Powell, Ohio
Two years earlier…
“Rachel, I don’t care how your pants are riding your ass. I’m not coming in there to look. Now, hurry up before we’re late. You are the slowest person I know. I’m giving you ten minutes and then I’m leaving without you.”
“Come on Kayla, give me a minute,” Rachel whined from her closet still searching for comfortable travel wear.
“Seven minutes Rachel, and I’m out. Our plane departs in two hours, and even though we’re only thirty minutes away, you know how traffic in Columbus will be at this time of day.”
Kayla had arrived at her friend Rachel’s house an hour before they needed to leave for the airport to find that she wasn’t ready. She wanted to grab something to snack on and get through security without rushing. She should be used to this behavior from her as they’d been friends since they were kids and Rachel Spencer was notorious for being anything but punctual. She should also know based on their working relationship as Rachel rarely arrived to work on time, as her consulting firm’s CFO. They had flight reservations to Orlando Florida where they would meet up with their friends, Reia Reynolds, Caressa Jackson, and Jocelyn Watt. The crew met in elementary school and had been inseparable ever since. While in the third grade at a sleepover, they declared they would attend college together and have annual girl trips. This year’s trip destination was a seven-day cruise, and they were looking forward to it. If only she could get Rachel’s ass in gear.
Approximately twenty-five minutes later, Kayla and Rachel were sitting in the worst traffic jam ever seen on Interstate 71, due to the multiple accidents. “See this is why I was trying to get you out of the house Rachel. This dang traffic in Columbus can be ridiculous,” Kayla grumbled.
“This is not my fault Kayla. I damn near had to suction those pants off. And I won’t even mention the scrapes in places where scratches could become a topic for the gossip spotlight on Wendell, I mean The Wendy Williams’ show.”
Laughing, Kayla told Rachel, “I don’t need the visual or embedded image. Your ass should have known that plus size girls have no business squeezing into the size eight pants you thought you could get into. Next time, save your experimenting for when you’re lying around, reminiscing about your pre-adolescent days. But anyway, are you looking forward to this cruise? Lord knows I am. This vacation is just what the doctor ordered. And catching up with the girls will be great. I can’t wait to see Jocelyn, Reia, and Caressa. It seems like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other.” As a thirty-two-year-old CEO of her consulting group, K.M.B. Consulting, Kayla Banks had been working her fingers to the bone making sure her company was successful.
Rachel, no longer listening, stared out of the window as she began drifting off to sleep.
Kayla was contemplating how this vacation with her sisters from other misters would go in comparison to the others they’d taken.
By the time they arrived at John Glenn International Airport, they had to make a mad dash to check in and head straight to their gate. Good thing they’d paid for pre-check-in as it made the whole process smooth. When they were coming up to their gate, they saw a group of men laughing it up and having a good time. At this sight, Kayla’s excitement began to increase as she pictured the fun that awaited when they all reunited.
After clearing security and walking toward their gate, Myles Feelgood slowed down to check his phone.
This action caused his grandpa to grow antsy. “Come on Myles, it’s almost time to board the plane, and I’m ready to get this party started. Your overworked ass is long overdue for some downtime. And by downtime, I mean down yonder and between some open legs,” Grandpa Feelgood joked.
“Gramps, I appreciate your giving me this cruise, but I’m not thinking about women right now,” Myles gruffly stated. “I just want to recharge and unwind. The time that we spend together this week will be good bonding for us. But you know we could have done a staycation somewhere. Did we have to take a cruise? My phone won’t even work over there, what if my assistant needs to reach me?”
“Boy, shut up all that damn complaining. Your assistant needs to get a man and stop trying to make you her unhappy conquest. Its only seven days and her thirsty ass will be just fine without you. And don’t you think you need to change out of that stuffy ass suit. Damn, don’t you know how to relax sometimes? Go change now you still have time.”
“Fine.” Myles huffed walking off to the bathroom to change. He’d brought his comfortable clothes he just hadn’t taken the time to change into them.
