Flight of Fancy Ch. 02

Walking right up to him, I started to say, "Hey Tyler, I'm so happ--"

Before I could even finish my sentence, his hands reached out to cup my face before his lips pressed up against mine in a kiss. I was completely taken by surprise, but his forwardness was a huge turn-on. I eagerly kissed him back and remembered how good his lips tasted. Our kisses before were wild and passionate, but this kiss was slower and more tender. The sensuality of the kiss was making fireworks go off in my brain and for a moment, I forgot we were in public.

His lips released mine and he pulled his head back before saying in a beaming voice, "Hey Yumiko, it's so great to see you again. You look goddamn sexy by the way."

His hands released my face and I honestly felt a little woozy from the rush of emotions that were running through my body. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest and for a moment, all I could do was stare into his bright blue eyes. The confidence and experience of an older guy like him made me realize why I liked older men so much.

"Th--thank you. You look umm...very handsome too," I said while shyly looking away from him.

He pulled out a fancy-looking bar stool that had a backrest next to me and offered it to me to sit down. Smiling at his kind manners, I sat down and placed my purse behind me. I brushed some of my black hair behind my ears and finally found the courage to raise my head again to stare at his handsome face. I noticed that his shirt color really made his eyes pop more and I couldn't help but stare longingly into them.

"Would you like something to drink? A cocktail? Or wine maybe?" he said in a smooth, deep voice.

"Umm...wine would be nice," I responded, interested in what he would order.

He called the bartender over and ordered a type of wine that I hadn't even heard of before. It sounded fancy, but then again most wine names were like that. The bartender placed two glasses in front of us and poured a fair amount into both. He walked away, and Tyler grabbed his glass and raised it slightly. Making sure I followed his lead, I quickly grabbed my glass and held it up as well. With a charming smile, he clinked our glasses and we both took a small sip. Wow, it was delicious!

"I can't believe I ran into you again. I was pretty disappointed earlier, but it seems like fate wanted us to meet again," he said while staring at me with a passionate fire in his eyes.

"I'm so, so sorry. I really wanted to meet you at the airport earlier and well...I'm very happy to be here right now," I said softly, still taken by his eyes.

For a moment, neither of us moved or said anything as we stared at each other and he eventually broke the silence by saying, "So, how long have you been a flight attendant?"

"For a while now. I wanted to go to college, but I didn't know what I wanted to study. I needed money to go anyways, so I figured I would just start working instead. Ever since I was promoted and started serving first class a few years ago though, I keep putting it off," I said softly, still anxious being around him.

He nodded while taking another sip of wine and I suddenly became self-conscious and said, "By the way, I'm sorry if my English isn't that good."

"Are you serious? Your English is great! Your accent is super cute too," he said, making me smile and blush.

"Thanks," I replied shyly.

"Also, I think it was smart to start working to earn some money. Have you given any thought to what you would want to study yet?"

"Yes, kind of. I really like helping people so I think I want to try to become a nurse or something like that."

"That's great! I think you'd make a wonderful nurse. Although, you wouldn't be able to help out cardiology patients cause you'd make their heart rate skyrocket when they see how beautiful you are," he said with a charming smile, and his eyes twinkled.

Turning red, I looked away from him and mumbled out, "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do," he said while laughing slightly and leaned forward, placing one of his large hands on the smooth skin of my legs.

His touch electrified my body. He started to gently rub my smooth skin and my heart started to pound in my chest. The more he touched my leg, the hotter I started to feel. His eyes never seemed to break contact with mine and when I finally returned his stare, I could clearly see the fire in his eyes. I wanted to say something, but my mind was in disarray from his sensual touch.

"You know, I know a great college that has an excellent nursing program I can recommend," he continued as his hand left my thigh.

"You do?" I said in a shaky voice, still adapting to the rush of arousal I just experienced.

"Yeah, Wheaton College. I teach there."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's actually why I'm here. There's a conference being hosted here for professors in my field."

"I had no idea you were a professor. I didn't realize that a professor could be so..." I started to say before trailing off, trying to think of the right word.

