This weeks snippet theme is Bring Me A Tissue. which made this the perfect time to get back to posting these saturdays excerpts on a regular basis.
Meandros was the first story that I ever wrote where the character took over the story I’d planned to write. It’s been available in a few ways over the years and I recently released it on Kindle and Smashwords for 99 cents, with the profits going to Cancer research. It’s an emotional story, but one that I believe is ultimately both erotic and uplifting. This is the first scene of the story, and it went exactly as I’d planned, until I got to the final line….then I was stumped. I certainly hadn’t planned that part, and it shifted the story completely.
However, after struggling to learn to trust the character, MEANDROS has become one of my all time favorite stories.
It was no secret.
The minute I saw them, I knew in my heart what they were going to do—the same thing Tom and I did on our first flight together. Memories of that honeymoon flight to Greece washed over me and, although I didn’t think it was possible, my heart broke just a little bit more. Turning away, I looked out the small window into the pitch-black emptiness that mirrored my soul.
Visions of Tom, who was never far from my thoughts, filled my mind, and I turned away from the window. I pretended to watch the movie flickering on the silent screen, but really, my gaze was inexorably drawn to the couple two rows in front of me. We’d been older than them when we got married, and not so innocent, but we were definitely just as in love. And expressing that love, anywhere and everywhere, had been one of our favorite pastimes.
The lights of the plane had been dimmed on that initial flight, too, and most of the passengers were already asleep as we’d cuddled beneath our blankets. Tom’s muscled body relaxed next to me as he’d drifted off to sleep. I’d curled up on his chest to watch the movie and just enjoy being in his arms. The musky scent of man mixed with his woodsy cologne cocooned me, making me feel safe and loved.
The need to be closer was too strong to be ignored, so I let my hand inch over his leg and between his thighs. I cupped him gently, just holding him, not stroking or squeezing. It was a comfort to me, to know I could touch this beautiful man, any way, any time, and any place, and he would always welcome it. We’d fallen asleep before with me cupping his softness in my hand. The action wasn’t always sexual, but this time his heartbeat changed beneath my ear, and his cock stirred under my fingers. Unable to resist the pull of that heavy pulse, I tugged gently at the zipper of his jeans, praying the rasp of the metal teeth parting didn’t draw any attention to us.
Tom’s hand reached up and cupped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair lazily as he hugged me closer. His lips pressed softly against my forehead and I slipped my hand into his pants, giving his cock an answering squeeze.
I wrapped my fist around him and stroked my thumb gently up and down the shaft. When he was long and thick, I stopped stroking, and just held him in the palm of my hand. I felt the throb of hot blood beneath silken skin, the heat and hardness that caused my own body to instinctively soften and dampen. With a twitch of my thumb lovingly across the smooth head, I felt a bit of liquid seep out, and joy saturated my being.
That cock, that man, belonged to me, just as all I was belonged to him. The undeniable need to have him inside me, to become one, burned through my body. We were so in tune with each other then that Tom felt the change in me, the shift from loving to lusting. He leaned in and whispered wickedly in my ear, “Tuck that back in, baby, and follow me.”
Before he was even done speaking, my body was reacting to his words. Blood pumped from my heart straight to my core. Heat coiled low in my belly, my pussy lips swelled, and a rush of moisture flooded my panties.
I took a deep breath, sat back in my seat, and tried to remain calm while Tom walked to the back of the plane. We’d been very well behaved during the wedding, not wanting to offend each other’s family, but that time was over. Now we were away from them, alone, it was our time. It was time to play.
Unable to wait any longer, I stood and cautiously made my way down the aisle to the lavatory I’d seen Tom slip into. I glanced at the other passengers as I went, my hands gripping the back of the seats for balance as the plane bounced and noticed most were asleep, but others were awake, reading, or watching the in-flight movie. I stopped in front of the folding doors marked with a toilet symbol just as the attendant was leaving the galley with another tray of juice and water.
I rapped a knuckle lightly on the door, it opened, and I stepped into the small space then slid the lock into place behind me. Once inside, I saw Tom already had his pants undone and his cock in hand.
