“I hate this!” I whisper to myself as I settle into my seat. Justin stands above me shoving my carryon bag into the overhead compartment…ever the gentleman. I hope he hasn’t heard me.
“Well, we should have taken my plane, at least it’s more comfortable.” Yep, he heard me.
“Small planes make me even more nervous Justin.” I lean back and close my eyes, trying to calm down…it isn’t working.
I rise up in my seat a little, allowing Justin to pass me and sit down in the window seat. He pulls his hat down low, attempting to hide his face from the passengers who are still boarding. So far so good, no one has noticed him.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he slumps down in his seat. “I hate this too,” he whispers. “Someone’s going to spot me and then it’s all over, I’ll be signing autographs and smiling for the camera for 9 hours, Haley.”
I immediately feel terrible, “I’m sorry Justin…you’re right. This is stupid. I don’t know why I have to be such a baby about flying.” Really, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.
He back tracks right away, “No…It’s not stupid. I shouldn’t have said that. So you don’t like to fly, no big deal. This is fine! Really!” he smiles at me, but he’s lying. He’s a nervous wreck, he hates to be noticed on a plane, there’s nowhere for him to go. People seem to know that, and they take advantage of it and don’t leave him alone.
Finally, after the captain has made his little speech and the flight attendant has given her safety demonstration, we’re in the air. I fell Justin relax next to me with the knowledge that everyone is safely confined to their seats, but I become more tense as we climb in altitude.
He covers my hand with his own and whispers, “You’re fine…I’m here.” And he’s right, that does make me feel a little better…a little.
After we’ve reached our 35,000 feet and the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign Justin signals for the flight attendant. She leans in close and with a smile asks, “How can I help you sir?” She knows exactly who he is, but has done a wonderful job of diverting the rest of the passengers away from the special guest in first class. Seating us in the far corner, where for the most part we are hidden away.
He flashes her a flirty smile and I roll my eyes inwardly. I’ve learned that it’s just Justin’s nature…not to say he hasn’t ever gone over the line. He has, but only once. I found out about her and made a huge scene that didn’t end well in our bedroom one night. To tell the truth though, the end result was some of the most amazing sex we’ve ever had. But he’s behaved himself perfectly since, and I’ve gotten over it. He’s a guy…a guy with millions of girls lusting after him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I’d say one indiscretion is pretty damn good. But I’d never tell him that.
I snap back to reality to catch Justin ordering me a drink. “Let’s get her something to drink…” His eyes dart almost imperceptibly to her name tag, “Sandra…she’s a little bit of a nervous flier so…” he trails off and thinks. “How about a glass of champagne? Hmm? Can you do that for me if it’s not too much trouble?” He speaks to her in his quiet, ‘we’re sharing a little secret’ voice. I almost have to laugh, most girls would be angry with him and his constant flirting, me? I actually find it to be sort of a turn on…I love to watch him turn every woman he sees into a flustered, horny mess.
“Absolutely.” She gives him a smile that clearly says ‘if you’d like to fuck me right here in the aisle that’s fine by me’.
“Thanks Sandra.” He smiles at her once more and then settles back.
“Did you see her?” I whisper as she whisks away to prepare my drink.
“What?” He feigns innocence.
“You had her going…I think she moaned a little with that last smile you gave her.”
He laughs at this, “She did not!”
“Yeah, well maybe not, but she wanted to!” I switch to a wispy flight attendant voice and whisper in his ear, “What can I do for you sir? Headphones? Blanket? Peanuts? Or how about I climb over there and suck your big dick?”
“Did she say that?” He pretends to look around, “When she comes back I think I’ll get some peanuts and a blowjob for sure…how about you? Want anything?”
“Whatever…” I slap at his arm with a laugh. “Shut up.”
She returns with my drink and hands it to me, she barely looks at me before turning her attention back to him, “Will there be anything else?” She literally bats her eyes at him….what an idiot.
“You know…I’m thinking maybe some peanuts. Oh and I was just Telling Haley here that I’d love a…” I squeeze his hand to quiet him. He slides his eyes over to mine and smiles, “Never mind Sandra…I think we’re fine.”
“Should I still bring you your peanuts?” she moves her hand slightly and then quickly brings it back to the headrest. She was resisting the urge to reach out and touch him, I know, I’ve seen it a thousand times. There’s just something about him. Women want to touch him, they want to hug him, they want to smell him, they want to fuck him…he doesn’t even have to try.
“No thanks…I’ll skip the peanuts for now. But don’t go too far, if I need anything, you’ll be the first to know.” He gives her a little wink.
