Page 3 of An Unexpected Encounter

What the fuck is wrong with me? Settle down Selena and get your hormones in check.

I’ve never been a prude when it comes to sex, but I am more on the reserved side. But from the quick fuck last night, to the racing dirty thoughts of the man sitting next to me, you’d think I was a common street corner prostitute.

I feel the stroke of a hand across my arm and jump as my hairs stand on end from the electrifying touch. Shooting daggers at the culprit, he smirks.

“Seeing how we’re buddies until the plane gets to the next stop, I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Elias, twenty-nine, single, no kids, good job. And what about you, Princess?” He grins and shifts slightly in his seat, facing me.

Wanting to have a bit of fun, I decide to fuck with him a little and knock his overconfident ass down a notch or two. “I’m Veronica, thirty-eight. I look good for my age. I have six kids with six different fathers. I live off men because I hate to work and I’m currently looking for husband number four. Do you want to apply?” I lean closer to him and bat my eyes.

He looks shocked for a moment, before howling with laughter, scaring the people around us. I can feel everyone’s eyes on us for a second before the plane begins to taxi down the runway, getting ready to take off.

“You almost had me. I love a girl with a sense of humor. The marriage part I’m not sure about, we’ve only just met. But I’d certainly fill out the boyfriend application. You seem like a girl that’ll keep me on my toes. Want to give me the real details now?” He gives me a flirty wink. You know, the one all the cheeky bastards use that has girls dropping their panties in seconds.

“Wow, you’re deranged, aren’t ya? All that and you still want to apply, or are you just looking to get your dick wet? A little hit it and quit it?” An evil smirk takes over my face.

“Oh, you wound me!” He places his hand over his chest and mocks a pained look.

“Do all the ladies fall for these lines of yours? Because for you to be using them, either they must, or you’re a glutton for punishment.” I chuckle, but damn if I don’t secretly want to fall for every single one.

I’m feeling like a floozy, as my mother would call it, having slept with a man last night whose name I can’t recall. And now this guy, who I’d take into the bathroom on this plane right now, just to join the mile high club. Just the thought of that has me squeezing my thighs together to ease the ache that’s building in my core. A move that doesn’t go unnoticed by my handsome neighbor.

“Are you okay, Princess? Something you need help with?” He leans closer with a cocky smirk on his face. His eyes have a twinkle to them and the thought of crawling into his lap, not giving a fuck who sees, crosses my mind.

He thinks he’s embarrassing me, but he’s not, so I decide to play along. “So, are you going to follow me to the bathroom, slam my face up against the wall, and fuck me from behind?” I wink as I let out a raspy moan and bite my bottom lip.

He grins, looking up toward the seatbelt sign that now shows we can move around the cabin, and stands. He leans down and whispers into my ear, which sends shivers down my spine. “Your wish is my command. Meet me there in a minute.” He turns and heads toward the bathroom, leaving me breathless, needy, and extremely wet.

What the fuck do I do now?

Chapter 2

Selena

Isit there for a moment, worrying my lip. Was he serious? I don’t even know this man. Am I really ready to have round two of fucking a goddamn stranger?

Fuck it! You only live once. I’m horny as hell and damn if I don’t deserve to join the club. I stand nonchalantly and make my way to the bathroom. Passing the rows of seats, I keep my eyes locked on my destination, afraid that if I make eye contact with any of the passengers, they’ll know exactly what I’m doing and I’ll chicken out.

When I get to the back, there are two bathrooms and I have no fucking clue which one he went in. I don’t have to wonder for long though as the door to my left opens, and a tattooed muscular arm reaches out, snakes around my waist, and pulls me inside.

He shuts the door, then pushes me against it, flipping the switch to occupied. Leaning his head down, he places his lips by my ear. “I was afraid you changed your mind, and I was going to have to come in here and fuck my own hand. You’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.” He growls as he shifts his head to the left, devouring my lips in a searing kiss that has my toes curling.

Fuck! If it’s this good already, I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when he fucks me.

His hands slide down my body as he kneads my breasts, before moving to my skirt, lifting it, and ripping my panties off. I feel a slight sting at the sudden action.

“That’s better.” His fingers glide through my hot core and rub small circles over my clit. “Shhh, Princess, don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.” He chuckles quietly, the rumble sending shock waves straight to my core.

His fingers continue to slide through my wet folds and I instinctively rock against them as shocks of electricity hum through my body. A second later, they disappear and I let out a disapproving groan.

“We need to hurry. We don't have much time.”

He reaches down before I hear the rattling of the buckle on his belt. Pulling out his dick, one so massive both in girth and length, I ponder on how it will even fit.

What is up with these men? Both in the last two days have had monster cocks.

He grips the head of his beast and strokes it back and forth between my lips, teasing me. “Please, fuck me,” I beg, not wanting to wait any longer.

“As you wish.”

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