Mile
High
By J.E. Taylor
JET-Fueled Fiction
Mile High © 2011 by J.E. Taylor
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The pilot reads off the names for the first flight. Six people stand and follow him to the waiting helicopter. I look at you, raising my eyebrows.
“Looks like it’s just the two of us.” I allow a brief smirk and feel the rush of heat coloring my cheeks when you smile.
Your deep green eyes scan me before settling back on my face and you lean back in the chair. “How’d you pull that off?”
“I was the one who scheduled the trip. Remember?”
Before you can respond, the pilot for the second helicopter steps in the room. “Hello.” He looks at the piece of paper he holds and reads off our names. “It ought to be just a few more minutes. I’ll come get you when we’re ready.” The pilot ducks back into the hangar.
“Sneaky girl,” you say and stand, walking to the window, watching the first helicopter with the rest of our team members take off. You glance over your shoulder at me and chuckle before returning your attention to the second helicopter taxiing onto the runway.
I remain in the seat, my heart already hammering in my chest at the prospect of you and me alone in the corporate helicopter. I meet your gaze in the reflection and see the same desire in your eyes that’s burning a path straight to my pussy. I shift under the moist rush between my legs, wondering if you will take advantage of the situation. Wondering if you will break the rules and take a shot at the ultimate taboo.
I scan you, from your broad tense shoulders, down the curve of your back, over your well-defined ass and down your long legs, taking in your entire six-foot frame before meeting your thoughtful stare again. I inhale, then blow the air out before I lick my lips, knowing the simple motion turns you on.
You suppress your grin and shift your gaze back to the helicopter just as the hangar door opens and the pilot enters.
You muster up a professional air and I know it’s taking a great deal of effort to cover up the heat between us because I am attempting to do the same, praying we don’t get caught before we’re airborne.
“Ready?” the pilot asks and we nod. I stand and pick up my briefcase and follow him out to the idling chopper, aware that you are behind me. I can almost feel the heat of your gaze traveling over my backside and the thought of you staring at my ass sends me into a tailspin and I can’t get to the helicopter fast enough. The wind produced by the rotors whips my hair around as we duck under them and climb into the enclosed passenger compartment.
I slide to the center of one bench, putting my briefcase on the floor at the far side of the compartment. You sit opposite me, leaning your laptop bag against mine, the nylon bags shifting together like a seductive whisper. You wait until the pilot shuts the door before drinking me in with your eyes. Your lips curve into the smile I love as you reach for a piece of gum, unwrapping and popping it into your mouth.
I tilt my head. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll have the same luxury on the return trip.” I take a piece of the cinnamon gum you offer.
Your gaze travels to the door and back, the smirk on your lips hiding something underneath. You don’t look the least bit surprised when the door opens and a third passenger joins us.
He’s a blonde Adonis, a wayward surfer stuffed into a business suit with hungry blue eyes and perfect white teeth that flash at me. His slight nod in your direction is as telling as your grin and he takes the spot next to you on the bench.
I wait until the door closes and shift. “Good morning Joe. I didn’t know you were assigned to this project.”
Joe shrugs and trades a glance with you. “It was a last minute thing.”
None of us move while the helicopter navigates to the launch pad. The safety instructions pipe into the enclosure, reminding us to buckle our seatbelts. The craft lifts and slowly turns before accelerating and climbing into the sky.
Tensing on lift off, you close your eyes and take a deep breath as the chopper clears the building. Your jaws work on the gum to keep the sudden pressure change from affecting your ears and you open your eyes, offering me a less than comfortable smile.
“Flying still makes you nervous?”
You nod, glancing out the window as the craft climbs.
Only after reaching cruising altitude do you spit out the gum, dropping your wrapper into the garbage before leaning back in the seats. Our knees touch and I feel like I’ve been doused in gasoline and set on fire. Every inch of my skin burns for you and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
I glance nervously in Joe’s direction and his gaze gives me pause. He licks his lips and loosens his tie. Grinning, he raises an eyebrow, his unspoken invitation as subtle as a brick in my face and I snap my gaze in your direction.
We stare at each other for a fraction of a second before you lean forward, putting your elbows on your knees. “I figured I’d kill two fantasies of yours with one stone. Ménage and mile high club. You game?”
I laugh and my eyed drift between you and Joe, both fine specimens of the male persuasion and the thought of you both inside me shoots my temperature through the roof. My voice cracks as I answer, “How did you know he’d go for it?" I shot my thumb in Joe’s direction.
