I thought we were all about to die, but PJ wasn’t scared at all.
The oxygen masks hadn’t fallen from the ceiling yet, but I was convinced I should count down to my inevitable demise as I watched the wings shake violently. I sat helpless in the middle seat with PJ to my left and, to my right, a random stranger who decided to leave their window shade up in order to gawk at the harbinger of our future death. The flight attendants were hunkering down, holding onto railings. If the professionals were struggling to handle things, how could I get through this? Panic painted my face, small sweat droplets and flushed cheeks. Certain death, I was sure. At least I’d go next to PJ.
With my second-to-last breath, I could tell her, for the first and final time, how sexy she had always been. I wished I would’ve commissioned a sculpture of her impossibly round ass. She always strutted around in her business casual jumpsuits, soft silk cupping her bottom as it jiggled past my desk on her many trips to the coffee machine. I was never sure if there was some intent in her routine path. It was less convenient, but it allowed her to sprinkle a cheerful “Hello!” in my direction, never failing to add some brightness to a bleak day. PJ was a delightful mystery, but I was about to lose her to the unforgiving combustion of a commercial aircraft.
My finale exhale would contain a more romantic spew of words, something about how I hoped I’d get to see her in the afterlife, a place where we could bond without hearing the buzz of industrial printers while staring down burdensome deadlines. Her lipstick-covered pout was hypnotic as she orated over warm sheets of paper. I wanted to spend all day discussing her hopes and dreams, but I was always so bogged down in my career, trying to climb the ladder at a major media company. My identity slowly shriveled under fluorescent lights.
In stark contrast, PJ didn’t have to put in that much effort at all. Her shining smile and almond eyes beamed at everyone, always finding common ground in a range of subjects, from the mundane to the significant. PJ was like an encyclopedia, always fetching facts from the air and connecting disparate threads of thought, while the rest of us seemed unable to prove a basic fact or settle an argument within less than six Google searches. I yearned to know her deeper, have more intimate discussions than what she could utter at work.
What facts did she have to tell me as we careened towards the trees? At what point would I pass out from the adrenaline blasting through me?
“Hey, Claire-you good?”
PJ’s voice was concerned, but soothing. It was less a question, more like a suggestion to be calm. I shamefully shook my head, hanging it towards my chest.
“Yeah, I thought so. Are you having a panic attack? I have some…”
She peered across the aisle to our sleeping coworkers, somehow restful through the overwhelming turbulence. With a hushed voice and subtle movements, she reached into the purse laid across her lap, showing me a small, orange prescription bottle.
“I have a lot of anxiety too. Planes aren’t really scary to me, but a lot of other things are. So, when I get too scared to function, I take one of these, and soon, I’m not panicking anymore.”
I considered the offer, but ultimately turned it down. Knowing me, I would probably have some wild allergic reaction and cause a gigantic scare. I could only imagine the paperwork I’d have to sign with it happening on company time. No, it wasn’t worth it. Besides, PJ already had proven she was an amazing distraction from illogical thoughts of impending doom. Her warm, soft hand clasped mine as she joined me on our shared armrest. Pale pink polish decorated her well-manicured nails and danced in the light that bounced off her stacked rings.
I still remained ignorant of her intentions, reading too much into just how hard she was grasping my fingers or why she would be rubbing her thumb in circles on my knuckles. In my fragile state, it was probably best if I avoided making any assumptions about my co-worker potentially making an advance on me. Surely not. I was just a sad puppy crying in the rain; anyone with a heart would’ve extended their love towards something so pathetic. This wasn’t the way I had wanted to socialize with her on this trip. I figured it was less than endearing to break down and need immediate compassion from an acquaintance, placing her in the awkward spot of providing comfort when she’d rather be relaxing to a podcast, waiting for the rough patch to pass before drifting off on the red-eye.
