A/N: Thank you to everyone who's boarded Stopover Part Two, bound for destinations unknown!
Last chapter, I forgot to thank my source, Anonymous Airline Representatives, for sharing knowledge and providing inspiration. These stories could not have been written without you.
Lemon below... it may be kind of an unusual one.
'Come on, for God's sake, Draco. Just one bloody beer! You're not even flying tomorrow.'
Draco glanced up from the desk at his hotel room door, against which Blaise lounged with a glint in his eye. 'I'm working here.'
'No, you're not. You're killing time and hiding from Astoria until you meet Lady Lawyer for dinner and another epic shagging session.'
Draco's cheeks tinged a delicate shade of pink, which set Blaise off hooting with laughter.
'Draco and Hermione, sitting in a tree' –
'Shut up,' Draco laughed.
'F-u-c-k-i-n' –
'All right, all right! One beer.' Draco tossed his pen down and stood up.
'Atta boy,' Blaise grinned, rubbing his hands together.
'Your obligation to Astoria starts the second she sees me, I hope you realise.'
Blaise looked the picture of innocence. 'Goes without saying, mate.'
Draco eyeballed him as they got into the lift. 'You know what they say about women who don't take no for an answer.'
'No! Tell me!'
Blaise laughed while Draco banged his head against the lift's wall as they descended to the hotel's ground floor.
Hermione checked her reflection in the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall. Her hair glinted bronze in the low light, and her plump curls were behaving themselves. At least, they would behave at the beginning of the night. She recalled the state her hair was in when she went to take a shower in Captain Malfoy's – Draco's - hotel room. At least he was polite enough not to say anything. Or scream in horror.
Her make-up emphasised her toffee-coloured, expressive eyes, making them appear larger than they were. Men seem to like that. Especially when a woman was on her knees before them, looking up.
She'd coloured her plump lips a dark, bold red. Men like lips, too.
Around her neck she wore a drop choker of five thin strands of white sapphires. A much longer sixth length descended from the choker to rest amid her breasts. A not-so-subtle invitation for Draco to start at her throat – and follow the trail down. Eyes, fingers, tongue – his choice.
She wore a long-sleeved, navy-blue wrap dress that ended just about the knee. Simple, demure – except for the V neckline, which exposed more of her décolletage than would be appropriate for the office. Draco could easily see how far the drop choker descended.
She pulled on a pair of dark blue suede high-heeled sandals with a thin ankle strap and diamante clasp.
She returned to the mirror and looked at herself again.
Why am I trying so hard? she thought with irritation. Last time, all I had to do was fall at his feet in my corporate clothes.
She knew the answer, of course. But if she articulated the words, she'd have to face the uncomfortable truth.
'It's just for a couple of nights,' she whispered into the mirror. 'Just have fun.'
Her reflection looked solemnly back.
She sighed, grabbed her bag and summoned an Uber from her phone.
Blaise and Draco drank their beers standing by the bar. Perhaps it would give the impression to their colleagues that they were on their way out. Out of habit, Blaise thumbed through his Tinder app, silently rueing lost opportunities, while Draco booked an Uber.
'Happy hour makes me happy!' a familiar voice trilled behind them.
'Astoria, my lovely!' beamed Blaise, stepping aside so she could wriggle in closer to the bar. 'And don't you look good enough to eat this evening?' He lifted a perfectly-groomed eyebrow and leered suggestively at her.
She laughed. 'Dream on, Zabini.'
Draco and Blaise exchanged looks over her head as she ordered a drink from the bartender.
Sure enough, once a drink was in her hand, she turned to Draco. 'Wow. You look nice,' she purred, running a finger over his open shirt collar. 'Going out?'
Draco grinned. 'Got it in one, lovely.'
Astoria's smile froze. 'Oh?' she said nonchalantly. 'Tinder hook-up?'
Draco's eyes twinkled over his beer bottle. 'Nope. Tinder will have to do without me for another night.'
She still wasn't satisfied. 'Didn't think you knew anyone here.'
Draco drained his beer and glanced at his phone. 'Just a friend,' he said. 'Anyway, my Uber's pulling up outside. Have a great night, you two.' He winked at Blaise, who scowled half-heartedly back. Then he left the bar.
Astoria, as always, watched his arse hungrily, looking divine in a pair of tailored black dress trousers. She turned back to the bar and took a swig of her cocktail. 'So, Blaise,' she said lightly.