After changing in a rush, he now wore a pair of black shorts, a champagne colored shirt, and sandals. He’d never admit it to his grandfather, but he was feeling more comfortable and relaxed just by switching his attire. “Ok, Gramps, does this work for you?”
“Yes, it does. The idea of this vacation is to relax and enjoy this time away,” Grandpa Feelgood said as he and Myles progressed toward the line.
Kayla was making her way toward the boarding line, but her nose picked up a scent that demanded her attention. Trying to be subtle in her pursuit of the person wearing the cologne, she slowly turned around. Standing across from her was an older white man who appeared to be in his early 70s. His eyes met hers, and he smiled while licking his lips the movement caused his dentures to shift with his lips. As a result, she busted out laughing in the man’s face, unable to help herself.
Distracted by the older man, she didn’t notice the younger man standing beside him until he began walking toward her with the gait of a panther. Oh, Shit, she thought once he entered her view. He walked with confidence, arrogance and an air of sophistication that she couldn’t stop staring at. This man would be capable of producing wet dreams for her. He stood between 6’2” and 6’4” in height if she had to guess. His eyes were a deep shade of blue reminding her of the late Paul Walker, although the rest of him reminded her of her celebrity crush Liam Hemsworth. His hair color was between tawny and gingerbread brown. His arms were straining in the confines of the shirt giving the impression of an animal trying to break out of its cage. And all she could think was, ‘I need to thank the Lord for this fine specimen, goodness he’s sexy. But damn, if he wasn’t looking so mean, we could make music and see where the melody could lead us. Humph.’
Kayla’s eyes never left the wet panty producing man, but she felt the need to apologize for laughing at the older man. “I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to laugh but I wasn’t expecting your uh—shifting.”
“Well, you damn sure need to learn how to respond better,” panty wetter growled as he glared at her.
The older man tried to break the rising tension, “Sweetheart, please excuse my grandson, he has a habit of wanting to defend me as if I’m incapable of doing so myself.”
Now feeling on edge and hearing the Delta representative call her boarding group, Kayla gave the glaring man the finger, smiled at the older man and walked away to board the plane.
Rachel had taken a call and was distracted therefore, she missed the entire heated exchange but noticed Kayla making her way to the plane, so she swiftly ended the call and proceeded after her.
Dr. Myles Feelgood had just come from the hospital after performing emergency surgery, and he was touchy from the extended operation as well as lack of sleep from running his busy practice. As a thirty-five-year-old orthopedic surgeon, Myles was desperately in need of this vacation. Although he was still feeling the aggravation from the rude woman’s treatment of Grandpa Feelgood, he proceeded to board the plane in hopes of forgetting the encounter.
As he watched her strut off, he wondered just what awaited him this week. At this thought, he had a glimpse of thick legs belonging to that rude woman being wrapped around his waist. And shit, her rude ass was beautiful. She was wearing a simple workout type get up, but the way the pants hugged her delectable backside caused him to mentally check himself before he got hard. And damn, he couldn’t help but notice how much her skin reminded him of pure honey. She would complement his height just right, as she appeared to be between 5’5 and 5’7.
Yet unbeknownst to him, he was about to learn just how even more uncomfortable two people could become when he noticed that the rude woman from the lobby sat right next to his spot on the plane. “Damn you Delta, and your assigned seating,” Myles grumbled.
It looked as if he and the rude woman from the lobby were seatmates while his Gramps was sitting diagonally to them in the row ahead, beside a woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. His grandpa wore the biggest smile on his face delighted with his seatmate as he introduced himself to her, “How you do madam, my name is Harte and what’s yours?”
Myles contemplated asking the woman sitting next to Gramps if she could switch seats with him but didn’t want to give the rude woman the satisfaction of knowing she’d rattled him. Plopping down in the chair, he decided to aggravate her. After all, why should he be the only frustrated party here?
Kayla was still a little peeved from her exchange in the lobby with Mr. Mean and Sexy. Now, she couldn’t believe her luck as the asshole sat in the seat next to her.