"Hot?" he replied.

My eyes widened at his response before I couldn't help but let out a light laugh. God, why did I find him so charming and funny? I felt like one of those dumb girls who laughed at anything their boyfriend said. I couldn't deny how much fun it was talking to him though.

"Yes, incredibly hot," I found the courage to say back and I found myself staring lustfully into his eyes.

The longer I was with him, the hotter I felt, and the faster my breathing became. I noticed his eyes dart across my body periodically and I felt even hotter knowing that he couldn't stop checking me out. I was embarrassed about showing so much skin earlier, but now I wanted to look even sexier for him.

"Speaking of being hot, it's really warm in here," I said as I raised my hands to my upper chest.

Unhooking my shoulder shrug, I started to pull on the sleeves and it fell off my shoulders before sliding down my arms. Pulling it off completely, I turned behind me and pushed it into my purse. Even though I was still fully clothed, I felt so naked without the shrug. Turning around, I brushed some of my loose black hair behind my ears. When I shyly looked back at Tyler, I saw his eyes burn even hotter with desire as he continued to take in my body.

He eventually snapped out of the lust-filled daze he was in and we soon continued our flirty conversation. We continued to learn more about each other and I was surprised to learn that he was a bachelor his whole life. He never married or had kids, which I felt was rare for someone his age. Even weirder for someone as charming and attractive as he was too. The more we chatted, the more relaxed I slowly became too. My arousal was still incredibly high, but I felt surprisingly comfortable around him.

"So outside of being smart, handsome, and charming, do you have any other skills I should know about," I asked flirtatiously.

"I also play the piano," he replied.

"Oh my, seriously?" I responded surprised.

"It's actually one of the ways I relax."

"That sounds so fun. I always wanted to learn to play the piano."

I saw his eyes look past me and when I turned around, I saw that the bar had a piano in the corner when I heard him finally reply, "Why don't I show you."

"Really? Are you sure?" I said surprised.

He stepped out of his bar stool, indicated his hand towards the piano, and said, "Lead the way."

Giving him a playful look, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and began walking to the piano. My stilettos clicked against the floor and I glanced behind me to see if he was following me. I immediately could tell that he was staring at my ass and I blushed heavily again. So that was why he wanted me to go first. My ass was barely covered by the faux leather shorts and it seemed like he couldn't stop ogling. Feeling emboldened, I slowed down my steps and carefully walked so that I could show off more of my butt to him.

When we arrived at the piano, he sat down on the bench and had me sit next to him when he said, "This song's for you."

He immediately placed his hands on the keys and then started to play a soft and sweet-sounding melody. I was amazed at his skill and I knew that I had a look of wonder on my face. He looked over at me while he played and I met his gaze while he smiled charmingly at me. I felt so special that he was playing for me and it made me even more attracted to him.

His song finally finished and once the final note was played, I raised my hands to softly clap in excitement while I said, "That was amazing!"

He gave me a cheerful bow, smiled brightly at me, and replied, "Why don't you help me play the next song?"

"Oh no, I'm really bad. I have like, no musical talent," I started to say while still smiling brightly at him.

"That's not true. Here, let me show you," he said supportively.

Reaching out, he grabbed my hand and gently lowered it to the piano keys. His strong touch made me feel like a lightning bolt raced through me. I was surprised that such a simple touch could turn me on so much. I looked over at him with passion in my eyes and I wondered if his body reacted the same way when he touched mine.

"Now, when I tell you, press down this key, and then this key, ok?" he said softly.

Unable to say anything at the moment, I simply nodded my head. He let go of my hand and started to play a new melody. It was as soothing and magical as the first one and I almost got lost in the music before I remembered that I was meant to assist. Partway through playing, he looked over at me and after he pressed a specific key, he nodded to me. I pressed the two keys like he taught me and it fit the song perfectly!

"Perfect Yumiko!" he praised me and I beamed in confidence.

He continued to play and there were a few more times he indicated to me to play my notes and each time I felt a rush of excitement that I was helping him play the song. I had no idea how such a talented, sweet, tall, sexy guy like him was still single after all these years.

