Chapter 17

Brad is hopeful that she’ll be awhile cleaning up her wet mess and trying to compose herself. He unzips his pants and starts stroking his cock, barely able to contain himself. He is so hard, he’s ready to explode all over the place, and has been that way for so long. He wraps it with his hand and pulses up and down really fast, imagining it is Jane riding on top of him, her hair down, swinging with abandon all over her tits.

He wants to grab her hips and fuck her back and forth, up and down, side to side, anything to get her all worked up and to show her how he can pleasure her, and give her an idea of how much she turns him on.

He thinks of her getting wetter and wetter, moaning and breathing so hard she can’t catch her breath, then screaming so loud the pilot can hear them, making him jealous knowing Brad is fucking her hard. He saw how the pilot checked out her ass, and that ass will be all his.

Brad continues, imagining that just as he would be ready to come, he’d pull her off his cock, jack himself, and shoot come all over her tits and belly so it drips down into her pubic hair. Then he’d have her suck him until there was nothing left.

With that thought, Brad comes all over his cock and it shoots over to the other side of the seat where Jane has been sitting.

God, I wish I could just have her now.

He hears Jane come out of the bathroom, so he rushes to put his cock in his pants, then wipes the seat down with soda water and his napkin while wiping his hands at the same time.

Jane walks back over and Brad feels like he’s going to lose his mind at how horny he feels for her, even though he just jacked off.

“So, how comfortable are you with dressing up?” Brad asks, trying to divert his deeper urges.

“Well, I’m a ballerina, aren’t I?” Jane replies. “Ballerinas are all about dressing up.”

“That, you are,” Brad agrees. “So, perhaps you won’t mind some of the things I’ll be asking you to do this week. Are you wearing the lingerie underneath your dress right now, for example?”

Jane’s face flushes beet red, unsure of how she wants to respond, given she just had a wet dream with Brad in it.

“Uh, yes, I am.”

“Do you like it? The lingerie? Does it fit? Does it feel good?” asks Brad, fantasizing about how it looks under her dress.

Jane feels her pussy heating up and squeezing again just from his words and tone of voice. God, he has some kind of spell on her.

“Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, actually. I really don’t know how you figured that out, quite honestly. Especially the bra.”

Brad imagines her in the bra, how it barely covers her nipples and outlines the contours of her breasts.

“Let’s just say, my personal assistant has a good eye. She checked out your size when she went to the change room to meet you.”

“Oh, so that’s how you did it! Clever. Very, very clever!” replies Jane. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”

“Not many. It’s really all my personal assistant. I can’t take any of the credit,” Brad smirks.

“So, back to your question about dressing up,” reminds Jane.

“Right. So, how comfortable are you with wearing different styles of clothing, maybe something out of the ordinary?” he asks, seeing how far he can take it with Jane.

“Well, it all depends. I’m still a bit of a modest woman, but I did dress for you today, didn’t I?” remarks Jane.

“True. Well, the reason I ask is because every day you will be given instructions to wear something. It may be underneath your clothes, or a dress, or anything else. I love to watch a beautiful woman wear different things,” he says, staring at her a little bit longer.

Jane still can’t take in that he finds her beautiful. “Well, we’ll see, but it sounds pretty harmless. Though, you may need to find a beautiful woman somewhere,” she partly jokes.

“Jane Bryden, what will it take for you to see who you are?” Brad shakes his head.

He reaches for her hand to invite her to stand up. There is a mirror on the closet door. “Come. Take a look at yourself.”

He stands behind her while they look in the mirror. He strokes her hair.

“Do you mind?”

Jane shakes her head gently to indicate that it is okay.

“Jane, do you not see how beautiful you are. Your lips are delicate. Your nose is perky and precious. The outline of your face is just amazing.”

He strokes the side of her face and Jane wants to nestle her head right into him.

“It’s like you are a porcelain doll. Just perfectly precious. Simple. No airs about you.”

Jane looks in the mirror at herself, as if for the first time. She sees a bit of what Brad is talking about and is stunned. She has never thought of herself as beautiful, not ever.

Brad reaches down and lightly kisses her neck, then walks away so as not to pressure her. Tingles shoot up her neck and she wishes his lips would linger there forever.