Chapter 8

I woke up to a thunk in the hallway and it took me a long moment to register that I was lying on Mel’s guest bed, pants half off and still in my dress shirt. Rolling onto my back I blinked and noticed that there wasn’t any light coming through the window shades - it was still pre-sunrise. I swallowed the gross cottonmouth feel and sat up, pulling up my pants as I tried to take stock of the night before.

Holy fuck.

Standing and doing up my belt brought blood rushing from my head and I wavered for a moment, trying to orient myself properly before managing to straighten out my clothes and physically shake the tired haze from my body. Another thunk echoed in the hallway and I moved to the door, opening it and peeking out.

Mel looked up as the door opened and smiled at me. She was wearing a grey, loose tank top, the black and white straps of an athletic bra underneath, along with Daisy Duke jean shorts, and she was pulling a suitcase towards the front door.

“Morning,” she said brightly.

“Uh, morning,” I said. “What are you doing?”

She let the suitcase sit and stood, stretching her back with hands on her hips, which made her tits push out towards me. “Well,” she said. “You need to leave so I figured you would need a taxi to your hotel and the airport. I called one, it’s on its way. You should get ready or whatever.”

“And the suitcase?” I asked.

“Well I’ve got this ticket to Australia,” she said with a smirk, “So I figured if you’re going to the airport anyways, I might as well share a cab with you.”

It might have been the early morning, or it might have been the fact that I was staring at Mel with many more emotions washing over me than I was used to handling at once. “You’re coming?” I asked stupidly.

“Do you not want me to?” Mel asked sarcastically.

I left the room and stepped over the suitcase, right into her arms and kissed her.

There were no problems with getting Mel a ticket on my flight and she had already texted people to cover her shifts at the hospital so she could take some vacation days. The flight was only half full and leaving during a lull in the airport morning traffic so we were almost able to walk right through security, though checking both of her overweight pieces of luggage was a bit of a hassle.

In the airport, as we were waiting for our flight to board, Mel bought some magazines from a shop for reading and then took my arm and wrapped it around her shoulders as she sat back down next to me. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder and sat quietly, eyes closed as she dozed off a little bit while the sun inched its way higher into the sky and our airplane pulled up to the gate.

I waited until the last call for boarding before I woke Mel up and led her over to show our passports and boarding passes. I couldn’t help it, I was in love with this girl despite all the complications. Sitting in that airport, my arm wrapped around her in public, felt amazing. It felt like freedom from all the guilt that had been weighing me down.

We boarded, sitting right at the back of first class, which confused Mel until she turned and saw me grinning. Of course, I wouldn’t give her less than a first-class ticket, and I was a successful lawyer. Where did she think we were going to sit? She settled in quickly and dozed off again before the airline stewards could even give the safety speech, this time with her hand softly holding mine.

I waved away the stewardess until later, once ‘my girlfriend’ woke up. The stewardess’s words, not mine, though I didn’t say anything to change her opinion. It was a thrill, and I dozed off myself with a smile on my lips as the plane rumbled, the jet engines preparing for takeoff.

Waking up was not as peaceful. Mel was saying my name and prodding me awake and I blinked against the bright sunlight coming in through the window she had unveiled by reaching past me. “Stephan, look,” she said, pointing outside. Squinting, I looked out and down and saw the California coast below as we left the continental United States behind. We sat and watched the coast disappear, and then I turned back to Mel to say something innocuous only to meet her lips with mine as she kissed me.

One of her hands held my face to hers as she pressed her lips to mine, soft and sure, until she pulled back with a grin. “Thank you,” she said.

“For the flight?” I asked, a little stunned by the force and suddenness of the kiss.

“For not ever pushing for anything,” she said. Her hand left my cheek and dropped to my lap, my dick immediately responding to the pressure. Her hand rubbed more firmly on my crotch and my dick pressed back at her hand.

“Really?” I asked.

Mel glanced around the dark plane as she grinned. There were only three other people in first class and the lights were all off, most of the windows shut against the bright sun as people settled in to sleep away as much of the long flight as they could. She pulled one of her magazines out of her purse and I realized it wasn’t a gossip mag, but an issue of Penthouse.

“Are you for real?” I asked.

“What, you don’t want to look at naked girls with me?” She asked.

“I’m just surprised.”

“Yeah? Well time for another one,” she said, and then unzipped my pants and fished her hand inside, fingers running across my dick until she had it out of the hole. Her palm and fingers brushing and squeezing my dick sent warm tingles of pleasure through my pelvis but I grabbed her wrist.

“You know it’s technically illegal to do this on an airplane, right?”

She raised an eyebrow that said, ‘Are you really about to turn down what I’m offering?’

I let go of her arm and took the magazine in both hands, opening up the first page and angling it in my lap so that I could drop it over my dick if a stewardess walked by. Mel smirked and her hand started moving again, teasing me with light touches until I was truly good and hard. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder again and looked at the magazine.

“Page,” she said, and I turned it. Someone hot was on the glossy page in something scandalous, but it didn’t really register because my mind was encompassed with Mel. Her hand was moving faster now, grip a little tighter, and the smell of her shampoo filled my nose as I leaned my head against hers on my shoulder. I groaned the smallest groan I could, trying to stay quiet, which made her breathe out a silent laugh. “Page,” she said again. And I turned it. Same woman, different poses.

I let go of one side of the magazine, reaching across my body to palm her breast through her shirt and bra. She hummed lightly in her throat and then sighed as I massaged her while she jerked me off.

A light turned on in the front of the cabin, the stewardess standing and looking over the first-class passengers. Mel and I both dropped our hands and I let the magazine fall over my crotch as the woman started moving down the aisle. Mel pulled her hand from under the magazine and slipped it into mine and we both pretended to be asleep. The stewardess stopped next to our row and I didn’t dare open my eyes to see if she was staring at the open Penthouse in my lap. Technically not illegal to have and read, but very much not appropriate.

She sauntered back up to the front of the cabin and turned off the light, settling back in her jumpseat out of view. I breathed out a sigh of relief but quickly sucked in another breath when Mel moved the magazine out of the way and leaned sideways, taking the head of my dick into her mouth and suckling on the head, running her little tongue along the ridge.