To be continued

“I really shouldn’t I’m gonna miss my flight, but thank you for the offer.” He turns towards me with a stern look, “you will go clean up because this is no way to get on a plane, and I know it’s uncomfortable. The mens washroom is right there and I promise I'll keep the creeps away.” He winks at me, suddenly aware of how tight my dress is confined to my body by the coffee. I don’t say anything, just nod towards the intimidating man.

“Speak up princess.” The words roll off his tongue so naturally. His accent picking up on key letters and hiding on others. I've never been so speechless.

“Of.. of course, I’m sorry.” I spit out, finally able to muster the courage to speak. He smirks, walking with me to the washroom. I push my way through the door with ease, making my way towards the paper towels. I pull out a few pieces and begin soaking up the coffee from my dress. I wish I had enough time or I would’ve bought some new clothes, this is gonna be a terrible flight. I look in the mirror and notice this man going between stalls looking for people. Once he’s content there’s no one else around, he moves closer to me, inches from my back. He reaches down towards my hands and takes the paper towel from me. He starts to dry me off beginning with my hair, slowly wringing it out and then patting it dry.

As I move from my shoulders to my chest, he moves down my back. I need to clean in between my breasts but i feel so out of place right now, i’m never nervous. He clears his throat behind me, “If you’re uncomfortable, just say so. I can help out as much as you want, but I can also turn around and leave. You need to speak up love.”

“Can you give me a hand unzipping my dress? I need to throw my panties out and dry off my bra. Do you mind if i wear your sweater for a few minutes?” The words come out of my mouth but I don't hear them, i'm continuously lost in thought because of him. I can barely control myself around him. He looks taken aback by my words, but doesn't let it phase him for too long. He takes his sweater off and unzips my dress, he moves his gaze to the other side of the room. I can't help but smile, such a gentleman. I put his sweater on, but it's more like a dress on me, it goes past my knees.

“You can turn around, thank you.” I say as I wring my dress out in the sink, followed by a quick turn underneath the blow drier. I hang my dress up on the back of the door and turn to notice him staring at me. He’s scanning over my body, taking in every inch of my caramel skin, my small but strong physique. He stops for a moment looking at my waist, then follows along my ass and then he looks in the mirror towards my breasts. I can feel my nipples harden as his gaze begins to ignite my core. I feel my pussy begin to pulsate as he continues to move his gaze up, and when he stops i feel every part of me stop with him. He smirks at me, noticing me watching him. I feel my body begin to shut down, and a touch from him sends me overboard. I breathe for the first time in what feels like hours and my heart beats quickly. He’s grazing his large hands over my shoulders, watching my skin collect goosebumps with each inch he brushes over.

“You look better in this than I do, so why don't you keep it kitten?” He says devilishly. I can feel my clit become more and more swollen. It’s like he knows just where to push to make me this way. We’ve barely touched each other and i'm already over the edge, i've never met a man with such experience. He has a nauseating effect on me, but I can't help but lean into it. “I can't just wear this on the plane, wouldn't they give me shit for that?” I whisper, knowing damn well that no one is around but us.

“What are they going to do, make you get naked? As much of an opportunity that would be for everyone, I think it's in their best interest to let it slide.” He grabs my dress and folds it, wrapping it in paper towel. “You should get going Miss, I don't want you to miss your flight.” I know I need to go but i can't pull away from him, something draws me closer and closer to him.