Not Yet Yours

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Liam

W e reach the front of the building. It’s tiny really, there are no lounges, no bars or restaurants, just a security point and a vending machine selling water, soda, and a few snacks.

My driver gets out and opens Harriet’s door for her. I open my own door and we both move around to the trunk where my driver is getting our luggage out. He hands me my suitcase and my laptop bag and then he lifts out Harriet’s bag and I take that too before he can offer it to Harriet.

I thank him and confirm my pick-up time for our return and then Harriet and I step into the small building. A woman smiles at us as we enter.

“Mr. Monroe, how lovely to see you,” she greets me.

“Hi Kelly,” I say. “This is Harriet. Harriet, this is Kelly. She works here.”

It feels like a kind of pointless introduction, but it also feels rude not to make it. The two women smile at each other and then I show Kelly my paperwork to confirm my plane’s details even though she knows which one is mine, it’s just protocol. She then hand scans our luggage and checks both of our passports.

“Everything is in order. Have a nice flight Mr. Monroe, Ms. Rain,” Kelly says, having read Harriet’s surname off her passport.

“Thank you,” we both say and then we head through the door-marked entrance.

We walk down a short corridor, open a door, and are outside in the area where several planes wait to be boarded. I spot mine immediately and my pilot sees me and gives me a wave. By the time we walk over to the plane, my pilot is at the top of the steps along with one of my air stewardesses.

We walk up the steps and I exchange greetings with the pilot, Marcus, and the air stewardess, Shana. I take our luggage and stow it in the inside hold, then Harriet and I go and sit down.

“Ready whenever you are, Marcus,” I say, and Marcus gives me a nod and goes through to the cockpit while Shana secures the door and checks our seatbelts are fastened. She goes toward the cockpit but turns off into the staff area on the right before she gets there.

Marcus’s voice comes over the speaker announcing our imminent departure and telling us to have a good flight and within minutes of him speaking, we are taxiing toward the runway. Harriet takes my hand and squeezes it.

“I can’t believe this,” she says, beaming in excitement. “I thought the limo was something but a private plane. Wow.”

The plane takes off and we climb and climb and then even out and I click my seatbelt open. Harriet does the same and a second later, Shana appears.

“Can I get either of you anything to eat or drink?” she asks.

“Do you want to eat now or later?” I ask Harriet.

“Later,” she says. “It’s a bit early, isn’t it?”

I nod in agreement.

“Just two glasses of champagne please, Shana,” I say.

Shana nods and goes toward the bar behind us.

“I know before you say anything, it’s a bit early for that as well,” I say to Harriet. “But one won’t hurt.”

She smiles at me and shrugs her shoulders.

“Yeah, no harm in one drink,” she agrees.

Shana soon returns, two flutes of champagne on a tray in her hand with a bowl of strawberries on it.

“I took the liberty of bringing you some strawberries too,” Shana says. “You can’t beat them with champagne.”

“Thank you,” I say. I gesture at the table before us, and Shana puts the bowl and both glasses on it. “Listen, Shana, it’s a pretty short flight and we won’t be needing anything else now except some privacy, so please feel free to go and have a nap or read or whatever you want to do.”

“Thank you,” Shana says. “Let me just return the tray to the bar area and I’ll get out of your hair.

She moves back to the bar and seconds later, she passes our seats again with a curt nod and then she disappears off toward the staff area again. I take my glass and tap it against Harriet’s.

“To us,” I say. “And this break.”

“Cheers,” Harriet says.

We both drink and the champagne is particularly good, perfectly chilled and crisp on my tongue. I pick a strawberry up and dip it in my champagne, but instead of biting it, I hold it out toward Harriet’s mouth. She smiles and then looks me in the eye and wraps her lips around it. I feel my cock responding to the look in her eyes as she sucks the champagne off the strawberry and then bites it. She makes a mmm sound.

“Shana wasn’t wrong about this being good,” she says. “Here you try it.”

I don’t tell her I have had the combination a million times because I don’t want to dampen her enthusiasm, so instead, I just let her dip a strawberry into her glass and when she puts it in my mouth I bite it. The strawberries don’t last long with us feeding them to each other and then we finish our drinks. I put the glasses on the table in front of us with the empty bowl and then I grin at Harriet.

“So, what do you say to joining the mile-high club?” I say with a wink.

