The journey to Seattle was a long one and, though I wasn’t looking forward to the travel itself, it would be worth it to visit Robert and Michelle. Ever since I started writing for Lush, I have been friends with Robert, and when the chance came to fly over to Washington and meet the man himself, along with Michelle, about whom I’d read so much… Well, I couldn’t turn it down.
The flight was long enough and early enough that it made sense to travel to Heathrow the night before. So the day of the flight I had a short walk to the terminal. I dressed for summer: a flowery sleeveless silk blouse, through which my black lace bra was visible, short shorts (jeans of course) and a pair of flip-flops (to ease my way through security). My wheelie bag was big enough that I’d need to check it in, and then I had a handbag for the flight. My sunglasses were perched on top of my head; I was packing as light as I could.
Standing in front of me as I waited to check my bag was a nice looking young man; he looked Indian and I’d guess he was in his late teens or early twenties. He was also, it seemed, travelling by himself. Anyway, as I stood in line, waiting to hand over my bag, I caught him looking at me. Each time I looked away, watching as people said their goodbyes he would eye me up. But as soon as I caught his eye, he’d turn away. He seemed nervous, skittish.
“Hi,” I said.
He smiled and nodded, but didn’t speak.
“What are you doing in Seattle?”
He mumbled something, but I didn’t quite hear.
“Pardon?”
“Interview.”
“Cool!” I smiled, “Good luck!”
“Thanks.” He turned away, seeming even more nervous than before.
“Who with?” I asked.
“Mmm?”
“Who with?” I repeated, “Which company is interviewing you?”
“Amazon.”
I smiled, “Very cool. Is it a good job?”
He nodded, “Programmer.”
“Ah,” I replied, “I see.” Well, that explained it. A geek. No wonder he was nervous around the opposite sex.
The queue moved and we all shuffled our bags forward.
“So have you been to Seattle before?” I asked.
He glanced at me, and shook his head, no. He plucked up the courage for one syllable. “You?”
“Nope,” I replied, “First time.”
He gulped, then plunged in--a three syllable question: “Holiday?”
“That’s right, I am meeting a friend who I met online.”
“Boyfriend?” Wow. He was really going for it now. It was almost like we were in conversation.
I motioned to him that the queue was moving, and we both shuffled forward.
“He is a boy, and he’s my friend. But, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I smiled. Could he do it? Could he ask that next, key question?
He cleared his throat. Would he go for it? “Do… Do you…?” He couldn’t quite manage it, but I knew what he was trying to ask.
“Do I have a boyfriend?” I smiled. “No, I don’t.”
It was his turn to smile. “I’m Nicki, by the way.”
“Raj,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Raj,” I said.
“You too, Nicki.”
Then he was at the front of the queue and getting the standard third-degree from the check-in staff about who’d packed his bag and all the rest. He turned back and eyed my legs a couple of times while they tagged his bag, but then he was done. He gave me a wave and walked off towards security. I smiled and waved back then tried to man-handle my wheelie bag onto the scales.
A few minutes later I joined the next queue, the one for security. Raj was way ahead of me in line, and in a world of his own, staring off into space.
Except for my lipstick, all my toiletries and make-up were in my big wheelie bag, and, with my phone turned off, there wasn’t much for me to do to get ready to go through the metal detector. I slipped off my flip-flops and popped them in a tray with my handbag and sunglasses and waited my turn.
The woman security guard the other side of the detector mouthed something to me, but I couldn’t make it out. I peered back at her, trying to look clueless. When she mouthed it theatrically again, and motioned to her waist, I got it. “Belt.”
I slipped off my belt, added it to the tray and walked through the detector. I was hardly wearing anything so I couldn’t work out what had set off the detector. “Sorry about that,” I said to the guard, “I don’t know why I set it off.”
“Sometimes it’s random. Then we just have to do a pat down.”
“I see,” I said and held out my arms. The guard smiled and patted down my torso, and belly. No point in my arms or legs, given there was nowhere I could hide anything. I swear she brushed against my boobs on purpose as her hands slid down my sides. When my eyes caught hers, there was a definite glint. “Cheeky,” I whispered.
There was a coffee place in the terminal, and once I got myself a latte, I sat myself down to wait for the gate to be announced. I turned my phone on and took a look at my email.
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From: robert@xxxxxx.xxx
Subject: Seattle Ho!
