"Attention ladies and gentlemen." A chime sounded and the fasten seat belt light came on just as the stewardess began speaking. "The captain has informed me we're beginning our descent. Please place your seats in the upright position and check that your seatbelts are fastened."
Karen fumbled for the ends of her belt, and then clicked them together. She tugged a few times to make sure the belt was secure. Outside of the airplane's window she could see the fringe of the cloud front ahead in the distance--clear beyond that, it would be sunny where they touched down. As for now, it appeared they would be submerged in the clouds before reaching their destination.
The clouds came up beneath them, and wispy tree tips brushed by, wrenching a fearful shudder from Karen. Suddenly the plane became fully consumed in the whiteness of clouds, obscuring her vision.
Holy shit. Was the pilot navigating between the trees? She really didn't want to know and was glad she couldn't see.
To the sound of landing gear locking in place and the jolting of the plane, Karen closed her eyes. She had no desire to watch when they burst through the bottom of the clouds and dropped through the skies. She instead let her thoughts drift to images of her erotic, reoccurring dreams.
It began several months back, with the sound of voices beckoning her, though she really couldn't understand what they were saying. But the lilt was so alluring, sensual and exciting, that Karen couldn't help but call to the voices speaking from somewhere in the darkness. This happened a few more times until finally, a shadowy image emerged. The essence embraced Karen and draped her body, the touch of it so firm and comforting that she relaxed immediately, enjoying the arousing sensation and thorough exploration of what felt like lips kissing her mouth, hands kneading her breasts and a palm rubbing her between the thighs.
But he withdrew from her before she peaked.
Karen marveled at the wet dream, admitting that she'd never had one so intense and so vividly realistic before.
He came back to her.
Though the image was still a blur, this second time Karen could actually feel the strong, masculine form. Instead of shrinking away as she normally would have with physical contact, Karen responded with pleasure to the hard body firmly wrapping and tangling with hers. Withdrawing and vanishing again, the dream disintegrated before Karen could experience her climax. It was exasperating, but also enticing, and Karen worried that she was becoming too preoccupied with a mere dream. Still she had to sleep, and she couldn't help what happened in her dreams.
Was it so wrong that she enjoyed it?
It's not like she was getting sexual stimulation anywhere else. So what was the big deal? If only he would just let her cum. He never let her have an orgasm, but only took her to the brink and then left her, fully clothed, frustrated and craving more. Despite that, she always looked forward to his return.
He did always return, bringing her to heights of arousal, each time seeming more powerful and passionate than the last. As usual he retreated before her passion could be fully realized and without her knowing what he looked like.
But this last dream, the one Karen experienced on the plane was different. Instead of the ghostly images of an ethereal lover, she saw more vividly, solid and realistically than ever before. Hard and muscled, hands gripped her all over. Full lips that held no boundaries, kissed her in more than a single place at one time. And there was no mistaking the hard erection thrusting at her in front, but also from behind, pressing her firmly in between.
"God, those eyes," Karen murmured and then grimaced when she lifted her lids to see Jillia peeking over the top of the seat.
Karen shrugged. "Alternate personality?"
A discerning smirked formed on Jillia's mouth causing Karen a twinge of suspicion. What does she think she knows?
Karen wrinkled her brow, but Jillia didn't comment as she turned back around. Dismissing it as being nothing, Karen closed her eyes and returned to her thoughts. It took little effort to the gather the images of what she saw. Sparkling blue eyes like topaz, he gazed at her as he kissed her. A hand grasped her beneath the chin, breaking the kiss and turning her head aside. She saw deeper blue eyes, like sapphires. But it was the gold that rimmed the irises that caught her notice. Whatever the color, they were stunningly captivating. They captured her gaze, taking possession, searing her pounding heart with the promise of ecstasy. And there was no mistaking the lust that sizzled within those ethereal eyes, wanting, desiring her, adoring and admiring her in a way that no one ever had before. The images, the sensual whispers were acutely clear, so much so that Karen was able to visually distinguish almost everything she was feeling. And she didn't know whether to be frightened or aroused by it.
Or to be disturbed.
Karen swallowed hard and opened her eyes just as they broke through the clouds. Sunshine burst forth. Brilliant and diversely green flora covered the Amazon landscape for as far as she could see.
The forceful pressure that she could feel all over her body at once.
Karen's chest heaved with her heavy breathing.
Outside the window, the winding Amazon River, darting in and out of the jungle's trees below came into view as they rushed toward the ground.
Karen gripped the arms of the seat as the plane aligned with the runway below. Her stomach flipped and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Oh my god.
The aircraft jerked as it touched down, rattling and rushing forward.
It screeched to a stop.
And so did Karen's erratically beating heart.
The man in her dreams, masculine and demanding, the man that insinuated himself on Karen's body bringing her to the pinnacle of frenzied lust wasn't one man at all.
He was two.