Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... you can relax in while I shower.”

“I’m cool right here.”

“C’mon. Paying customers take a seat here. Right now you’re stealing cable.”

He frowned. “Stealing cable? What’s that?”

“It’s what we call it when a guy like yourself gets a free peepshow by watching what another guy’s paying for. Let’s get you in a private room. I’ll get us some more to eat, some beer. It’ll be our little party.”

Pete shrugged. He still had hours to wait for Daisy to return home. Besides, he was nodding off at the table.

“Whatever you say, Daisy.”

Andy smirked to hear him call her his girlfriend’s name. She didn’t object. She’d be whatever he wanted if it made Aiden happy. She helped Pete get to his feet and walked him to the room she’d arranged just for them.

***

Flying. She’d thought it would be much more enjoyable than it was. Daisy looked over from her seat to the window. She had to admit the helicopter ride was a lot more adventurous. In his private jet, they sat in comfort, but silence. All she saw were dark storm clouds. The turbulence was enough to bring the bitter taste of bile to her mouth. Daisy tried to remain calm about it. But when the aircraft dropped several feet, she was puffing her cheeks like a blowfish in labor.

Aiden couldn’t help but notice.

“Something wrong?”

“Th-the plane,” she wheezed, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“What about it?”

The plane dropped again and her stomach lurched. Daisy whimpered. She gripped the armrest. Aiden ...

... undid his seatbelt. He moved to the seat alongside hers. “I forget you aren’t used to flying,” he chuckled.

“Not funny, and I’m not a child. I’m fine.”

He reached for her hand but his coin dropped to her lap. She looked down at it. Before he could take it, she had it between her fingers. It looked old. “Why do you carry this? Is it real gold?”

“Can I have it back, please?”

She handed him the coin. From the corner of her eye she saw him tuck it safely in his shirt pocket. The plane shook and she winced. “Maybe we should land,” she said, then licked her lip. It still stung from his bite earlier.

“It’s just pockets of wind, nothing to fear. You see, when the plane hits these air pockets, the pressure pushes against it—”

“Okay stop!” she threw up her hand.

He smiled. “You are scared, aren’t you?”

“Look at it. It’s raining out there, and flying aint natural. My granny used to say if God had meant for man to fly he would have given us wings.”

Aiden let go a genuine peal of laughter, and Daisy smiled with him.

“Besides, it’s raining.”

“You’re safer in here than you are on the ground. Trust me.”

“T-t-t-talk, then.”

“We are talking.”

Daisy jumped when the plane shook once more. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. The tension between them was instantaneously gone. She found him agreeable again.

“Tell me about your childhood?”

“Didn’t have one.”

Daisy held his hand tightly, hoping the turbulence would pass. “Nonsense, you weren’t born a ...