He slouched, rather than sat in his seat in first class. His big floppy hat and oversized sunglasses blocked most of his face, which relieved him because the last thing he wanted was to be noticed. He just wanted to get back to Paris to his woman and the kids.
He didn’t see her until she sat down next to him. She was about his height and had honey blonde hair. He didn’t see her eyes because she too wore oversized sunglasses, which was a bit redundant since it was pouring down the snow outside. She wore a business suit, decidedly designer and a thick wool coat that was all the rage. She carried her leather briefcase securely at her side.
She was important. He hated important people. He knew that she would spend the entire flight on her laptop or talking on her high-powered cell phone. How he hated corporate tycoons.
She surprised him by shrugging off her coat and business jacket and pulling out her silk dress shirt before flopping down next to him. Off came her important sunglasses, and she was all at once human. From her snappy briefcase she pulled out a Rolling Stone magazine of all things, and he slouched even further, recognizing his picture on the cover.
“Please Johnny, make a record,” she muttered flipping to that article.
“Why?” his voice startled them both and had her emerald eyes snapping up to meet his.
He couldn’t explain what he felt at that moment; that zing that hit him both between the eyes and below the belt. She was beautiful, and her smile was genuine when she looked at him.
“I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?” she laughed, breathily, and he detected a slight southern accent.
The laughing did nothing but make her breasts jiggle and caused his eyes to go to her creamy cleavage.
“Yeah,” he backed away from her appetizing body, remember that his had someone waiting for him half-way around the world. “Do you like him–Johnny Depp?”
“Oh, I love him,” she said, her accent penetrating every one of his senses. “I think I fell in love with him in Edward Scissorhands. He’s a talented guy.”
“I’ve never seen any of his work,” he slouched even further and turned his head away.
“Well, he’s great. You should check him out some day. It’s not just that he’s sexy as the devil himself, but there’s just something about him. I don’t know. Sometimes you feel a connection with a person–a person you’ve never even met–and it’s that way with Johnny and me,” she laughed. “I hope that doesn’t sound weird.”
Should that make him feel weird? He didn’t know. Maybe it should, but it didn’t. Instead, it made him like her even more. Her honesty was new to him.
“I’m not a stalker type or anything, I just love him. And I didn’t get all caught up in the Johnny Depp craze when he was Captain Jack. I’ve always loved his work. My favorite movie is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. There is nothing remotely sexy about him in that one.”
She laughed again, settling back in her seat.
“Do you really think he should make a record?” for some reason he had to know her answer. “It just seems like one of those actors who tries to cross over or something.”
She smiled. “I don’t think it’s anything like that. I mean, I’ve read a lot of his interviews and he’s always been into music. I think he would have been a rock star if Hollywood hadn’t come along. Have you heard of his new movie–the musical?”
He nodded slightly. “Sweeney Bob or something?”
“Sweeney Todd,” she corrected gently. “He does his own singing in it. He’s really good. I think he should make a record. I’d buy it.”
“Well, I’m sure he’d be glad to know that,” he answered distractedly. “Then again, it wouldn’t hurt that everyone knows him from his acting. I suppose that could help him sell a lot of them. People probably wouldn’t even know if he had real talent or not.”
She laughed. “There’s no doubt that he has talent, it’s obvious. But his movie career would be a big influence on selling records. My boyfriend and I were discussing this very same thing when he read this article.”
“Does you boyfriend like him?”
“No,” she said firmly. “Evan hates Johnny Depp. Especially now since he turned out to be a really talented singer. But that’s not anyone’s fault but Evan’s. You see, Evan is in a band and he still hasn’t hit it big yet and he gets very discouraged when he sees other people doing better than he is. He doesn’t realize he has to take his hard knocks like everyone else.”
“You’re very open about your life,” he said, looking at her closely through his dark shades.
“Well, it’s not everyday that one meets a bonafide celebrity,” she said in whisper.
Johnny sat back stunned. “You knew who I was?”
“Before I even sat down,” she smiled. “I heard two of the flight attendants talking. They don’t even know if it’s really you.”
“How did you know?” he asked, sitting up a little bit.
“Because you played the part of a nonchalant passenger a little too well,” she said with a quiet smile. “But it is nice to meet you, even though you’re traveling incognito.”
He smiled. “I would say the same but I don’t even know your name.”
