Chapter 103: Attack of the Steward-ass

We got all sorts of good news the next day: Ang was going to be a mommy, and Richie didn’t have to go to court. We honestly weren’t sure which was the better news, but we were all smiles as we left for the airport.

I can’t believe we’re going to LA! I’ve always wanted to go. And now that Richie doesn’t have to go to court, it’ll just be a wonderful, relaxing mini vacation. I’m still so, not confused exactly, but not really okay with what happened with Jon last night. Of course I know it doesn’t mean anything, and I know he and David know that too, but it was disconcerting to have him kissing the hell out of me (and me returning the favor) and getting all wound up. I mean, I shouldn’t be getting worked up by other men, you know? But DAMN it was Jon fucking Bon Jovi, and I couldn’t help it.

David didn’t seem to mind, which is really what bothered me. I know that if I saw him kissing one of my friends like that, not once, but TWICE, I’d’ve been a bit annoyed at him, even knowing it was all in good fun. I also know that David benefited from my little escapade. I think I had him up half the night screwing like mad.

So, here I am now, at the airport, in a brand-new maternity dress waiting for boarding. David’s being really sweet, tucking me up under his arm, and whispering in my ear and trying to joke me out of my fear, since I’m still flying sedative-free.

Finally, the flight is being called. David and I queued up to get on board. We handed our boarding passes to the smiling attendant, and made our way down the jet way. Each step closer to the plane got harder to make. David sensed my unease and put an arm around my waist to ostensibly lend support, but I knew what he was doing. He was keeping me from bolting, and gently pushing me forward.

We were shown to our seats by a twig named Sandi (and I could almost picture the little heart over the ‘i’) who smiled a barely tolerant smile at me. David, she was all teeth for. She looked at me as I settled into my seat and asked, “Ma’am, if you think you would be more comfortable, I can get you a seatbelt extension.”

I just stared at her. “Excuse me?” I said to her.

David murmured “Hath…” in my ear.

Sandi-with-the-heart-over-the-i repeated herself, and I swear, I could see her struggling against the eye roll. “I simply offered you a seatbelt extension if you think you’d be more comfortable.”

I mustered up all the steel I could. “I will be just fine, thank you.”

David chose that moment to be wonderful. He nibbled at my neck and asked, “how’s my sexy mama doing? Are the babies behaving?”

“They are, sweet Papa,” I answered, and turned my head to capture his mouth in a kiss.

Sandi had the good grace to look sheepish, and shrugged and continued up the aisle, probably to accost more people.

I just sat there, flabbergasted. I knew I wasn’t a waif, never was, but I didn’t think I looked that bad! David was trying to calm me down, but I was upset. “Don’t listen to her, sweetheart. She’s just being difficult.”

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “I didn’t think I looked that bad,” I said.

David hugged me close, and skimmed his hands down my sides to my waist. “Baby,” he said, “you are gorgeously pregnant with my children. You do not, and could never in my eyes, look bad.” He kissed me tenderly. “Now, I’m going to go scope out the lav. I think there’s a new club we should join.”

My eyes went wide. “No! I couldn’t!”

David let a hand trail up my leg and gently skimmed the juncture of my thighs. “Baby, I believe you can,” he said. With another quick kiss, he got up and strode toward the front of the plane.

Was I really considering this? Yep, I was. First, though, I needed to hop onto the board to bitch about the stewardess, or steward-ass, as I was calling her. I asked the girls to be honest, and confirm that I do look pregnant, not just like I've been eating enough to keep a small country happy. They love me, so they did. I love them for lying to me.

I noticed I had a PM from Stephanie. I had told her about the second interlude with Jon, and she asked me for details. Gah, I was never going to forget about that little episode. Since I’m a good friend, discomfort notwithstanding, I told her all about it.

I'm on the plane typing wicked fast b/c David went to the head. Scoping it out for later LOL, so I gotta get this out.... I will share ALL the details I can get out in the next few minutes....

I wasn't kidding when I said the experience was a Jonny-girl's dream. His chest was very hard (as were other bits as well, hence Sam's "fluffing" commentary. I KNOW it was just b/c of the circumstances and not b/c of me, but frankly I don't care. Running through my head is, "I gave Jon Bon Jovi a hard-on". Second grader, my rosy red ass...Not when it's awake....)

