“Really?” she asked, interested, but also confused. “Where would we do it?”
He turned and looked at her. He was already half hard in his pants, working toward full-on boner status. He was quite unaccustomed to going two and a half months without sex that did not involve only himself. He was starting to like the idea he was having more and more. “Right here,” he told her. “In the hangar.”
She looked around for a moment, her eyes going from place to place. “There’s no bed in here, Jake,” she said.
Jake chuckled. “It is possible to fuck without a bed being involved,” he informed her.
“It is?” she asked. “How come we’ve never done that before?”
“A good question,” he allowed. “How about we do it now?”
“Are you serious?”
“I am dead serious,” he assured her. “You up for it?”
“But how would we ... I mean, where would we...”
He lifted her face and put a kiss on her lips, shutting her up. When he pulled his lips away, he waved her into the hangar. “Step inside my office,” he told her.
“Okay,” she said, walking in, stepping carefully around the left wingtip and going behind it.
Jake reached up and pulled down on the hangar door. He did not close it all the way, however. Instead, he stopped it about a foot above the ground. He then turned and made his own trip around the wingtip.
“Jake,” Laura said. “The door is still open a little.”
“It has to be,” Jake told her. “There’s no ventilation in here. If I don’t leave it cracked it’ll get hot as hell in here in about three minutes.”
“I can’t do it with a door open!” she hissed at him.
“Nobody is going to come in here, Laura,” he assured her. “And nobody is going to peek under the door. You’re just going to have to be quiet while we do this.”
“I’m sorry, Jake,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t take off my clothes while that door is open like that.”
“Who said anything about taking off your clothes?” he asked, stepping close to her.
“Huh?” she asked, genuinely confused now.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” he whispered to her, taking her in his arms.
“Jake, I...”
Once again, he shut her up with a kiss. This time he slid his tongue into her mouth. She swirled her tongue with his, hesitantly at first, but then with growing enthusiasm. Her own arms went around his neck.
He let his hands slide downward, over her ass, which he paused to give a little squeeze, before continuing downward, onto the backs of her thighs. He then began to move the hands upward again, beneath the hem of her dress. Soon he had a double handful of her butt, his fingers feeling the lacy material of her panties. He pulled her against him, so she could feel the bulge of his erection pushing into her stomach.
“Mmmm,” she said, pulling her mouth free for a moment. “Oh God, Jake. That feels so good.”
“It does,” he confirmed, sliding his lips down to kiss and nibble at her neck. Meanwhile, he let his fingers probe under the elastic of the panties, so he was now touching her bare buttocks. He squeezed some more, enjoying the feel of her silky-smooth skin on his fingertips.
“I’m getting really hot,” Laura whispered to him, still quite cognizant of the partially open door. “How ... where ... do we do this?”
“Right here,” he said.
“Next to the airplane?”
“On the airplane,” he corrected. He pulled back from her.
“On the airplane? You mean inside of it?”
“No,” he told her. “I mean on the airplane.” He slid his hands down and grabbed the hem of her dress. He then lifted it up until it was above her waist, showing the frilly green panties she was wearing. They matched the dress perfectly. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She did this, grasping firmly. He stood up tall, lifting her feet off the ground. He carried her two steps forward and one to the right before setting her down on the wing of the plane, well clear of the retracted flap, right near where the primary flight surface attached to the fuselage. The height was just about perfect.
“Oooh,” she squealed. “This is cold on my butt.”
“It’ll get warm in a minute,” he promised, letting go of her. His hands went to the buckle on his belt. She watched him with growing lust as he opened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees, freeing his erection.
“Mmm,” she said, looking at it hungrily. “I’ve missed that so much.”
“And it missed you,” he assured her, his hands now stroking the skin of her bare thighs.
“I kind of see what you’re going to do here,” she told him. “Should I take my panties off?”
“No,” he told her, stepping a little closer and adjusting his stance. “You shouldn’t.”
She reached out to stroke his member, her fingers gripping him, feeling him, playing with him. “But how are we going to ... you know... do it, if I leave them on?”
“Like this,” he said, sliding his right hand over her thigh until his fingertips were caressing the crotch of those panties. They were damp and he could feel the outline of her lips beneath them. He caressed her in this manner for a few more seconds and then hooked his fingers beneath the elastic band and pulled the crotch to the side, exposing her swollen lips to his gaze, letting a powerful whiff of her aroused juices into his nose.
“Oh...” she said softly, her green eyes shining. “I get it now.”
“You certainly do,” he told her, pushing her hand off his straining erection. He put his left hand around her, grasping her by the ass while pushing himself forward, aiming for where he wanted to go. The head of his manhood touched warm wetness, feeling the slippery juices that had been produced. He pushed forward and slid in the tip. He then pushed a little harder and buried himself inside of her body.
“Oh ... sweet Lord!” she squealed delightfully at the intrusion.
“Shhhh,” Jake hushed her as he ground around a little, feeling her grip at him, lost in the sensation of sinking into female flesh after so long without it. “Remember the door.”
“Right,” she panted, putting her arms around his neck again. “This is so ... so ... dirty!”
“It is,” he agreed. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she whispered. “Now fuck me, Jake.”
“Gladly,” he said and began to thrust.
His thighs quickly became tired and threatened to cramp up on him, and his lower back wasn’t really pleased with the angle of attack, but he powered on, driving himself in and out of her body. Almost immediately he had to employ his best mental blocks to keep from firing off quickly. It felt just so damn good to be inside of her again.
She was obviously enjoying herself quite well too. She thrust back at him as much as she could, kissing his face, his neck, nibbling on his lower lip, occasionally plunging her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Her hands kept busy too, going up and down his back, sometimes dropping to his ass to pull him harder against her, sometimes going up to his head to run her fingers through his hair.
“Come for me, baby,” Jake whispered to her when he felt his blocks starting to crumble. “Come and then I’ll shoot up inside of you.”
That did the trick. The moment these words were out of his mouth, her thrusting became erratic and her breathing grew heavier. The flush of her pale skin darkened almost alarmingly.
“That’s it,” Jake whispered, thrusting harder, giving her the little grind at the bottom of each stroke. “Come for me.”
She began to squeal and Jake had to cover her mouth with his to keep her quiet. She tightened up against him as her orgasm blasted through her body. Jake could tell it was a little more powerful than her typical one. As soon as she started to relax a little against him, he let himself go as well. A few seconds later it was he who was erratically thrusting, he who had to have his mouth covered with hers to keep the audio level outside family friendly. The exquisite pleasure exploded from his center and he poured himself out into her.