We had a big day coming in the morning: continental breakfast to fuel us through speaker panels until noon. A stroll of the ballroom vendor area would come after that, followed by a quick break for lunch. Then, finally, group networking events, and done! The itinerary was intimidating, but one bit of information filled me with delight. Our company had rented an entire floor and assigned the lodgings. büyükesat escort PJ would be in the single room next to mine, a door connecting us. In the airport, PJ remarked it’d be like an ‘ole fashioned sleepover, asking me if I’d brought a fuzzy robe to don as we danced to pop hits and ordered greasy pizza from the chain place next to the hotel. I remembered nights like those in my youth, but there were never any girls like PJ in attendance. Truthfully, I always had been the one who fell asleep first and missed out on the conversations that faded into the wee hours. She was someone I’d gladly stay awake for, and I hoped I hadn’t ruined my chances of living out her wholesome fantasy together.
My fear lessened when she rested her head against my arm, pecking a small kiss on the curve of my shoulder.
“It’s all good, girl. Just put your seat back a little bit and relax. Deep breaths. We’ll be in California sooner than you know. You’ll be opening your eyes to us landing. It’ll feel so good when we get to our rooms and take a long bath. Did you see the tub in the pictures? Fucking jets. That’s amazing. We’ll get into our pajamas and sleep a few more hours before we show all those industry geeks our stuff.”
Listening to her monologue calmed me, and I was growing more convinced we weren’t going to disintegrate in a tragic fireball. I could think about the fancy bath jets and the complimentary luxury chocolates we’d receive upon checking in. PJ made it easy to fall asleep next to her, handing me an extra inflatable travel pillow to secure around my neck. She was an angel of comfort.
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My cohort and I arrived at the hotel in the wee hours of night. After PJ was so kind to me, I slept for the remaining three hours of the flight, but my heavy craving of solo relaxation still weighed on my mind. PJ stood next to me as we waited for the trip leader to deliver us our door keys. We didn’t exchange words, just peacefully appreciated the presence of each other. Maybe she felt bonded to me in some way already, too. I had to avoid latching onto her, I thought, lest I fall from the graces of “potential lover?” to the hopeless tier of “annoying little sister.” She made it hard, though. It was rare that I would be able to exist in silence with someone without feeling the urge to fill the space with random busy talk, but she continued to quiet the nagging voice in my head. She still managed to smell sweet and fresh despite everything we’d been through, with a lingering hint of the perfume she had sprayed in her hair hours before.
I had noticed that on the plane. When her head lay just inches from my nose, a chorus of amber, fig, and iris rang from the strands. The fragrance was so familiar, and after a few short seconds, I was able to perfectly place it. It was a perfume I wore long before my employment here, back when I still chased my art career. The smell joined me in those chaotic years, following closely behind through every hazy dive bar and painful art department wine social. It worked so much better on her skin, easy and clean with a gorgeous musk that never manifested when I wore it.The brand wasn’t unknown by any means, but I still loved the delightful coincidence. In a way, it made her feel even more like home to me.
PJ gently tapped my shoulder to wake me from my reverie so I could follow the group upstairs. Luckily, it was easy to save face by playing off my absentmindedness as exhaustion. I was certainly wide awake as I trailed behind her, watching her ass bounce with every step. Every few paces, she’d knock her suitcase handle against her hip, making everything jiggle more. The metal pressed into her flesh and made me wish it could be my fingers digging into her instead. I imagined it would feel very squeezable, but still firm from her daily gym attendance.
She had previously shared pictures of her posed in front of a mirror, gleaming with sweat and grinning from endorphins after her workout. Her perky tits looked spectacular in her matching lilac sports bra and tights. They hugged the sculpted planes of her lower body, tightly supporting her pert butt. It was torture to follow behind her and be unable to flirt with her. The tension grew when she reminded me our hotel had a gym, and I agreed to work out with her in the morning. Despite my dragging feet now, I vowed to myself that I would keep that promise.
The elevator ride to our floor felt like hours, but my reward was worth the time. The bed was stacked high with soft pillows and dressed with crisp white linens. A goodie bag sat atop a bed tray, surrounded by sample bags of coffee beans. The accompanying note pointed towards a kettle and french press next to the mini fridge. I cursed myself for dreading this trip so much, having let myself fall prey to worrying about homesickness, whether I would get along with everyone when we socialized, if the hotel would be terribly dirty and disappointing despite what the company had paid. My çankaya escort fears were for nothing, as usual. This was already shaping up to be quite the trip.
