Erotic Story: Brace yourself
Erotic story

Erotic Story: Brace yourself

By Victoria Hawk, 06.06.2020

“First class is empty today”, she informs me and closes the curtain that acts as a boundary between the classes – One of the most favorite erotic stories that is written by Victoria Hawk.

“33D, 33D”, I am mumbling while I make my way through the narrow row of seats on the airplane. Due to my late check-in the possibility to get a window seat was gone and I am slightly annoyed I probably have to spend the next seven hours apologizing to the person next to me when my head lands on their shoulder for support. Upon arrival at my seat I see my chubby neighbour and imagine that his soft shoulder would actually be more comfortable than the cold, hard window. I have to laugh at my own thoughts. When I sit down I immediately fasten my seatbelt and mentally remove myself from my surroundings by reading my newly acquired travel guide about Indonesia. I am oblivious to the safety briefing my eyes have seen more often than a map of my hometown. When my head briefly moves up from the book, it is intercepted by the eyes of the air hostess giving the briefing a couple of rows in front of me. Mesmerisation runs through my body while we stare at each other a little longer than appropriate and she forgets to mimic the safety procedures. Long ago I already came to the conclusion a brace position has probably never saved anyone from a plane falling out of the sky, but slowly I close my book and decide that this time it is worthwhile to pay attention. While she is staring aimlessly into the back of the plane and continues to do her routine, I take in her unusual exotic appearance: A brown skin tone combined with light blue eyes. Subsequently, during take-off my fantasy funs wild about heated nights with her on the tropical islands of Indonesia and I doze off into my fantasy when the plane has a horizontal position in the sky.

It feels like an electricity current is running through my body and instantly I am certain we both know we have a strong physical connection.

When being woken up by a gentle nudge, my brain needs a moment to remember where it is. My neck hurts and I conclude I have not bothered my soft neighbour. The awakening process gets accelerated by the vision of the light blue eyes I have been dreaming of. “Can I offer you anything to drink, miss? We have a variety of non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages.” I almost feel like I’m being caught having erotic fantasies about her and try to act like the average passenger. “I would like to have a red wine, please”, I say after clearing my throat that has gotten dry for the air on the plane. I am not fully awake and therefore don’t notice that my stare is glued to her eyes, while she pours my red wine with concentration. Suddenly she looks up from the cup and our eyes lock. It feels like an electricity current is running through my body and instantly I am certain we both know we have a strong physical connection. The moment gets disrupted by her endless filling of the cup, that has now reached the point of spilling over. “Shit”, she swears and walks away while holding up her hands to avoid making a bigger mess. I can’t help but smile while I stretch some energy in to my limbs. I am disappointed when a couple of minutes later I am being handed my red wine by an unfamiliar face. After finishing my wine I feel adventurous and decide to go look for her. How far can she go?

She swiftly stops kissing me, pushed me down on to the big leather seat and pulls a handle to transform it into a bed.

As expected it does not take long to find her standing in the galley of the plane. “Hey there”, I say to get her turn around. When she does, she is clearly startled by my presents and grabs her chest to cope with the adrenaline rush I have caused. “I did not mean to scare you. I just…”, I realize I have no pretext prepared and want to return to my seat to ponder over my stupidity. Instead she grabs my hand and urges me to come with her. I have no idea where she is taking me when we jog hand in hand through the aisle of business class. Suddenly we are in the nose of the airplane, which is filled with a selective amount of first class seats that no one seems to occupy. “First class is empty today”, she informs me and closes the curtain that acts as a boundary between the classes. For a moment I wonder if I am not just having a dream on my neighbours soft shoulder, but get sucked back into the present moment by her kiss. My head is locked in between her hands and her face when she escorts me to the nearest seat. She swiftly stops kissing me, pushed me down on to the big leather seat and pulls a handle to transform it into a bed. “So this is what happens in first class”, I joke to hide my nervousness. “Trust me, this might be a first in first class”, she jokes back before she climbs on top of me.

When my shivering reaches another level of intensity, she stays on the spot and instinctively my mouth opens.

Her well-manicured hands are moving all over my body before she lets one hand slide over my crotch. She stops kissing me to focus all the attention downwards, while her eyes look deeply into mine, analysing my inner experience. “Now, stay quiet”, she whispers at the moment the top of her fingers create a space between the elastic band of my legging and my skin. While looking at me with her lower lip between her teeth, her hand moves down to the wet part between my legs. She spreads my fluids from the back on to my clit, before she starts to patiently find my sweet spot with my reaction of body movements as navigator. When my shivering reaches another level of intensity, she stays on the spot and instinctively my mouth opens. I close my eyes and tighten my vocal chords to prevent them from making any sound. When I feel like I am enough in control I open my eyes again and glance out of the window into the clouds and am in awe about my current situation. Just like in a too predictable film, the plane gets into unexpected turbulence and we have to immediately anchor our bodies with all our limbs against the objects surrounding us. When the worse turbulence has subsided, she demands me to get back to my seat and gives me a long last kiss. During my stumbling journey through the shaking airplane back to my assigned seat, I encounter looks from the crew that make it seem they know what happened. The last two hours of the flight I spend reminiscing about my adventure in first class and plan to give her my number. However, when debarking the plane there is no sight of my personal air hostess and conclude I will probably never lay eyes on her again. With my head still in the clouds, I claim my baggage, prove my legitimacy at customs and I step out of the airport to greet the tropical heat. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply to prepare myself for the adventures to come, when I suddenly hear a familiar voice next to me: “So, I lost my job. Can I come with you?”

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