'Yes, Tori? May I call you that?'
She shrugged. 'Does Draco's friend have a cunt?'
Blaise looked at her with mock disappointment. 'Oh, Tori, Tori. What a cuntish thing to say.'
She glared at him and downed the rest of her drink in one.
Draco watched Hermione enter the restaurant's bar.
As she walked towards him, he thought: She's a witch. She must be. Because she has totally, completely and utterly fucking bewitched me. She's barely walked through the door and I'm as hard as stone.
She approached him with a self-conscious smile. 'Hello again.'
He blinked, remembered his manners and smiled back. 'Hermione, hello. You look beautiful.'
They kissed each other on both cheeks. But just as she was about to pull away, Draco lightly held her arm and whispered in her ear 'You're not getting out this restaurant without me fucking you. Just so you know.'
Her eyes widened in shock.
His mouth quirked up in a grin. 'Shall we?' He held out his arm. She placed a slightly trembling hand on his, and they followed the maître 'd into the restaurant.
Hermione absent-mindedly twirled the stem of her wine glass, distracted.
Draco smirked. 'Penny for 'em.'
'Oh!' She looked up and blushed. Then she smiled. 'How were your flights?'
His smirk grew bigger. 'That's what was distracting you?'
She matched his smirk. 'Prove to me it wasn't.'
He laughed. 'No, I doubt I could compete with a lawyer when it comes to proof and evidence.'
She looked smug. 'Very wise.'
Over dinner at their cosy corner table, she said 'I hope you don't mind, but I have some questions about your industry that somehow I never got the chance to ask when we first met.'
Draco smiled and took a sip of wine. 'Ask me anything.'
She briefly closed her eyes and nibbled on her lower lip, thinking.
Draco clenched his teeth. He could barely tear his eyes away from her. Everything about her made his balls ache. Her beautiful eyes. Her plump, red lips that were going to be wrapped around his cock in a couple of hours. The choker around her neck – Christ, that just about had him on his knees. He wanted to introduce her to breath play. Maybe tonight, if she was willing.
And then, that torturous length of sparkling necklace that trailed down her sternum and dipped in between her creamy breasts.
She probably thought he was joking about fucking her in this restaurant.
But he was deadly serious.
He took a large sip of chilled water.
'Okay.' Hermione scooped up a forkful of artichoke and feta tart. 'What's the worst near-miss you've experienced?'
Ah. The distraction of work. He thought for a minute, then began to speak.
'I have another one.' Hermione's eyes were sparkling.
'Go for it.'
'Have you joined the Mile High Club?'
Draco smirked. 'Sorry, I'm not familiar with that term.'
She laughed. 'Pull the other one.'
He leaned forward, still smirking, and lowered his voice. 'Yes. When I was off-duty.'
'Oh. I think I'm disappointed.'
'Oh well, if you don't want to hear about it' –
'Oh no, you don't!' She leaned forward. 'Spill.'
'Okay… about five years ago I was heading back to Heathrow from Morocco. Sitting next to me was a lovely woman, a little older than me, a frequent flier who I was on nodding terms with. She told me I was her 'favourite' pilot, and I said something cheesy like 'Want to be my favourite passenger?'
'It was a night flight, and the plane was a little over half-full. We found some seats where we weren't surrounded by passengers and put a blanket over our lower halves. She unzipped my trousers and stroked me with her hand while I pushed her panties to one side and fingered her pussy.'
Hermione's eyebrows were raised. 'Does that count as joining the Mile High Club?' she asked doubtfully.
He grinned. 'You tell me. I believe a person joins the Mile High Club when they have sex with another person in a plane. Are handjobs or fingering examples of having sex, my very sexy lawyer?'
Hermione frowned. 'Um, I guess they would be called sexual acts…'
'Not to worry. I haven't finished my story.'
She rolled her eyes, smiling. 'I should have known.'
'We headed to the toilets. There was totally no room to remove clothing, and it was too risky to waste time on that, anyway. The flight attendants can open a locked toilet from the outside.'
'You're joking!' said Hermione, her mouth a perfect 'O'.
'Nope. What if someone had a medical emergency in there? They'd have to get to the passenger somehow.'
She nodded. 'Go on. I'm curious about the logistics.'
He laughed. 'It wasn't easy. Luckily, she was wearing a dress, so she knelt on the closed toilet seat and lifted it over her hips. I unzipped my trousers, took out my cock, pulled her panties aside and fucked her hard and fast. The thrill of possible discovery added to the mood, and we both came pretty quickly. Had to keep our voices down, though.'
