It’s been a rough few months.
Your stalker has been leaving you notes almost daily now. They started to appear in your car, calling you beautiful, saying you belong to someone who would take care of you. A little odd at first, but truly concerning when they appeared on your doorstep.
He gradually became more sexual and threatening, determined that he would have you one day. So you told your friends about it, and some even offered to come stay with you for a while, which you took them up on. But you called the police the day you found a note on your bed.
‘Your scent is intoxicating. Your bed, soft. You belong to me. My seed left on your pillow is a reminder of how easily I can reach you. Yours Truly, B.’
The cops were useless. Nothing could be done until he caused actual harm, or you knew who he was. This sent you spiraling. You had to get out.
So you’re boarding a flight to go stay with a friend, hoping the time and distance will make him lose interest. You’ve arranged for some guy friends to check on your place periodically and are willing to stay away as long as it takes.
The flight attendant’s smile is over exaggerated and familiar as you enter the plane. It’s dark outside but the cabin lights let you see the faces of passengers already seated. It’s chilly. Not cold enough for a jacket but you’re glad you brought a small blanket to wrap yourself up in and try to sleep.
21F. 21F. You repeat in your head over and over as you make your way down the cabin. It’s not a full flight. You see many open seats and can’t help but think who you’ll be sitting next to, if anyone.
Then our eyes meet. You’re still a few seats away but you can see the small ‘21’ above my head. I have a small grin on my face, hoping you’re the one taking the seat next to me, and not the middle-aged man behind you.
You smile politely as you reach our row, motioning with your hand that you’re taking the window seat next to me. I jump up and move to the side so you can get in after putting your bag overhead. My smile has grown to its full size now, happy with my placement on the plane.
I follow behind you and we sit down at the same time. You occupy your gaze by adjusting in your seat, fastening your belt and getting your phone out. But you can see me watching you from the corner of your eyes.
You’re the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And I know I shouldn’t be staring but I can’t help it. So I watch you get comfortable.I watch you place your blanket on your lap. And I watch you brush your hair back behind your ear before looking up at me.
“Hi, I’m John.” I whisper as though what I’m telling you is a secret.
You respond kindly, willing to chat a little before you try to get some sleep. But I continue on, and you find yourself enjoying my attention.
“Traveling for work?” I ask.
You say no, that you’re just going to visit a friend. But I can tell there’s something unsaid.
“Well I hope you have fun. And I love your nails.”
You lift your hand and extend your fingers to show them off a little as you thank me for the compliment.
Our smalltalk feels natural and effortless. We talk about pets, work, your recent birthday, Sense8, and you tell me a little about why you’re actually leaving home.
I sympathize and try to reassure you that you’re making the right call, and that it will all work out.
You’ve been so off-put by any attention from men recently that having a normal conversation with me is refreshing and a little comforting. You find yourself opening up as my genuine interest breaks down your walls.
We continue talking as the plane takes off. It’s just the two of us in our row, and I could move over to the aisle seat but I want to be close to you. So I stay where I am, fixated on you, watching your lips move, taking every chance I get to look you in the eyes.
You hardly notice as the cabin lights turn off, and we both lower our voices and lean in a little to continue talking. It’s dark, but a faint glow from the seatbelt sign and a distant reading light allow us to see each other. So we continue on.
You start telling me about your friend. How she’s always asking you to come visit her, and how excited she was when you told her you’d be coming.
Then you feel my hand touch your leg.
You immediately stop talking and freeze. Your instinct is to slap my hand away but you can’t move. And as my hand slips under your blanket, slowly rolling over your skin, you look up at me.
We lock eyes and I grin again. You want to stop me but you can’t find the strength. Your mind is racing and you can feel your heart pounding. Unable to take action, you continue with what you were saying.
You shakily tell me how your friend is always there for you, even now that you don’t live near each other. And how she’s the best person to help get your mind off what’s happening at home.
My hand finds rest mid-calf, reaching far enough to touch the seat beneath you.
You stumble on your words and ramble on, hoping if you talk long enough you might have time to think about what’s happening. Questioning for a moment if it’s even real, you look down to be sure.
You see my right arm bent towards you, partially hidden under your blanket. It’s real. My hand is actually on your leg, touching your skin. And you haven’t stopped me yet.
You watch my eyes traverse your body as you continue on about nothing. I’m focused and intent on memorizing your curves as my hand begins to move again. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your head and neck. The thumping is deafening as the warmth from my hand causes your legs to spread. And the sensation on your skin sends ripples through your body.
Your words are lost and you forget how to speak as your breath is cut short and shallow.
Then my fingers reach your lips. You immediately close your legs, trapping my hand before you reach up and grab my wrist.
“I can stop at any time. Just say the word” I whisper.
You open your mouth to tell me off, but nothing comes out. The low hum of the plane continues as you find yourself unable to say no. Your desire to keep the warmth of my hand between your legs overpowers your better judgment of letting a stranger touch you.
I wait for your word, but it doesn’t come. I watch your lips. They’re still. Quiet. So I look back up into your eyes, then bring my lips to your ear and tell you not to worry. That I’ll take care of you.