Rachel sat in the chair directly across the aisle and was settling in comfortably still seeming to be clueless about the tension brewing.
Determined to ignore his ass on the flight, Kayla found he had other plans. As she sat up to ignore him and talk to Rachel, she noticed that his ignorant ass also sat up to block her view. Instead of her getting pissed, she decided merely to lean over practically into his lap and said, “Rachel, is this a glorious position or what?”
Just then, the asshole under her shifted his position while grabbing more than just his shorts with the motion.
Kayla’s eyes glided downward as she momentarily wondered, how can I cop a feel without being too obvious. Instead of acting on her thoughts, she tried to lift off his lap but was halted by his hands on her back. She looked up and found his blue eyes twinkling at her.
“I think I might like you in this position better anyway,” he smirked.
His deep purring voice caused her to pause as her heart began beating erratically.
Rachel, watching the drama unfold between her friend and this mystery man, loudly expressed, “Damn baby, if she doesn't like that position I sure would, how much room you got over there for me?”
Laughter broke out in the surrounding rows as the couple in front of Kayla and Myles peeked over their seat, and the man’s grandfather was laughing hysterically which again, caused his dentures to shift and push outward.
This time, Kayla fought the laughter bubbling up in her throat.
Mr. Panty Melter watched her seeming to know she was having difficulty with the notion. He whispered in her ear, “Laughing again could cause me to punish you, how daring are you feeling today?”
Gasping, Kayla slowly raised up and whispered, “Baby if you only knew.” To Rachel, she said, “Girl, I ain’t got time for this shit, will you switch me seats? This is exactly why I asked you to book your seat when I booked mine, damn.”
At the same time, the flight attendant was coming through for final checks and said, “Sorry, but seat changes are no longer allowed, as we’re heading down the runway for takeoff.”
“Shit, it's about to be a long ass two-hour flight next to this asshole,” Kayla muttered to herself.
Landing in Orlando two hours and some minutes later, Kayla felt sheer relief. The flight had been downright agonizing as she became convinced that the man seated beside her was trying to set her and her panties on fire. She also felt confident that he kept purposely taunting her throughout the flight, as he seemed to be stroking or adjusting himself, never once looking in her direction.
Kayla tried her best not to rub up against, bump into, or touch the asshole on her way past him but her attempts became fruitless when he leaned upright as she neared the end of the seat. The movement caused her to look into those expressive blue eyes of his. What she saw in them caused her to stumble as he silently promised her long and sweaty nights if they ever met again.
During the flight, Myles had secretly gotten a thorough view of every one of the rude woman’s expressions. And little did she know that his strokes and adjustments were made based on those images. Wanting another look at her, he purposely sat forward in his seat when the passengers started debarking the plane.
Myles grinned with his mission accomplished feeling triumphant for getting the rude woman back. Although during the flight, he peeked at the woman. Again, struck by her beauty even when she was angry and this caused his attraction for her to increase despite her rudeness.
He finally let her pass and catch up with her friend who was waiting at the seats in front of theirs. He had to take a moment to get himself together which didn’t go unnoticed by his grandfather.
Grandpa Feelgood also sat in his chair for the same reason as he had enjoyed being a silent voyeur of the young woman seated beside him. He, himself had gotten racier with age. He slapped him on the back and said, “Myles you ain’t ready for all of that but stick with me, and you will be by the end of this trip. You know back in my day, I was quite lucky with the opposite sex.”
Myles couldn’t help himself as he laughed loud and hard for the first time in nearly three months. “Come on Gramps, let’s go before we’re caught up in the next flight boarding madness.”
Later that night, Myles allowed his mind to replay the image of the rude yet alluring woman he’d encountered earlier in the day. The recall of Ms. Rude…the name he was calling her since he didn’t know her name, would give him just the stimulation he needed to release the buildup and allow him to sleep soundly tonight. As he began to stroke himself, he remembered the woman who could pass for the thicker twin of Eva Marcille who happened to be one of his celebrity crushes. She was gorgeous. Her ass siting so perfectly on her body, making him want to reach out and grab it even in his mind’s eye.