'Wow,' Hermione said. 'And no-one saw you?'
'Oh, no. We were seen entering and leaving the toilet.'
'What happened?'
'Later on, I went for a spin around the cabin to stretch my legs. One of the flight attendants pulled me into a galley and - with a big smile on her face, I might add - welcomed me to the Mile High Club, then whispered 'you're the fourth pilot she's done the Mile High with, you know. Along with two male flight attendants.'
Hermione, who had just taken a sip of wine, spat it out in surprise and dissolved into laughter. 'So you weren't her 'favourite' pilot after all.'
He winked. 'That's okay. She wasn't my favourite passenger, either.'
'Would you do it again?'
'No,' he conceded. 'At least, not in a toilet.'
'How about the crew's quarters?'
'True, there's half a dozen narrow beds, but sod all privacy. However, if you don't mind an audience…'
'Too advanced for me,' Hermione smiled. 'What about the flight deck, when the First Officer isn't there?'
'Not anymore,' Draco said. 'Safety and anti-terrorism laws have made it illegal for a civilian to enter the flight deck while the plane's in operation. We've got cameras and everything now.'
She pouted. 'What about the good old days when little passenger Johnny was escorted by a stewardess to the cockpit so he could have a good fossick around and pepper the pilots with questions?'
'Thing of the past, I'm afraid,' Draco said wistfully. 'That's how I caught the flying bug. I wonder how many potential pilots' careers we've scotched?'
'Maybe they became lawyers instead.'
Draco burst out laughing.
'Want dessert?'
Hermione thought. Sex on a full stomach is not fun. She stood up. 'I'm going to the Ladies'. I'll just share what you're having, is that okay?'
Draco smiled slowly. 'It's more than okay.'
She raised an eyebrow at his oddly sultry reply, collected her bag and headed to the bathrooms.
Draco ordered dessert, checked his phone (no SOS texts from Blaise; good news) and slowly stood up.
Hermione exited the stall and went to the basins to wash her hands. A little old lady finished drying hers and tottered out of the bathroom. The door shrieked on its hinges as it opened, and again as it closed.
She searched in her bag for her compact.
Suddenly, two hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against the hard body of an obviously aroused man.
She yelped in fright and looked in the mirror. It was Draco, with a dangerous look in his eyes. Her heart hammered. 'Christ, you scared me!' she gasped. 'What are you even doing' –
'I told you you're not getting out this restaurant without me fucking you,' he murmured.
Her hammering heart leapt into her throat – while her pussy turned to liquid. 'You've got to be joking,' she retorted, even as she knew damn well that he wasn't.
'Think about the Mile High Club story,' he whispered, grasping her breasts. 'Hard, fast, hot.' His hands drifted to the hem of her dress.
'Wait!' she gasped. Her body was sending her two different messages – run away; spread her legs. She couldn't think.
'Safe word applies,' he said in a low voice.
Hermione remembered how she felt last time, when he asked her to nominate a safe word. She knew that if she told him to stop, he would. Without question.
How could she feel so safe with someone so dangerous?
She took a deep breath, and let it out. 'If I'm ready for you.'
Quickly, his cool fingers climbed under her dress and traced over her panties. Hooking them to one side, he brushed the lips of her smooth, beautiful pussy. Hermione jolted, like she'd been zapped with electricity.
'You're soaking, beautiful girl,' he whispered.
Hermione met his cerulean eyes in the mirror – then leaned over the counter and braced herself. 'Fuck me,' she whispered.
Within a second, Draco's huge, hard cock plunged into her cunt. Hermione clenched her teeth together to stop a loud moan escaping from her throat. She closed her eyes, feeling his hard thrusts and retreats.
'Look in the mirror,' he gritted.
Shaking, she did, meeting his arousal-darkened eyes as he stroked, hard, in and out of her. Oh, God. This was the riskiest thing she'd ever done in her normally prim and proper life. The fear of discovery almost had her sobbing – but the ecstasy that this gorgeous, enigmatic man was building up in her morphed that fear into an incredible arousal. She was going to come. She could feel it.
Draco felt it, too. 'Good girl,' he whispered, fucking her impossibly harder. 'Come over my cock, love, coat it.'
She clenched her teeth so hard she wouldn't have been surprised if any cracked. She would not, would not make a sound. Not even if it killed her.