My reassurance causes your legs to open once again. My cue to get to work.
I leave my hand in its place as I start to kiss your neck. Light pressure from my lips forces your head back after you glance around to see if anyone is watching. The height of the seats makes it impossible for anyone to see me start biting your perfect skin.
My right hand pulls your leg towards me, making the blanket fall from your lap onto the ground. I reach over with my left hand and grab your side, caressing your body before stretching my hand up and firmly gripping your breast over your shirt.
You take a deep breath, then constrict all your muscles. You pull your hands towards your chest as if trying to contain the shiver that is released, sending a wave out from your center. It flows through your arms and legs, causing your hands to tremble. And as my fingers reach your nipple and pinch, a second wave is released.
But I haven’t come this far to be content with touching. I want all of you. Right now. On this plane, in the dark, while the other passengers sleep. So I drop my left hand from your chest and let it slide along your stomach before reaching your shorts.
I press my fingers and palm against your skin, allowing them to slip beneath your underwear. And as the warmth from my fingers reaches your lips you reach over and grab my shoulder. But despite your nails digging into my arm, my middle finger glides between your labia and finds your clit.
You hold your breath. Your other senses are dulled. And your world becomes the slow circular motion I make with the tip of my finger.
I control your heartbeat with my rhythm. I form perfect, tiny circles on your clit. Faster on the drop, then painfully slow on the rise. So slow you can feel the texture of my fingerprint.
I watch you gasp for air and clench my arm as I use my index and ring fingers to squeeze your lips together while continuing my circles.
But it’s still not enough. I want more from you.
And your shorts are in the way.
I release you from my grip to undo your bottoms. And you know what I want, and what this means. So you try to protest, thinking this is surely a line you can’t cross. Not here. But before you can react your shorts are being pulled down past your knees, and dropped to your ankles. It’s too late.
You open your mouth to produce some sort of resistance, but are silenced by my words.
“Let me take care of you.”
And without another fight, you give yourself to me.
I pull your body up out of your seat and stand you in front of me, facing forward. You lean over, trying your best to not be noticed in the dark cabin.
Then I unzip my pants and pull my throbbing cock out of its cage. You can feel its heat as I slap it against your ass. It stiffens even more as I move your panties to the side and expose your perfect pussy.
And as patient as I’ve been, I can’t wait another second.
I hold my cock against your lips as I reach up and pull down on your shoulder. And with one slow, consistent heave my cock bends slightly on your hole before the pressure is released and I enter you.
I don’t stop until you take every inch. Hours seem to pass as your engorged lips take all of me, engrossing me entirely.
You're holding the seat in front of you as if it can save you. And I see the light strain in your face so I just let the moment pass, holding you down on my dick. No movement. No budging.
The sensation of my throbbing cock inside you is more than enough. Each pulse seems harder and deeper than the last. Each vibration echoing in your bones.
And just as you have learned to accept all of me inside you, I lift your ass up and watch as my cock becomes visible again between your cheeks. But before my head can escape your clutch, I pull back down on your shoulder and slam you onto me. Then lift. And pull. Lift. Pull.
Your pussy is tight, wet and warm. It’s more than I could have asked for. It’s perfect in every way and I can feel it milking the cum from me faster than I expected.
But I won't stop.
I wrap your hair in my hand and begin to yank your head back with every drop. Your ass slaps my lap and for a second I think we’re going to wake someone up. Then I’m back to admiring your smooth ass riding my increasingly stiff dick.
You no longer need my assistance as you start to bounce on me, chasing the feeling of the last thrust. Addicted to the next hump.
I slap your ass before pulling your hair back enough to bring your face next to mine, our lips an inch from touching.
“I need to cum in you. I need to make you mine. Will you take it?” I ask, desperation in my voice. As if nothing else in this world mattered.
And just as you nod your head, accepting what I have to give, I explode. I cum hard. Releasing everything into you.
The sensation sends you over the edge as well and you exhort what little energy you have left in three more lifts and drops while you climax on me. The last hump ending with my cum dripping off your lips and onto my legs.
Our breathing is synced as you lay back on my chest and we try to come back to reality.
“Good girl.” I whisper in your ear.
We both take in the moment for a few seconds longer before you come to your senses. You slide off me, moving to your seat and pulling your shorts back on.
I put my cock away and make a half-hearted attempt to clean myself up before looking over at you.
We meet eyes and smile for a moment before you look away and bring your blanket up, wrapping yourself in it.
I tell you to get some rest before kissing your cheek.
You can’t think of a single word to say, so you just smile. Then you close your eyes, lean against my shoulder, and fall asleep.
You sleep soundly. Safe and satisfied. Hours pass.
When you wake up to the nudging of the flight attendant, you realize I’m gone, along with the rest of the passengers. You take a moment to remember where you are before gathering your things and hurrying off the plane.
You look around the gate, trying to find me in the crowd. And you start to think it was all just a dream before you notice a piece of paper in your pocket. You pull it out to find a note.
‘You are mine now and forever. Yours truly, B’