I'm welcome here. Have you forgiven me?" Her tumbled hair looked like an aura. She still needed some blonde streaks.
I managed a weak smile.
"I know you must be exhausted, but I thought it would give you peace of mind to know what is happening. Rex's plane is already on the runway. He won't escape. Thanks to you, we hired the pilot, and our bodyguard made it on board as the co-pilot. Rex thinks the plane is en route to the Caribbean and then Brazil. When he steps off the plane, he will be in New York instead, and the FBI will be there to arrest him. Rex can never bother you again. You did a great job. This was a win/win for all of us. Just so you know, I did everything to keep you safe. You are still my best friend. Should I send your money to England?"
I held out my hand, but Sharon leaned over and hugged me instead. I wanted to feel something, but I was still too stunned.
"In a few days when you've recovered, you will absorb all that happened. I hope you can be happy then. Looking around at all this, I'm fairly sure you will be more than happy. I'll get the address from Robert so we can send your check, but we won't give your location to anyone. Watch the American newspapers. The arrest will probably make the news."
"Thank you, Sharon. I'm certain you will be very successful in your new career. In fact, you're a hero."
"So are you. It took a lot of courage to do what you did in the midst of all that confusion. I know what it is like to be brave in the face of fear."
She spoke briefly to Robert and then dashed down the stairs. I was asleep before the cabin door closed.
Chapter Ten
––––––––
I 'm not sure if I woke up briefly after the plane took off or if I had a dream. Paris was spread out against the dark sky like jewels on black velvet. I remember the lights up and down the Eiffel Tower and how impressive they were. In my dream Robert was kissing my neck while I slept. I was thankful for the blanket because I left Santorini wearing a sun dress with tiny straps. The Paris night in late summer seemed frosty.
An hour or two later I awoke in a lazy fog and heard that sexy British accent.
"I fancy cutting the straps on your dress and rolling down the top to look at those gorgeous nipples. Are you awake yet? If you aren't, I might do it anyway. I often stay awake at night wanting your breast in my mouth. You can sleep while I suck. Then when you wake up, I can finish your dream. I'm about to explode."
I giggled about how different I felt. This was almost the same conversation I had a few hours ago with another man on another plane.
I heard Robert unbuckle his seat belt and get up. I opened my eyes. "Where are you going?"
"I talked myself into cutting those straps. I'm going to the galley to get some scissors or a knife."
"Wait, you don't need to do that."
"But it sounds like so much fun."
"Robert, turn around. The straps tie behind my neck." I reached under my hair and untied the bow. The dress didn't fall down because there were bands of elastic above and below my breasts. I started pulling the top down slowly. Robert didn't move. Seconds later I could feel the cold breath of the air conditioner on my nipples. They began to react, tightening into circles. As the nipples began to point upward, my breasts swelled. I watched Robert's face light up like the Paris night.
"I thought you were braless, but that seemed too good to be true. My fantasy has become a reality." He hurried back to the couch and grasped me by both breasts. Then he fingered the nipples and bent to lick each one in turn, making them even tighter. When he finished admiring them with eyes and tongue, he pulled a nipple far into his mouth, then stopped for a moment and looked at my face.
"Was that too hard? Did it hurt?"
"If you call that hurt, I want you to hurt me. And keep on hurting me. But should I be naked in here? Will someone come in and see me, see us?"
"No one will come in. But if they do, they better pretend it didn't
I managed a weak smile.
"I know you must be exhausted, but I thought it would give you peace of mind to know what is happening. Rex's plane is already on the runway. He won't escape. Thanks to you, we hired the pilot, and our bodyguard made it on board as the co-pilot. Rex thinks the plane is en route to the Caribbean and then Brazil. When he steps off the plane, he will be in New York instead, and the FBI will be there to arrest him. Rex can never bother you again. You did a great job. This was a win/win for all of us. Just so you know, I did everything to keep you safe. You are still my best friend. Should I send your money to England?"
I held out my hand, but Sharon leaned over and hugged me instead. I wanted to feel something, but I was still too stunned.
"In a few days when you've recovered, you will absorb all that happened. I hope you can be happy then. Looking around at all this, I'm fairly sure you will be more than happy. I'll get the address from Robert so we can send your check, but we won't give your location to anyone. Watch the American newspapers. The arrest will probably make the news."
"Thank you, Sharon. I'm certain you will be very successful in your new career. In fact, you're a hero."
"So are you. It took a lot of courage to do what you did in the midst of all that confusion. I know what it is like to be brave in the face of fear."
She spoke briefly to Robert and then dashed down the stairs. I was asleep before the cabin door closed.
Chapter Ten
––––––––
I 'm not sure if I woke up briefly after the plane took off or if I had a dream. Paris was spread out against the dark sky like jewels on black velvet. I remember the lights up and down the Eiffel Tower and how impressive they were. In my dream Robert was kissing my neck while I slept. I was thankful for the blanket because I left Santorini wearing a sun dress with tiny straps. The Paris night in late summer seemed frosty.
An hour or two later I awoke in a lazy fog and heard that sexy British accent.
"I fancy cutting the straps on your dress and rolling down the top to look at those gorgeous nipples. Are you awake yet? If you aren't, I might do it anyway. I often stay awake at night wanting your breast in my mouth. You can sleep while I suck. Then when you wake up, I can finish your dream. I'm about to explode."
I giggled about how different I felt. This was almost the same conversation I had a few hours ago with another man on another plane.
I heard Robert unbuckle his seat belt and get up. I opened my eyes. "Where are you going?"
"I talked myself into cutting those straps. I'm going to the galley to get some scissors or a knife."
"Wait, you don't need to do that."
"But it sounds like so much fun."
"Robert, turn around. The straps tie behind my neck." I reached under my hair and untied the bow. The dress didn't fall down because there were bands of elastic above and below my breasts. I started pulling the top down slowly. Robert didn't move. Seconds later I could feel the cold breath of the air conditioner on my nipples. They began to react, tightening into circles. As the nipples began to point upward, my breasts swelled. I watched Robert's face light up like the Paris night.
"I thought you were braless, but that seemed too good to be true. My fantasy has become a reality." He hurried back to the couch and grasped me by both breasts. Then he fingered the nipples and bent to lick each one in turn, making them even tighter. When he finished admiring them with eyes and tongue, he pulled a nipple far into his mouth, then stopped for a moment and looked at my face.
"Was that too hard? Did it hurt?"
"If you call that hurt, I want you to hurt me. And keep on hurting me. But should I be naked in here? Will someone come in and see me, see us?"
"No one will come in. But if they do, they better pretend it didn't
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