High Society Girl - Escort for Hire chapter 7, a short story by BellaBeau. Date added: 2012-07-12. Times viewed: 3083.
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- Intro: Eva is whisked away to Italy but she has to get there first, what does go on in those private jets?
High Society Girl - Escort for Hire
Chapter 7
I hate flying, honestly, I do. It doesn’t get any easier. The noise, watching the clouds drift by as the world below, tiny as it is, goes by its daily business, the engines, oh my god the engines so strange a noise yet actually calms me but alarms me, every change in motion, rhythm, I panic. The turbulence, what’s that about I ask you?
I take a deep swig of my champagne and a warm hand holds mine, squeezes and a voice appears as I stare out of the window.
“It’s ok, we’ve got only thirty minutes left before we land, you never get any easier do you at this flying business?”
And the familiar voice I know laughs as he squeezes my hand again.
“I’m fine, really, just takes a little getting used to as all.”
And I squeeze back and face him. He swigged his champagne and I looked at his clean shaven face. He looked as cool and suave as ever. Business suit, shined shoes, tie, leg resting on the other, so fit. My fear suddenly disappears as I look at Cole.
“No, it never gets easier but I know something that will help take my mind off it for, Oh I’s say the twenty minutes we have before we have to buckle up.” I lean in and whisper.
My cheeky smile tells him what he needs to hear to have to dismiss his stewardess for the next twenty minutes.
“Thanks Kirsty, that will be all for now, you can leave.”
The perky blonde leaves to the front of Coles’ private jet as we fly to Italy.
I stand and peel my thin strappy silk dress from my shoulders to reveal the deep purple Basque beneath. My breasts are pushed up, the rise and fall of my chest making them heave. I straddle my handsome guy between my thighs as his eyes wonder at the marvel of me. I push him down as I unzip his pants and find his cock hard waiting for me. I stroke hard and smile.
“Now, what can we do for eighteen minutes, any suggestions Cole?”
“Well, you’ve started right, where you go is your choice!”I lick my lips as I dip my body and drip my saliva to his tip. His body tenses and relaxes under me. I love the feeling I get when we are together, pleasing him my only aim.
Sucking him in the full length against my throat, I hold the base of his cock as my head falls down. My tongue works inside licking round as Coles hardness throbs inside my mouth. I pull out and smile licking my lips, lean forward to him and plant a kiss on his lips. My mouth opens against his and my tongue penetrates finding his. Erotic desire takes me over and my desire to have him inside me is too much. I reach down and rub along the slit of my wet pussy. Opening my lips he found his way in and with two thrusts took me deep and hard, pressing his hands against my back holding me down. My ass grinding up and down, my cunt swallowing his cock, he pushed up. His moans held back, a curtain the only thing separating us from his stewardess. I sit on his cock as he fucks me, turbulence a mere bump compared to the bumping I was experiencing right now.Cole was only too happy to help please me, we did it together and I got some great perks from it, like a trip to Italy for the weekend. He didn’t book me anymore as his escort. He was still single but when he was down or in the country, we would meet up and do whatever he had planned. He did still pay me, not cash or cheque, but directly into my account, he started to do it after I refused to accept money, he was a great friend and I love his company, we have a fantastic time together and it’s not work.
My tits bounced inside my Basque and Cole felt obligated to release them. Holding them in his hands his fingers pinched my nipples, a warm pain surges through me stopping at my warm pussy as you thrust up into me. I held his head and pulled him to me, his open mouth finding my tits and licking them, sucking them, squeezing them in his soft hands, his teeth nipping at my erect nipples. My body bucked and he pulled me back in, my hips rocking up and down as he too pushed, our rhythm mirrored. His teeth bit harder, my neck arched back, my hair falling down against his arms. I felt my nakedness against his clothed body, the only skin exposed being his cock, and that was hardly exposed. He pushed hard, I felt his arm move and grab my hair, pulling my head back, my body arched, tits pushed out to his face. Sucking hard on my tits and fucking me even harder, my nails dug into his shirt as I felt your cock rubbing against my clit. The tingling surges to my damp pussy and Cole groans deeply, I hold my hand over his mouth to stifle his sounds. I feel the throbbing intensify as his cock bulges deep. My orgasm engulfs me as I feel Coles moans vibrate against my hand. I squeeze hard as I cum over his own oozing cock. He leaves his cum inside me as I feel my body relax, never have I felt so comfortable having sex and not feeling compelled to continue and work on immediately. He holds me close as we both recover, his cock receding. We smile and laugh quietly as I burry my head in his chest, his cologne filling my senses.
“Well, that was the best seventeen minutes I’ve ever spent, what say you Eva?”
“Umm, well it staved off the turbulence!”I slid off and pulled my dress back on. Wiping my mouth of any stray lipstick he leaned in to me and stroked my hair to the back of my neck, and kissed it.
“Your beautiful Eva, I just want you to enjoy yourself this weekend, right.”
Looking back at him and returning his kiss I whisper….
“We will, I guarantee it.”My nerves return as I feel the landing gear drop. Coles hand squeezes mine in reassurance. My hard faced exterior must need working on if Cole can see through it.
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