IN WHICH WE BOTH COME TO A CONCLUSION.
And so, though I’d been playing possum to perfection, my Oscar performance was not to be. As I’d felt myself about to come, I’d grabbed the blanket to cover my face, so when I orgasmed wildly, my gasps were muffled.
As Stavros withdrew his hand from under the blanket, we looked at each other and smiled. Then he ostentatiously brought his hand up to his lips, and, staring intently at me, let his middle finger disappear into his mouth, all the way down to a big gold ring he was wearing. He withdrew it slowly, sucking it. My jaw dropped.
“Delicious!” he whispered.
I giggled. This guy was down and dirty. I do believe I’d be down to get soiled again with this animal.
We both got up and went to the restroom. He took far longer in there than I did. Naturally, now he’d need to “relieve himself” in more ways than one.
When I returned, I sat in my original aisle seat, and so did he.
We didn’t “interact” again. When the plane landed, we ignored each other until we were standing up, ready to leave. Only then did he speak to me.
“Lunch,” he said, offering me a thick, embossed business card. “Thursday. 1:00. Daniel — I have a table there.”
Daniel, the most elegant restaurant in New York. Hot. I smiled but didn’t respond. I was too tired and after being away for so long, just wanted to be home in my own bed. I’d figure this guy out later.
As I took the card, I noticed that big gold ring again on his middle finger, the one that had provided me with my in-flight entertainment. Obviously, he intended to use another, larger appendage on me, and soon.
At the baggage claim I stood in a daze, waiting for my bag. Stavros stood nearby but wasn’t talking, either.
The carousel started moving and bags rolled out on it. An elegant, middle aged woman stepped in front of me to pull hers off.
“Excuse me,” she said as she struggled with the heavy bag. She grabbed the strap and started walking away. Then she suddenly stopped and turned to address me.
“By the way, was it as good for you as it was for me?”