Dear Nicki,
Safe flight, and we’ll see you at Sea-Tac.
Robert
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I was just typing a response when I realised there was someone standing in front of me. I looked up, it was Raj.
“Hi,” I said.
He smiled, “Hi.”
There was a pause. He had got this far but didn’t know what to say next.
“Want to sit down?”
“Yes please.” I made room for him, by moving my handbag from the seat next to me. My coffee, I put between my feet.
“Thanks,” he said, when he was settled.
“Sure,” I replied. “Give me a sec, I just need to send this email.”
“Sorry.”
“No need.”
I typed, "Can't wait to finally meet you after swapping steamy stories for so long. Sitting at the airport now and feeling very excited, if you know what I mean. Love, Nicki xx"
My thumbs were flying across the screen as I typed and I had a sense that, though he was trying to hide the fact, Raj was reading over my shoulder.
"There," I said. "Now you have my full attention." I smiled, but he couldn't really meet my eyes, looking down to his hands in his lap. "What do you think is your greatest weakness?"
"Pardon?"
"What do you think," I repeated a little more slowly. "Is your greatest weakness?"
His eyes flickered left and right, he was pulling at his hands and he started to um and err.
"It's an interview question, that's all," I explained. "Just trying to help you prep."
The penny dropped. "Ah," he said, "I see. Sorry."
He looked down to his hands again, but they flitted to my cleavage first.
"That's the sort of thing they ask you know."
"Really?" He was worried.
"I think so--but then I've never had an interview at Amazon." I tried to appear reassuring.
"Oh God."
"Don't worry. Just relax, take a deep breath and do your best. Make sure you tell the truth."
He nodded, glancing again at the v neck of my blouse. I leaned down and picked up my coffee. When I sipped at it I realised it was still very hot.
“Easier said than done,” whispered Raj--almost to himself.
“I know, I know,” I replied. “Some people say that they relax in interviews by pretending everyone else is naked.” I chuckled; Raj looked astounded.
“What?”
“Imagine everyone else in the interview room is naked. It’s supposed to be relaxing.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He glanced down at my cleavage again.
“Are you nervous just talking to me?”
He nodded, not even turning in my direction. I patted his thigh and he jumped. “Don’t worry.”
“It would make it even worse,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Talking to you and imagining you naked.”
I giggled and bit my lip. “Sorry,” I said. “Bad suggestion.”
He shrugged. “It’s OK.”
“Maybe they’ll be men.” He looked quizzical. “You know,” I went on, “The ones who interview you.”
He smiled, and glanced down my front again.
“What? You’d rather it was me?”
Raj nodded. “Definitely.”
“That’s very sweet,” I said, but you still haven’t answered my question: “What is your greatest weakness?”
“Nervous. I get very nervous. Stops me from doing my best in front of other people.”
“Cool,” I said. “Not a bad answer.” I gave him a--hopefully reassuring--smile and took another sip of coffee.
“Thanks.”
When I leant back in the chair, my blouse had become tight across my chest. I leaned forward and pulled it a bit looser, which also showed off my chest to my admirer. He became even more nervous as I sat back once more.
“Maybe not,” I said. “Don’t try imagining me naked while you’re being interviewed.”
He shook his head in agreement.
“You seem nervous enough now when I’m fully clothed.”
“Mmm hmm.”
Our gate was called; I put my handbag over my shoulder, grabbed my coffee and stood up. Raj and I walked to the gate together and sat down to wait. There’s always a lot of waiting to do when you fly. This time, Raj sat opposite me. I leaned forward to speak to him, “You’ll do great,” I said. “Just don’t worry.”
He nodded, “Thanks.”
I crossed my legs and got out my phone. I started to read one of Robert’s stories from Lush. The one where he and Jacqui go to a strip club and see Michelle stripping. God that story gets me hot. I was just getting into the story, when I realised that Raj has said something. I leaned forward and touched his knee, “Sorry? What did you say?”
“I was just wondering what you’re reading.”
“Oh,” I smiled, “Something written by a friend of mine.”
“Cool,” he said, “What’s it about?”
“Actually, it’s written by the guy I’m going to see in Seattle.”
He nodded.
“And it’s about…” I didn’t quite know what to say. “Well, this guy takes his girlfriend to a strip club…”
Raj nodded, flustered.
“...and realises his wife is one of the strippers.”