He inched sideways and eased me in front of him, wrapping muscled arms around me from behind. His front to my back, his lips brushed my ear as he whispered loud enough to be heard over the plane’s engines, but not so loud someone outside the door could hear.
“I deserve a reward for being such a good boy all day. All I wanted to do every time I held you in my arms was lift up your skirt, bend you over, and lick you.” He pushed me forward softly, tilting me off balance so I had to place my hands on the wall above the toilet to stay standing. That left my ass thrust out against him, a favorite position for us both because the wall helped support my weight when my legs got shaky. He lifted my skirt and continued to whisper in my ear as his hands roamed over my body. The body I’d promised was his to do with what he wanted.
My heart pounded in my chest and the world around me narrowed until only he and I existed. Until only his breath on my skin, his words in my ears, his hands on my skin mattered.
“I wanted to start at your ankles with my tongue, and work my way up between those thighs.” He suited actions to words, his calloused fingertips trailing over the bare skin of my legs, my inner thighs. “I wanted to worship you. . .to show you just how much you mean to me. How happy you’ve made me simply by being you, my perfect other half.”
Biting my lip to keep from moaning aloud, I let my head drop forward. I thrust my hips back against him, his next words fanning the flames of lust burning through me.
“But now, I just need to be inside you. To sink my cock into your cunt, and show you how we fit together.”
In words barely distinguishable over the rumbling engines that echoed through the small space, I answered him, egging him on. “I don’t need you to worship me. I need you to fuck me. Now!”
Tom didn’t wait for me to finish speaking. He shifted the skimpy material of my thong aside and shoved his cock home. “I said I wanted to worship you, and I will. . .when we get to Athens. For now, I just want to make you mine. To feel you clench around me when you come, and know this is only the beginning for us.”
His hands cupped my small breasts from behind, supporting me, as he thrust fast and hard. Another whimper of pleasure escaped my lips when he pinched a hard nipple between his fingers, and he shushed me between his own panting breaths. Shifting my feet as far apart as I could, I ignored the trembling in my knees and braced myself on the wall, back arched, butt tilting out for him like a bitch in heat. He was right. The time for worshipping and lovemaking would be later, but for now, a good hard fuck was the perfect way to consummate our vows.
Another louder moan escaped and this time Tom didn’t bother to shush me. Instead, he removed one of his hands from my breast, placed it over my mouth, and pumped harder. Tilting my head back, I sucked his scent in through my nostrils and parted my lips beneath his hand. Adrenaline flew through my system, strengthening my shaky legs. With a nip at the flesh of his fingers, I tasted the musky salt flavor of his own pre-come and let my eyes roll back into my head. An orgasm twisted its way through my body, building speed and intensity as it went.
I was in heaven. It didn’t matter I was in a cramped closet of an airplane bathroom. I knew that was part of the turn-on for him, and his arousal turned me on. He turned me on. Just being anywhere near Tom made me into an insatiable wanton who’d do anything to please him. Knowing he felt the same way made releasing my inner slut heavenly.
Tom’s cock swelled inside me as his fingers tightened around my breast and across my mouth and I peaked. A scream ripped from my throat at the same time his teeth bit into my shoulder, and a guttural groan blended with the muffled jet engines.
We stood like that for a minute afterwards. Tom’s heaving chest against my back, his cheek resting on my shoulder. His breath puffing gently across my neck, his cock softening inside my pussy.
Finally, he wrapped his arms around me completely, hugged me tight and told me he loved me. He then pressed a gentle kiss to my neck and pulled away.
I twisted around to see him tuck himself back inside his jeans and wink devilishly.
“I want us both to know your come will be coating my dick until you can lick it off.”
With that comment, he’d edged out of the tiny stall and left me to readjust my clothes. I savored the knowledge he was just as dirty as I was. He was my perfect other half. I gloried in the knowledge that, with him, I’d found the kind of love I’d given up on ever finding—bone deep and unconditional.
The kind of love that made it unbearable to contemplate what life had to offer me now that he was gone.
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