Chapter 36: Hans and the Doublemint Girls

We could have then continued on from where we left off the night before. But it wouldn’t explain her sudden break out in tears. And we were both nude. Plus it seemed since getting to Romania the only time she dared kiss me, one of us had to be dressed. This was likely a good thing. Doing so with both of us sans clothing would remove the time to discard the last of our clothing. Time we needed to rethink our actions in the heat of passion.

Which meant that when the alarm went off I was already awake. Her supple body pressed to mine was the thing that made having a twinge of blue balls worth it. Her breath on my neck, smashed tits stuck to my back, as well as her thighs pressed to the back of mine made waking enjoyable. While her hip bones pressed into my ass only made it more so. As long as Jackie didn’t get in one of her moods.

It wasn’t a mood that Jackie was in when her hand let go of my chest. She said relatively little, “How long before we have to leave?”

“Skipping breakfast you have ten minutes for shower and twenty for doing your hair. If I join you it would go to fifteen,” I joked from my side of the bed. I intentionally left off makeup as she looked fine without it.

“Ten minutes it is,” Jackie said being all business. She even left off calling me something derogatory. “Anything you want me to do with my hair or clothes? It is your meeting I don’t want to mess it up.”

Her ass jiggled up and down while her hips swayed just so as she walked to the bathroom. “Keep your hair out of the way and toss the clothes on the bed,” I joked again hoping for some reaction.

“Joe, I am serious,” she stated, the obvious.

“Clearly,” I acknowledged. Then I reoriented my thinking. She had put up her guard and short of crying, it looked like it was going to stay in place. “Pull your hair back. You make it look nice in the wide barret in the back. As for clothes. I will lay them out for you.”

“Ok,” she answered through the unusually closed door, without a hint of objection. I was expecting at least some reference to the last time I intentionally put her in an outfit that didn’t match. She surely knew I wouldn’t do that for the upcoming meeting. And I don’t believe I did.

I went through what was hanging in the closet and found a dress she hadn’t worn since arriving. I was a pale blush-colored dress that was a straight nylon dress under an outer lace covering of the same color. It looked like the outer lace would end slightly below her knee while the solid dress slightly above. I went so far as to go through her undergarments drawer. There I found the nude-shade thong and lace bra that I loved on her. The thong was nice and tiny. Its size exceeded the bikini bottoms by a hair whereas the lace bra let her crowning jewels atop her tiny breasts show through. Her nipples often poked between the gaps in the lace. All of this was neatly laid out on the unmade bed with her open-toed shoes.

Jackie was fully decked out in three towels when she passed me on my way to the bathroom. I hopped into the shower, sure she would be returning to dry her hair. Halfway through soaping myself down in the shower, Jackie actively tried not to look through the glass door. She stood before it, in the bra and thong I had laid out, with a hair dryer in hand, letting me watch her.

She again looked amazing stretching her hands up the hair dryer in one hand blowing its hot air on the hair caught in the hairbrush in the other. As had happened the other times she had worn that particular bra her nipples were soon stuck through the lace. They would get stuck one minute and her movements would rip them free the next. The scraping of the bra’s lace on her sensitive flesh made the nubs all the harder and prone to getting stuck sticking through the lace. It made for a self-perpetuating condition that would end only when her nipples would be able to cut glass.

I found stealing glances at her firm stretched body impossible to avoid. They extended my shower but a couple of minutes. Yet, it had my dick hard behind the fogged glass. My dick getting hard from watching her had Jackie smirk. It defied her attempt to act as if she wasn’t stealing her own glances.

The water going off caught her attention. Without looking back she held a towel out to me, not letting go of her hairbrush. “You probably need this.”

Opening the shower door I took the slightly damp towel that smelled of her. “Thanks,” I replied and proceeded to rub her scent all over me as I removed the water that still clung to my skin.

Being overly accommodating Jackie put the hair dryer down and said, “I’ll get out of your way since my hair is mostly dry. I’ll finish it when you’re done with your shave.”

Once again all I could think of saying was, “Thanks.” My shave took only a short while during which Jackie put on the rest of the clothes I had put out for her. She didn’t say a word in the way of a complaint at what I had laid out for her.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jackie turned her back to me. “Will you please zip this up and do the clasp.” I could count on one hand the number of women I had done that for, and all were girlfriends at the time.

I took the zipper’s tab and ran the slider body up the teeth causing them to mesh together. At the top I put the dainty hook and put it through the small “D” ring, securing the top. Done with my job I ran my hands down both of her shoulders gently turning her to face me.

She looked gorgeous in the dress that didn’t hang on her but hugged her shape near her breast. It was a seductive hug, not overly sexual but sensual. The middle followed her hourglass shape hinting about the tight body that was beneath the blush dress. From her hips, it flowed out not giving even a hit of the sculpture of her thighs. Only the lines and carved curves of her calves made it clear what lay above was likely as elegant.

Taken aback at the sight I said, “God, you’re gorgeous.”

You would have thought I beat her instead of complimenting her. She suddenly looked forlorn. Her eyes looked down not wanting to see at me. The less confident woman who looked gorgeous was still gorgeous but lost the sparkle in her eyes. I saw this when I went to her and raised her face up to mine. I debated kissing her, her lips looked as venerable as she did. It was her desperate-sounding, “Please don’t,” that got to me. She didn’t call me a pervert or any of her other insults. It was a simple “Please don’t.”

