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her face looked flushed and she wore an involuntary grin. She
did her best to smooth everything out, but Adam was already saying they needed
to get back to their seats.
    Helena creaked the
door open. No one was waiting to come in. She slipped out and a few moments
later Adam followed. The stewardess who may or may not have spied Adam’s
hard-on before they went in gave them a bit of a look, but it was a nice look,
with a hint of a knowing smile. “She’s seen it all before,” whispered Adam as
they sat back down. Helena blushed. They began to watch a film, but halfway
through, she fell asleep.
     
    The remainder of
the flight was not quite so exciting, but still pretty wonderful. More great
food that she never thought would be possible on a plane, a good film, some
more sleep, plus Adam’s occasional affectionate touches and his entertaining
conversation. She didn’t really want the plane to land, for it all to be over. Yet,
of course, what goes up must come down.
    As they swanned
through the special business class queues at LAX airport Helena felt fresh and
ready for a wonderful holiday. They located the carousel for the flight’s
luggage, although Adam had travelled only with his sleek executive carry-on
case. She gave him a hug. “Well, thank you very much, Adam, I’ll be
recommending you to all my friends,” she laughed, handing him a small white
envelope. “When are you heading back?”
    “Quick stop over
in a hotel tonight and then back tomorrow. It’s a hard life!”
    “It… certainly is.
Another client?”
    “Now that would be
telling.” He kissed her once, delicately, on the lips. “You have my number.”
    “I do. Thank you.
Take care.”
    “Have a great
holiday!”
    Adam strolled off,
immaculately, like a young George Clooney. Helena wished she could keep him
– at least for the flight back. A few minutes later, her friend Jill
appeared through the crowds, finally emerging after the longer queues she had
to endure with the all other economy passengers. “Where is he then? Did I miss
him?” she demanded excitedly.
    “Yep, sorry, he’s
disappeared. Wandered off into the sunset. Without me.”
    “Damn. What was it
like, come on, tell me! Was it worth it?”
    Helena looked her
right in the eye for a moment or two. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes. Every single fucking penny.” And they went to wait for their suitcases to arrive on the carousel.
    “I’m going to need
full details of course,” giggled Jill.
    “Of course!”
    “And I have got
business class on the way back, right?”
    “You have. It’s
amazing, you’ll see.”
     

Online
Dating
     
    - This is how this is going to work.
    - OK
    - You look ok, you don’t seem stupid.
    - Thanx
    - Try to spell ‘thanks’ correctly, or
this is over, right now.
    - OK. Thanks.
    - If you type LOL, or, worse, LOLZ or you
spell, say, ‘right’ R-I-T-E, then this is also over.
    - Understood
    - I can just about accept ‘u’ for ‘you’
    - OK
    - So, I’m on this site for no strings
sex, one time only. Nothing else.
    - Sounds good
    - But I have some rules. You need to be
fit and I need to fancy you. So, I need you to email me a full-length photo of
yourself in underwear. I don’t need a cock pic, so don’t send one.
    - Do I get a pic of you?
    - No.
    - Seems unfair
    - Let me ask you this: if I decide I want
to fuck you, will you turn me down if I don’t send you a pic of myself in my
undies?
    - No
    - Does my photo look good to you?
    - Yes. Very.
    - Exactly. So if you want this, then
email me. I’ll give you the address in a second.
    - OK
    - Second thing. I like sex in unusual
places. I need you to suggest somewhere we can do it. If I like the sound of it,
and I like your pic, we do it. Tonight.
    - Fuck yes.
    - I’m telling you now - I don’t want
drinks, I don’t want small talk, I don’t want flowers or chocolate. Just sex.
     
    Nicole gave Harry her email address and
exited the chat window.
    Harry. She’d met one or two posh boys
over the last