Joe chuckled and slid forward. “He knows I’ve had the hots for you for a while.” His hand brushes my knee and I inhale, enjoying the sensation of his fingertips against my skin.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and kneel on the floor in front of me, running your hands up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, pausing as your hands cross my ass. A wicked grin surfaces. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.”
“No I’m not.” My cheeks heat and I’m sure they are as crimson as my dress which you slide over my head, leaving me with only my bra. I giggle as the nerves bundle in my stomach, but they disappear as both you and Joe begin your exploration of my body.
You unhook my bra, casting it aside and each of you take a breast in your mouths. The sensation of tongues flicking my hard nipples brings a soft moan to my lips.
You take a breath, covering my lips with yours and I open my mouth, welcoming your tongue to play with mine, mingling, rolling, tasting cinnamon until my breath pants with lust.
When the kiss breaks, you smile and shift, trailing kisses down my chest and abdomen, pulling me lower on the seat before burying your face into my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet,” you say and your fingers slide inside me.
Your tongue circles my clit and I moan, shifting my gaze to Joe.
His shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a sleek hard chest and I reach my fingers out, running them down his hot smooth skin. He shifts and I can see his hard cock straining against the fabric of his dark chinos. I want to see, I want to touch and I want to taste.
The urge drives my hand to his belt and I tug, licking my lips and meeting his lustful gaze.
Within a blink, he’s free from fabric and kneeling next to my face, his cock intimidating in its length and girth before me. A drop of pre-cum glistens on his tip and he coats my lips with its salty stickiness. I open my mouth, swallowing him until I gag on his girth and he pulls back.
Your mouth is a fantastic tool, tangling with my clit, bringing me closer to the release of the molten lava pooled in my belly. The closer I get, the more you tease, dialing down your strokes until I want to scream, my moans of protest muffled by Joe’s cock fucking my mouth.
“Yeah baby, suck harder,” Joe demands, and I comply, sucking with each stroke of his cock.
Your fingers are inside me, inside my pussy, inside my ass, plunging with the same veracity as your tongue and I leap over the hurdle, hot juices flow from my pussy in spurts, my scream of ecstasy drowned by Joe’s cum flooding my mouth.
I swallow, gasping and sucking at the same time, my body trembling as you continue to play my pussy like a concert pianist, each chord reaching a higher crescendo.
You pull away from me at the same moment Joe leaves my mouth, and instead of fucking me like I want you to, you pull my face toward your erect cock.
“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to fuck you, but before I do, I want that dirty mouth of yours to suck me dry.”
My pussy aches from the absence of your hands but as my mouth slides down your length, I feel fingers tracing my wet clit before sliding inside. First one finger, then two, then three and I moan at the pressure.
You’ve got your hands buried in my hair, moving my head faster, in time with your hips, burying your cock balls deep into my mouth. I can feel the insane pulse of your desire against my lips and with each stroke, your breath locks in your chest for a moment before your noisy exhalation of praise.
Joe is not as gentle as you and he stretches me with four fingers before plunging his fist inside my pussy. I cry out, but you’re too busy fucking my mouth with abandon, pushing farther and farther inside the hot wetness with the same intensity that Joe is fucking me with his fist.
Both my mouth and my pussy throb and the pain in my crotch transforms into an orgasm that locks my breath in my lungs and tenses every muscle in my body. For once, I am glad a cock is in my mouth to muffle the scream.
Two more strokes of my mouth and you spurt your seed down my throat with the gusto of an avalanche.
Joe’s fist pulls out of my pussy and his cock plunges into me hard and fast, giving me little time to pull away from your spent penis. I catch a quick glance at your face and you’re busy watching me being fucked, the hunger in your eyes ignites me and I focus on your flaccid member. Between my hand strokes and those of my mouth, you recover quickly.
“It’s my turn,” your voice breaks through the grunts and Joe pulls out, allowing you to manipulate me onto your lap. Instead of plunging into my dripping pussy, you spread my cheeks and press your cock against my anus. For a moment, I tense, but your fingers are circling my clit and your lips are locked on my neck.
“Please baby, I want to fuck your ass,” you whisper in my ear, your voice hoarse with passion.
“Well, since you’ve been so kind to arrange this little ménage on my behalf, who am I to deny you your fantasy?” My husky voice resonates through the cabin and your purr of delight sends shivers down my spine.
Pressure builds and you force your way into my ass, after the first blush of pain, I find the pressure another form of pleasure and I moan when you pull my legs back, plunging deep within me. Your hands wander to my breasts and I close my eyes, forgetting Joe is in the narrow space with us until his cock slides into my pussy.
