Fuck me.
She’d been lying down next to me all this time. Maybe she did trust me after all. That was probably her first mistake. Two days with this girl, and I’d promised to be good? Smart.
I knew nothing about her, yet from the moment she entered my consciousness, she’d been all I could think about. This might seem hard to believe, but I’d never actually picked up a woman in an airport before. Yes, I’d fucked my share of co-workers, but that was sort of par for the course with being a pilot. The single members of the crew fucked around with each other, plain and simple. Hooking up with flight attendants during LAYovers had seemed exciting in the early days of my career. Over time, though, it had become stale and monotonous. It was all too easy. I liked a challenge, and Kendall was the first woman in a long time who played hard to get. That made me hard.
I was shocked to see her at the airport. I’d been thinking about her the whole flight, secretly hoping she was on it, but never really believing she was. I certainly never thought I’d end up lying in bed with her.
Kendall Sparks.
Who the hell are you?
Why do I need to know so badly?
She was complex; that was for sure. Just when I thought I had her pegged as an uptight rich girl, she announced she rarely wore a bra. The more she spoke, the less I knew what to make of her. All I really knew was that I was incredibly attracted to her and really freaking happy she gave me the chance to see her again.
My eyes trailed down the length of her lithe body. God, how I wanted to nestle my face in the back of her neck and bury my nose in her hair. I needed to get rid of this stiffy before she woke up, though.
Quietly lifting myself off of the bed, I headed to the bathroom to rub one out. The first thing that caught my eyes was her white panties lying on the floor.
Fuck me.
I picked them up and held them in my hand for a few minutes. They were small and delicate just like her. I couldn’t help the urge to smell them. Taking in a long whiff of her scent, I wasn’t prepared for my reaction. Her smell was addicting and only made the need building within me uncontrollably stronger.
I turned on the water and let it fill up. Lying back in the tub, I placed her panties over my face, imagining her pussy there. Don’t judge. I took my cock out and began to stroke myself. If this was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.
I took in another deep breath of her sweet feminine smell as I jerked myself harder.
Was I a sick fuck?
I didn’t care.
Telling myself no one was being harmed in this process, I kept at it, needing to get rid of the sexual frustration that had been building from the moment I first spotted her perky little nipples at the airport.
It only took me a matter of seconds. I came hard all over myself, panting as I collapsed farther back into the tub.
After a few minutes, I still couldn’t move. That was when I heard her voice.
“Carter?”
I shot up and threw her panties across the room. “Coming! I mean…be right there. Just need to take a quick bath.”
After that, I washed up as fast as I could.
Kendall was sitting up on the bed when I reentered the bedroom. I felt a little guilty for what I’d done but still would’ve done it all over again.
I held my towel around my waist to prevent it from falling. “You ready to explore the beach? We’d better get going before the sun goes down.” I couldn’t help noticing the way she was checking me out.
Fuck yeah. There may be hope after all.
“Yeah. I’d love to head down there.”
Kendall slipped into the bathroom to change into her bathing suit. When she came out, she was wearing a casual cotton sundress over her bikini.
I’d changed into my swim trunks and put on a plain white T-shirt.
When we emerged from the room, we had to pass through Maria Rosa’s main living area to get to the front door.
When Pedro leapt toward me, Kendall instinctively ducked. The monkey hopped up onto my shoulder and began to nip at my hair before practically flying away again.
Kendall was caught off guard when Maria suddenly led her by the hand to a table in the corner of the room.
Oh shit.
We’re never getting out of here now.
“What’s going on? What is she saying?” Kendall asked.
Not wanting her to get even more freaked out when we’d first arrived here, I’d chosen not to immediately tell Kendall that Maria was actually a psychic and clairvoyant. The majority of her business came from people who walked in off of the street for readings. I translated what Maria was trying to convey to her.
“Maria’s a psychic. She said she’s sensing some negative energy surrounding you.”
Kendall swallowed. The fear in her eyes was palpable. We both watched as Maria took both of Kendall’s hands in hers. The old woman’s eyes were closed as she concentrated. I continued to decipher what she was saying as best I could.