Passion in the Sky (3 page)

PS—My corporate jet is in the hanger for maintenance and all the private planes were booked. I have an emergency meeting in London I must attend. As for my flight…it is getting better. How are you faring?

Gwen stared at the screen. His answer to her question about his preferred mode of transportation made sense. Lucky for her, he’d ended up on the same flight. With excitement coursing through her, she returned to the top of the message and reread it. He’d remove her panties with his teeth? Blood rushed through her veins. Her pussy spasmed. How could she respond to such an erotic message?

She pressed the reply icon and entered her response.

And what would you do after you remove them?

She moved her thumb to the send button, but before touching the screen she read his message again. Realising she’d missed his question, she returned to her message and added,
PS—I’m a bit warm, but very well. Thank you.

Gwen crossed her legs and smiled after she sent the message. Mr Sexy seemed nice and playful. With plenty of time to kill, she was more than ready and willing to keep the lines of communication active and heated.

Her inbox lit up with a new message within a few minutes.

Phillip.Connor@…
Good to hear you are feeling very well. I recommend you turn on the air above your head in case you become too warm. As for your question, I would take great pleasure in exploring your body with my tongue. Would this please you, Gwen?

Her jaw dropped as she read the message for a second time. Her nipples hardened at the thought of his tongue exploring her body. Was he for real? Surely he wouldn’t think about doing this to someone he knew nothing about. Or would he, since he was a billionaire? She entered her reply.

I’m flattered you’d consider exploring me, a complete stranger, with your tongue. But I do wonder… Do you say this to all the girls?

She pressed the send button and waited for a response. Although she enjoyed his flirtatious nature and sexy appeal, she wondered about his motives. Was he the type of man who used women for the sole purpose of fucking them? A man of his wealth could easily acquire women who didn’t care if the man treated her like a whore. Was his goal to lure Gwen with his money and prestige, then fuck her? Did he expect her to take it like a whore and keep her mouth shut? Gwen wouldn’t mind a one-night stand, but she demanded respect and courtesy. She would not let a man use her and then toss her aside as if she were nothing.

A new message arrived after several long minutes.

Phillip.Connor@…
Gwen, I do not say that to all the girls. And I do not consider you one of them. From your conservative attire and shapely legs, I gather you are a smart and sensible woman with high regard for your health and appearance. I value and respect women of your class. I also speculate from the way you blushed that you are a woman with strong desires seldom fulfilled. This saddens me. A fine, exquisite woman, such as yourself, should enjoy all the pleasures of life. Make no mistake I do not casually fuck for the sake of fucking or welcome every female to my bed. Although I am experienced in matters of carnal pleasure, I assure you I am an honourable man.

A number appeared at the top of her screen indicating she had another communication in her inbox. She reviewed the new item.

Phillip.Connor@…
PS—You didn’t answer my question.

Gwen stared at the message with a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The compliments boosted her confidence and raised her level of desire to the next heated level. He didn’t know a thing about her, yet he pointed out details that matched her exactly. Amazing. Now, was he a suave trickster, or genuinely honourable as he claimed?

Since she didn’t know enough about him to determine the answer, she returned to his prior email, read further and picked apart the last two lines. She interpreted them as he didn’t fuck every woman who piqued his fancy, but he adequately knew how to satisfy women. The lines also made it seem as if he were defending his position of interest in her and he didn’t want her to think he casually had sex with strangers. Bottom line—he didn’t use women for sex and he respected her.

The message calmed Gwen’s nerves. Her instinct favoured Phillip being a moral man, not a con artist. Besides, if he were the latter, the gossip tabloids would’ve spread the news by now.

She tapped the screen to prepare her response then noticed he wanted an answer to his last question. What was it anyway? She returned to his earlier email. The last question from him referenced his tongue exploring her body. Would it please her?

Knowing exactly what she wanted to say, she brought up the most recent communication and responded to it.

I appreciate your candour and the compliments. I value honesty and a man who respects women. Make no mistake I do not casually fuck for the sake of fucking or welcome every man into my panties. I do have strong desires, as you eloquently pointed out, and your tongue exploring my body would greatly satisfy said desires. Would it appease you?

Grinning, she hit the send button.

“Is everything well?” Wynona asked.

Gwen met her gaze. “Oh yes. Everything is fine.”

She leaned closer to the aisle so the older woman couldn’t read her messages and glanced towards the front of the plane. A blue curtain hid the passengers in first class. What a shame. Gwen would love to be a fly on the wall to see what Phillip was doing.

Several minutes passed before her inbox lit up with something new. Gwen tapped the screen.

Phillip.Connor@…
Well said, Gwen. Well said. To answer your question, my cock is already hard at the mere thought of seeing you in those red panties and exploring your body with my tongue. I would enjoy watching you squirm and hearing you moan. I welcome the chance to taste you and make you come. I’m growing harder by the second as I ponder this. I highly doubt I can last eight hours on this damn plane without seeing you again.

Now she really wished she could peek around the curtain to see him and his hard-on. She was half tempted to leave her seat, walk up there and sneak a quick look. But two attendants and a beverage cart now occupied the front of the aisle. Fate seemed to have other plans for her.

You might want to take care of that rigidity issue. I’d help you out, but there’s a cart blocking the way.

She lowered her device and watched the flight attendants serving drinks. One spoke to the row on the left while the other took care of the orders on the right. Spotting a bottled water, Gwen began to feel thirsty.

