didn't leave the bathroom, no she was determined not to let anyone see her embarrassment. Feeling the plane coming to a standstill on the tarmac she continued to stay in the john waiting for him to tell her the coast was clear, then the realization came that she was alone on the plane, nobody was coming to give her a signal and sheepishly she opened the door to see a startled flight attendant about to depart the plane.
“You’ve been in there all this time?”
“Yes, ma’am. Everyone’s gone?”
“You were the one with Jon. He left you this note.” Smiling knowingly, she waited as Amber took it and headed back to her assigned seat to get her things, then walked forward, the note clutched tightly in her hand, afraid to read it for fear of breaking out into tears in front of the woman that was being understanding, yet had that censorious look of someone that didn’t approve of what she’d done.
“Thank you.” Exiting the plane she quickly made it to the ladies room and sat down on a toilet seat to read what he’d written. ‘Amber, thank you for a most enjoyable flight. Welcome to the mile high club. Hope to see you at the party. Jon’ Reading it again, she couldn’t believe how callous he sounded on paper, then she chastised herself. It was what she wanted. She wanted to get laid by Jon Bon Jovi since she was a kid and now she’d gotten her dream, why then did it seem so empty, so incomplete? Gathering her things again, she trooped down to the baggage carousel and collected her suitcases so she could go visit her widowed aunt as she originally planned and could forget about her mile high interlude with the man she’d fantasized about nearly her entire life.
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