I let her chin free, and for her sake acted as if kissing her was not on my agenda, “What I can’t tell a gorgeous woman she looks gorgeous?”

She got back some of her spine, with me no longer directing her where to look. “As long as it’s not me, feel free. But I’m your companion, not a concubine. So things like yesterday would be best if we just forgot they happened. It wasn’t supposed to and won’t again. So I don’t want to let you think it will happen again or lead you on.”

I understood what she was saying. I also saw it as her telling me what to think. “I think for myself. So you are not leading me on. And why do you think you need to remind me you are a companion all the time? Do you think I have forgotten?” To make the point even more clear I dropped the towel from around my waist. I pointed at my half-hard cock, “When I start thinking with this head you will know it.”

“Fine, I just wanted to be clear. Yesterday was a mistake,” Jackie said, slowly getting her confidence back. I could tell she wasn’t talking about her time with the Simpsons or Diego. She was talking only about the time spent acting like a couple of horny teenagers into each other. Even then, she didn’t sound all that convinced, she really considered it a mistake.

Not wanting to call anything she did the previous day a mistake, I changed the subject. “Are you going to be ready in ten?”

“You said I had to be. So, I will,” Jackie answered.

Twelve minutes later we were sitting in the back of a cab headed to the airport. Getting there, the car pulled up alongside the plane. It had roll-away steps at the small doorway hatch on the side of the jet. Jackie’s eyes got big not comprehending fully what I said when I told her jets flew out of little airports. I think she was still thinking of the big ones like the one she flew on to come with me. I assumed she had heard of Lear jets but she hadn’t understood their size.

“That’s our plane?” she sounded frightened.

“Yes. It will take us to Germany. When we arrive there will be a car at the bottom of the steps waiting for us.” I explained what was going to happen.

“But it’s so small. Is it safe?” she asked getting out of the cab.

Paying the cabbie and getting our small travel bags from the trunk, I answered, “They’re perfectly safe. I guess the best way to describe the flight is. A big jumbo airplane, like you’ve been on, would be compared more to the amusement park’s kiddie ride, The Teacups. Whereas the small jets are more like the big roller coaster Goliath at the amusement park.”

Jackie went to the stairs slowly and was nervous climbing them. When both of us were in our seats in the small fuselage, Jackie said, “I’ve never been on a roller coaster before.”

Shocked, I reiterated her statement, “Never been on a roller coaster before?”

“No, my mom wouldn’t let me go when my friends did. She said it wasn’t worth the money. And we didn’t have the money for me to waste on a bunch of thrill rides.” Jackie stated giving me more insight into how she was raised.

“I guess this will be a completely new experience for you. But I guess most of the day will be full of new experiences,” I informed her.

“Yeah, I guess it will,” Jackie’s head went hard against the headrest with her eyes closed tight.

“There is a cup and everything you would need to make a Bloody Mary under your seat. If

you feel you need something to calm your nerves.” I stated.

“Oh no, I might spill tomato juice on my dress. I’ll be fine,” She replied. She then rocked discretely back and forth, first from one butt cheek to the other, and back. The whole time pulling on her dress and getting it out from underneath her. She did in a way I think she thought I wouldn’t notice she was putting her bare ass on the leather cushion.

I couldn’t understand her desire to have the skin of her ass on the seat cushion until the plane started down the runway. The high G’s the plane pulled starting down the runway were reflected in her face. It was the look of erotic pleasure like she had the one time I ate her when she was not passed out. Her hands gripped the armrest like they had the bedsheets in the D.C. hotel. Her face displayed the strain of keeping her breath regular as her nether region was reacting to the fear and thrill of the g-forces. They both came rapidly from the small jet’s quick acceleration and steep attack angle as we climbed into the air.

The filtered air gradually had a bit of a musky smell to it. It got stronger the longer we were in flight. I’m fairly sure it was coming from Jackie. As the flight was anything but smooth. Wind and turbulence had us moving about like a pinata on a spring. We bounced up and down and side to side for most of the two-and-a-half hours from Bucharest to Leipzig.

I found the bouncing and sudden fall somewhat exciting. I have always loved roller coasters as well as other thrill rides. I tended to look at turbulence on an airplane the same way just another thrill ride. Jackie was taking the thrill to a different level. She kept a look of being thrilled at the erotic pleasure the unpredictable movements gave her. She was white-knuckled though I couldn’t tell if it was fear or holding in orgasmic bliss. It could have been both as she strained to keep her breathing steady. Her eyes were pinched shut while she concentrated on her goal.

During the landing, Jackie failed in what she had been trying to do for the previous two and a half hours. She squirmed in the seat and rolled her hips. It likely drove her covered plummed lips into the leather she was sitting on. All the while her breathing was strained and her eyes closed even tighter. She struggled with her body’s reaction to the flight’s turbulence.

The intensity of the scraping of her lips on the seat reduced rapidly once the plane was taxiing to the hanger. The barely noticeable panting she was doing ended with a heavy sigh which also ended all of her movements. She was recovering from her hours-long climb up the hill to an orgasm. A hill she didn’t reach the pinnacle of and would have to let her body slowly drift back to an unaroused state, unsated.

She didn’t think I saw her ass cheeks with the thin fabric of her thong wedged between them. Yet, she had to be standing before letting the bunched-up fabrics of her dress fall back over her glorious globes. Had she not bunched it behind her earlier, much of her wetness I found gathered on the seat would’ve marked her dress. Something she was cognizant would happen when she first moved the dress out from under her ass.