Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... it did make the coldness she felt in his stare lessen.

“Then shall we?”

He moved to the side and gave a nod to the door. Daisy understood. He wanted them to leave. She never considered that she’d go anywhere with him. She thought to the bedroom, possibly, but nowhere else. Pete told her not to go anywhere with him.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Aiden just stared at her. She chewed on her bottom lip; her eyes darted from his face to the door. “I really don’t think—”

“Daisy, it’s my fantasy. You’re just along for the ride, remember?”

“Will I be safe?” she asked, her voice breaking on the last word.

“No harm will come to you. You have my word and my reputation.”

Thanking God that Pete gave her the cell, she held tight to her little straw bag. Together they left his suite and went to a private hallway. There was a stairwell that took them up to the roof. When the door opened, Daisy’s eyes stretched in shock.

“A helicopter ride?” she grinned.

“Before breakfast, I thought I’d show you the desert. Seen the Grand Canyon?”

“No. I wanted to, but we… we haven’t had the time….” The blades on the black helicopter, with a shamrock on the door, whipped up and began to spin. The gusts nearly pushed her back into him. His hands went to her shoulders.

“Let’s go. There’s a lot I want to show you.”

“Why?” she asked, turning on him. Aiden blinked at the question, but Daisy wanted to know. “Why do you want to show me stuff? I thought, well I thought you… ...

... um.” She looked up into his face. Her words were cut short by the forceful winds. It blew strands out of her neat braid. He stood there as if unaffected, his eyes searching hers. She looked back at the helicopter. “I guess it’s okay, for a tour. I guess.”

“Trust me, Daisy. You’re safe.” Then he touched her elbow and gave it a little squeeze. Daisy nodded her agreement. She walked with him. Together they boarded. Daisy forgot all about the anxiety or the impropriety. Her focus was now on the adventure of a lifetime. Once inside, Daisy’s ears popped from the deafening whiz of the whipping blades. It was Aiden who fastened her seatbelt: she was too nervous and excited to think of it. He winked and then fastened his. He remained oblivious to the way she gripped the armrest of her seat. Daisy had never flown before, in anything. This experience was mind-numbing. When they lifted from the roof, she let go a sharp breath.

“Nervous?”

“About flying? Un huh,” she nodded, her eyes wide, her chest tight.

Aiden smiled. “It’s okay. You get used to it quick.”

The helicopter dipped, and she pitched forward. They flew around the building. They flew over the traffic of the strip and headed out toward the flat red lands with the mountains approaching fast. He was right. Soon the light feeling of being airborne faded. The drumming beat of her heart began to slow to a manageable pace.

“So, you do this often?” she asked, looking over to him. He moistened his lips and looked her in ...