Baby girl was stacked in all the right places, and he knew just by looking, God, himself had blessed her with those assets. She also had the perfect child-bearing hips. Baby girl had it going on, and being on the thick side, she would be able to handle all he had to offer. The more he thought about the things he could do with a woman built like her, the more urgent his strokes became. And just as he was approaching his release a knock on the door sounded. “Damn it, just when I was about to…” he muttered to himself. He quickly put his dick in his pants and walked to the door.
On the other side stood Grandpa Feelgood.
“Gramps, I could have sworn that I saw you to your room and got you settled in for the night. What are you doing down here? You know our ship is set to board earlier than normal due to the forecasted weather.”
Grandpa Feelgood huffed. “Shit boy, I’m a grown ass man, I don’t have to go to bed like a little ass kid or be made to stay in that boring ass room. Let’s go find us something to occupy us for the night.”
Myles stared at his grandfather as if seeing him for the first time and wondered where on earth he came from. Every time he said something hip, he wondered just what he’d learned in his youth and he would have to ask him sometime. But right now, he needed to end this conversation. “Gramps, there is no way that you and I will ever be going to find anything other than a cheeseburger. So yeah, that is out of the question and not something you and I will do together for fun ever.”
His grandpa laughed heading toward the mini bar while saying, “Hell, back in my day, I had no problem with the ladies, and I could teach you a thing or two.”
Feeling thoroughly scandalized by the way his grandfather was carrying on, he shook his head. “That is hard for me to fathom Gramps but uh, let’s not test out or try to dispute your theory. For the sake of argument, I’m just going to pretend that this discussion never happened. Why don’t you head on back to your room, and I’ll see you in the morning? I’m beat and don’t have time for your mess tonight.”
Meanwhile, in a room just down the hall from Myles, Kayla and Rachel were discussing the day’s events as they sipped on their store-bought margaritas.
Rachel decided it was high time to switch the conversation to a more exciting topic, “So, Kayla I saw how you were checking out that cool drink of water today. And what were you two doing all that whispering about? From the looks of it, I thought you were going to spontaneously combust from all the heat radiating from you.”
Kayla, who’d been trying to forget everything about the encounter shrugged. “Nothing was going on and you didn't see anything happening between us. If anything, you were about to witness a murder because I was about to kill his arrogant ass.”
“Kayla Michelle Banks, I know good and damn well what I saw, and you are not about to convince me that I imagined your encounter with that sexy ass man.”
Kayla sighed. “First off, did you HAVE to recite my entire name like that? What if the IRS was standing outside looking to haul my ass in for tax evasion? You pretty much told them that I was in here and to come and get my ass,” she joked.
Growing frustrated with the elementary school conversation, Rachel gulped down the rest of her drink and stood up to grab another bottle. “Stop bullshitting then Kayla, come clean with me. You wanted to stroke his dick in that seat, didn’t you?”
In truth, Kayla was imagining herself in a naked lap dance with the man but proceeded to try and clean it up for Rachel. “Ok girl, you got me there, but I will say that stroking his dick would have been child’s play compared to what I wanted to do with him in that seat. Other passengers be damned. But his disrespectful ass rubbed me the wrong way, so he couldn’t sniff my pussy, let alone know how it purrs when hit at the right angle.”
Both women laughed hysterically while slapping high fives. But inside, Kayla was fantasizing about just how his dick might have worked in the confines of that seat.
Rachel, on the other hand, was probably pondering who she might run into on this cruise to make her trip more interesting.
“Alright girl, let’s turn in for the night, we need to head to the cruise terminal early due to them anticipating possible inclement weather,” Kayla said while approaching her bed.
Drifting off, Kayla wondered if she would ever in fact meet a man as sexy as Mr. Arrogant Panty Melter on the cruise. She doubted it. The man had been eye candy perfection and sex on a stick too. Oh well, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?