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Friday, 24 October 2014

First Chapter Friday: One Night in San Fransisco by Cass Peterson

Chapter One: Nicky

Flying over the ocean at four in the morning always makes me horny. It’s something about the quiet and the semi-darkness – something about the occasional snuffles and sighs, of being stranded miles above the sea. I’ve always wanted to wander the aisles, find an intriguing stranger, and lure him away for a few minutes frantic satisfaction. It’s just that sex in a toilet, however high in the sky, has never really done it for me.
According to the monitor on the seat in front of me, it would be a long time before we landed in San Francisco. Yawning, I wriggled in my uncomfortable chair. The little picture of the plane on the screen showed that we were still only halfway through our flight. Three more hours to kill and already I was feeling a need for some sort of relief. I glanced around. Everyone nearby seemed to be fast asleep – could I risk it? Slipping a hand under the blanket from my complimentary pack, I slid a tentative finger inside my stretchy leggings. I hadn’t bothered with underwear – smartness was unnecessary tonight; the more comfortable the better on these trips.
Nobody seemed to have noticed what I was up to, so I let my finger begin the gentle movement that would take me to the edge of reason in a very short time. Faster and faster I rubbed, until a low voice in my ear said ‘Can I help you at all?’
I froze. I was on the end of a row so there was only one person who could have been disturbed by my activities. The man in the suit. He was smiling at me, eyebrows raised. I gulped, face flaming in the darkness.
‘I’m sorry – I thought everyone was asleep,’ I whispered.
He laughed softly. ‘I guessed as much. But I’m wide awake and I’m very happy to assist.’
Intrigued, I looked more closely at my neighbour. He was around my own age – mid thirties –slight and dark, with a five o’clock shadow that suited him very well. I’d noticed him earlier. He was well worth looking at. Was he really offering to take over? I grinned.
‘Well, if you insist.’
The man was also half covered with a blanket so I didn’t notice his hand approaching until it was on my thigh. Already wet with lust at the thought of this unexpected bonus, I moved my hips to help him to reach under my clothes. His fingers were cool and slightly rough against the smooth skin of my stomach and his hand slid down confidently, going straight to the place it was most needed. I gasped involuntarily and he leaned towards me.
‘Shhhh,’ he murmured, ‘just let me deal with this.’
He broke off as his fingers began to move faster and I arched my back in ecstasy. I wanted this blissful sensation to last for as long as possible but he was pushing me to the brink much too quickly, the sensation of his hard, forceful middle finger driving me insane. I was so wet now that I was beginning to regret the no underwear decision. Unable to resist a whimper, I felt my entire body clench as the massive orgasm hit, waves of delight coursing through every inch of me. After a moment, still breathing heavily, I turned to look at him.
‘That was .... that was incredible,’ I breathed, putting a hand up to touch his stubble. ‘I don’t suppose you’d like me to return the favour, would you?’
I felt rather than heard him laugh. ‘You don’t know how tempting that offer is, sweetheart, but I’ve got a very important breakfast meeting with a hot shot publisher when we land and I don’t think it’d give the right impression if I turned up all crumpled and damp.’
Unable to resist seeing if he was as turned on as I’d been, I reached a hand under his blanket and pressed it against his crotch. The rigid shaft of his cock told me he meant what he said, and he couldn’t help moving against me as I caressed him through the smooth material of his suit. He moaned slightly and then removed my fingers.
‘That feels just amazing,’ he whispered, ‘but I really can’t. I’m sorry – I can tell you’re something of an expert in your field.’
I giggled. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment; not that I go around rummaging under men’s blankets on a regular basis, you understand.’
‘Of course not. Look, I’m in San Fran for a week – I’ll give you my card and you must call me if you’re staying long enough for a meet up? I’m free tonight, if you’d like dinner, maybe?’
‘That’d be nice - I’m only here for one night though. I’m on my way to stay with my brother in Southern California tomorrow evening but I’ve never seen the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, or the cable cars so I decided to stop off in San Francisco on the way and be a tourist for twenty four hours.’
‘Good place to have a brother.’
‘I know – he’s an actor. He lives somewhere in the hills in a huge house called Coast Starlight. He did tell me why he named it but I can’t remember. Something sentimental, I’m sure – he’s a big softie.
‘It was a nice idea to have a pit stop in the City first.’
‘Jack paid for it – this is his treat. He’s doing really well these days. I’d never have afforded it otherwise. I’ve brought him some great presents though to remind him of home. Marmite, a novelty big red bus moneybox, that sort of thing.’
‘Sounds great. Well, I’d love to see you later if you’ve got time? Will you ring me?’
I dimpled at him. ‘Might do. But you don’t even know my name. And more to the point, I don’t know yours.’
He grinned back and reached for my hand, turning it over and kissing the back of it so lightly that I’d have thought I’d imagined it if my whole body hadn’t begun to throb with pleasure at the touch of his lips. He began to work on my fingers, taking each one in his mouth by turn and sucking gently until I was almost at the combustion point again.
‘You really are a find,’ he said.
‘A what?’
‘A find. A lovely woman, easy in her own skin, sensual and ready for anything. I bet if I lifted you across my knee now and lowered you onto my cock, you’d come in seconds.’
‘Hmmm. Well, I’d like to answer that one but it’s a long story.’ We were still whispering, but I noticed one or two nearby people starting to stir and look around to see who was disturbing the peace. ‘Are you going to give me your phone number then, or what?’ I murmured, mind agonisingly full of the images he’d put there. I took the outstretched card he offered after a brief rummage in his pockets, and tucked it away in my bag.
‘Oh, and I’m Liam,’ he said, as an afterthought, ‘I’m a literary agent. I specialise in crime thrillers.’
‘Hi Liam. I’m Nicky. I’m thirty two, I guess I specialise in crime too – I’m a solicitor.’ He laughed and squeezed my hand, keeping hold of it and linking his fingers in mine. Settling down, we leaned together like old friends, and soon both drifted into sleep.
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Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?


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