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"What would you be having today pretty lady?" the bartender inquired.

"Double-shot Vodka Gimlet please, hold the syrup and lime juice," I responded without hesitation.

He placed the drink before me and moved along to tend to another customer. As soon as I reached to take a sip, I heard...

"Rough day?" the voice asked. Breathing in loudly before turning around to see the fool who was interrupting my solace. But my tongue refused to form any words.

My barstool buddy was gorgeous. He had a low trim, with blue eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. His black shirt and pants were bursting at the seams with muscles, just aching for my touch. He was smiling at me. Sweet baby Jesus, it made me cream my panties.

Looking at his crotch, then back up at him, I licked my lips. When I finally found my voice, I said, "I believe that my day was using me as an example for others." Throwing back his head, he laughed.

Damn! and he has great teeth too. Twirling the swizzle on my tongue, I boldly gazed at his crotch again, and thought, I need that dick in my pussy.

"Manny," I heard.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I inquired.

He then repeated himself.

"My name is Manny."

It was only then that I realized that his hand was extended, waiting on a handshake.

Grasping it firmly, I said "Shara."

"Beautiful name," he complimented. Seizing my hand in his to kiss it.

"Business or Pleasure Shara?" He questioned, looking up at me with his lips still on my hand.

"Both Manny," I replied, as I moistened my lips, then took a sip from my drink.

"Care to elaborate?" he questioned.

Before I could answer his question, my phone buzzed...

Taking it out of my pocket, I looked at the message and realized that I had to go.

Swallowing the remaining contents of my drink, I wished him a safe flight, as I left for my own, with a very wet pussy.

Throughout the flight, my mind was on Nikolai. It's too bad that I'd never see him again.

Four hours later, I was refilling the coffee pot, when a colleague approached me, stating that a passenger in first class had requested me, then she stormed off.

That's all the information that she gave me. How was I supposed to know who I was in search of? Geez, I hated that woman.

Securing the drinks cart, I walked to first-class in search of the passenger. It didn't take me long to find out who it was. My body froze when he signaled me over.

Standing in front of him, I inquired, "Yes Manny, how can I be of service."

"What time do you go on a break?" He questioned me without looking up from his laptop.

"In twenty minutes," I replied.

"Be back here in twenty-five. And when you return, make sure you're not wearing panties," he said dismissing me.

Who does this guy think he is, Manny Montana? As I left, I must admit that I was a little turned on by his no panty statement and wondered how he had singled me out on this huge flight.

Half an hour later I returned. He looked at me very displeased and declared "Sit."

What am I now, a dog? This man was beginning to get on my last nerve with his dominating behavior.

Moving to the empty seat opposite him, he stopped me and said, "Not there, here," as he patted his leg.

If I sat there, he'd see my naked pussy. He looked up at me smirking. Patting his leg again, I looked around to see if the other passengers, which consisted of a pair of elderly couples.

Seems like they were asleep. So I placed my knee on either side of his legs and hiked up my skirt, sitting. As I sat, the material slid up my ass.

Looking at me, he slapped each ass cheek, again and again, making me whimper and grind my hips on his already hardening crotch.

"That's for being disobedient Shara," he commented.

I shuddered as he spoke.

He removed my shirt and bra and watched as my breast sprung free. Holding them, he took turns with my nipples in his mouth.

Twirling the hard buds on his tongue and applying a sucking pressure to the now sensitive skin.

I felt him thrusting on my naked pussy as he moaned on my skin. Arching my back, I leaned backward and held on to his knees, giving him access to my deprived body. When he had his fill with my breasts, he kissed his way up to my neck, then my lips.

Staring at me he said, "Up".

Squatting, I saw him pull his pants down and laid his magnificent erection between us. Gripping his cock in my hand, I slowly descended and began to pump on it. But he wasn't having any of that.

He lifted me a few inches from his cock, and hammered into me. I screaming out from the pure essence that he gave me.

"Shhhhh, you'd wake the others."

He bit my chin, then latched onto my lips to silence me, as he continued pounding into my wet pussy. Moaning loudly into his mouth, he rubbed and pinched my clit.

I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach, "I'm coming Manny, fuck."

He gently grabbed my neck, and said, "Cum," aggressively kissing me.

My body began going into little convulsions as he continued fucking and kissing me as I came. Separating from the kiss, we looked at each other as our breathing became labored.

He stood up, and sat me on the opposite seat, ordering me to hold my legs open. He lowered himself to the floor, and spread my pussy lips, licking me clean.

"My turn," he said in a graveled voice. With my legs still open, his dick found its way in me once more. Using his shoulders as leverage, I placed my legs there and met his thrust.

"Jesus," he whispered, as he rose and looked at me so ferociously, that it had me coming again.

"Don't do that," he begged.

Smirking, I did it again and again and again, as he began Jack hammering into my pussy.

"Kiss me” he groaned with a passion-filled voice.

We kissed until my tongue burned, as he shot his cum deep within me.

"Fucking hell Shara, you are a naughty girl."

"I know," I replied smirking at him.

Looking at my watch, I realized that I had ten minutes left before I commenced work. Fixing myself as best as I can to avoid suspicion, I kissed his forehead and power walked down the aisle.

"Shara," he calls out to me.

Turning I answered.

"Will I see you again?"

Thinking about it for a moment, I replied, "it's a long flight Manny, who knows what might happen," as I left for the washroom.

FIVE YEARS

After the flight disembarked, I haven't seen him. He gave me his number, but I never contacted him.

A few years later as I was coming out of an airport washroom, I ran into someone. Can you guess who it was? Yup.

When he looked down and saw who it was, he growled, then pushed me into an empty stall where he proceeded to go caveman tearing my panties off, and fucking me until I apologized for not calling him.

"Fucking hell, I missed your sweet cunt, Shara. I'm never letting you go again."

Groaning into my neck, he marked me, then came.

Straightening our clothing, I then noticed who our Pilot was.