Page 21 of Kidnapped By the Boss

Katya sat up and looked at me. “What’s that? Hopefully not the in-flight meal, because I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Nope.” I looked at her, lifting my eyebrow. “The bathroom.”

She furrowed her brow. “You didn’t want to make sure you didn’t miss going to the bathroom on the plane.”

I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. “I wanted to make surewedidn’t miss going to the bathroom on the plane.” Then I smiled. “Are you a member of the mile high club?”

Katya sucked a deep breath in and smiled. “I’m not.”

“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes,” I said, then I kissed her again, undid my seatbelt, stood up, and walked to the pool house’s bathroom. Thankfully, things were set up in here as well, so I climbed into the only available part of the bathroom right now, the walk-in shower, and waited.

My staff were going to getmassivebonuses for pulling this off.

A couple minutes later, the bathroom door, and Katya squeezed in. “Really? Did you have to make it small?” The staff had set up a partition screen that I had them swipe from Katya’s mom’s place, which cut the traditionally large bathroom down to just the toilet and the shower. “The bathroom on your private jet is much larger than this.”

I stomped a foot like a child. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Sorry,” she said with a laugh. Then she stepped into shower and slid her hands up my chest. “So, we probably don’t have much time before the flight attendants come and kick us out.”

I grinned. “I guess we’ll have to be fast.”

With a force that I knew Katya loved, I whipped her around and pushed her up against the wall of the shower. She was right, the bathroom on my private jet was certainly more sizable than the bathroom someone in coach or even first class would experience on a commercial jet, but that wasn’t the fantasy. The idea was to squeeze as close to one another as possible because it was all the space that we had. To be pressed against each other in every possible way and achieve the highest attainable pleasure without moving too much or making too much noise lest we get caught. Of course I couldn’t replicate the thrill of possibly getting caught without putting some random people in the pool house, but I could at least squeeze us into a tight space where I could feel every inch of Katya while we had sex.

Reaching around to Katya’s front, I undid the button of her jeans, pushed down her zipper, and stuffed my hand down between her legs. She let out a heated huff as I started to massage her already moistening pussy with my two middle fingers. She followed my lead and wrapped a hand behind herself to thread between us and pull my waiting shaft out of the pants of my suit. I closed my mouth over the bend in the side of her neck as her hand wrapped around me and started to stroke me below. Part of me wanted to take my suit jacket off because I was already getting hot, but I resisted. This was part of it, the heat, the sweat—it all made this ten times as sexy.

“Baby,” Katya moaned at me. “I want you inside of me.”

“Mmm.” I bit down on her neck and earned myself a moan for it, then I pulled my hands out so that I could push her jeans and underwear down just enough to give myself access. “How could I resist such a sweet request?”

I used a hand to grab myself and pressed the tip of myself inside her hole and slowly pushed in, and then I wrapped one hand around Katya’s neck, choking her gently, and set the other on her hip. She folded backwards against me, and I had the perfect angle to see her face flushed red, her mouth held perfectly open and her eyes clasped in pleasure. Each time I buried all the way inside of her, her walls squeezed down on me, begging me for more.

“Fuck,” I huffed. “Thank god this is meant to be a quickie.”

Her hips seemed to be moving all on their own, swirling around to stir herself up on my dick while I drove in and out of her. “It feels so good, Vince.”

A loud moan sang out of her, and though I would normally never try to stifle Katya’s sweet sounds, we needed to be quiet in this fantasy, so I moved my hand from Katya’s neck to sink two of my fingers into her mouth. “Shh. You’re going to get us caught.”

She lewdly started to suckle on my fingers to keep her own sounds quiet, and the sexiness of it turned me on even more. I started to move faster, pounding into her so hard that the sound of our skin colliding was echoing off the shower walls. Katya’s legs started to shake, and she was writhing around more recklessly. I’d seen this behavior before, she was about to come, so I pressed even harder into her, hitting as far deep as I could go. Around my fingers, she whined and then she started to shudder.

Her insides were contracting and releasing at a rapid pace, threatening to pull my dick right off my body, and it felt so good that I thought I might snap. Ordinarily, this is when I would pull back, switch positions, or slow us down to ensure things didn’t come to too rapid a finish, but this was supposed to be fast. It was kind of invigorating to not have to think about it and just give into my carnal desire to release deep inside of my wife. She’d promptly gone on birth control after Sascha was born, so there was nothing to worry about. As she wound herself through her orgasm, I let myself go, emptying into her and growling at the feeling burning through my groin and legs.

As we finished, I set my head against Katya’s shoulder and breathed deeply in tandem with her.

“Damn,” I said. “Welcome to the mile high club.”

Katya twisted her head enough so that she could drag me into a deep kiss and then she said, “I enjoyed the preview, but I can’t wait to do it for real.”

My cock twitched in anticipation at the thought. I needed to deal with The Wreckers so that I could fuck my wife from 30,000 feet off the ground in reality.

Of course, we had to keep the act alive by sneaking back out of the bathroom one by one and returning to our “seats” at which point I activated the pool house’s projector so that we could enjoy our in-flight movie. Martin was already on standby to bring us drinks if we wanted them, so when Katya said she was thirsty, I “ordered” her a strawberry and banana smoothie, and we enjoyed cuddling close to one another for our three and a half hour “flight” to Barbados.

When the movie was over, I took Katya back out to the poolside where our lunch spread had been set up, and also to allow the staff to change our makeshift plane back into our room for the evening, along with some special adornments that I was having added to give it some flair. Rather than a full meal, which Katya and I rarely ate even at home, I had a variety of finger foods prepared, including fresh meats and cheeses, fruit, nuts, and even some sweets like chocolate and caramel. They were laid charcuterie style on a wooden cutting board, and had two glasses of wine sitting near them for us to enjoy. The table had been removed as well in the interest of a booth where we could sit nice and close and enjoy the “entertainment” that I’d procured.

“Mr. and Mrs. Costello,” Martin said, standing in front of the closed pool house doors. “I’m delighted to introduce, for your viewing pleasure, the T&T Steelpan Band!”

Three people walked out from the pool house with big steelpans hanging around their waists and began to set up to perform. Katya watched them wide-eyed for a moment before looking at me and saying, “How? In one night?”

I shrugged. “New York has just about everyone hanging around if you look hard enough.”