My eyes snap open and I am sandwiched between you and Joe in a fuckfest that brings me to another plateau. Thankfully, Joe smothers my moan with his lips, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same lust-filled frantic swipes as mine explores his.
You and Joe thrust at the same time, each stroke bringing another violent orgasm from my already trembling form and I’m panting with his tongue in my mouth and your hands squeezing my breasts. Both your bodies press against me, both your hearts beat as hard as mine, until all three of us freeze in unison in a giant orgasmic blast.
Joe is the first to uncouple from the bizarre union and he moves to the far side of the cabin, dressing quickly even before his breathing returns to normal.
You are languid under me and I turn my head toward you. Your lips find mine again and this time, the kiss is slow and sweet. “Holy shit,” you whisper as you break the kiss and wipe the stray strands of hair out of my face.
We smile and catch small kisses, letting our breath return to normal. You lean back with your hands resting on my waist, your eyes half open and a slight smile graces your lips.
“Holy shit is right,” I say and move my hips playfully in a circle. I don’t want this bliss to end.
A deep laugh rumbles from your chest. “We don’t have time.” You glance at your watch and I look out the window. We are over the Sound, which means we are only about fifteen minutes from our destination and the heavy swell of disappointment envelops me. With a sigh, I pull away, uncoupling from you and sliding across to the opposite bench where my clothing rests. I dress quickly and reach into my briefcase for the last article of clothing. Pulling a pair of underwear from the pocket washes your face with amusement. I smile and shrug, diverting my gaze to Joe’s closed eyes.
“I think we wiped him out.”
You glance in his direction and I catch a fragment of envy in your gaze before it returns to me.
“Oh – you want a nap now?” I tease. I’m energized by the encounter and I can tell by the dark circles under your eyes, that you are drained.
You pull up your pants, zipping and buttoning as you grin. “Yeah, a nap would be good right about now but that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.” The clasps of both our seatbelts click in unison as we settle back on the seats, staring at each other.
I feel the wetness of their cum pooling in my panties and I shift at the warm flood, thankful that I lined the crotch with a panty-liner before I left the house. My thirst rages and I reach down and open the beverage drawer, grabbing two bottles of water. I hand you one and sit back, cracking mine open and draining half the cool beverage as the helicopter begins its descent.
You drink your water and raise your eyebrows along with the half-empty bottle. “Mile high club.”
I tap my bottle to yours and the grin that forms on your face is contagious.
“Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up.” I shake Joe’s knee and he blinks his eyes open, glancing around and running his fingers through his hair. For a moment, doubt lines his eyes as they bounce between us.
“Did…”
I smile. “Oh yeah, that wasn’t a dream.”
He actually blushes and inhales, looking out the window before he turns to you. “Thanks for sharing, man.”
You cast a quick look in my direction before offering a nod to Joe. “You know that was a one-time deal, right?”
I catch disappointment in his expression before he locks it down and nods. “That was the agreement.”
I raise my eyebrows at you.
“You weren’t the only one who made arrangements for this flight babe.” You grin at me.
“You just wait till tonight,” I pointed at you but your grin is catching and I find myself smiling.
“Oh, I’m counting on that thought, but for now, you can’t smile at me like that in the meeting today.”
“Why not?”
“Because that smirk says we had a wild ride down here.”
I roll my eyes as the helicopter touches down. “Fine, but if the three of us are on the return trip together, can we have a repeat?”
“The three of us will not be together on the return trip,” you say.
Disappointment laces my mouth and I glance at Joe, recognizing the same feeling of let down in his expression. But when I look back at your bright green eyes, I can’t help but smile assent. Lust comingles with love in your gaze and I realize just how lucky I am to have you in my life.
Moments later, we step onto the tarmac in downtown Manhattan and stroll in silence to our destination, stealing glances as we walk, barely suppressing the grins that play on our lips.
The End
About J.E. Taylor
J.E. Taylor is a writer, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:
“Mom,
if you could do anything, what would you do?”
From that
moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing resume
includes six+ published novels along with several short stories on
the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.
Ms. Taylor also moonlights as an Assistant Editor of Allegory
(www.allegoryezine.com), an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy
and Horror, and lends a hand in formatting manuscripts for eXcessica
as well as offering her services judging writing contests for various
RWA chapters.
She lives in Connecticut with her husband and
two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the
shore in southern Maine.
You can find out more about J.E. Taylor at her website: www.JETaylor75.com.