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  “Oh, so I can do it in private can I?” he whispered teasingly, into my ear. “Mmm, the things I’d like to do to you in that dress!”

  I felt a familiar throb, knew that I was getting wet, but couldn’t help myself. I never could with him. I wriggled free of his grasp, aware that we were surrounded by people, but he kept held of my hand.

  We walked over to the airplanes. They were so much more fragile close up, some of them barely more than a simple plywood frame and fabric stretched over. I was far more interested in these than I realised, and wanted to have a closer look but Jack had other ideas. All his winding me up had made him horny too.

  He led me round the side of one of the hangars, and backed me to the wall. I was trapped, one of his arms either side of my shoulders, as he leant in for a kiss. There was no-one about, but still I wasn’t sure.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I giggled, ducking below his arms and trying to escape. But he held me fast, and leant his whole body into me as he lowered his mouth onto mine. I felt his thighs against my own, his cock pressing hard into my belly, and obediently opened my mouth to him. He pulled my head towards his, one of his hands firmly cupping the nape of my neck to guide me; it was a wet, hot kiss, full of promise and urgency. I melted, savouring the taste of him, letting my body respond the way he intended.

  Jack’s other hand wandered, gently stroking down my neck to my collarbone, where he teased the hollows with his fingertip. His gentle touch combined with the passionate kiss was too much for me and I moaned into his mouth. In return, he swept his hand down to my waist, just brushing my breast. Finally, he slid it behind my bottom, pulling me closer, and gently squeezing. The ache between my thighs was almost unbearable, and I could feel my nipples chafing the inside of my bra.

  “I want you.” I whispered. It wasn’t an original line, but it was true. Jack looked around and saw a door nearby.

  “Wait there,” he said, as he tried the handle. It was unlocked and the door opened. “Come one,” he grabbed my hand and led me inside. The hangar was dark with big shafts of light coming in from gaps in the corrugated roof panels. Jack tried to find a light switch, and whilst he was feeling his way along the walls, I snuck up behind him. Wrapping my hands around his waist, I felt for his erection through his trousers, and stroked him.

  “Naughty girl!” he told me off me, jokingly. He took my hand and led me into the hangar. I could just make out the outline of a huge plane, and as we got nearer, I could see it was big enough to have a bay door. Jack pulled me up the ramp and into the dark interior.

  “What are you doing?” I squeaked indignantly at him. “What if we get caught?”

  He responded by kissing me; it was the quickest way to silence my protests. Jack always did like to take control, and I trusted him, although I was still apprehensive. Light came in through the cockpit area ahead, and as my eyesight adjusted, I could see a couple of crates covered in a cargo net.

  “Heck, Katie. I’ve wanted to fuck you all day. You look incredible.” His hands grasped my arse, pulling me into him. I slid my arms under his jacket in return, letting my hands wander up and down. I like the firmness of his buttocks through his trousers, and the feel of his abs through his shirt. I dropped to my knees, unzipping his fly and letting his cock spring free.

  I was rewarded with a moan from Jack, and greedily took his erection into my mouth. I alternately sucked and licked and swirled, letting my tongue slide from his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft to the tip, or focusing on his head. I took as much into my mouth as I could before sliding him out again and repeating the teasing with my lips and tongue. It never failed to drive him mad, and this time was no exception.

  Jack pulled me up by my arm and manoeuvred me back towards crates. Laying me down, he unbuttoned the top half of my dress, exposing my bra. He pushed down the cups and pulled out my breasts, kneading at the rounded flesh. Taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, he sucked and nibbled. It was just hard enough to make me moan, just hard enough that he knew how wet I would be.

  His hands started pushing up my skirt, revealing my stocking-clad legs. It took some effort; the skirt was tight-fitting. Not that I minded, revelling in his strong hands rubbing up and down my thighs. Eventually, I lifted up my bottom so he could fully access my stocking tops and suspenders.

  “Shit, stockings! Fuck me, Katie, you know how to turn a guy on!” Jack could barely contain himself. He grinned further when he realised that my panties were on the outside, so they could easily be peeled off.

  He ran his fingers up my inner thighs and I shivered in anticipation. Little sparks ignited everywhere his fingers touched, and I rapidly became more impatient, reaching out for him. In response, Jack took off his tie and crudely tied my wrists to the cargo net.

  “That’ll keep you where I want you.” There was a catch in his voice as he spoke to me, a sure sign of his mutual excitement. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I felt him inside me. But first, he would tease me. He always did, and I loved him playing games with me. The anticipation of him pushing hard inside me gave me a visceral thrill. Knowing he’d make me work for it was intoxicating.

  He continued where he’d left off, tracing circles up my inner thighs, brushing his fingertips over the thin fabric stretched over my clitoris. I moaned, helpless. Pulling my panties to one side, he slowly, painstakingly, circled my clit before pushing just one finger inside me. I was slick with anticipation and it slid in easily. I wriggled, desperately, urgently, pushing myself onto him. But he held back, teasing.

  “Please Jack.” My voice was hoarse, thick with lust. He responded by pushing upwards with his finger. He hit the sensitive lining of my vagina, sending sparks to my clit and my nipples and I nearly exploded.

  He pushed in a second finger and I gyrated, needy. At the back of my mind I knew this was ridiculous. I was tied up, in a 1940s bomber, fucking myself with Jack’s fingers. It was a crazy form of bliss.

  Pulling himself away he untied my hands and telling me to stand, bent me over the crates. I stood, legs stretched taut in my heels, palms resting on the rough wooden box in front of me. I waited as he rolled on a condom and then pushed into me from behind, one hand on my back to steady himself. The other hand slipped round to play with my clit, circling and pinching. Jack slowly set a rhythm. His balls slapped against me faster and faster as he built towards climax and I leant back into him, grinding myself onto his cock.

  I was so close, so nearly at orgasm when we heard a door open.

  “Shit,” Jack breathed, stopping himself from further movement with herculean effort. The lights flicked on, and we both held our breath. The noise of a huge weight landing on the floor circulated round the hangar, and then the lights went off again. The door clicked shut and there were no further noises.

  We both exhaled with relief. Jack resumed fucking me over the crates, driving himself deep inside me over and over. I felt him contract against me; the familiar sensation of him coming made me smile. He flipped me back over, lowering me back onto the crates. Pushing my legs wide apart, he knelt between them and brought his tongue to my clit. I felt him slip his fingers inside me, fucking me with them whilst he licked and tongued at my swollen bud.

  When I came, it was an intense rush, making me feel light-headed. I lounged back on the crates, feeling the pulsing sensations run through me. Jack tidied himself up and when I was ready became the perfect gentleman once more. He offered me his hand and helped me to my feet. I stood, legs shaking slightly and turned my face up for a kiss.

  He waited whilst I smoothed down my dress and straightened my stockings.

  “Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he helped me down through the cargo bay doors and onto the hangar floor. We carefully made our way back to where we started, using his phone as a torch to guide our way.

  We blinked our way into the sunlight; it was bright enough before the d
ark contrast of the hangar, and it took a couple of minutes to adjust. I took the time to check my hair and makeup, trying for the perfectly coiffured look, rather than “just fucked”. My stockings needed straightening and somehow, despite our activity in the plane, they were intact.

  “You didn’t do a good enough job in there Jack,” I admonished. “I expected dirty knees and splinters.”

  Jack laughed. “Hey, you joined the metre high club. What are you complaining about?”

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