A fluttery laugh laced with desire bursts from her, “Anything at all…don’t hesitate.” She plays with the collar of her shirt and looks at him a little longer and then collects herself and strides away.
“Oh you’re good.” I whisper when she is out of earshot.
“I know.” He sighs, pretending to be bored.
I shift around in my seat and take a sip of my champagne. He looks over at me, a slow knowing smile playing on his lips. “Look at you…you’re all hot and bothered.”
I shake my head. “I am not!” Yes I am.
“Yes you are…I know my Haley loves to watch me work. How wet do you think I got her?” He whispers.
“Oh my god, stop it.” But I know he won’t, and I don’t really want him to.
“I wonder how wet I got you?” He twirls his finger in a figure eight against the inside of my thigh.
A little sigh slips past my lips before I can stop it.
This is all the proof he needs, “Oh yeah…somebody wants to fuck me.” He sings softly.
“Justin, stop it! We’ve got nearly nine hours left on this plane. Don’t torture me the whole time. I’ll never forgive you.”
“Yes you would.” He moves away from me and presses the button to signal for assistance. Sandra’s back in a flash…of course she is. “Did you need something, sir?”
“First, stop calling me Sir, Sandra…call me Mr. Bieber.” She nods right away, “What can I do for you Mr. Bieber?”
He laughs and licks his lips, “I was only kidding, call me Justin.”
She smoothes her hair and then let’s her hand fall to tug on her earring coyly, “Justin…” she says his name as though it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever heard.
“Can we get a blanket and another glass?” he points to my half empty champagne flute.
“Of course!” She scurries away and I look over at Justin suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing! I’m cold!” He’s a terrible liar.
She is back in no time, bearing a large fluffy navy blue blanket and my drink. She hands them over and smiles one last time at Justin before leaving.
He covers us both, “I’m not cold.” I tell him.
“Yes you are.” He assures me.
I sip from my glass and allow him to move in closer to me. He slips his hand under my skirt, but I’m not budging.
“Spread your legs Haley.” He moans into my ear, sending chills racing through me.
“No Justin, someone will see.” I look around, but we are tucked away in the nearly empty first class section and there’s no one around.
“Come on Haley…” he bites on my earlobe gently, “be a good girl and do as you’re told. Spread your legs.”
My thighs fall apart on their own as soon as the words pass his lips.
“Yeah…” he drags the word out a little in the most divine way, “There you go.”
He trails his hand up my thigh and pulls my panties down around my knees with one smooth tug.
His fingers hover so close to my clit that I can feel their warmth but he doesn’t touch me yet. Instead he says seductively, his breath falling against the sensitive skin of my neck, “You’re going to be very quiet aren’t you Haley?” I nod desperately. “You aren’t going to make a sound…” I shake my head a little, agreeing to remain silent. “And I’m going to make you cum. Would you like that?” Oh god…the things he says. I nod once more, lifting myself a little closer to his hand, but he pulls away just a little.
“Promise?” He drags the tip of his tongue against my flesh.
Again I only nod, a little burst of frustrated air escapes me.
“Good girl…” I love it when he calls me this.
“Please Justin…” I whisper softly, my eyes now closed.
I feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck. “Again.” He replies.
“Please…” I barely make a sound, the plea catching in my throat.
He can’t help himself when I beg…it drives him crazy with lust, and this time is no different, his fingers descend upon me the minute he hears me.
He works the pads of two fingers in a slow circle around my clit…barely grazing it as I struggle to swallow the moan of pleasure that has risen inside of me.
He increases the pressure, swirling around it a little faster as my breathing grows heavier.
“You’re so wet Haley…I wish I could fuck you. I wish I could pull you into my lap and make you ride my cock, because you wouldn’t believe how hard it is right now.”
I reach over to him and frantically try and pull it from his pants, but he pushes me away. And I know why, he couldn’t be quiet if he tried.
“Just let me touch it…just for a minute. Is it really that hard?” I whisper as he continues to circle my now rock hard clit with his soft fingers.
“So fucking hard it hurts…but no.” He blocks my hand with his own, barring me from finding out for myself.
“Dammit Justin!” I hiss, “Let me hold it…just for a goddamn minute. I won’t do anything but hold it, I promise.”
He dips his fingers into me…teasing me from the inside as I beg desperately to touch his dick in the presence of 100 other passengers.
“You naughty little thing…begging for my cock right here in front of everyone.” He whispers, flicking his tongue against my collar bone.
“No one can see…please. I want to touch it so bad Justin. Let me touch it….” My need to feel his heavy member lying wrapped in my hand is becoming overwhelming.
“Just for a minute,” he gives in, tugging his jeans open under the blanket, never missing a beat as he fucks me with his delicious fingers.
