Jet Lag Desire

The Monday morning sun streamed through the tinted windows as I stepped out of the private jet, the familiar scent of leather and diesel filling my nostrils. The driver, a burly man named Frank, was already waiting, a polite smile plastered on his face. “Welcome back, Mr. Hayes,” he said, adjusting the rearview mirror. “Mrs. Hayes is eager to see you.” I nodded, handing him the keys, and settled into the back seat, letting the city blur past as we made our way to our secluded penthouse apartment. The text message from her flashed on my phone: “I’ve landed.” A shiver ran down my spine, the anticipation building with every passing mile. The thought of her, the promise of her touch, had kept me going through twelve hours of cramped confinement.

“Hurry home,” she replied instantly, her words laced with a playful urgency that sent a jolt of heat through me. I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest, and mentally prepared myself. I’d been fantasizing about this moment, about the raw desire that simmered beneath the surface, for over an hour. The image of her, alone in our luxurious apartment, waiting for me, fueled my every movement.

As we pulled up to the building, Frank handed me my briefcase and pointed towards the unlocked front door. “She’s in the bathtub, the AC’s on low. Just like you like it.” My heart hammered against my ribs. The intimacy of that scene, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air, was almost unbearable. I practically sprinted towards the bedroom, adrenaline surging through my veins. The apartment was dark, lit only by the flickering flames of several strategically placed candles, casting long, dancing shadows across the opulent furniture. The faint scent of lavender mingled with the unmistakable aroma of warm water, confirming her presence in the bathroom.

The sound of the jets, a gentle, rhythmic hum, filled the air, a soundtrack to the silent promise of pleasure. As I reached the bedroom door, I could hear her moaning softly, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. I pushed the door open and there she was, bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight, a vision of relaxed ecstasy. A thick layer of white bubbles clung to her skin, clinging to her body like a silken shroud. The water swirled around her, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow.

I took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before moving towards her. As I reached over and gently touched her long, flowing hair, she straightened up, her eyes widening in surprise. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she grabbed my hand, pulling me into the water with an irresistible force. The warmth of the jets enveloped me, melting away any lingering tension.

Our embrace was immediate and passionate, a silent acknowledgment of the desires that bound us together. As we kissed, the water intensified, swirling around us like a living, breathing entity. My hands instinctively reached out, finding purchase on her face, pulling her closer until her lips met mine. Her tongue tasted sweet and familiar, sending a wave of pleasure through my entire being.

Slowly, I eased myself onto her back, my chest meeting her breasts in the warm, buoyant water. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of intimacy and abandon. The scent of her body, a heady mix of lavender and something uniquely her own, filled my senses. After a few minutes of intense kissing, my cock began to rise, a hard, insistent reminder of the pleasure to come. I resisted the urge to move immediately, savoring the anticipation, the exquisite torture of wanting and not having.

Instead, I lowered my head, gently kissing her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her spine as my hands traveled down her body. I moved slowly, deliberately, feeding her gaze with my touch, letting her know exactly what I intended. My fingers slipped beneath her legs, reaching past her smooth, taut ass and up to her lower back. The sensation was electric, a burning pleasure that demanded release. Her legs lifted onto my back, clinging to me with desperate need, as I slowly pulled her hips out of the water, revealing her fully naked form.

The sight of her, exposed and vulnerable, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Her body was flawless, sculpted by hours of rigorous workouts and a deep understanding of her own sensuality. But it was her expression, her eyes wide with anticipation, that truly captivated me. I noticed, with a jolt of arousal, that she had been waxed, leaving only a small, perfect tuft of soft hair around her clitoris. It was a deliberate act of preparation, a silent invitation to pleasure.

I began licking her clitoris with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every inch of her sensitive flesh. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, as she moaned softly, lost in the throes of ecstasy. I could feel her energy, her heat, radiating from her body, a tangible expression of her pleasure. Her tongue tasted sweet and salty, a perfect blend of desire and surrender.

As I continued to explore her, lifting her hips further out of the water, her entire semi-bald pussy came into view. I felt a surge of primal instinct, a need to possess and consume her completely. I pressed my nose between her legs, my tongue finding its way to the tight hole between her cheeks, lost in the sensation of her soft, yielding flesh. Her ass tensed, responding to my touch, as I continued to lick and tease, savoring every moment of her pleasure.

After a few minutes, she grabbed my hair again, pulling my head up to her clit once more. A look of pure, unadulterated pleasure crossed her face as she began to grind herself against my face, her movements both frantic and desperate. She screamed my name, each syllable filled with an intense desire for more. My legs tightened around my ears, trapping me in her embrace, as she thrust herself against me with unrelenting force.

Suddenly, she began to chant, “YES! YES! YES!” interspersed with frantic screams of my name. The sound was intoxicating, a primal call to pleasure that resonated deep within my soul. I could feel her legs tightening around my ears, a constant reminder of her power and control. Her cum splashed onto my face, a salty, warm sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

As she continued to writhe in ecstasy, her legs shuddered violently, releasing a torrent of fluid that soaked my shirt. I felt a primal urge to reach out and take her, to claim her as my own, but I held back, wanting to prolong the experience, to savor every moment of her pleasure. The jets continued to rumble, drowning out the sounds of ecstasy just previously made, while we clung to each other, exhausted but satisfied, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. By the time Frank arrived to collect me, we were both limp with pleasure, a tangled mass of limbs and desires, clinging to each other in a silent testament to our shared passion. The scent of lavender and warm water lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the night we had just shared.

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