Debra was an extremely successful businesswoman with a Fortune 500 computer company. But being a workaholic, she never had much time for any kind of relationship or recreation. A corporate takeover was the only reason she had taken this trip. Because she was a good-looking blonde, people envisioned her sleeping her way up the company ladder. The reality was she fought hard to keep her reputation intact. She was a bitch.
Jim was flying back to LA for a job interview. His family still lived there, but he had moved away for a job in Detroit that fell apart. He wanted to get a job back home in California and this was his big chance.
After listening to Sade's new CD on the headphones and downing martinis, Debra was feeling pretty mellow. She and Jim started talking and pretty soon she was flirting with him, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse to reveal her large, completely paid for breasts. They were talking about themselves and sex eventually popped up. Jim had “popped up” too, so he adjusted his swelling growth in his trousers many times. Being a little embarrassed, he requested a pillow from the stewardess.
Debra was telling him about some of her more elaborate fantasies and how having sex in public places really turned her on. But, then the drinks or all the rain outside the plane made her need to go to the bathroom. So she got up and leaned over to him say
ing, “Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back,” giving Jim a complete view of her breasts. Her hand accidentally fell into his lap…accidentally. She raised her eyebrow at the length of Jim's hardness.
“No problem,” he said adjusting his crotch again.
She stepped into the bathroom. Her head spun a little as she sat down. Suddenly there was a cracking sound. The plane jolted and the lights started flickering. She stood up, quickly pulling herself together, and opened the door.
As Debra stepped out of the restroom she yelled, “What the hell is—???” and before she could finish the question Jim was in front of her.
Jim forced her back into the bathroom and switched on the occupied sign. Debra looked into Jim's eyes and saw his desperation.
“Don't say a word,” Debra ordered.
With their end in sight they had nothing to lose. Debra violently tugged at his pants, while Jim tried to unbutton her expensive blouse. As the turbulence increased so did their fury. He slammed her back against the wall and ripped open her blouse, scattering the buttons everywhere. He buried his face in her bosom and licked her cleavage hungrily. She unbuttoned his pants and forced the zipper down, unaware he wasn't wearing any underwear. Jim's scream was excruciatingly loud. After the initial pain subsided, he tugged and tore at her underwear shredding them from her body.
He grabbed her hands and shoved them against the wall. With one hand he lifted her backside up. The other held her leg at his hip. No words were said as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. He plunged into her letting out a deep moan. There was also a loud sucking sound. Her ass was pressing against the flush button on the bathroom wall. The turbulence from the plane increased and the vibrations shook the walls.
Debra closed her eyes and wondered when the plane would crash. What's going to happen to my family? How long will it take them to find us? Won't it look kind of funny if they find our bodies in the plane bathroom? My father’s gonna have a cardiac. I hope they bury me in that pretty dark blue pantsuit I just bought. Who the fuck is this guy I'm having sex with? At least he's pretty good at it.
The plane violently shook, bringing Debra back to reality. She could feel her climax building. Pushing her feet against the wall and leaning back, Debra spread her legs wider, almost touching her knees to her shoulders. Licking her finger, she then rubbed her exposed clit. Her pussy was on fire. Jim watched and held her ass up, continuing to ravish her. She saw the veins pulse on his cock as it sank into her pussy. Closing her eyes ecstatically, she felt the ripples in her vaginal walls as they tightened around his swelling cock. She moaned and shrieked loudly, banging her fists on the wall. The end was nearing for both the plane and for her. Debra pulled his hair, bringing his face to hers. Their lips met and she forced her tongue deep into his mouth.
Jim was like a jackhammer, slamming deeper and faster into her, then it happened. They screamed together. The climax was so intense they felt the walls shaking and moving. They came together knowing they were crashing toward the ground.
The stewardess looked down on them as they tumbled out of the bathroom. Jim fell to the floor on his back and Debra toppled out the door on top of him. Dizzy and breathless, Debra looked up. Jim couldn't see anything because Debra's crotch was on his face.
“I'm sorry I opened the door…but with all the screaming and crashing about in there, I was concerned someone might have gotten trapped,” the stewardess said while trying to keep a straight face. “Could you please go to your seat? Please madam, could you tuck that boob in.”
“But, the plane…I thought it was crashing???” Debra asked while straightening out her clothes as best she could.
“No, we were just having some major turbulence over this nasty storm. Uh, sir, could you please put that thing away?”
“Mummmbble, mum, mummble,” Jim fumbled with his trousers as his dick stood out like a flagpole.
“Oh, sorry Jim. I'll get up.” Debra giggled while sliding off of his face.
They both gathered and straightened up their clothes. While walking back to their seats the other passengers applauded.
“So,” she said trying to compose herself, “where was this interview going to be?”
“It's at a company called 'Compute-graphix.’”
“Uh, is your name Jim Johnson?'
“Why yes, it is.”
“Oh, um, I'm Debra Carlson. I'm supposed to interview you tomorrow but this, um, preliminary interview has told me enough. You seem to have met all my requirements and criteria. You're hired.”
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The Dancer
The air in the club was thick with smoke and the ringing sounds of beer bottles and glasses echoed through the dim light. Paul sat at the barstool drinking his sixth beer and waited patiently for his girl. He was a smaller, slim man, powder-gray hair and had a large bulge in his pants that the topless waitress snickered at.