Eventually, the song ended and at the very end, he nodded to me to play my two notes, which ended the song. Once it was done, we both exclaimed in happiness and softly laughed. His muscular arm stretched out behind me and his hand softly gripped my arm and he pulled me into him in a side hug.

I felt my body press against his powerful frame and my eyes widened while I blushed deeply. My head rested against his muscular chest and I immediately smelled his wonderful, musky scent. Arousal exploded within me. I felt my nipples harden against my bra and my thong dampened from my pussy juices. I felt so warm and safe within his grasp. My mind was swirling between the different emotions and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his massive cock press hard against his pants. I was clearly not the only one aroused.

He kissed the top of my head, making my heart flutter before releasing my arm and said, "What do you say? Should we play another song? Maybe you can help more this time?"

Lifting my head off his chest, I looked at him with affection and said, "I'd love to."

Keeping his arm wrapped around me, he grabbed both of my hands, moved them to different keys, and said, "Alright, this time, you'll press these keys with one hand, and this other key with your other. Like this."

My fingers played a small series of notes, but it was honestly a little hard to hear them with my heart beating so loud in my head. Finally pulling his arm away from my body, he adjusted his hands back on the keys and played another song. Instead of the fun melody of the last two songs, this one sounded a bit more serious and romantic.

Just like before, he nodded to me to play my notes and with slightly shaking hands, I played the way he taught me. The notes sounded harmonious with his and when he brightly smiled at me again, I basked in his glow. The song finished and I felt a rush of excitement mixing alongside my arousal. I don't think I ever had so much fun on a date before. Wait, was this a date? I wasn't sure, but this felt just so...right.

Smiling widely, his hands left the piano and one hand lowered to my thigh, right above my knee while he said, "That was great! I couldn't have asked for a more perfect partner either."

His flirtatious words made me blush again and I couldn't help but look away in my embarrassment. I wanted to say something back, but his hand started to squeeze the soft skin of my thigh gently, causing my mind to become a jumbled mess. His hand rose up higher and began to squeeze my bare, mid-thigh and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in arousal. I finally looked back up at his face and saw his eyes filled with lust.

"You were a good mentor. I think there is a lot you can teach me," I said softly, lost in his bright eyes.

Once the words came out of my mouth, my mind became drowned in embarrassment. I couldn't believe I said something like that to him! Why was I acting like Usagi would all of a sudden? While my mind was in turmoil, I felt his hand raise even higher on my bare thigh. His hand was just inches from my now wet pussy and his strong touch made my body shiver. I had a strong, innate desire to kiss him but I was too shy to do anything.

"Well, it's getting late. We should probably head back," he said in his deep voice.

"O--ok," I stammered out.

He stood up from the piano bench after releasing my thigh and walked behind me. I wanted to stand up and follow him, but I needed a moment to calm my body down. Tyler soon appeared on my other side and reached out a hand to help me stand up. I smiled widely at his gesture and marveled at how sweet and gentlemanly he was treating me. I reached out my hand to grab his and gladly accepted his assistance while grabbing my purse.

Once I stood next to him, his hand fell away from mine, but he raised a bent arm towards me and said, "Shall we?"

Looking away, I blushed again and timidly slid my hand into his bent arm. I loved how hard his arm muscles felt and we began to walk out of the bar. We arrived at the lobby elevators and during the entire walk, my heart was frantically beating in my chest. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Was he going to invite me to his room? Should I offer to go to his? My body yearned for him to explore it again, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Entering the elevator, he turned to me and asked, "What floor are you on?"

"Nine," I barely said above a whisper

He pressed my floor, and I saw him press his floor, twenty-one. The door closed and I wrestled with my timidness. He probably wanted me to make the first move, but I was too shy to say anything. I was so mad at myself and I was beating myself up mentally. If I somehow got out of this elevator and went back to my room alone, I swore I would feel like dying.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened for my floor. While I didn't have the courage to say anything, I was determined to be with him again. I slipped my hand even further through his arm and pressed my entire upper body against it. I buried my face against his ripped arm so he couldn't see it and I planted my feet. I heard him chuckle softly above me and the elevator doors slowly began to close. My heart was absolutely pounding against my chest now and so much blood was rushing through me that I felt a little dizzy. However, I was super proud of myself.

