Page 57 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Wannabet?”
“No, I don’t think I’d win. Mackenzie, thisis…”
“Fun, daring, dangerous. Now come with me.” His tone had a very slight plead toit.
I stood and followed him. I made a huge effort not to make any eye contact whatsoever. My heart was beating out of my chest and already, my legs wobbled. The thought of getting caught caused my breath to catch in my throat, but the fear of knowing that was a possibility, and I still had five hours of flying while knowing we’d been, made me feel light-headed.
We passed a bar. Save for the steward who was restocking, it was empty. Beyond was a small massage chair, a shower room, and bathroom. Without even looking back, Mackenzie opened the bathroom door and pulled me in after him. The bathroom in the Upper Class cabin of a Virgin Airways long haul plane bore no resemblance to the low-budget, cram them in, cheap airline to Spain. After he’d closed and locked the door, he pushed his body into mine and pinned me to a rather flimsywall.
I could see the back of him in the mirror and then my skin as he ran his hands up my sides, dragging the top with them. I raised my arms as he pulled the top over my head. He pushed up my bra and lowered his head. His tongue circled, his lips covered, and his teeth nipped. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him to me. I was conscious of the engine noise, of heavy footsteps as someone walked past to visit the other bathroom. Mackenzie’s hands slid down, grabbing the elasticated waistband of the yoga pants, and my panties. He lowered and dragged them to my ankles. I lifted one foot and soon found myself standing partiallynaked.
He ran his nose up my inner thigh, I parted my legs as much as I could in the still confined space, eventually lifting it and hooking my calf over his shoulder. The wetness and throbbing between my thighs was soon given his fullattention.
“Mackenzie,” I whispered. At first he ignoredme.
I pulled at his hair until he was looking up atme.
“I need you inside me,” I said, as quietly as Icould.
He laughed as he stood. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and lowered the zipper of his trousers. I reached in and freed his hard cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the veins and pulse of desire before looking to my right. I shuffled until I was backed to the counter and Mackenzie liftedme.
At what should have been sleep time to adjust to the South Carolina time zone, Mackenzie fucked me at thousands of feet above the ocean below. It was fairly quick, and for that I was pleased. I had no doubt a marathon session in that cubical wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. When Mackenzie was about to come, he pulled out. His hot cum spurted over my bare thigh and his lips crashed down on mine. He kissed mehard.
“Thank you,” he whispered, as he pulledaway.
He reached over to grab a handful of tissues and he wiped his cum from mythigh.
“I didn’t think you’d want to sit in those nice leather seats with my cum dripping from you,” he said. I covered my mouth so as not to laugh outloud.
“Well, I sure do appreciate your thoughtfulness. Now, get my knickers and pants,please.”
He reached down and slid both items over my feet. I moved from the counter anddressed.
“Now what happens?” Iasked.
“Now we sneak out. We register our fuck on the Mile High Club website and who knows, we might get a certificate to hang on your office wall.” He winked, and I knew he was kidding. However, there was a glint in his eye that had me wonder if I waswrong!
When Mackenzie opened the bathroom door, I hid behind him as much as Icould.
“Is anyone there?” Iasked.
“Yes, the steward. What do you want todrink?”
“Huh?”
Mackenzie walked out, as brazen as anything, leaving me scuttling behind. He strode straight to the smiling steward and asked for two glasses of champagne. I stood, my cheeks the colour of the steward’s waistcoat as I was handed one glass, accompanied by a wink. I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t spilled the fizz as I power-walked back to myseat.
I took a gulp of the cold alcohol as Mackenzie took his seat. He raised his glass tome.
“I can tick that off my list now,” hesaid.
For a man who flew long haul regularly, I was surprised he wasn’t already a member. I didn’t want to voice that thought, ofcourse.
“I’m glad I could be of assistance, and keep your voice down,please?”
Mackenzie tapped the side of his head. He’d done that in the past, an indicator to get the British stuffiness about sex from my mind. I reached over, grabbed the bulge in his trouser andsqueezed.
“Put a blanket over your lap and I’ll make you come again,” I said. It was his turn to be wide-eyed.