He gulped. “Wow. Does he hide his girlfriend from his wife?”
I shook my head, “No. His wife knew about his girlfriend.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” I nodded, and smiled.
“Holy shit.”
“It’s a very sexy story.”
“It sounds like it.”
“Here,” I said, “Take a look.” I handed my phone to Raj and he started reading. It was just at the bit where Michelle comes onto the stage at the strip club and starts dancing. I could see Raj’s eyes getting wider and wider as he read.
“And this is a book?” he asked.
“Kind of,” I replied, “Robert writes for a website.”
He nodded.
“I write for it too.” His mouth fell open. “Do you want to read something I’ve written?”
He nodded, his mouth dry. “Yes please,” he managed.
I took a few moments to switch to my profile and find him a story to read. Begin at the beginning I thought and let him read “Sex Shop Bargain.” I passed my phone back to him and sat back, legs crossed.
It was fun to watch Raj’s face as he read the story. Slowly dragging his finger up the screen to reveal more text. The story hotting up as he went. When he got to the bit where I left the Sex Shop in a hurry, he seemed visibly disappointed. But I suspect it was when I returned the following day that his jeans started tenting.
He licked his lips as he read, “Have I gone back to the shop yet?” I asked. He nodded, without taking his eyes from the page.
My question broke his reverie and I think he realised that the author of that sexy story was sitting right in front of him. He cleared his throat, “Is it true?”
“The story?”
He nodded, then tried to adjust the bulge in his trousers. Finally he gave up and put his laptop bag on his lap.
“What do you think?”
He shrugged. I think he wanted to believe it was true, but saying so made me a slapper. And saying that he thought it was just a story would burst his bubble.
I smiled, and held his gaze. It was broken by the boarding announcement. Raj handed back my phone and I set it to flight mode. They boarded by row numbers and, when we compared our tickets we found we were sitting on the same row--seats D and G. Our row was called first which, we found out, was because we were in the very last row on the plane. Raj held his laptop bag in front of his crotch through the whole process.
Half an hour later, when we were sat, with our seatbelts on and the plane pulled away from the gate we discovered that there was no one in either of the seats between us. We had the row to ourselves. Even though it was a 747, in the back row there are only the four middle seats. Behind us, only the toilets.
As the plane started taxiing, Raj started to look really nervous. “Have you flown before?” I asked.
He just shook his head.
“Nothing to worry about,” I said, reached over the intervening seats and patted his hand. It was gripping the armrest between us. “It’s very safe.”
Personally, I quite enjoy the feeling as the plane accelerates down the runway; the moment when the front of the plane leaves the ground and the feeling in my stomach when we lift off. Raj was definitely not so sure. He settled down once the plane wasn’t climbing so steeply; he was more relaxed still once the seatbelt sign had been turned off. There’s always a while after that when people need to go to the loo, and the trolley dollies need to pass out drink and food. But once they’d finished collecting the remnants of our microwaved meals, things seemed to settle down a bit. I undid my seatbelt and moved over two seats to sit next to Raj.
“See?”
“Mmm?”
“We’re fine.”
He nodded, clearly still nervous. But there was something he wanted to say, he just couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.
“Nicki?”
“Uh huh?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Can… Can I read the rest of that story?”
“Sure,” I smiled. But when I got out my phone and tried to retrieve the story, I realised that I didn’t have it on my phone, and I couldn’t reach the web site while we were flying. “Shit. Sorry.” I said, “No, you can’t. I’ve not got it on my phone. Where had you got to?”
He could hardly bring himself to say the words, “Um. You… err. You found out you didn’t have to work that day and went back to the sh.. sh.. shop.”
“Right.” I smiled broadly.
“And the man just locked the door. He was showing you into the back room.”
I nodded. “And?”
“And that’s when we had the boarding announcement.”
“So I hadn’t started licking the,” I lowered my voice, “Dildo?”
He shook his head emphatically, “Or pressed it between my boobs?”
He shook his head again.
“Do you want to know what happens?”
He nodded: slowly at first then faster, more sure that he really did want to know what happened.
“I was really wet and excited, so I slipped the dildo into my pussy and fucked myself with it while the man watched. He got out his dick and wanked himself while I brought myself off with the plastic cock. After I came, he came too, and covered my dress with spunk.”
He was wide eyed and swallowing. Not really able to take in what I was telling him.