I popped one of the chocolates in my mouth and tossed my luggage onto the chairs, leaving it to worry about later. I wanted to witness the highly-anticipated bathtub first, take a quick shower to wash off the travel, then settle into a pool of warm water.
PJ’s words about slumber party apparel rang in my head as I stepped into the bathroom, noticing a luxe white bathrobe hanging from an ornate hook on the wall. A free-standing shower stood in the center of the room, surrounded by crystal-clear glass and gold trim. Next to it was the bathtub, long and deep, with clusters of jets surrounding the inner perimeter. Leaning into the shower, I turned the faucet and felt light droplets on my arm. The water pressure was so soothing, telling me to strip off and hop in fast. In a flash, my clothes were in a pile, and I was dashing into the inviting embrace of the shower. The stream felt like a light summer rainstorm, comforting and life-sustaining. I soaped up my body and lost myself in thoughts of PJ’s voice when she had talked to me about our trip plans. It was so sultry, full of suggestions. She made an invitation to lift weights feel like an invitation to a sex club. Fuck. I was turning myself on. My hand found its way between my legs, and I rubbed my clit slowly, placing my hand on the wall for support. As I shifted positions, I saw the bathtub beside me. I had always wanted to masturbate in a tub, a luxury I had no chance to experience during my years of renting sub-par real estate after college. If there was any place to finally learn how it felt, it was here.
I switched off the shower and started running the tub. As the water reached the top, I heard the faint sound of knocking from inside my room. My heart pounded. The only one who could be behind that door was PJ. Still dripping wet, I wrapped myself tightly in a towel, slid on my sandals, and creeped to the door. I tried not to shake as I lowered the handle and let her in.
“Hey, girl! Where’s your bathrobe?”
PJ stood in front of me, body barely hidden behind a pink sheer robe with soft faux fur on the wrists and collar. I could see practically every small detail of her body, from her hard, perky nipples, to the trimmed state of her pubic hair. She was fully naked under the robe, olive skin glowing and healthy. Even her hair looked fantastic with its long, loose curls. I wanted to reach out and touch her to confirm she wasn’t a manifestation from my poor exhausted brain’s subconscious. Had I passed out in the shower? It felt unreal that, in a half hour, I could go from seeing PJ fully clothed to watching her pose in lingerie. But, I knew she was here. I never heard anyone speak in my dreams.
I chuckled and stuttered through my reply to her, fingers tapping on my hips with nerves.
“Hah. W-well…it’s in the bathroom…I…I just got out of the shower, and I was running a bath.”
I said that to her as if the tub’s tap wasn’t blasting loudly in the background, reaching a critical point of overflow danger. She glanced over my shoulder, then stepped into the room.
“That’s why I wanted to come over! I don’t think my tub is working. The water pressure is really shitty, so I don’t feel like waiting a million hours for it to fill up.”
She began walking towards the bathroom, swaying her hips to an imaginary sultry tune.
“Maybe we can hop in the bath together? We’ll fit, I’m sure.”
My face blazed as I slowly processed what she said. Why was she doing this to me?! I had no idea what her intentions were, still. In college, I shared a house with some girls. To afford the insane rent, we had to double up on rooms. Due to the proximity, we all grew very close, attached to each other like velcro. On multiple occasions, we would share the vintage clawfoot bathtub, feeling nostalgic and quite old-Hollywood. It was always comfortably platonic-unless there was someone keeping secrets-despite the rotating cast of sexy, naked young women. This was so confusing. PJ dripped eroticism, but maybe I was projecting that onto her. Maybe she was just secure with her body, unafraid to flaunt it in front of others. I would have to let her lead the situation, tip the scale in whatever direction she wanted.
PJ bent into the bathtub to turn off the water, giving me a full view of her ass. The robe was mischievously short. It rode up over her round cheeks. I winced, realizing a bit too late that I was biting my lip, hard. She was so fucking hot. What right did she have possessing a curvy, full-in-all-the-right-ways ass? I was jealous. I was mystified. I wanted to shove my face in it. I bet her asshole was just as pretty as the rest of her. Would she like a tiny flick of my tongue around it?
Her robe hit the floor, and I was finally allowed to see her in a fully natural state. She had cebeci escort two cute dimples punctuating her curves, making me melt. I watched as her toned legs hoisted her into the tub and felt a supernatural force dragging me with her. I abandoned my towel and hopped in after her.
