The Interludes: A Sexual Odyssey by JK Duval
By JK Duval
August 9th, 2020
Enjoy and here’s to la dolce vita.
This guy, back in three-C, just had something about him. Maybe it was the way he moved his hands when he talked, the proportion of his fingers to his palms and the backs of his hands.
Maybe it was where the wrist connected to the hand. Whatever it was, I was clueless as to why the attraction was so strong. All I knew was that I just couldn’t shake the feeling and thought of
those hands all over my body, controlling and guiding me to ever increasing heights of passion and pleasure. Our conversation had been flirty and slightly sexual in nature but nothing to
belay any level of sexual interaction might be in the offing.
I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror, tossed my lipstick back into my small bag, and slid the lever on the door unlocking it as I gently eased it open. He was standing right outside with his back to me as he closed the door of the opposite lavatory. My opening door bumped him from behind as he turned to say something in response.
I looked towards the cabin, still dark, everyone apparently still asleep, the flirty flight attendant nowhere to be seen. Impulsively and without a second’s hesitation, I raised one finger
to my lips in the universal sign to not speak. I hooked the finger of my other hand into the opening where his shirt was unbuttoned and pulled him toward me, backing into the lavatory
I had just started to exit.
My mind raced. Chloe Oldfield, what in the hell are you doing? I didn’t bother waiting for an answer, as he followed me into the tight space pulling the door closed behind him. I reached
around him and started to slide the latch into its locked position as he bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine, gently at first and then quite suddenly he pushed his tongue
forward teasing in and out between my lips, as he began to gently nibble at my lower lip.
My heart raced as he put his arms around me and cupped his hands around the curve of my backside, my breathing quickened when he pressed himself against me. I could already feel,
through the lightweight material of his trousers, that he was more than a little aroused, his cock pressing against my abdomen. Suddenly I was overcome with a pressing desire to have
him inside of me. The thought that this is what they probably meant whenever the term anonymous fuck, or zipless fuck, was bandied about, only served to excite me more. How though, to actually fuck in such a tight space?
Clearly of the same mind, he pulled his lips from mine and looked to his right at the sink basin and counter area. I tossed my small bag into the sink. It made a loud thud, louder than I
had expected. We both froze for a moment, expecting to hear some busybody on the other side of the door, ‘is everything all right in there?’
I giggled briefly, and said in a somewhat raspy voice, as I was now breathing quite hard, “Think we can pull this off?”
Without a word, he scanned the sink area again, sized up the relative angles and available room. He yanked on the door that concealed the hand towels and expertly grabbed a handful,
okay maybe it wasn’t expertly, let’s go with desperately grabbed a handful of towels. He damn near ripped the box from its holder and spread them across the top edge of the basin.
In one fluid motion, he lifted me off the floor and turned, depositing my ass on the hand-towel-covered sink edge. He lifted me again slightly as I pulled my dress up around my waist
with one hand, and clawed at my panties in an effort to lower them. With his free hand, he reached under the folds of my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my La Perla lace panties.
He slipped two fingers along the top edge, preventing me from lowering them. I looked at him quizzically for a moment as he pressed his lips back onto mine. We furiously kissed like a pair
of teenagers in the backseat at the drive-in.
I reached for his belt buckle and top button of his trousers, I had them both undone in a flash. I eagerly started to lower his fly. The hand that had hooked two fingers into the waistband
of my panties had migrated to the top of my…
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