“Then he gave me some sexy clothes and I took them home.”
He gulped. “Wow.”
“What do you think?”
“A.. amazing.”
“Does it turn you on?”
He nodded.
“And you must know it turns me on, or I wouldn’t have written it.”
Bing bong went the cabin announcement, “Ladies and gentlemen, please settle yourselves down for the flight…” Blah blah blah.
No one was waiting for the toilets, most people seemed to be watching their movies. I grabbed a couple of blankets from the two chairs next to us, and draped one over my lap, the other over Raj’s. I lifted the armrest from between us, and slipped my hand onto his thigh, under the blanket.
“Comfy?”
“Definitely,” he said.
My arm slid slowly and gently up and down his firm thigh. I slid it right down to his knee, then, as I slid it back up, my fingernails raked his inner thigh. Then I felt the bulge in his jeans. I pressed the palm of my hand against the bulge and Raj closed his eyes. I rubbed up and down along the bulge then found the zipper and slowly pulled it down. When my hand slipped inside his fly he started. I slipped it out, still hidden by the blanket and started slowly to stroke his cock.
When a lady, probably in her sixties, came down to use the toilet I just stopped, but left my hand just where it was. Raj looked especially nervous, but there wasn’t much he could do. Before she came out, a woman in her early twenties came down to use another toilet; we exchanged smiles. Once they were both in their cubicles, I resumed my stroking; stopping abruptly as we heard the doors open. When both women had returned to their seats, I lifted the blanket to reveal Raj’s long, sleek cock, pre-cum forming on the end of the tip. I leaned over and flicked my tongue at it. The people in the row in front of us seemed wrapped up in their movie, and didn’t realise what was going on right behind them.
I opened my mouth wider, and took the head of Raj’s beautiful brown cock in my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the shaft and slid down his cock ‘til the tip hit the back of my mouth. While I sucked his cock, I cradled his balls with my other hand and gave them a squeeze which made him flinch.
He tapped me on the shoulder--someone else was approaching. I sat up and draped the blanket back over his lap, my hand still on his cock. If I hadn’t held it down, the tent it made would have been obvious to anyone. A man in his fifties walked past and did some stretching exercises before walking back up the aisle. As soon as he was gone I started giggling. Then I tightened my grip on Raj’s cock and started stroking faster. Up and down, up and down I went, faster and faster. Raj’s eyes were shut tight, mouth open almost as if he were in pain, though I’m sure that was far from the truth.
I stopped abruptly, and he looked at me, bewildered. “I need the loo,” I whispered, “Do you?”
Raj nodded and, once he’d made himself decent under the blanket we got up and went around to the toilets. The toilets in airplanes are small for one person; they are almost impossible for two people, but not quite. When the door was open, I lifted down the table that was there for nappy changing and lifted myself up on to it. Raj stepped in, and pulled the door closed and locked behind him.
I popped the button on my jeans and pulled them down my legs to my ankles. My black lace g-string still in place. Even in this super confined space, I was feeling incredibly horny and my pussy was dripping. Raj undid his zip and fished his cock back out. I rubbed his glans up and down my slit, pulled my g-string to one side then pushed my pubis towards him, impaling his cock in my pussy. Raj thrust forwards and suddenly I felt the full length of his cock inside me. I gave a silent gasp as she slid his length almost completely back out of me before ramming it home again. Raj’s hands went to my breasts; he cupped them in his hands and squeezed. I undid my blouse and he pulled down the black bra cups to fondle my tits. As he hammered at my pussy I felt him pinch and twist my nipples.
My pussy tightened around his cock and he exploded inside me, just as I came. We stared at one another both silently screaming as we orgasmed. Raj slid his cock from my pulsating pussy and slipped it back into his jeans. I pulled up my shorts as best I could and buttoned my blouse.
With his back to the door, Raj unlocked it and pulled it to one side so he could exit. As I followed him out we saw the same bloke as before doing his stretching exercises. He gave me a knowing smile, as we returned to our seats.
If anything, the whole episode made Raj even more nervous. So much so, he hardly said a word to me for the rest of the flight. From my perspective, it was a fun way to start my trip to Seattle and, of course, to join the exclusive “Mile High Club.”
Raj and I ended up in different queues to get through passport control. I saw him again at the baggage carousel and wished him luck at his interview.
“Thanks,” he said, “For everything.”
“Welcome.” I replied