The water began to vibrate as PJ flicked on the switch for the jets. She giggled and sank down.
“Here they come!”
I relaxed with her, letting the water rise up to my shoulders and surround me in warmth. She kicked her foot out to me, flexing her toes towards my hand.
“Can you give me a massage, pleeaaase?”
It was at that moment I realized this was more than friendly, and I was more than happy to rub her feet.
“You sure you’re not too ticklish?”
I felt a light kick on the side of my stomach, her polite request turning bratty and needy. I couldn’t resist her. Taking her foot into my hand, I rubbed slowly on the sole at first, kneading my fingers into the curve. Her toenails were pale pink as well. PJ was quite the girly girl, and she was a queen to me.
I paid attention to every angle of her foot, pressing more on the various pressure points. I studied her moans, letting them inform where I should revisit to hear those quiet, shivering whimpers again. Realizing that she had the biggest response to me just lightly tickling her with my fingertips, I targeted my touch towards the top of her foot, just below her toes. She shook as I dragged my hand downwards.
“That feels incredible, Claire. Keep going.”
PJ closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall behind her, smirking with satisfaction and obvious lust. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she attempted to regulate steady breaths. For the first time in our interactions, I felt useful. I was trusted with her pleasure, and I succeeded.
I noticed that PJ shifted her arm and brought it between her legs. This was it. The scales had officially shifted. Her breath hitched as she made contact with her clit, spreading her labia apart so she could have full access to herself. Through the clear water, I could see her fingers furiously moving. Feeling bolder, I taunted her a little.
“Whatcha’ doin’, PJ? I didn’t know that’s what the plan was. You seem really…impatient, right now. Why’s that?”
She smirked and stuck her tongue out at me, rubbing even faster as she held my eye contact. Her lips parted to allow a louder, raspy groan to escape before she responded to my banter between ragged breaths.
“Can’t you just keep rubbing my foot and enjoy the moment? You’re always so serious. I wanted to make this a vacation, let loose a little. We’re not at work right now.”
I stroked her foot and looked at her, fixated on how wonderful her moans sounded. They were higher-pitched than her normal speaking voice, and she was not holding back anymore. As her other hand found its way up her body to tweak her hard nipple roughly, I decided to stick her foot into my mouth. Dragging my tongue between each toe inspired a passionate response from PJ, with her hips bucking up and making the water splash into us. I attempted, and almost succeeded, to put her entire foot in my mouth, teasing my tongue along the same sensitive spots as I had massaged previously. I was worshiping my queen as she worshiped herself.
She deserved all the attention, but I couldn’t stop feeling the pulsing in my own clit as I watched her writhe and twitch in front of me. I could only handle so much. She was clearly nearing a powerful orgasm; all her muscles were tensed, and her lip quivered as if she was about to cry. As her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she sprung up to grab me by the head, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I gasped, but instinctively fell into her action. She took my bottom lip into her mouth, lightly biting and pulling up, then releasing and darting her tongue over it. A bite and a lick.
Her lips were tender and full, feeling soft against mine. I shuddered at the contact, finding the confidence to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Her moans filled my mouth as she rubbed her hand and pussy against my crotch, using me as her toy. The friction made me whimper. I was overstimulated with the sounds of water jets and shared pleasure, nerves overcome. Her fingers dug into my back as the last aftershocks of her orgasm shot through the room. Damn. I was jealous of her. I’d certainly never gotten to cum like that before, even with another person. She had managed to rock her own world, giving me the performance of a lifetime.
As she climbed off of me and returned to her spot, she giggled a little bit, almost in disbelief herself that she had cum that hard. She stared at me from across the tub and smiled, shooting an air kiss in my direction. I started to move my hand closer to my own pussy.
“How was that, PJ?”
I got to see her pretty smile thrown in my direction again.
“You couldn’t tell? I’m glad I didn’t get a charley horse or something. Guess I had a lot of built up energy from the long day…”
Her eyes lit up when she noticed the subtle movement of my arm. Caught. I had lost my stealth to the excitement, but I had been good for long enough, and I needed my release too. I didn’t care if she saw me.