She glanced at her Kindle and found a new email.

Phillip.Connor@…
How could you help me? Please explain. I’d love to hear ;-)

The winking face made her grin. Staring at his message, she considered how to respond. He’d mentioned exploring her body with his tongue and tasting her. Why not provide equal treatment?

If we were alone, I’d unzip your pants and take hold of your cock. I’d roll my tongue underneath it and then kiss the head. After that, I’d slowly slide your length into my mouth. I’d take it deep down my throat and stroke it with my moist lips and tongue. I’d suck your dick and swallow your cum to help ease the pressure. Would this work for you?

Chuckling silently, she pressed the send icon. Giddiness grew faster than a wild flower within her. She felt like a schoolgirl playing with a boyfriend for the first time. It was clear from his responses, the lively conversation entertained him too. If this was living life to the fullest, then she wanted to continue living it.

When his response appeared on the screen, she hurried to view the message.

Phillip.Connor@…
Woman, I’m fucking hard as a rock and my jeans are suffocating me. I WANT you and those delicious lips of yours. Both sets. When can I have them? PS—your actions would work well for me.

A soft laugh slipped out of Gwen. Not only were her nipples hard buds, her panties were wet. She may need to change into the red bikini after all.

Dearest Phillip, I regret your condition. Please do what you must to relieve the pressure building since it appears any connection between us will be delayed.

She sent the email and waited, but not patiently.

Phillip.Connor@…
Bah! This is not acceptable. Come to me.

Gwen replied.
No.

Phillip.Connor@…
Squeeze by the cart. Claim you have an urgent need. You do, right?

She laughed softly.
I do, but I doubt I can squeeze my big rear by the cart.

Phillip.Connor@…
LMAO. Your ass is not as big as you think. Trust me. It’s just right and I’d love to spank it. Now get up and come to me.

Her cheeks warmed. Spank her ass? Her panties became wetter.

Sorry. You’ll have to wait.

Phillip.Connor@…
Damn it. What do I have to do? I’m about to burst.

Go to the bathroom and do what you need to do. That’s the best I can offer right now,
Gwen replied.

Phillip.Connor@…
No, I refuse to masturbate. I. WANT. YOU.

The last three words appealed to her inner woman. Too much time had passed since a man had said them to her. Warm, wet and insanely horny, she considered his message. He wanted a blow job and she was willing to give it. But they were on a plane without any privacy. Where could they go?

“Would you like a drink?”

Gwen looked up from her Kindle. A female attendant stood at her side with her attention directed past Gwen. Henry and Wynona requested their refreshments. The distraction from her prior thoughts of giving a blow job arrived at the right time and calmed Gwen’s raging hormones.

When the attendant met Gwen’s gaze, Gwen said, “Water please, with ice.”

While she prepared the beverages, Gwen lowered the tray from the seat in front of her. She set the device on her lap.

“Are your children okay?” Wynona asked softly. “You seem to be quite occupied.”

Henry took his plastic cup of juice from the attendant. “Would you leave her alone? If she wanted help, she’d ask for it.”

His comment seemed to annoy his wife. Wynona pressed her lips together and frowned. When the attendant handed her drink to her, she took it and didn’t bother to thank the young woman.

The attendant handed Gwen a cup.

“Thank you,” Gwen said as she collected her drink.

Gwen sipped the water slowly as the two females pushed their cart past her and spoke to the next row of passengers. The clear liquid slid down her throat and cooled her heated body. Maybe it was time for her to take a break from the messages and return to reality. While she enjoyed Phillip’s spirit, the fact remained they barely knew each other and he sat on the other side of the curtain. They had plenty of time left on the plane. No need to rush into anything.

She sucked on a small cube of ice. Once it had melted away, she decided to check her Kindle for messages. She lifted the device from her lap and as she held it in front of her face, she found three messages from Phillip. She started with the oldest.

Phillip.Connor@…
Did I mention I have a large cock?

Phillip.Connor@…
I believe you’ll like it. I haven’t had any complaints.

Phillip.Connor@…
Talk to me, Gwen.

She poured more ice cubes into her mouth before she typed a response.

Sucking on a cube and thinking of you. Relax. We have plenty of time. How long are you staying in London?

His reply arrived quickly.

Phillip.Connor@…
Make sure to swallow all the fluid from the cube. I’m staying in London for four days. How long are you staying and where?

Gwen typed a message to him.
I’m visiting for four days before I head to Paris. Can you recommend any historical places for me to visit?

Another prompt response arrived.

Phillip.Connor@…
My hotel.

The two words brought a smile to her face. She sent a short email to him.
LOL.

Phillip.Connor@…
Seriously.

And I suppose a tour of your room would be included.

Phillip.Connor@…
Of course. Only for you. I’ll make it worth your while. Promise.

The man continued to amaze her with his persistence. Before she sent another message to him, she finished her drink.

Very tempting.

Phillip.Connor@…
I meant what I said earlier. I want you and I want to explore your body with my tongue. Give me a chance to please you and I promise you won’t regret it.

Her body came alive with need as she read his words. The man had a flare for exciting her. She doubted very little that she’d regret any time spent with him, especially in an intimate nature.

Do you have any other plans in London besides attending business meetings?

She sucked on more ice while waiting for his reply.

Phillip.Connor@…
I have no other plans at the moment. I would welcome taking you to dinner and spending time with you. Please say yes.

Smiling, she typed her response.
Yes.