When the doors opened on his floor, we walked out, but with my head still buried against his arm. The entire walk down the hallway my heart was beating so loud that I thought that Tyler could hear it. I couldn't believe I was about to have a second encounter with a sexy, older guy. My legs shook slightly, but out of too much excitement, not trepidation.

Arriving at his door, he opened it with his key card, and we walked in. Quickly turning on the lights, I gasped when I saw inside. He didn't just have a room, but he had some sort of executive suite! There was a huge living room, a dining room, a large balcony, along with a separate bedroom. Oh my god, he had to be rich to afford a room like this! Letting go of his arm, I walked a little further in to explore in wonder.

Dropping my purse on a side table, I finally turned around to look at him. He was standing still and looked so tall while giving me an amused look. Looking away from his gaze, I pulled some of my black hair behind my ear as I walked over to stand right in front of him. I was way too shy to look at his face and kept staring at his muscular chest. I thought he would immediately begin to explore my body and take charge, but instead, he calmly stood without moving. Was he still waiting for me to make the first move?

With my hands and arms slightly trembling, I reached up and placed them against his broad, solid chest. Breathing hard, my fingers moved to his top button and slowly undid it. Lowering my hands, I undid the second button, which revealed some of his impressively muscular pecs. Still feeling too timid to look at him, I leaned my head forward and softly kissed his bare chest while my hands went to his third button. What was I doing? Why was I acting so shy around him after what we did together earlier?

After planting another kiss on his chest and loving how hard his muscles felt against my soft lips, I felt his hand touch my chin. He gently raised my head up until I was forced to look at his face. I was taken aback by how passionate his bright blue eyes looked and I swallowed deeply while staring helplessly at them. His face lowered and soon his lips reached mine in a passionate kiss. I eagerly kissed him back and it felt like fireworks were going off in my brain. My hands gripped his shirt hard as my mind was flooded with lust. Oh god, I missed this so much.

As we sucked on each other's lips, my hands continued to undo the buttons of his shirt. With the last button undone, the shirt fell away to each side of his body, and my small hands immediately began to explore his chiseled torso. My fingers squeezed against his chest before lowering and ran along his impressive abs. My hands weren't the only ones exploring though.

Tyler's strong hands gripped my tiny waist and his thumbs caressed the smooth skin of my flat stomach since my tank top was slightly cropped. He pulled me slightly further into him as our lips continued to suck on one another's. His hands started to glide up the sides of my body and caused my tank top to ride up with them while my body shivered from his touch. My bra-clad breasts were soon exposed and he squeezed them firmly, causing me to moan in my throat.

He suddenly broke our kiss, grabbed my tank top, and started to pull it higher up my body. Removing my hands from his chest, I raised my arms up so he could continue pulling it up and off my body. Tossing it to the side, he leaned forward again, but this time, he started to kiss the soft skin of my neck. I gasped in pleasure and felt one of his hands reach behind my back and quickly unhooked my bra. After grabbing it and sliding it down my arms, his hands returned to my chest and roughly squeezed my perky boobs. I moaned loudly and my body quivered in pleasure.

Thinking that he would play with my tits for a while, I was surprised when he released my breasts and his hands lowered to grip my large ass. I groaned deeply as his strong hands squeezed it roughly. How was he able to manipulate my body so easily? I felt like pudding in front of him and I knew my thong was soaked through. God, it was addicting being with him.

Releasing his lips on my neck, he gripped my ass tightly. Leaning his head back, he smoothly and easily picked me up, with my legs spread to either side of him. Carrying me further into the room, we went to the bedroom and he softly dropped me on the side of the bed. He towered in front of me and as I laid there gazing up at him, he pulled his shirt off his body, revealing his ripped physique. Fuck, his body looked incredible.