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“You know how we feel about what you have done for the company, and we are excited to have you join our staff. You have impressed many people, very important people. The position we have for you is financial analyst. You have expressed an interest in travel, and I think you will be pleased with the location we have for you. It is a plum assignment and for a new hire to get it is quite an accomplishment. You will be working at the corporate offices in Santo Domingo.” He saw the smile on her face beam brighter when she heard it.
Aria couldn’t say a word. The Dominican Republic. The Caribbean. Corporate headquarters. It was too good to be true.
“I presume your silence is a yes?” Dave almost laughed at her inability to get a word out.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She finally got words to come out of her mouth. She still couldn’t say anything else. It was more than she had ever expected. The president of the corporation as well as all the other corporate officers were located there. She would be with all of them. She couldn’t believe her luck.
“You will have a chance to show us your talents; all of the most important people in the company will be able to see you. It will be a demanding position, but I know you are up to the task. You will learn from the brightest minds we have at the company. They will have a lot to teach you. You just have to open up your mind to them. My assistant will have all the necessary paperwork for you to complete and has your travel plans. A week from Monday they will be expecting you at work. An apartment for you close to the headquarters has already been arranged. Many of the other employees live in or near the same complex, but I think you will find that you will enjoy the native culture. It has many new things for you to discover.” Dave was almost jealous of her, but he had a family to take care of. Aria was young and single.
* * *
The next week was a buzz of activity, Aria finding little time to see any of her friends until the last night. She drank too much, but it would be the last time she saw any of them. Her belonging were sent ahead, though there was little that she took. She boarded the flight from San Diego to Mexico City, staying on the plane as it continued to Santo Domingo. The plane was filled with a mix of tourists and people going home, the chatter of English and Spanish mingling in the plane. The plane finally landed, the hot heat hitting the inside of the airplane as soon as the doors were opened.
Aria got up to get her carryon bag, the plane emptying out slowly. She was in no hurry, seated at the back of the plane. She stretched her five-foot-six frame up to reach the bin, standing on her toes to pull it out. She struggled with the bag wedged tightly in the full bin.
Marcial saw her as she stood up. She was a lovely American girl; dark hair, blue eyes, small nose, silky complexion and a beautiful mouth with full lips. He noticed things like that no matter how far away he was. His gaze went down her slim neck, pausing to gaze at a lovely set of full, firm breasts encased in a snug, short-sleeve pullover that molded over them like a second skin. She had full hips, enjoying that she wore a skirt, a short skirt that showed her long legs. She turned her back to him, his erection rising up when he saw her ass. He moved quickly behind her, leaning over her body as he reached up. “Let me help you. They put the bins too high for most people.” He pressed his body against hers as he grabbed the bag she was trying to reach.
“Thank you,” she said hoarsely. She looked over her shoulder, the man behind her handsome, though older. She didn’t mind older. In fact, she preferred it. They knew how to take care of women better and attend to their every need. He moved in close, their bodies touching, almost as if he was lying on top of her even though they were standing. He pressed his body harder against hers, especially her ass. There was no mistaking the feel of a big, hard cock pushing into her. It surprised her that she wasn’t offended. In fact, she felt something very different. She knew it was her body that was making him that way, a perverse thrill running through her body that she could do such a thing so easily. After all, they were in an airplane that was crowded with passengers clamoring to get off and she aroused his erection.
He pulled on the bag, but it barely moved, pressing harder against her, pinning her. “It’s hard,” he commented.
She did something that was unthinkable only yesterday. It was as though she was free of everything, leaving it all behind for a foreign country. She pressed her ass back and rotated her hips, rubbing against the erect cock.
“It certainly is,” she commented. She had to fight back the urge to reach back and touch it. She felt the cock jump against her ass. She should be scared, but she wasn’t. She could feel dampness in her panties. She was growing wet. She hoped that he couldn’t get the bag out. She would have loved to stay like this for hours and masturbate her ass on his cock.
The young girl seemed to be very willing. There was no mistaking that she had pushed back on his cock and rubbed the firm cheeks of her buttocks against his cock. He made his cock flex against her, rewarded when she clenched her cheeks, almost trapping his cock between them. He had the worst luck, the bag pulling out. He had to step back as he lowered it. “Here you go.” He handed her the bag, noticing the smile on her face.
“Thank you very much. Aria,” she added her name.
“Marcial. The plane is moving very slow, let me hold it until we de-board.”
“Thank you very much. You’re a gentleman.”
“Not so much a gentleman, as a man that loves the attention of a lovely, young woman.”
“You flatter me, Marcial.” She moved out into the aisle, the two of them at the back of the line now. She couldn’t even see the door. She felt him move behind her. Even though there was no one behind them, he pushed up close to her until she felt his erection on her ass cheeks once again. She was sure that it was bigger now. She felt him flex his cock again. The line was barely moving; it would take at least ten minutes before they could get off the plane. She did the unthinkable again, pushing her ass back onto his cock. He didn’t move, Aria slowly rotating her hips until she could feel her ass cheeks rubbing back and forth across his cock. She felt his free hand on her hip, guiding her movements. She almost wished his other hand wasn’t holding her bag, imagining where he would put them.
“That feels good, Aria. You know how to please a man with your body,” he complimented her as she aroused his cock to greater thickness. His hand slid around in front of her until he found her soft, silky hand. She jumped when he touched it, but then she relaxed.
It shocked her for a second, feeling a large, masculine hand firmly grip hers. She shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to, and she didn’t. He was strong and demanding, just the sort of man that excited her. She let her arm go loose as Marcial pulled it back behind her. She felt him pull back away from her ass, but then she felt his hand slide over hers and the next thing she felt was her fingers forced around a throbbing erection. Her fingers curled around the thick shaft, struggling to contain the twitching excitement.
“You have five minute to make me cum with your hand, Aria. Put your hand in my pants. I want to feel your hand on my naked cock.”
No one had ever told her such a thing or demanded such a thing from her. Not even a lover. She was standing in an airplane, and she was expected to masturbate him and make him cum with her hand. All in five minutes! Her fingers searched out the zipper, slowly sliding it down, hearing the soft hiss as she pulled it down. Her fingers searched inside his pants, finding his erection pushing out his shorts, Aria quickly finding the hole in his shorts. She could barely contain the hot flesh of his cock in her hand as she pulled it down, his erection dancing between her fingers. She pulled it out until she could rub it against her skirt. She felt it jerk and shudder as she slid the head of his cock over the material of her skirt, sure that she was leaving a trail of wet cum on her skirt. She kept her back to him as her hand went to work on him, slowly sliding up and down the shaft. When she reached to the thick head, her thumb rubbed over the ridge, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath it. She wished she could use two hands on him, but she preferred to keep her back to him and masturbate him as though it wasn’t really happening.
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