Mile High Club

Warning: The chapter contains Sexual themes.

~Alexie Ivanov~

The spasms of hot breath suffocated me, rendering this professional attire akin to a caged prison suit tightening around my body. Despite the external temperature hovering at a mere 5 degrees Celsius, my internal self resembled a searing oven, relentlessly steaming with each passing second.

While Nari admirably adhered to her promise, it wasn't her actions but those around her that stoked an unprecedented surge of jealousy within me. Words fail to capture the intensity of this emotion without veering into barbarism. Truth be told, in that moment, I harbored a primal desire to gouge out the eyes of anyone who dared cast a lewd glance her way, to tear out the hearts of those whose pulses quickened at her passing, and to silence with brutality the sweet words of those who dared approach her with sly smiles.

What twisted sensation was this, clawing at my heart and driving me to the brink of madness? It compelled me to envision slamming the head of the security personnel against the wall, to consider pushing the luggage handler off the roof, and to entertain the notion of jamming the pilot's head into the tire of his own plane.

It was nothing but pure jealousy, a sensation I had never experienced before in my life. And it wasn't just the attention my girl received—she had always been the epitome of beauty—it was the effortless way she garnered that attention of those around her.

A primal fear, more primitive than the seething jealousy that consumed me, slithered into my mind like a festering maggot: abandonment. The relentless loop of "what if" scenarios played incessantly, accompanied by self-doubt and self-loathing. The paths not taken, the options now discarded, left me yearning for her even more.

Lost in this haze of absent-minded thoughts, I didn't even notice when Nari calmly clasped my arm as we made our way towards our respective gate, veering off course for a stop at a coffee shop. It wasn't until much later that I realized the reason for this detour—I had failed to detect the presence of someone tailing us since the security gate. Shame flushed my face as I acknowledged my lapse. In the midst of my trivial feelings, I had forgotten my primary purpose in life, the reason I stood beside this girl in the first place. All for what? Some fleeting romantic notions?

As if sensing the turmoil in my mind, Nari's hand clasped mine lovingly, momentarily bringing back the caring girl I had fallen head over heels for. But in an instant, that fleeting moment dissolved, and the charade resumed as she pressed her bosom against me, deftly manipulating me once more.

Amidst my swirling thoughts, we managed to board our flight safely. Following that moment of carelessness, I ensured to keep my emotions in check and maintained a vigilant eye, scanning for any potential danger, especially from those harboring impure intentions towards my girl. In doing so, not only did I remain alert to my surroundings, but also regained that air of unapproachable dignity that silently warned, "Don't dare approach me or mine if you value your life."

Once seated, I bid farewell to Nari and took a brief stroll towards the restroom, purposefully selecting a seat closer to the front of the plane. It wasn't just for convenience during boarding and departure, but also to afford myself a better vantage point of the entire cabin.

As I passed by, I exchanged smiles and nods with the passing air hostesses, noting the subtle shifts in attention that occur when their allure wanes. It appeared that I wasn't the only one marking my territory; my girl had also begun to assert her claim over me. In that moment, I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself. "In all reality," I mused, "it wasn't such a bad thing."

Once my survey of the cabin was complete, I entered the washroom, taking a moment to adjust my glasses and straighten my tie. Killing time was necessary, to ensure that my actions wouldn't be misconstrued. It was all part of the facade we were putting on. Splashing some water on my face helped to calm the earlier agitation.

Unlocking the door, I slid the hinges open, only for my eyes to widen in surprise as I found Nari standing right in front of me.

Confused, I furrowed my brows, about to inquire whether she needed to use the restroom as well, when suddenly, Nari pushed past me, urging me to retreat into the cramped space.

"What are you doing, Na- Rashimi?" I whispered urgently.

She locked the door firmly and silenced me with a finger to her lips, producing a "shhh" sound.

I gestured with my facial expressions and hands, silently asking, "What is this about?" My mind raced, considering the possibility of a mid-air attack that I had missed during my survey of the cabin. I loosened the tie I had just tightened, my thoughts already formulating a plan for how to handle the situation. While I had prepared for such a scenario as a last resort, being attacked at this moment was truly a worst-case scenario.

My thoughts scattered as I felt her fingers trailing on my lower belly. My eyes widened, refocusing on the girl in front of me. Instantly, an "oh" left my lips as I grasped the current situation. Yet, for some reason, my thoughts couldn't translate into action quickly enough. I fell into a motionless trance, waiting for her to do as she wished.

I gulped nervously as her fingers played coyly around my lower belly, causing my core to tighten. Summoning the courage, I finally looked her in the eye. It was a big mistake. Her eyes fluttered flirtatiously, her lips twisted seductively, and her breathing wrapped around me like a spell, instantly sending a surge of blood rushing through my veins. I was hard as a rock.

The instinctual reaction of a man in such a situation is to run, but where could I go? I glanced around the cramped space. Going back was not an option, and moving forward without hurting the girl, who was now bending and almost on her knees, was also out of the question.

