Of course, the Creeper was giving me a knowing smile....how did they come here before me?

Did it take that long for me to get my Venti white chocolate mocha, quad shot, ten pumps of sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, no whip made with almond milk? I always ordered it, and by now, the guys at the coffee store knew me by name, face, and order. They were the only ones who missed me when I was out with the flu. Felt nice when they said, ", Hey, where have you been, long time...or I was starting to get worried you moved".

Coming back....why is he still staring, and why is she shooting daggers at me? Not like I'll touch that with a 10-foot stick.....Maybe he had a 10-foot shaft, with the bulge that was so apparent.....FOCUS AMARA and not on his stick but on something else like who do you think is the murderer... I have a little game where I write who the murderer is once I know the main characters. In this case, I think it's the mute Bodyguard.

The flight attendant smiled brightly at me with red lips and a perfect bun and led me to my seat, which was obviously in the same row as the Creeper and Barbie. I made eye contact when I put my carry-on in the overhead bin; she lifted her nose like she smelt something fowl, probably her companion, and he looked at my waist with dark heat as my ribbed tank top rode up a bit when I was putting my stuff away. CREEEPERRRRR! I narrowed my eyes at the two and sat in my seat, planning on ignoring them the rest of the trip, but It wouldn't be that easy. After the first drinks service, I was still nursing my white wine when Barbie abruptly stood up and strode towards the bathroom.

Creeper followed and closed the bathroom door, but not all the way. Since I was the only one and the seat next to me was empty, I had a personal viewing of their induction into the mile-high club; wait a minute, by the looks of them arranging themselves in this tiny bathroom like Tetris tiles, they definitely had done it before inside an airplane, It was my first time, watching at least. She turned around, and he plucked and twitched her nipples which were on full display while she bent over a little, and he unzipped and thrust his cock inside her; I couldn't see him; she was blocking my view, and the door wasn't all the way ajar. But I could tell the moment I heard her gasp it was in. My cheeks flamed, and I couldn't look away like a car wreck...suddenly my ears filled with constricted moans due to his hand on her mouth, but I could tell she had reached her orgasm. He pushed her down on her knees, and she went happily on the filthy bathroom floor; I almost gagged, but I heard her gagging too and realized she had his cock in her mouth, and all I could see was her head bobbin. I followed my gaze all the way to Creeper's face.....big fucking mistake; I could see him staring at me through the small opening of the door. He looked down, and I followed his gaze like I was in a trance, and he took his glorious cock out and slapped her face with it.....what parallel universe had I entered?

Why was I looking, and why was I wet between my tights.... his brash show of sex was something I never thought would excite me, but it did. Finally, he threw his head back and came inside her mouth, she swallowed, of course, and he patted her face and kissed her long and deep. Finally, I looked away, and they came outside and took their seats. The elderly flight attendant gave them a stink eye but said nothing.

I put my eye mask on, snuggled in the blanket, and Dozed-off. All this was too much for my virgin non-trusting heart.