ANYWAY yeah, the fur is ver-r-r-r-ry soft, and when I pushed my hands up his chest, his pecs twitched. Good lord, even if I hadn't had the LJs on board playing havoc w/my sex-me button, I'd've flamed at that. As for the mop on his head? Very nice. Thick on the sides, with just enough to grab onto.

And when HE had ME pressed against the wall the first time? It was all I could do to not wrap myself around him and whimper with delight. I am so BAD! Sam was a good sport, though.

The funny part was David kept walking through the hallway (yeah, we didn't make it past the wall opposite the front door) basically saying "are ya done yet?”

David was on his way back from the lav, so I signed off from my PMs. He didn’t need to read about that. He saw I was on the board, and told the girls that he tried to tell me that I looked pregnant and not fat. I slugged him for taking my laptop, but it was time to put it away anyway.

“So,” he said, “it’s a bit cramped in there, but I think we can do it.” He had his head angled toward me, and was whispering conspiratorially in my ear.

“David, I can’t do that! It’s not me,” I said, though in the back of my mind, I was thrilled at the idea, especially if we could do it without getting caught out.

“Sure you can,” David said, tracing my ear with his tongue. “You’re Triple-G, you can do anything.” He pulled back to lock eyes with me, and I could tell that he was unbelievably turned on. A quick flick of my eyes to his lap confirmed it.

“Alright,” I said on a whisper.

David smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh, baby, this is going to be fantastic!”

“Of course it is, because it’s sex with me,” I said haughtily, making him laugh.

Once the seatbelt sign was turned off, and the drinks cart came through, David made his move. He ambled up to the lav and locked himself in. He was in there for a few minutes, and I noticed nobody else really paying attention. He cracked the door open a little then closed it again, which was our signal, and I made my way up the aisle. I tapped on the door and murmured his name, and I opened the door and stepped inside, carefully closing and locking it behind me.

David took me in his arms and kissed me soundly. “Damn, Hath, I can’t believe you’re going along with this,” he breathed, as he pressed his arousal into me.

“Me neither,” I said, kissing him back, and grinding against him. I fumbled with his belt and the button and zipper on his jeans, and David was pulling my dress up and my panties down. I shoved his pants down and took him in hand. “Uh, now what?” I asked. It was a really small room. Smaller than any shower we’d been in before.

Giggling we maneuvered around so I had one foot up on the commode and was pressed up against the wall. “Don’t let me slip,” I said. “I so do not want airplane toilet water on my foot.”

David chuckled and thrust into me. “I don’t think that will be a problem, he whispered. You aren’t going anywhere.” Our mouths fused together as he pumped into me, and the friction along with the excitement of where we were got to me pretty quickly, and soon David was capturing my moans in his mouth.

A discrete knock on the door made me gasp. “Everything alright in there, miss?” It was that stupid steward-ass.

I tried to calm my breathing, but David was still thrusting against me, the excitement of nearly getting caught making him harder. He latched onto my neck and I was able to barely contain myself. “Sorry, I’m coming,” I said.

“I’m not, not yet,” David said softly, but I think the woman heard him because she made some sort of noise and scurried away.

“Jesus, David,” I said, “We are so getting arrested.” I didn’t care though, because he was driving me up and over another peak. My legs buckled, and his arms came hard around my waist to keep me upright. I bit down on his neck to hold back a scream, and David groaned my name deep in his chest before he emptied into me. His hips kept their thrust until his spasms subsided, and I thought I was going to pass out.

“Damn,” he said, resting his forehead against mine.

“No shit,” I said. We cleaned up and righted our clothes as best we could, and I cracked open the door. Nobody was looking, so I hurried down the aisle to my seat, and slumped against the wall, feigning sleep. A few minutes later, I felt David sit down next to me.

He leaned over and whispered, “I think we’re in the clear.” I looked at him and smiled widely. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“D’ya suppose Richie and Lucy would come support us at our day in court if we got busted for lewd public behavior?” I started to giggle, and couldn’t stop.