Chanel and Ethan 24 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 24

... already shaking his head before I finish. Ethan leans over and grabs my left hand. “Chanel, I don’t want your money. All I want is to have a good time with you,” he says and I smile despite my uneasiness. “How did you get off work?” I ask him. His lips twitch. “I have vacation days I need to use. That’s why I was there so late yesterday; getting everything ready for my absence.” My stomach turns and I’m not sure if it’s good or bad. “I can’t believe this,” I mumble and Ethan lifts my chin with his fingers. He leans closer, his face a couple inches from mine. “Believe it. I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming you, but I had plans on going somewhere this year anyways, and now seemed like the perfect moment. With Nicole being out of my life, and the time I’ve been spending with you... If we’re still being honest with each other, you’re the only girl I’m interested in. I like the way things are going. No pressure for either of us. I like spending time with you. I just want us to have fun, and I want to make up for my awful behavior before. This is getting many things out of the way at once.” His warm, sweet breath clouds my senses as he speaks, and I bite my lip. His gorgeous features turn into a smile. “I’m glad you’re here. Please, enjoy this with me,” he concludes his speech and I take a deep breath. I can’t find words to fully appreciate every part of what he said, so I give him a huge smile and kiss him. And he kisses me back, holding my face against his. When my head is spinning, ...

... Ethan finally releases me. I nestle into my seat and we can’t stop grinning at each other. However, my smile does fade when I tear my eyes from his face and intercept a frosty glare from a stewardess. I suppose she is pretty, but her nosy, stuck up expression makes her ugly. It’s clear she’s attracted to Ethan the way she’s subtly ogling him. It’s also clear she’s jealous of me... for obvious reasons. On the last flicker of her intruding glare I keep eye contact with her, reach over and grab Ethan’s face, and plant another wet kiss on his lips. “What was that about?” Ethan whispers against my mouth, and when I look again, the stewardess is gone. I pull back and smirk at him. “Just marking my territory,” I reply in good humor and his expression is slightly stunned and almost... delighted? “What?” I ask him. “Nothing,” he replies, shaking his head. For the rest of this flight until we reach New York, every time Ms. Nosy makes an appearance, always sure to get an eyeful of Ethan, I have fun fucking with her. I think my clear disapproval of her existence on this plane kept her from actually coming and offering us anything. I would lean over between our armrest and rub Ethan’s thigh or kiss his neck. He wasn’t bothered in the least. “Is that her?” he asks at one point. “Yeah. She won’t stop looking at you.” I snicker and he laughs as though he hadn’t noticed. When he glances back to her, their eyes meet and I could swear I see her cheeks turn pink. That quickly fades though, when ...