'Fuck, yes,' Draco whispered by her ear as her pussy clamped down on his cock and her body trembled.
He orgasmed inside her in silence, pulsing hard into her body.
He withdrew and pulled her panties back into place. She grabbed some tissues from the bench. He took them from her and cleaned himself up before zipping up his trousers and rinsing his fingers.
'No,' he said, grabbing her arm when she reached for the tissues again.
She looked at him in alarm. 'But you came' –
He turned her around and kissed her, savouring her taste, mixed with wine. 'From now until we get back to my hotel, you are not to spill a single drop of my come,' he said in a low, intense voice.
Hermione's mouth fell open. He actually meant it, the bastard.
'And if I do?' she asked, with a little wobble to her voice.
The door creaked open, and a woman strode in. She pulled up in surprise. 'Oh!'
Draco ignored her. Putting his lips to Hermione's ear, he breathed 'You will be punished.'
With that, he turned and strode out of the bathroom, saying 'Good evening!' to the surprised woman.
Hermione immediately clamped her thighs together and scrabbled for her bag.
The woman peered at her with concern. 'Are you all right?'
Hermione nodded, and did her best to smile. 'Yes, thank you. Everything's fine.'
Not quite convinced, the woman entered a stall, while Hermione walked, with small steps, out of the bathroom.
Draco was already at their table, eating a dark chocolate fondant pudding when Hermione gingerly took her seat.
He looked up and smiled. 'Want some?' he asked, indicating the dessert.
She glared at him. He'd asked the fucking impossible of her. She'd clenched her thighs together and contracted her pelvic floor muscles, even squeezed her buttocks together. And she could still feel his come slowly pool in the gusset of her panties. If any did spill out, it would stain her dress. Being navy blue, she could hope the stain wouldn't show.
She picked up her wineglass and drained it. Then she held it out to him. 'I would like another glass, please,' she said with frosty politeness.
He smirked, and poured the remainder of the bottle into her glass. 'You look like you need it.'
She leaned over and scowled. 'You'll keep,' she gritted.
Draco raised a small spoonful of the gooey, decadent pudding to her lips.
She seethed, but – if she ate it, they'd be out of here faster. She opened her mouth, and he slid the spoon inside.
She closed her eyes in bliss. God, that was good. Sex and chocolate. She swallowed, and opened her eyes – to find Draco grinning. 'I'm still pissed at you,' she grumbled.
'Oh, I know,' he said, his grin never faltering.
They finished the dessert, and Hermione took larger-than-usual sips of her wine. Draco picked up a strawberry that was used to decorate the dessert plate. He leaned closer to Hermione. 'This strawberry has given me an idea.'
Oh, God.
'And what, pray tell, would that be?' she asked archly.
He slowly twirled the berry in his fingers. 'It's a variation of chocolate-dipped strawberries. Instead of dipping them into chocolate – which has its merits, I admit – I dip them into your delicious, wet pussy, filled with my come. Our two juices combined, coating this pink, plump berry.' He looked at her, and popped the fruit into his mouth. 'Yum.'
Hermione was lost for words. 'I think you're wasted as an airline pilot,' she eventually said. 'You could probably make millions as an international, jet-setting gigolo, servicing the rich, lonely and submissive women of Europe.'
He sighed happily. 'My dream job.'
She couldn't help it. She started laughing. And then quickly stopped, because that just sped gravity up somehow.
'Ready to go?' Draco asked softly.
'Hell, yes.'
Back in the hotel bar, Pansy looked over her shoulder, then sighed into her Sauvignon Blanc. 'She's at it again.'
Blaise peered around her and found Astoria sitting in the lap of a businessman, giggling inanely and leaning forward to simper at and flash her boobs to the other businessmen at the table, slopping her drink everywhere. She looked like a one-woman wet t-shirt competition.
He sighed. 'Theo…'
Theo snorted. 'No way. It was my turn last time.'
'You're her manager!' Blaise said, exasperated.
'You're the First Officer. That puts you in charge in the Captain's absence.'
Blaise grumbled a few swearwords under his breath, then stood up. They never taught you about this shit on the Captain's course he was studying for.
As he neared the businessmen's table, he slapped a confident, diasarming grin on his face, the type he reserved for frantic flyers who freaked out at the slightest noise or change in altitude. 'So sorry, gentlemen, I thought I had a firmer leash on her.' He held out a hand to Astoria, who peered at it and stuck her nose up in the air.