“No way,” she says, but she’s laughing, and I can see by the twinkle in her eye that she is tempted by the idea. “What if Shana comes back? Or the pilot?”

“They won’t,” I say. “Well, Shana will come back when we’re due to land, but we have plenty of time. And the pilot won’t come back here. He’s kind of busy flying the plane.”

Harriet thinks for a moment and then she takes hold of the armrest between us and pushes it up, she half stands up as she turns toward me and then she sits across my lap again. I cup her ass cheeks with my hands, and we kiss. She tastes of champagne and strawberry, and I push my tongue into her mouth while I explore her body with my hands. Harriet kisses me back deeply and passionately for a minute and then she pulls away and before I can ask her if she’s ok, she moves herself backward off my lap and kneels on the ground at my feet.

She reaches up and opens my jeans and I lift my ass up and she pulls them down along with my boxers. She pushes them down past my knees and then she pulls my knees apart and shuffles forward. She gets a hold of my rock-hard cock and puts her mouth on the tip and sucks me into her mouth.

Her mouth is warm, her lips soft and inviting. She swirls her tongue around my length as she sucks on me, and I feel the roughness of the top of her tongue and the smoothness of the underside of it, and the two sensations clash together, sending pleasure up through my cock and into my body. She sucks noisily, like she’s savoring the taste of me, and knowing that she likes the way I taste turns me on almost as much as her sucking on me does.

Her hot little mouth brings me almost to the point where I can’t stop myself from coming anymore and then she takes it away and stands back up. For a second, I miss her mouth on my cock, but it is literally only for a second, because that’s how long it takes her to straddle me, move her panties to one side and push herself down onto my cock, impaling herself on it.

Harriet begins to lift herself up and down on me, her hands on my shoulders. She’s looking me in the eye as she moves, and I can see how turned on she is by the glint in her eyes. I put my hands on her hips and move with her, stretching her slick entrance.

I’m not going to last much longer because Harriet feels so fucking amazing with her tight pussy wrapped around me, and I still have the memory of her tongue lapping away at me. I don’t want to leave Harriet unsatisfied, so I take a hand off her hip and go up underneath her skirt. I push her panties even further to the side and I play with her clit in time with our thrusts.

She wraps her arms around me and holds me tightly against her as she comes, her face pressed into my shoulder so that when she moans, it muffles the sound. Her pussy clenches around me and I let myself orgasm. Pleasure floods me and I hold Harriet against me as I fill her until she is leaking down my balls. I start to come down from my orgasm as Harriet stands up and puts her panties and skirt right. I stand up and pull up my jeans and boxers. I fasten my jeans, sit back down, and grin at Harriet.

“Welcome to the club,” I say.

“I’m honored to be a member,” she laughs as she takes her seat next to me again.

A few minutes pass and I look at my watch.

“We should be landing soon,” I say. “Half an hour or so.”

“Cool,” Harriet says, smiling excitedly. “Do you have to go off and have meetings and stuff?”

“Not really,” I say. “I have to meet with the manager for five minutes and that’s it really. My team has taken care of the survey and the finances and everything. Once I’ve had a quick chat with the manager, I want to have a look around the place and then I’m all yours for the night.”

I cringe inwardly at my choice of words. It sounds like I’m coming on a bit too strong, and I wait for Harriet to withdraw from me, but instead, she smiles.

“That sounds good,” she says. “I wouldn’t mind coming on the tour of the place if that’s ok?”

“Sure,” I say. “But be aware I will have to introduce you as my girlfriend because quite frankly I refuse to introduce you as a friend with benefits or a fuck buddy to a professional associate.”

Harriet laughs and nods.

“I mean yeah, I get that,” she says.

It’s not too much longer before the pilot is on the speaker again, informing us that we will be landing within the next few minutes and to make sure our seatbelts are fastened.

Shana appears as he’s talking and quickly moves our empty glasses and the bowl back to the bar area and then she comes and checks that our seatbelts are fastened. She makes small talk, checking if we’ve had a nice flight and when she’s satisfied that we are satisfied, she goes back to the staff area to take her seat for landing.

We land smoothly and the pilot taxis off the runway to the arrivals section of the tarmac. Shana reappears once we stop moving and opens the plane door. Harriet goes to get up, but I motion at her to stay seated.

