The seatbelt light dings softly and I tilt sideways into the aisle, lowering my book just enough to see all the way to the front of the plane. He’s there, his back to me, tugging the drink cart along as he flashes his pearly whites at the old ladies and nervous children. I smile to myself, imagining those teeth nibbling my shoulder.
A slow flush creeps up the back of his neck; he knows I’m thinking about him. I keep my smile and my hands to myself as he passes with the cart, addressing the passengers to my right and in the row across, but making me wait. Making me wonder.
But I don’t wonder. He will come. He will come, and then he will come. My smile is positively fangy as I stand and stalk off to the little bathroom. The lock makes a definitive click that echoes down the interior of the plane – a warning, a signal.
I sit on the plastic seat and cross my legs like a lady. I hold my breath for thirty seconds every minute, appreciating the thin atmosphere as my head swims.
An apprehensive rattle on the door. "Miss…?“ he asks very softly, my name lodging in his throat. I flick the latch to "Unoccupied” and the door opens.
“Get in here,” I say through my teeth, my vague Eastern European accent making my words silky. "Take off your pants.“
He can’t keep his eyes off my face, but he complies, untucking his pale blue button-up and tugging down his crisp pants. I size him up once more, to be sure I missed nothing. He sports a thin shock of blonde hair, nearly white, over a pair of weak blue eyes and a stubby nose. He’s adorable, in a very ordinary way. My gaze drops to his waist, affirming my assessment: he has a first class body, and no idea.
"Yes,” I purr, curling my finger up under his chin and stroking towards me, making sure my nails just catch on his stubbly skin. "Come to Teles.“
He shudders and it makes him sigh, at the perfect moment, releasing a bit of his inner essence. I suck it greedily into my own lungs and now I know exactly how to ensnare him. I give him a firm shove so he slams against the door. With one hand, I flip the lock to "Occupied.” With the other, I gather up his whole impressive package. I lift his cock so its tiny eye gazes at me and hold my breath again.
I lower myself down over the cock, lips first, and I draw out his soul. He doesn’t even scream as I take him, singing him an internal song as I lure his entire essence to mingle with mine. Now his dull eyes are blank, ready to be filled with my instruction.
I pull back from his cock, tossing my hair as if emerging from the water, and meet his gaze. I show my teeth. "Eat me, slave,“ I say, wrenching up my dress and pushing his head down between my legs. His tongue is as eager as a dog’s, praising my lower lips with its exuberant strokes. I smile down at his thinning hair, picking up tufts in my nails. "I will give you better hair,” I say. He licks faster, using his lips to suck now, gently drawing me towards orgasm.
Leaning down across his back, I grab his ass in both hands. It is firm, well-muscled, an athlete’s ass. "Oh, but you will give me many nights of pleasure with this,“ I say, enjoying the full-body tremble these words set off in him. My own flesh is alive, every nerve crawling towards his pleasuring mouth.
Before I gush gratefully under his tongue, I wonder if this is a craving I will regret.