The businessman with the occupied lap bared his teeth and wrapped his hand around her waist. 'She seems to be quite happy here.'
Oh, so tempting, thought Blaise. But she'll wake up tomorrow morning with a massive hangover and a raw pussy and arse from being gang-banged by a bunch of flabby suits, and that won't do anything for her mood.
Also, Draco will skin me.
'I agree, she looks to be settled in for the night, but I just received a text to say her husband's on his way back to the hotel, so I thought she should be informed of that, at the very least.'
Astoria looked up at Blaise. 'Husband?' she slurred.
'Yes, you silly goose,' Blaise beamed. 'Draco. Your husband. My best mate.'
Her eyes lit up. 'Draco!' she squealed, and leapt off the businessman's lap. The businessman draped his jacket over his crotch to hide his boner and scowled at Blaise.
Blaise grasped Astoria's arm before she disappeared into the bowels of the hotel and he lost her forever. 'Terribly sorry,' he said, eyeing the businessman's jacket with concealed amusement. 'Come on, Tori, let's head up to your room, eh?'
With his arm firmly around Astoria's waist, he steered her out of the bar, mouthing 'taking her up' to Theo and Pansy as they went past.
They finger-waved back and giggled into their drinks.
Astoria stumbled around her hotel bedroom. 'I wanna go for a swim!' she cried.
Blaise poured a glass of water from the bathroom basin. 'No, you don't.'
She ignored him. 'Where's my suitcase?' she called. Then he heard some alarming banging and crashing noises.
He entered the bedroom and pulled her out from behind the desk. 'Come on, drink this.'
She peered at it with suspicion. 'What is it?'
'Vodka.'
Her eyes lit up. 'Yum!' She downed the lot in three big gulps.
Blaise smiled. 'Another?'
'Yes, please.' Then she stuck out her tongue and ran it along her lips. 'It hasn't got any taste.'
'It's a brand-new product. Practically indistinguishable from water.' Blaise headed into the bathroom again.
'Wow. That's so clever.'
Blaise smiled as he ran the tap. At least she wasn't an emotional or violent drunk.
'Here you go,' he said, stepping into the bedroom. 'Um – what are you doing?'
Astoria had peeled her booze-stained top off her body and was shimmying out of her tight leather trousers. 'Going for a swim.'
Blaise sighed. 'Drink this first.'
'Goody!' Standing in her delicate bra and matching thong, she held the glass in two hands and sculled it. Then she held it out to Blaise. 'Can I have another?'
'I think we'll pace you,' he said. Then – 'For fuck's sake Tori, where are you going?'
She opened the hotel room door. 'I told you. I'm going for a swim.'
He got in between the door and herself and closed it. 'No, you're not.'
She stamped her still-heeled foot. 'But I want to!'
Blaise crossed his arms. 'Think of something else to do.'
She looked down at her feet, wobbling slightly and humming off-tune. Then she looked up and smiled. 'I want to play 'Let's Pretend!''
He raised a wary eyebrow. 'How does that go?'
She smiled, and skipped over to him. He was mesmerised by the bounce of her considerable breasts, threatening to spill out of her demi-cup bra. 'It's easy! I'll pretend to be Astoria' –
'Um' –
She poked a manicured nail at his chest. 'And you can pretend to be Draco!' In a nanosecond, she pushed her gorgeous, mostly nude body up close against his. 'I want you to fuck me, Draco,' she whispered, staring into his eyes and looking scarily sober.
Blaise's head fell back against the door. He was going to demand a curriculum review of the Captain's course.
In the back seat of the Uber, Hermione watched the neon-lit buildings pass by. Her hands were holding her bag, which was sitting on her lap. Her legs were close together. Very close.
Draco sat in the passenger seat, exchanging small talk with the driver, who was thrilled to have an airline pilot as a passenger, and asked question after question.
Occasionally, Draco flicked his head back to look at Hermione. Each time, she gave no indication that she saw. She looked serene. But she was charged. Her very hair looked like it could start a wildfire.
His cock only had a temporary reprieve after he came inside her at the restaurant. It was soon rock-hard again. In the dim non-light of the car, Draco reached for his phone, surreptitiously adjusting his erection.
They were five minutes away from the hotel.
So... what do you think? Is Blaise going to take advantage of a drunk Astoria? Is Hermione going to pass Draco's challenge? Does anyone have a hankering for a career in the airline industry?