She sensed my hesitation and her demeanor shifted, becoming dominant. She stood to her full height, pushing me further into the depths of the cabin and forcing me to sit on the closed toilet seat. I breathed again, the blood pumping through my body pulsing my cock.I wanted to do many things, foremost among them to extricate myself from this situation. But perhaps it was the earlier train of thoughts, or my pent-up frustrations, or the prolonged abstinence from touching myself—whatever the reason, I found myself all too willing to surrender to my fate.

I sighed, still holding onto the belief that the girl would soon grow flustered and abandon her adventurous pursuit. But I was mistaken. Slowly, she popped open the button holding my dignity intact, allowing my eager hardness to slip easily out of that zipper, springing up in anticipation, urging her to provide relief. A soft moan escaped my lips, which I quickly muffled, realizing the danger if the sounds of our activities were to slip outside.

An excited exclamation escaped her lips, her flushed delight evident at the sight before her. Slowly, her fingers ventured downward, taking their time, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were still cramped inside a plane washroom, soaring 40,000 feet above the ground. At any moment, a fellow passenger or the air hostess might deem it necessary to check on us. But consumed by lust, humans often overlook the dangers surrounding them, and I was no exception. My arousal was so intense that the demons within me urged to shove my cock down her throat.

"Please," I whimpered in desperation, my voice barely audible over the hum of the airplane's engines.

A smirk of triumph danced upon her lips as she approached my hardness, her grasp firm and unyielding, eliciting a light moan from my lips. Once again, she gestured for silence with her free hand, and grabbing a nearby towel, I muffled my voice by shoving the fabric deep inside my mouth. The rise in pleasure was undeniable as she began to slowly pump up and down my length. However, her inexperienced fingers proved erratic, alternating between too loose and too tight, too slow and too fast. On the edge of my own desperation, I found myself growing annoyed by her inconsistent movements.

It dawned on me that it was time to fulfill my duty as her professor and provide her with her first lesson. Taking charge, I clasped her hand with mine, guiding her to properly perform her task. A quick demonstration was all it took, as she proved to be a fast learner, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine with her motions and rhythms of pumping.

As I neared my climax, she added her own twist, playing with my sensitive tip, and I moaned a gruff release of ecstasy.

Taking a deep breath, I removed the cloth from my lips and tossed the soaked fabric aside. Slowly, my mind began to clear from the haze of ecstasy, as I realized the urgency of extricating myself from this situation unscathed. The last thing I wanted was an arrest or, at the very least, public humiliation—neither of which were desirable outcomes.

But first, I needed to address the mess in my boxers. Nari had never removed my clothing, and I had nothing to change into. I could tell from the wetness that it had been months since I last pleasured out such a load.

Nari rose, a triumphant gleam in her eyes as she retrieved something from her purse—a change of boxers. I was amazed, realizing that this wasn't an impromptu plan but rather a well-laid-out setup. With swift efficiency, she unlocked the restroom door and slipped out casually, ensuring that no one could see inside. Her voice beckoned the air hostess to accompany her, and I knew this was my chance to exit guilt-free.

Hurriedly, I changed into the fresh boxers and readjusted my clothes, feeling the dark flush of shame creeping onto my skin as I looked at myself in the washroom mirror. Glancing out to ensure the coast was clear, I grabbed a water bottle from the service tray for good measure.

As I emerged from the restroom, I saw Nari nonchalantly seated as if innocent of all her crimes. A thought struck me: how could she plan such a risky adventure? What else did she have in store for me on this trip? A mixture of fear and excitement welled up within me, and I gulped, unsure of what lay ahead.

Luckily, the departure from Denver Airport was less chaotic than this morning's, and we had hired a private car to drive straight to Buena Vista, just 16 miles away from where St. Elmo awaited. But first, I had some window shopping to do at a grocery store to ensure we were well-stocked with all the essentials.

The operation, which I had explained to Nari many times before, went off splendidly. The grocery store, conveniently located next to the car rental, had everything prepared as I passed a code for payment via the back channels. As I made my way to the car rental, I saw Nari already eyeing the G-wagon.

"Alberto!" I called out to the owner, a cheerful, plushy man in his mid-thirties, who owed me some favors. He hurried over and shook hands. "Have you prepared everything I asked for?"

"Yes, yes," he replied. "The young miss just finished going through it. Gotta say, she's quite a diamon-" His happy smile faltered as he glanced back at me mid-sentence, leaving him gaping as I strode toward Nari.

"So?" I prompted.

"It looks good, has everything we might need. But I want you to reassess," she said, her expression conveying confidence tempered with caution.

As I reviewed her evaluation, I found it mostly accurate, except she hadn't thoroughly checked the GPS tracker. Once Alberto fixed it, we hit the road.

"Did you bring everything from the grocery store?" Nari asked as she prepared to strap herself in. I handed her a warm coat I'd grabbed.

"It will be much cooler there. Change," I said, my tone conveying the gravity of our mission. With her playful nature momentarily subdued, she complied without mischief.

"Yes," I confirmed. "The food, water, ammo, clothing, and survival kit. If necessary, we could camp out with this for months."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she whispered, a frosty edge to her words.

"Yes, let's hope," I repeated, narrowing my eyes at the snow-covered road ahead.