Page 48 of Totally Opposed

“This way, hun,” she says, and I follow her into the first-class section, where only two of the pod-like things are closed over and the rest of the seats sit empty. Seems like a waste to me. They could have upgraded a few of the other passengers, you would think.

“If there is turbulence, the seat belt light will come on and there is a bench seat in the shower and another in the room. Strap in and wait for the light to go off before trying to leave. You will have five minutes of hot water, and keep in mind, the water will not turn on unless you have the shower door all the way closed and locked. You can use any of the amenities inside you like, and there is a call button by the door in case you need anything not provided.”

Lorna opens the door, and I have to say I’m pretty impressed. The bathroom is as big as some hotel bathrooms I’ve been in, and it smells like vanilla and orange and nothing like an airplane.

“Wow,” I say, stepping inside.

She lets out a soft giggle. “Have a nice shower.”

“Oh, bugga, I had a change of clothes in my bag I was going to bring. I will just duck back, is that okay?” I ask, and she smiles and nods.

“Me and the girls are grabbing something to eat while most of the passengers are asleep. You know your way back?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, and I head back towards the main section of the plane. As soon as I am in Alan’s sight, I make a motion with my head for him to follow me. It probably looks like I am having a seizure, but he gets the idea and heads my way. I slip into the section where they prepare the drinks.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, glancing back down to make sure he wasn’t seen.

“Follow me,” I tell him and take his hand. His large fingers wrap around mine and send warmth spreading through my arm all the way to my chest. How does he do that?

“Should we be in here?” he whispers when we pass the first class pods.

“I hooked us up, you have to see this,” I say, and I push open the bathroom door and usher him inside.

“How the hell did you do this?” he asks as his gaze moves through the room in awe.

“The stewardess you saw me talking to is named Lorna. We went to school together back in London. Grew up together, actually, we were only a few houses down. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and so when I saw her, I had this idea.”

“I never even knew airplanes had this on board.”

“I’ve never been inside a first-class bathroom either, but Lorna posted a few videos online a year or so ago. Check it out, we even get a hot shower,” I say, pulling open the door to the shower stall, and Alan peers inside.

“I don’t think we’ll be sharing that space,” he laughs, and I let the door fall closed.

“It is a bit tight, but we have plenty of space out here.”

“That we do,” he says, closing the distance between us, gripping my waist and pulling me against him. I slide my hands up his arms to his neck and kiss him. The aroma of vanilla and orange surrounds us in a delicate haze as he strips off my shirt and unbuttons my pants.

His mouth moves down my neck, and I lean against the countertop as he kisses his way down my chest to my thickening cock.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for hours. How much time do we have?” he asks as he kneels before me.

“Thirty minutes. Less because our slot started at half twelve.”

He chuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just love how you tell time. Half twelve. It’s cute.”

“You want to waste our time in here debating the better way to tell time?”

“No, I want to spend it with my mouth wrapped around your cock, actually,” he says, then he pulls my briefs down and takes me in his hand. “Are you ready to join the mile-high club, Mr. Tanner?”

The way he says my name, all formal, sends a shiver through me.

“Why yes, Mr. Beaker, I am.”

He licks his lips and then wraps his mouth over my cockhead.

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