I dart my hand out and quickly take hold of it the moment it’s free. And Jesus, he’s right. It’s swollen beyond belief, hard as steel and throbbing furiously. I can feel it pounding with great strength against my hand and I long to wrap my lips around it…to feel it pound against my tongue.
“Look what you do to me.” He whispers, pushing his fingers deeper inside of me, seeking out my g spot as he sweeps his thumb rhythmically around my clit.
“I want to suck it Justin…” I moan back, “I want it in my mouth. It’s so fucking hard, I want you to fuck my mouth…I want to taste your cum.”
I fist my hand around his shaft and attempt to stroke it. He stops me right away. “Don’t Haley…don’t fucking do it. I’ll stop right now,” He stills his hand, “I swear I will.”
“No…don’t stop.” I reluctantly release his cock and allow it to rest in my palm.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.” I purr quietly as I ride his hand a little faster.
“Can’t. It’s clear in the back,” He curls his fingers, tickling the walls of my cunt. “Everyone will see us.”
He’s right, but I can’t stand this.
He slams into me a little harder, causing me to moan a little too loudly.
“Shhh…” But he bangs me harder, enjoying himself as I fight to stay quiet.
I grip the armrest tightly with my right hand, his massive cock still throbbing in my right, my eyes squeezed tight with the effort of my silence.
“That’s it Haley…come on baby…cum for me. Soak my fingers with all that sweetness so that I can lick it all off.” Good god the way he talks to me…it’s like a drug.
“Do it,” he coaxes, stroking my clit quickly as he fucks me perfectly with just his hand. “Cum for Daddy like a good girl.”
Oh god…
I do as I’m told and let go, cumming with such intensity that my head spins. Trying to keep from crying out I bite down on my lip so hard the taste of blood fills my mouth.
My cunt grips his fingers tightly, contracting rapidly around him as warm juices flow from me, soaking his hand just like he wanted.
“That’s it…” His voice is thick with lust filled approval. “Just like that Haley…just like that.”
He pushes in and out of me at a slower pace as my orgasm fades and then slips from me completely. I watch with rapt attention as he brings his hand to his mouth and slowly licks his fingers clean.
“Mmmm,” he eyes grow sleepy with deep pleasure. “So good.”
His cock throbs harder still in my grasp as he tastes me, and even though he has told me not to, I begin to pump my fist up and down it softly.
“Don’t.” he protests, but he doesn’t stop me this time.
“Come on.” I plead in a desperate whisper.
He doesn’t answer, but leans his head back telling me its okay. But I’m not satisfied with jerking him off at this point, I want to suck his dick, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I look around, insuring no one has switched to a seat closer to us and that Little Miss Horny Stewardess is still out of sight.
Quickly, so as not to give him enough time to stop me, I slip under the blanket. I know that once I take him into my mouth he won’t be able to stop me, nor will he want to.
His body tenses briefly, but he relaxes the second I wrap my lips around his cock. It pounds against my tongue just as I’d hoped it would.
He is so hard, and his skin is stretched so tightly around his erection that I fear it might explode in my mouth for a split second.
A single soft, heavenly groan rolls through him as I begin to slide up and down his dick, pulling off of his head with a little pop with each ascent up. Swirling my tongue around it for a moment just before sliding back down.
He has slipped his hand under the blanket, his hands buried in my hair as he guides me along. His heavy balls are cupped in my hand as my mouth works over him expertly…sucking him off just the way he likes. I tug them gently and feel them tighten in my grasp. He’s going to cum soon. My excitement grows as I anticipate my mouth being filled with his delicious load.
His breathing is heavy and a little louder than it should be, but I don’t care in the least…I am only disappointed that we aren’t alone so he could moan as loud as he wanted and whisper dirty things to me as I devour his cock.
He pumps into my mouth a little deeper, and I allow him to slide down my throat, gagging just a little around his impressive length. Quiet moans are steadily flowing from him now as he fucks my throat harder. He drives past my lips a final time, burying himself past my lips all the way to the base and then holds still. It pumps powerfully into my mouth, strong spurts of cum flying from the tip, onto my tongue and straight down my throat. I sigh around his cock as I contentedly accept it all.
I lick him clean gently, lightly dragging my tongue along his now incredibly sensitive dick, making sure I don’t miss a thing. And then raise my head out from under the blanket, running my hands through my hair to put it back in place.
He leans over and kisses my neck softly. “That was amazing.”
I smile in agreement and sip the last of my champagne. The sweet bubbles mingling with the taste of him that lingers on my tongue.
I place my empty glass on the tray and without me even having to ask, he presses the button, signaling Sandra over to bring me another.