Chapter 100

When the flight crew announced the last beverage service before landing, Charles poked my arm on the side by the window and pointed to the bathroom, using my body to hide the gesture from the marshals. I turned, giving him a questioning look. Charles grinned and nodded.

I shrugged and unbuckled, then stood. “Bathroom,” I said when the air marshal shot me a look.

He grimaced and got out of his seat, following me to the bathroom, which was stupid because it was right in front of our seats. I let myself in and waited.

Nerves sent my blood pounding in my ears. What felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes later, a soft tap on the door proceeded Charles’ entrance.

“The air marshals?” I asked in a whisper.

He pressed a finger to his lips, shaking with repressed laughter. I could only imagine. There was no way to hide that we were in here together. And Charles had made it very clear what he intended to do with me when we were back at the airport.

Charles wasted no time, drawing me into his arms and kissing me deeply. I shoved aside any reservations. It helped that I wanted to make the guards as uncomfortable as they made me. I’d looked it up on my phone at the airport. Sex in a plane’s bathroom wasn’t technically illegal; it was just frowned upon. But at this point, neither of us cared about guidelines when restrictions were being shoved down our throats.

Inside the small cubicle, we didn’t have much room to work with. Charles lifted my leg, and I braced my foot on the edge of the sink. We were already standing so close our bodies touched.

Every nerve tingled with the naughtiness and brazenness of our newest escapade. Who knew sex could be an adventure? Outside the door, our guards pouted, and other passengers slept or occupied their time.

Inside, we had our own little world. Charles kissed me deeply, his hands passing over my body, outside my clothes. He slipped his hands up inside the edge of my shirt, brushing his fingertips along my stomach and up to my breasts.

Keeping our lips together, locked tight in passionate kisses, we swallowed each other’s indiscreet sighs. With the next pass of his hands, he took my shirt up and pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing my nipple.

Twisting to bend, he took the sensitive button of pink flesh in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. I arched into his hold, my body moving with instinct. This brought my hips to meet his. He’d been rubbing his stiffness against my thigh, but now his bulge pressed directly in the center between my legs.

The grinding of our hips grew harder as we pressed into one another, both our bodies begging to be free of the clothing holding us back.

Charles reached between us, working his fingers around my already damp panties. His fingers slid along my curves and edges, circling my entrance and my clit, slowly stoking my arousal.

I returned the favor, fumbling with his zipper and button until I worked the heavy fabric low enough to free a massive erection, still encased in his boxers. Charles met my lips and groaned as I found the flap and reached inside, gripping his cock.

He thrust into my palm, at the same time, pushing his fingers inside me. I started to guide his member in, but Charles shook his head.

“Come,” he demanded.

He sucked my nipple until a shudder shook me, rubbing between my legs faster and faster. My body tensed, and my face tightened around a silent orgasm. My hips pushed themselves against his fingers until the waves of pleasure subsided.

I lowered my leg, and crouched as best I could, taking the tip of his penis carefully between my lips and teasing the smooth roundness with my tongue. Charles sighed and braced his arms against the walls, head back, eyes closed.

I took long licks against his shaft, always putting pressure at the tip. His cock twitched and pulsed against my mouth.

Someone knocked roughly at the door.

“Occupied,” Charles snapped sharply around a gasp.

I’d taken a good portion of his length in my mouth at the same time. I worked him with my mouth, listening as his breathing grew harsher.

Suddenly, he pushed me back and stood me up, jerking one of my legs around his hip. His cock found my opening, and Charles shoved his entire length inside, clamping his mouth over mine in a desperate kiss to cover the noise.

He rammed himself into me until I clutched him, crying out into his mouth. Waves of ecstasy shivered through me. Charles groaned into me, taking a few frantic strokes before burying himself one last time as deep as possible. Inside, his cock pulsed, shooting his essence outward in his release.

The knocker wrapped on the door again, and Charles and I smothered more laughter.

“Just finishing up,” he said, and he made a show of flushing the toilet, which startled me.

I’d never heard of flush that loud before. My jump made Charles laugh at me.

He leaned and whispered in my ear, “I don’t care what the air marshals think, but we should go back one at a time so as not to disturb the other guests on the flight.”

I nodded, keeping a hand over my mouth to contain my laughter.

Charles opened the door and went out, and I shut it again, locking it. I could hear him having a hushed argument with somebody right outside the door. But in a moment, that faded.

I quietly gave it what I figured was about a minute and a half, and then I let myself out of the bathroom and snuck back to my seat. The businessmen who had been sleeping at the start of the flight were now up and on their Mobile devices. If they’d seen anything that they suspected, they didn’t indicate.

Everyone else in first class was similarly absorbed with their in-flight entertainment, and the flight attendants were hurrying to clean things up. They brushed past me without a word. I couldn’t tell by any of their faces whether or not they knew what we’d been up to.

Just as I was sitting down in my seat, they came down the aisle and reminded us all to put our seatbelts on because we would be landing soon. The air marshal next to me grimaced at me and then turned away as if I smelled bad. Which I shouldn’t have because I used part of the minutes that I had waited to come out of the bathroom to do a quick tidy-up of myself with soap and paper towels. I should have been fresher than most of the people on the plane.

At this point, the flight landed, and we unbuckled and got ready to exit the aircraft. The businessmen stood and made to grab their bags quickly until they caught sight of the air marshals in their uniform. The two quickly sat back down while the air marshals ushered us off the plane.Again, I shouldn’t have been flattered by the extra fast service. But at this point, it was irritating to be singled out, pushed to the front, and herded along.

We walked up the tunnel that represented the gangway to the terminal, and at the top of it stood two young men who waved at the air marshals despite the fact that they were in plain clothes. The air marshals dumped our baggage unceremoniously in front of these two individuals, turned, and marched off in the direction that took them to their flight back.

I didn’t envy them having to get on a plane and turn around and do a ride like that again, at least not so soon. While air travel was still novel and exciting to me, it was a long time to be stuck sitting inside a metal tube. I was glad to be stretching my legs.

But their departure left Charles and I stuck in silent stares with these new, unknown men.