“An official will come on board and check our passports so that we don’t have to go through the airport,” I explain.

“Oh, wow, you’re like a movie star or something,” Harriet says. and I laugh.

“Definitely the or something part,” I say.

The official appears as promised. He quickly checks our passports and then welcomes us to Mexico and wishes us a good trip.

We thank him and then he gets off the plane and Marcus comes back to confirm the details of our flight plan for the next day. Once that is done, I grab our bags and we get off the plane and head to the car I have waiting for us. The driver comes to meet us at the trunk and stows our bags as we get into the car. It’s not a limo this time, but it’s a nice car and the interior is cool after the Mexican heat due to the driver leaving the engine running and the seats are comfortable. I tell the driver where we’re going, and he puts the car in gear and we pull away.

Harriet watches out of the window as we drive.

“Have you been abroad before?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says. “But not here. Max and I went on a few home turf adventures when we were younger. We had some epic spring breaks in Miami and Myrtle Beach, but I think the best one was the year we saved hard and went to Belize.”

“That sounds fun,” I say.

“Yeah, it was. Where did you go?” she asks.

“I never went abroad for spring break,” I say. “I was twenty-five before I went abroad. And with it being the first time, I went somewhere really far away and exotic.”

“Oh, where?” Harriet says.

I grin knowing she is expecting me to say something like Italy or Greece or something like that.

“Canada,” I say, and Harriet laughs, and punches me in the arm playfully.

We chat a bit more about our time out of the country and then our driver pulls up to the curb and announces that we have arrived at our destination. We get out of the car and while the driver gets our bags out of the trunk, I stand back and admire the front of the hotel. It is clean and in good repair. So far so good.

I take our bags from the driver and thank him and confirm the pickup for tomorrow and then Harriet and I go inside the hotel. The lobby is big and airy and welcoming enough. The seating area looks a little bit dated, the arms on the cloth couches are a bit worn and I make a mental note that those will need replacing. The rest seems fine though, which is another good thing.

I approach the check-in desk and get us checked in and we go to our room. I put the bags down.

“I’m just going to have a quick look and make sure everything is in order,” I tell Harriet. She nods and sits down on the bed.

“Well, the bed is comfy enough,” she says.

“Good,” I reply.

I look around the room. It’s fairly standard, a bed with clean, white bedding, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, and a small couch with a coffee table in front of it. I look inside the drawers and the wardrobe and all of them are clean and serviceable. I check the bathroom next. There’s a bath with a shower, a big sink area, and a toilet. It all looks clean and modern and in good repair.

I’m impressed so far. If all the rooms are to this standard, then there isn’t much to be done in terms of modernizing or decorating. My team will go over everything and fix any found issues like scuffs on the walls, that kind of thing, and they will put our accents of color in place, but that’s to be expected even in a new build.

“Do you still want to come on the tour?” I ask Harriet.

She nods, and we leave the room and go back down to reception. The receptionist smiles as we head toward the desk.

“Is everything ok, Mr. Monroe?” she asks.

“Yes, thank you,” I say. “I have a meeting with the manager. Could you point me in the right direction?”

“Oh, take a seat and I will call him down,” she says.

I thank her and Harriet and I go sit down on the seats I spotted earlier. They are at least comfortable, but they will have to go or be recovered. We sit for a few minutes and then a voice rings out from behind me, loud and confident.

“Mr. Monroe,” he says. I stand up and hold my hand out and we shake hands. “I’m Daniel Garcia, the manager of the hotel.”

“Please, call me Liam,” I say. I nod at Harriet. “This is my partner, Harriet.”

They shake hands and say hi to each other and then the tour begins. Daniel starts out by showing us the back of the hotel, showing us the patio seating area, the pool, and the fairly extensive gardens. I can already see us hosting weddings here.

After that, we go inside and see the indoor pool, the spa, the restaurant, and the bars as we walk each hallway. There are a few marks that will need covering and I would like to at least consider changing the carpet in the hallways from the rather garish red one that’s down now to a more muted gray stripe or something similar. Daniel shows us a single room, he points out that we have a standard double, and then he shows us the various suites. By the end of the tour, I have to say I am extremely happy and there is nowhere near as much to be done as I had feared.

The tour comes to an end and Harriet and I thank Daniel and then head back to our room.