Flying High by Rachel Kramer Bussel Read Free Book Online

She was flirting with me. “Thanks. Thank you.” Then before I could still my tongue, I blurted, “I have to pee.”
    And I did. Nerves had gotten the better of me. The flirting wasn’t helping. Years of fantasizing about this particular woman had set me on edge. Here we sat, side by side, and she had just bitten my earlobe. Her hand was on my thigh. I was thousands of miles in the air and the flight was a bit turbulent. And I had to pee.
    â€œThis is a nice plane,” she said. “They have big bathrooms. Big enough for two.”

    I had finally caught on. I had no doubt that Jannie Blair had just offered to join me in the restroom. I stood and she steadied me when the plane rocked and tilted. Normally, terror would have ripped through me but excitement served as a distraction. I took my time moving down the aisle, working my way from seat to seat.
    â€œMiss, you’ll have to take your seat,” the flight attendant said.
    â€œI’m really not well.” I was only half lying. My stomach had just done a nice loopdy loop and I wondered which emotion would win, fear or arousal.
    â€œMiss, please.” I could hear the frustration in his voice. He frowned at me and bit his bottom lip. His bright red hair stood up in tufts from his having run his hands through it in frustration. I didn’t budge, but stood my ground in the narrow aisle. “Look, if I let you go, will you promise to come right back? Quickly. People are freaking out left and right and truth be told, if you are careful and hold on in the bathroom, you should be fine. Just keep your hand on something. Stay steady.”
    I nodded slowly and the plane did an unexpected dip. My stomach bottomed out and I swallowed a whoop of surprise.
    â€œThey’re afraid people will lose their balance and fall or hit their heads or…” Someone in the front of the plane started to cry and he sighed. “Just hurry, okay?”
    I nodded again and walked the remaining distance to the restroom on numb legs. I heard him speak again and then heard Jannie’s calm smoky voice say, “I’m with her. I have her medicine.” I knew exactly what I would have my hands on to keep me steady.
    I smiled when he chirped, “Yes, Ms. Blair!” There was something to be said for slasher stardom.
    I had time to register that she was right about the bathroom
size. That was all. My eyes took in the chrome room and the extrawide shelf area for your bag or purse. I got all that at a glance and then I heard the door and Jannie was on me, aggressive and quick. I laughed a little even as my heart seized up in my chest. She pinned me face-first to the pebbled silver wall and shoved her slim, cool hands down the front of my skirt. “You are wondering about the shower scene. Or you have,” she said in my ear.
    I nodded. “Yes. I have. But I bet everyone, boy or girl, who’s ever crushed on you has wondered.”
    â€œIt is the number one question.” Her fingers slid under the waistband of my panties and I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. She was so close and I still couldn’t quite believe it was real. That she was about to touch me there.
    â€œI’m sure,” I gasped. Her fingertip parted my outer lips and I watched my unsteady breath fog up the chrome in front of my lips. Jannie rolled a tight circle over my clit and my knees went a little loose.
    â€œIt was real. Don’t tell. It’s a secret. To this day, most people in the industry believe it was staged,” she said coolly, working harder and harder circles as I chugged closer and closer to orgasm. I splayed my fingers on the cool wall and rested my cheek there, too. I couldn’t seem to get enough air but I listened. “Only a select few of us knew. He was really fucking me, she was really sucking me, and the unsteady shot toward the end was because Buzzy the camera guy got off at the same time I