Chapter 4 The Moment of Truth
Adrian
The wheels screech as the plane touches down, jolting me back into reality. I’ve been zoning out, imagining what Selene might look like in person—and more importantly, what she’ll be wearing. The flight wasn’t bad. The scenery? Even better. My stewardess was worth the price of the ticket alone.
As the cabin starts the usual chaos—seatbelts unclicking, people awkwardly yanking bags from overhead bins like it’s a CrossFit competition—I wait patiently . I don’t do the mad cattle rush. I move when I’m ready. I’m not about to get elbowed in the kidney by an over zealous tourist trying to beat the clock.
The sexy stewardess is by the exit, giving each departing soul the same dead-eyed “Thanks for flying with us, blah blah blah.” Her tone doesn’t change, but her body language? That’s got my attention. Her smile warms as I approach. Her eyes flick down to my crotch with a little too much enthusiasm. She might as well have licked her lips.
I reach out and gently take her hand. “For you,” I say, slipping her a folded piece of paper. She raises an eyebrow.
“We can’t accept tips,” she says with a fake modesty that makes me grin.
I lean in just enough. “I’m not giving you the tip. I’m offering you the whole thing.” My voice is calm. My eyes stay locked on hers. I ended up giving her my number because I can't for the life of me remember where the heck her number ended up ... probably under my seat somewhere.
There’s a short silence.
“What’s the holdup?” someone barks impatiently behind me.
I don’t turn. I just raise my voice. “I’m thanking this beautiful lady for the excellent services she provides for us all. Try giving your balls a hug and relax.”
I flash a smile at her, and her lips twitch like she’s trying not to laugh. She slides the paper into her pocket, but I know she’ll read it. I exit the plane without looking back.
The note reads:
9706576025
I travel to Colorado often.
Now, mission two: find Selene.
The airport is its usual crazy circus. Screaming kids, clueless adults, and backpacks doubling as blunt force trauma weapons. I dodge a stroller coming at me like a missile and mumble under my breath, “Fuck I hate airports.”
I pull out my phone and glance at the description Jonathan sent. “You’ll know her when you see her,” he said.
And I most certainly do!.
“Oh, hell yes,” I murmur, spotting her. That has to be her. Tall and stunning . Her dark bronze skin glowing. Radiating with confidence. Curves that could start a religion and have millions of eager followers instantly. She’s holding a placard with my name on it, looking supremely unimpressed with everyone milling around her. She’s not just standing—she’s making a goddamn statement without even trying to make an effort . Long legs. Sculpted body. Hair pulled back with a touch of messy that screams ‘accidental perfection.’ She looks like sin in heels.
I slow my walk down to take her in. I’m not in a rush anymore. I want to savor this moment while I check her out. She hasn’t noticed me yet—she's too busy ignoring the parade of men gawking at her like she’s steak at a vegan convention. And they can't figure out how to approach her and hit on her. She seems totally oblivious to how everyone stares at her.
And then she does notice me and I watch her discreetly as she takes me in. I watch as she bites her bottom lip as she runs her eyes over my body.
One delicate eyebrow rises as we lock eyes and she smirks at me knowingly . And then she winks. She does not blush or pretend that she wasn't checking me out.... no this vixen lets me know she was checking me out and is appreciative of what she sees.
Holy hell ... she is a fucking 20 on a scale of 1 to 10.
My dick twitches back to life in an instant , geez I’m over here behaving like a hormonal teenager that can’t control their weiner .
Yup. I’m officially in trouble, if she is illiciting this kind of response from all the way over there, Ill cum in my pants if she so much as touches me.
I prowl towards her, every step controlled, calculated, and laced with confidence. Time to meet my weekend babysitter. And hopefully the Goddess who will warm my bed this weekend and let me sample and worship her beautiful body. My brain is almost short circuiting at the site of her perfect plump lips ... and those boobs oh my days would she let me fuck them ?? My mind coming up with an image of my cock between her luscious boobs as I slowly fuck her. HOT DAMN
