Should I?๐ถ
POV: Adrian
Itโs not frequent that a woman walks into the Cigar Bar, but when they do, every man turns their head. When she walked by me to take a seat near, I could smell her. Soft like lavender and a mixture of something sweet yet fresh. It was inviting and pulled me from reality.
It was unique. I am used to most of the women I interact with wearing a nauseating and overbearing perfume that smells worse than rubbing alcohol. She was a breath of fresh air, with every waft of her aroma exciting me.
I got a decent glimpse of her backside as she walked by. Short in stature, curvaceous with an hourglass figure, and a juicy ass that made her leggings look painted on. I am used to women throwing themselves at me, so I never take the time to admire a body.
They all usually look the same, and I use them for sex, so I never cared to assess them. Iโve never experienced the prowl or hunt for a sexual partner. Something about her made me question my very nature.
I watched as she picked a seat, hoping it would be once facing me. And it was. The first thing I noticed were her naturally full lips. Plump and juicy with a hint of clear gloss on them. Kissable, and my mind when straight to using them for my pleasure.
I have seen my fair share of beautiful women, but something about her intrigued me. I couldnโt get enough of her; she was distracting me from the reports I was trying to read. Her scent intoxicated me and gave me a false sense of euphoria.
Taking a sip of my bourbon to shake it off. Turning my focus to my work by memorizing meeting notes for when I landed in Cancun. I wanted to be prepared to discuss a proposal to absorb another hotel with the board of directors.
Business always came before my social and sex life. That is what this woman was. Another conquest. The words in my proposal started to blur together, and I looked up to see her laughing.
Man, she would look good bent over this mahogany coffee table. I could not help myself because envisioning her was addicting. Smacking my cheeks to pull myself from this trance.
I whispered to myself, โFuck Adrian. Pull your shit together.โ.
I went back to my work, now and then glancing up at her until I noticed she had gone. An emotion washed over me that I had never experienced before. It was more like a physical aching in my head or a sense of dread.
Another glass of bourbon should wash that away. I would never see that woman again, and Monica was waiting for me at the destination airport. Monica would be able to cure this insufferable desire for this woman.
I sat there for a few more minutes, going over the details of my meeting. Casually checking my watch to see how long until boarding started. I hated boarding first because everyone who walks by you starts staring at you with judgment, even through the privacy curtains.
This flight was long enough to provide me with extra time to work, no distractions. Walking through the jet bridge, I caught a whiff that hinted this woman might be on my flight. It was that same light and fresh floral scent. My mind wondered why on earth would a woman be traveling alone to Mexico?
While placing my bag in the overhead bin, I checked around. Seeing how packed the flight was, but looking for the woman as well. I typically do this to take a quick head count of passengers and staff. In case of an emergency, I wanted to be ready to act. I like to see the exits and check on who would need assistance.
Catching a quick glimpse of her in the main cabin, sitting in an aisle seat. Wiggling around in her assigned seat, trying to get comfortable. I could not take my eyes off of her laughing with another woman.
My assistant booked both seats in my row, so I did not share it with anyone. I am a large man and prefer not to bump elbows on a plane, and I am not a fan of small talk with strangers. Flying was my time to relax and catch up on emails.
I decided to pull my curtain and sit in the aisle seat. This gave me easy access to turn around and peek out. I just wanted to observe the woman to uncover details and information about her behaviors.
Looking back, a few times over the first hour. She was a simple-minded woman. Nothing out of the ordinary, so I decided to try to work. The flight was turbulent, so I looked back to check on her.
The seat was empty, which increased my heart rate. I stood up with intentions of looking for her when I noticed she was walking toward the rear restrooms. My rage burning low as I watch another man touch her.
Quickly returning to my seat to avoid an assault charge. My faced rested in my hand as I took a moment to calm myself. A calming scent was invigorating as it breezed through my privacy curtain as it drifted past. I peeked past my curtain and watched the woman lock herself in the first-class bathroom.
Half tempted to join her and end this childish infatuation. I had never had a woman place this kind of clutch on me before than the way she did at this moment. I could feel my inner loins rage with excitement at the thought of walking in on her with her pants down.
The things I could and would do to her. The places I would put my tongue and the flavors I would taste. I could imagine how she tasted at the thought of her legs wrapped around my neck.
I gave myself a raging hard-on, thinking about bending her ass over the sink while her pants were around her ankles. Smacking her ass as I shove my cock deep inside and slowly removing it. Grabbing both of her breasts as I reach around her back to grip her tight and ride the wave of turbulence.
I imagined removing her jacket and having her bite it. Then pulling the sleeves behind her head to use as reins to force myself deep inside her. The jacket would also muffle any sounds that try to escape her lips. She would obey as I lifted one of her legs above her waist and encouraged her to touch herself.
Pulled from my dirty thoughts when I heard the door unlock and open. This woman was going to terrorize my mind until I had a taste. I had to control myself because the flight would descend at some point.
I listened as she stepped back towards the main cabin. Her steps were slow, with a slight pause. It was like she was anticipating my move.
I donโt know what came over me, but I decided to pull her into my seat. Quickly placing my hand over her mouth to keep her from drawing attention. I could not control myself and needed this woman out of my system.
Now that I had her next to me, I planned to take full advantage of her and then make her leave. Her chest was rising and falling with a hefty force. I had startled her, but I could tell she was aroused at the same time.
This woman was doing things to me that I had sworn off. From a very young age, I decided that women only get in the way of my success. I am successful at my job because I accept that love and relationships are not meant for me.
I fuck and move on as a precaution so that I donโt get fucked in life. Any woman that starts to get too close or catch feelings must go. I can not risk my plans falling apart over a woman.
She didnโt tell me no when I gave her the option to leave, so I know she wanted this. I pulled her on me, and she spread her legs to straddle me. This was going to be too easy.
I had already studied her curves, so my hands knew their way around her body. I ran my hands down her thighs with my thumbs aimed at her inner thigh. Then I ran my hands toward her hips, my thumbs to graze her between her legs.
After a little grab, I immediately ran my hands toward her ass. This allowed me to take two handfuls of her ass and pull her closer to me. She spread her legs wider to accept my large size and moaned.
We had to be quiet, so I covered her mouth with my hand, and she nibbled on my palm. Her soft moans were encased in my thick flesh. Paying extra usually ensured my privacy on the plane, but being caught only intensified the experience.
She was grinding so hard on me that I couldnโt take it anymore. I didnโt have a condom, so I grabbed her waist and turned her around. The turbulence made it a rough ride.
Getting my hands in her pants and tasting her should be enough for me to move on. A conquered conquest. I was on a mission to make her come before the plane landed.
I did what any man would do in this position. I lightly choked her as I rubbed her with my thumb and rammed two fingers into her. She began to ride my fingers to deepen their penetration. This was hot. No one had ever ridden my hand before.
She rolled her body each time I pulled out. Together, we collided with one another. It was fucking hot, and I wished for the smallest amount of light to shine on her. I wanted to see her body bounce and rock with the turbulence.
She was clenched so tight I could assume she was a virgin if she had not told me she was divorced. She rocked and rolled until her body gave out, falling backward onto my chest. I let her cum cover my fingers before pulling them out and licking every drop.
She rushed to dress and leave, but the second I tasted her, I knew my obsession had just begun. We were headed to the same destination, but the question remainedโฆ should I follow her for more?