Matt had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror applying moisturizer when his Ring doorbell chimed on his phone. He opened the alert and saw Debbie standing at his door; he felt his heart rate quicken. “Be right there,” Matt answered, “two seconds.”
Matt wrapped a towel around himself and quickly walked downstairs and let Debbie in.
“Hi, come in.” Matt held the door wide open for Debbie. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’ve just finished at the gym and need to ask a small favor,” Debbie told me, openly staring at his chest. “Have you just showered?” She pointed at the towel around his waist.
“Yes, I just got back from the gym myself,” he told her. “Do you want a drink?”
“Oh, that’s a shame; we could have had a shower together.” Debbie teased with a wink. “And yes, I’ll have a drink.”
They both walked into the kitchen. Matt got out his protein powder and started to make a shake. “What would you like?” he turned to Debbie, who was sitting on the counter side, legs wide open with a smirk on her face.
“I’ll have what you’re having,” she answered. “Protein makes muscles grow, right?” to which Matt nodded his head.
Matt made the drink and handed one to Debbie. “I’m going to go put actual clothes on,” he told her, “won’t be long.”
“Or you could not put any on?” Debbie replied, biting her lip. Matt felt the urge to just let the towel drop but decided to go and put some clothes on.
When he came back downstairs, Debbie was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone; she looked up at him smiling. “I preferred your attire before,” she commented.
“Oh, did you?” Matt asked.
“I mean, you didn’t need the towel,” she teased. “You have a rather nice body to look at.” She winked at him.
“Well, thank you.” Matt could feel his cock start to tingle. “So, what was the small favor you wanted to ask me? Surely it wasn’t to take a shower.”
“Oh, no, well this weekend I have a long weekend holiday trip. There is this guy at work who won’t stop flirting with me.” She paused, looking at Matt, raising both eyebrows. “This is where you say, ‘who can blame him?’”
Matt chuckled. “Right, yeah, who can blame him?”
“Exactly,” she said. Well, “Anyway, it’s very annoying, and he won’t take the hint I’m not interested, so the small favor would be you coming with me and pretending to be my partner.”
Matt sat there speechless for a few seconds, not sure how to respond; he opened his mouth to say something, then shut it.
“It’s free; it won’t cost you anything; it’s all paid for by the company,” she told him, sensing that he was unsure.
“So you want me to come away with you and pretend to be your boyfriend, so this guy at your work will get the message you aren’t interested in him?” Matt asked with an eyebrow cocked.
“Well, it’s also to spend some time in the sun, eat some nice food, and have some fun,” she said with a mischievous grin.
“And when are we going?” He asked with a grin.
“Friday night is the flight; so is this a yes?” She asked, putting her hand on his forearm, which made his cock twitch.
“Sure, why not,” Matt said nonchalantly, “I haven’t got anything planned anyway.”
“You’re the best!” Debbie told him, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll bring my oils, and I promise to give you a full body massage.” Matt’s cock started to twitch; he could feel an erection coming.
“Just one?” He jested.
“You can have as many as you want,” she said, rubbing his forearm. “I’ll even pack that revealing bikini you loved.”
“I wouldn’t say I loved it,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Well, you couldn’t take your eyes off me,” Debbie said with a wink. “Right, I best be off; I’ll message you later about details.” Matt’s eyes were drawn to her bum.
He stood up and walked her to the door, the whole time staring at her bum; he resisted the urge to grab it. She turned around and threw her arms around his neck.
“Thanks for this,” she said into his ear. “I promise we will have some fun.” She kissed his cheek and walked away, leaving Matt standing there with a semi-hard cock and slightly stunned.
Driving to the airport, Matt thought Debbie was a little off; she wasn’t acting normal. She wasn’t being overly flirtatious, and wasn’t making sexual comments. Matt was starting to think it might be just a normal getaway after all. Matt parked the car in the short-stay car park.
“That was such a smooth ride,” Debbie said. Her hand ran down Matt’s forearm. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
“This is going to be fun,” she told him excitedly.
“Do you like my travel outfit?” she asked Matt while they waited for the bus to take them to the airport. She was wearing a black maxi dress that showed off her amazing figure. It hugged her round arse and showed off the cleavage and clung to her flat stomach. She was wearing flip-flops, and her toenails were painted blue to match her fingernails. She knew she looked good; she just wanted to hear Matt tell her.
“It’s a very good travel outfit,” Matt commented, knowing she would want more.
“Just good?” She jested back.
“I said very good,” Matt teased.
“I’d have thought you’d tell me – your girlfriend,”
“Pretend,” Matt responded.
Debbie carried on as if he hadn’t said anything, “That I looked amazing. And that you couldn’t wait to take this dress off,” she added, taking a step towards him. She leaned in and whispered, “I’m not wearing any underwear.” She leaned back, a grin on her face. Matt had been wrong.
“As always, Deb, you look amazing. I’m breathless at your beauty, and your perfume is intoxicating. Better?” he asked, grinning.
“Better.” She feigned annoyance. The bus arrived.
“You’re not going to give your beautiful girlfriend a hand to help me get on?” Feigning annoyance again.
She tutted. “You’d better buck your ideas up; maybe that string bikini won’t make an appearance.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, my love, I thought you were a strong, independent woman.” Matt touted back.
“Romance, darling, romance.” She winked at him.
The bus jolted off, and fell into Matt; he grabbed her to stop her from falling. Their faces were so close, their lips almost touching.
“Well, thank you, darling.” She took a step back. Both of them flustered. The airport was nothing special. Queues at passport control, queues to check in, and then the killing time waiting to board the plane.
Once boarded, Debbie chose the window seat, which left Matt in the middle. Luckily, the seat next to him was empty as they taxied onto the runway. They were in the very back row of the plane.
Once they were in the air, the stewards and stewardesses came around with the food and drink cart.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” a well-presented stewardess asked the pair.
“My boyfriend will have a Coke, normal, with a cup with ice, a tub of Pringles, the red ones, and then a pack of the big Haribo. He says they are for him, but I’ll eat most of them, and I’ve have a gin and tonic, but the green Pringles, please.” She flashed a smile.
Once the stewardess had moved on, she said to Matt, “How did I do?”
“Shockingly well,”
“Impressed?” She asked.
“That and scared. How did you know?” He quizzed.
“I’m very observant,” Debbie told him, looking pleased with herself.
“So what have you observed then?” Matt challenged.
“Well, after the stewardess had served us, I noticed you checking her bum out, and in front of your girlfriend, tut-tut.” She wagged a finger at him.
“Didn’t spend much time looking at her breast, so I’d guess you are a bum guy, and if you’re a bum guy, I’m guessing you like to do more than just look and grab it.” She leaned in closer to Matt.
She whispered in his ear. “I love getting fucked in my arse.”
“And I’m guessing by now you’re probably getting hard.” Matt felt her hand run up the inside of his leg and across to his cock. She squeezed it.
“Oh look, I’m right. That cock will feel so good in my arse.” She kissed his earlobe. Matt’s mouth was hanging and his jaw wasn’t on the plane floor, it was back down on the earth. He couldn’t believe what Debbie had just said. He tried to regain some control, but he couldn’t get the image of fucking Debbie’s arse out of his head.
“Oh darling, I’ve made you all hot and bothered.” She let out a little laugh. She leaned in again. Matt wasn’t sure he could take much more teasing.
“I’ve always wanted to join the mile-high club; maybe we will save that for the return journey.” Her hand was back on his cock, rubbing up and down his shaft; it was rock hard now.
“It’s a shame there are people sitting across from us; otherwise, I’d have my lips wrapped around your cock.”