The Stewardess's Diary--Parts 6-10 by S.M. Pratt

Author:S.M. Pratt
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988639086
Publisher: Creative Communication Solutions Ltd.

4:30 A.M.

At the end of the night, still a bit bewildered by what the special invitation had led to, but mostly pleased, I got changed back in my evening gown then slipped my participation prize in my purse: a hundred thousand yen. Not bad!

There hadn’t been an award or closing ceremony at all.

I had no idea how points had been calculated or who had won the games. Then again, perhaps it was all a big scam, and nobody had gotten the grand prize, but at least I hadn’t lost anything (assuming the video was to remain private).

Otherwise...

Heck, even if it goes public. Who cares? It was all good fun.

But as I was leaving the building, still lost in my thoughts, I spotted the handsome blond man about to get in one of the cabs that had been called for us.

“Hey, wait!” I called out as I hurried my pace toward him.

He turned to me, a confused frown on his face.

“Do you speak English?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Français? ¿Español?”

He shook his head again.

Is he going to be worth the trouble?

I pointed to him, then me, and then the cab.

He raised his shoulders, then nodded.

Does he think I just want to share a ride?

I stepped forward into his personal space and placed a hand on one of his hips, then looked him in the eyes, my mouth partly open.

Before I could overthink my actions, he’d planted his soft lips onto mine and wrapped his arms around my back. His ardent fervor added to my already kindled desires; I wanted to do him right there and then, but I resisted the urge and pulled back long enough to tilt my head toward the cab.

He nodded, took off his jacket, and we both slid onto the backseat.

I leaned forward to tell the cab driver my hotel address in English. The moment I was done speaking, Blondie pulled me back into his arms, and we resumed where we’d left off a few seconds earlier. Well, almost. He’d also taken hold of one of my breasts and his other hand had already worked its way to my knees, up my long flowing dress.

For a split second, I worried about offending the cab driver or creating some kind of cultural discomfort, but it had been too long of a night to waste my energy on that thought.

He can just look elsewhere, like toward the road ahead.

While my tongue mingled with Blondie’s, my hands reached behind him. I untucked his shirt and let my hands slide up against his soft, warm back. I hadn’t made out in a cab in so long, I’d forgotten how uncomfortable it was. But no matter the awkward positioning, after games that had involved too many faceless encounters, the warmth of his skin on my hands was invigorating. I couldn’t wait to get the full-body experience.

And he seemed to share my eagerness.

His hand had already climbed to my thighs, which had raised the fabric of my dress as well. I parted my legs, rolling out a red-carpet invitation for his touch.

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