She parted her lips and darted out her tongue far enough he could see her piercing. She slowly drew her tongue across her lips while her eyes were glued to his fingers. "Are you allowed to do that? Will we get caught?"
He slowly popped open each button one by one as he watched her. "We wouldn't get caught." He got the shirt fully unbuttoned and left it to hang open wearing a white wifebeater underneath.
For now that was even better than seeing skin and she couldn't help but picture in her mind just what he looked like in just that tank. She stared up at him, looking from his face to his unbuttoned shirt. "I just knew you wore something underneath your shirts."
She kept her eyes on his chest and quickly shook her head. "Not now. It looks good on you. You have very big muscles." she told him, squirming around in her seat as she took him in.
She was standing close to him now, closer than she ever had and she looked up at him a moment before resting her hand against his chest, his skin warm to her touch. "Oh wow. This is better than I imagined."
She glanced down at his hand and stood up straight, her body trembling with the touch of his fingers. She smoothed her hands down his chest and when she got to his abs, she grinned up at him. "You are very...fit, Mr Shriver. You have a nice body."
She hesitantly kissed him back at first since it wasn't something she'd done much of and she'd never kissed a teacher. She liked him though and she moved closer and let her hand move down to the waistband of his pants. "I won't tell. I promise."
"I absolutely love what I feel." He sucked on her lower lip softly as he lifted her skirt pushing her cotton panties down over her hips and around her ankles.
[She shifts, parting them a bit more.] Oh, I think I can leave that up to your creative imagination. Bonus points if you know the proper ways to stimulate certain erogenous zones.
[He's okay with that, it means he can see if her knickers happen to be regulation or not. In the meantime, though, he runs fingrtips back out along her inner thighs.] Am I being timed?
[he's the pilot only because she asked so nicely. also he wants to make airplane innuendo about "flying his jet into her hanger". he thinks he's hilarious.] What? [he gave her a quick once over.] I think it's amazing.
[He's already made about six of them involving the word 'cockpit'. Really, her best mate is a twelve year old.]
Yeah, you would, considering it's about five inches too short. You gonna tell me what it is, exactly, we're doing? Because I really don't want to have to walk by that chubby bloke again. He keeps getting... handsy, and I don't think they'd appreciate it if I slapped him.
Also considering a madeup David Tennant madeup face. Not sure what. Still thinking it over.innuendosqdcaptNovember 18 2011, 10:08:36 UTC
[how was she not rolling with his cockpit jokes? they were killer.] First of all you need to keep your fists of fury to yourself. Beating up on a poor defenseless perverted chubby guy. Rose Tyler. [that tone means nothing. he's even more ridiculous.] Second of all don't judge me cause you have fantastic legs in that. Though I am a kind of worried where your senses of fun and adventure is?
Oho? What're the details on that?huffpuffblondeNovember 18 2011, 10:13:57 UTC
Right, yeah, poor and defenseless. Wasn't so poor when he was sticking his bloody hamfists up my skirt, was he? Turbulence. [She stuck her head into the hall.] I'll show you turbulence, Mister Hamberg.
[She pulled back in, shaking her head.] I've got fantastic legs in anything. I'd just like to know when the serving hostess stops and the adventure starts. I thought you said there was an alien on board? All looks clear to me.
So far? Me crying into my pillow cause I suck at decisions.innuendosqdcaptNovember 18 2011, 10:29:40 UTC
[yes he did stop to ponder what it would be like with hams as fists. don't judge him? it's been a long couple of hours stuck in that cockpit in the jump seat with two bitching elderly pilots. it was like grumpy old men only with more smells and awkward moments.] My information said someone out there was one. The details were fuzzy though. [he poked his head out from behind the curtain portioning off where the flight attendants prepared the food and drinks. he leaned back in.] They all look shockingly normal.
[OOC: Well everyone always does a UK version of David. I feel like everyone has exhausted every accent the man could possibly have from the UK. I was gonna do an American David. A conman. A criminal. Something not David-esque.]
"Mmm..very sneaky. I like that." She pressed her body against his as they kissed, pressing him up against the side wall of the elevator, her hands roaming across his body once more, this time on top of his clothes.
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[She swung her leg over his desk, sitting in front of him, one leg on either side of his.]
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If your demonstration is up to par, that is.
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She, on the other hand, looks less than amused, in her powder-blue tight fighting stewardess uniform. She tugs at the top a bit, shooting him a look.]
Is this really necessary?
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Yeah, you would, considering it's about five inches too short. You gonna tell me what it is, exactly, we're doing? Because I really don't want to have to walk by that chubby bloke again. He keeps getting... handsy, and I don't think they'd appreciate it if I slapped him.
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[She pulled back in, shaking her head.] I've got fantastic legs in anything. I'd just like to know when the serving hostess stops and the adventure starts. I thought you said there was an alien on board? All looks clear to me.
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[OOC: Well everyone always does a UK version of David. I feel like everyone has exhausted every accent the man could possibly have from the UK. I was gonna do an American David. A conman. A criminal. Something not David-esque.]
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