Unspoken Pleasure

“I second that,” Mom agreed, looking at Ellie fixedly the whole time.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I wondered if just by putting the two of them together I had set the spark that would rekindle their intense and adventurous past. “I third it,” I added, “too bad we don’t have any booze to toast this new beginning.”

“Well, that can be rectified rather easily,” Miranda smiled. “Follow me.”

We all followed her down a side hallway leading to a door with no sign of what was behind it where a big security guard stood. Miranda said simply, “They’re with me, Hank.”

“Of course, Ms. Collington, it’s great to see you again,” the formidable guard replied, his stern demeanor of moments ago gone in a flash.

He carded open the door and we entered a well-appointed room that was apparently where the rich and famous waited for their flights. “Welcome to Shangri-La,” Miranda announced, extravagantly waving her hands in the air like a Price is Right model.

Strange but true, her pose had my cock erect in a heartbeat. Calm down, boy, I said to myself, desperate to hold out until we were in the air. As I scanned the room where a few well-dressed men and women stood or sat drinking while waitresses attended them dressed in maid outfits, black pantyhose, frilly white caps and all, I said in disbelief, “I didn’t even know such a place existed.”

“You aren’t, or rather weren’t supposed to,” Miranda winked and flicked me in the nose.

“Ow!” I said reflexively, although it didn’t hurt.

“You are such a wuss! You’re my wuss but still,” she teased, before adding, loud enough for Mom and Ellie to hear, “Thank God for your big dick.”

I quipped, “I thank God every day for that, too.”

“You bad boy,” she purred, before adding seductively, “you know we have almost an hour to kill.”

“For God sakes get a room,” Ellie said, annoyed by our playful banter.

“That’s what I was trying to imply,” Miranda countered.

“Mom’s right here,” I pointed out.

Miranda, blunt as she always is and putting on a show for the still clueless Ellie, asked, “So she is! Alexis is it ok if I devour your son?”

Mom shook her head. “Can’t you wait till we get to the hotel?”

Ellie asked, her tone indicating her own opportunism was already underway, “What are the hotel rooming accommodations, anyway?”

Miranda said, still dripping sex appeal so it was going to be hard, pardon the pun, for me to hold out much longer, “I was hoping you and Alexis might share a room and talk about old times, if you’re ok with that?”

It was Ellie’s turn to spread a devious smile across her pretty face. “Oh, I think we’ll be able to manage to umm… reminisce about the past. I don’t think we’ve shared a room since our college days. Have we, Alexis?”

Mom’s face went beet-red. Clearly she wasn’t a good poker player as she stammered, “I-I-I guess not, now that you mention it.”

“Then it’s settled,” Miranda concluded. “Now who wants drinks?”

A couple minutes later we all had drinks and Miranda, still the center of attention, everyone’s center of attention as even the others in the room were constantly glancing over at the three very attractive women, toasted, “To new beginnings.”

Ellie, her tone broadcasting to the other three of us that her head was spinning with the possibility of making Mom her submissive again, “Here, here! To starting over!”

Mom obviously noticed Ellie’s tone and was nervous about it, but keeping to her earlier commitment to me, confirmed the toast, setting herself up as a helpless gazelle for the hungry cheetah Ellie, “To new beginnings.”

“And a hot girlfriend,” I added, playing the obnoxious guy card.

We all drank to our New Year’s Eve type toast, each of us with a different idea of what new beginnings meant.

A couple of cocktails later, we were all chatting about life, politics and when music had stopped being either good or original. We all agreed it was the end of the eighties, when our flight was announced as boarding. Miranda called for one more round of shots which we quickly downed, and in a bit of an alcoholic fog, headed for our flight.

Once on the plane, I noticed Miranda darting forward to speak with a very cute flight attendant, before either Mom or Ellie could see. I was curious about the brief exchange and would later learn so much more. I was sitting with Mom, who had the window seat in the front row of first class, while Ellie had the other window seat, meaning Miranda and I could still chat across the aisle. The stewardess for first class, the one Miranda had briefly spoken to, was exactly that, a Katy Perry lookalike in traditional sexy stewardess wear and delicious tan pantyhose.

Before the flight even started, Miranda had started the sexual innuendos rolling by asking our flight attendant, whose name tag read Dana, “So I have to ask you something.”

“Yes, ma’am?” the English-accented Katy Perry lookalike asked.

“Have you kissed a girl?” Miranda asked with a smile.

As her face went cherry red I explained, “She’s making a joke because you look like Katy Perry.”

Miranda, always being able to read people, asked a follow up, “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“M-m-ma’am,” she stammered, trying to be professional, “please fasten your seatbelt, we are preparing for takeoff.”

As Dana walked away, Miranda added, “Oh yes… we most certainly are.” Turning to Ellie, Miranda asked, “Think I can get her to eat me before we land?”

Ellie answered, “I doubt it. She was mortified by your question.”

“No, she was mortified I could tell she was a cunt-licker,” a tipsy Miranda observed.

“I don’t think so,” Ellie said.

“Wanna bet?” Miranda challenged, confident she was right.

“Sure,” Ellie agreed, confident there was no way the stewardess would risk her job. “What’s the bet?”

Miranda pondered this for a second as the plane began to inch backwards away from the gate. “If I win, you dress however I tell you all weekend.”

“Agreed; and when I win?” Ellie questioned, confidence oozing out of her.

“Name it,” Miranda replied.

“You will eat my pussy when we get back to the hotel,” Ellie said, attempting to shock, calling Miranda’s bluff.

“You dirty dyke,” Miranda playfully accused the busty redhead, not remotely surprised by the deal, “you’ve wanted me between your legs forever, haven’t you?”

“Maybe,” Ellie said, her turn to use a tone dripping with innuendo. “So are we on?”

“On one condition,” Miranda bargained with a devilish smile.

“What’s that?” a skeptical Ellie asked.

“My baby gets to watch,” Miranda said, turning to wink at me.

“No way,” Ellie said, taken aback.

“Deal or no deal,” Miranda insisted, not backing down, adding, “Alexis says I’m amazing.”

“What?” Ellie sputtered, shocked.

“Oh I’ve been munching on Alexis’ sweet cunt forever, haven’t I?” Miranda revealed, continuing the full onslaught on Ellie.