“Megan,” she answered, extending her hand to shake his. “And you don’t have to worry about me saying anything. It’s none of my business.”
“Thank you,” he said with a smile, as he removed his glasses.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she nodded toward the front of the cabin where two stewardesses were staring at him, giggling. Quickly Johnny replaced the glasses.
“So Evan doesn’t like me?” Johnny smiled.
“Yeah, but who cares? I pay the bills and the rent and everything else, so I’m entitled to indulge my little fantasies.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Fantasies?”
She looked away. “You have to know that you’re a bonafide sex-god now.”
“I’m thinking that Evan doesn’t like me for more than just my singing,” Johnny smirked.
“It’s not a sin to imagine that you’re fucking someone else sometimes,” she answered in a quiet voice.
The answer shocked Johnny with her blunt honesty.
Seeing the slacked-jawed expression, Megan recoiled in her openness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so open; it’s my biggest fault. I forgot that I just met you.”
“No, no. It’s great that you can be so comfortable with me to be that honest,” he said, stunned.
“No, really I shouldn’t. I’m just going to shut up and read this magazine now,” she said, slouching herself.
“Please don’t be quiet just because of that,” he said, intrigued by this beautiful woman who seemed completely uncultured. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you before.”
“Believe me, the world couldn’t handle another me,” she shuddered. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Johnny nodded and leaned back, but he couldn’t get his mind away from the fact that this woman imagined him while she was fucking her boyfriend.
“Have you told him that it’s me that you see when you’re–”
She blushed prettily. “I wish I could learn to keep my mouth shut. Yes, I told him because he asked me. I know he’s imagining Angelina Jolie or someone when he’s on top of me. So why I can’t do the same thing?”
“But only when you’re on top right?” he asked. The idea of her gloriously naked with her tits bouncing as she rode the faceless Evan was enough to cause his cock to stir to life.
“Right,” she laughed.
He knew that he had to change the subject. He couldn’t go around imagining what she was like in bed. He’d just met the woman. And they both had someone at home to worry about.
“So what do you do?” he asked.
“I’m a writer,” she replied, glancing down at the magazine.
“Oh, really?” he readied himself for
another story about someone who was trying to break into the business.
“Yeah, I’m just going back to Atlanta because after a week of Hollywood execs spoiling me just to get a crack at the rights to my latest nov
el, I don’t think I can take another minute of this town.”
“Minutes to Midnight,” she answered, with a shrug.
“You’re Megan McComber?” he said with a slacked jaw.
She nodded. “I am indeed. Have been for the last twenty-seven years.”
“My agent wants me to go out for the part of Jake Wills,” he said, to which she actually laughed.
“Imagine that,” she said, stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day.”
“I understand,” he nodded, straightening in his seat. She wasn’t begging him to take the role? She didn’t even seem to care. Who was this woman and what was she doing to him?
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I regret to tell you that the tower has not cleared us for take off, but we are expecting clearance shortly. Just sit tight and we’ll be off the ground momentarily.”
“Thank God,” she muttered.
“Eager to be getting home to Evan?”
“Hardly. No, he’ll be in a fine mood when I get there. He wants me to use my connections to get him a record deal but I won’t. No one used their connections to get me a book deal. Let him earn it.”
“There must be something you two have in common?”
“We like to fuck each other,” she said simply. And then slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I should really learn to temper that.”
“No, I like your honesty. Sex? That’s all you have in common?”
“Basically. He doesn’t do anything but play his guitar all day, and I support that, because he is really talented, but I’m not going to let him use me to get what he wants. I already feed, clothe and shelter him. If he wasn’t eight inches, he would have been long gone.”
Johnny sat back. Megan was very open. He liked that about her. “Eight? That’s not bad.”
“No, but it’s the circumference, that I like,” she said with a wicked smile not meant for anyone but her.
“What else do you like?” he asked, wickedly.
“I cannot believe that I’m discussing my sex life with Johnny Depp.”
“You don’t have to–”
“No, strangely, enough, this is making me feel naughty,” she said, licking her lips. “I like everything. I have a raging sex drive that rivals most men. Evan complains that I’m never satisfied.”
Johnny’s cock throbbed.
“I love being eaten out. I think that’s my next favorite thing to being pounded full force with a nice hard cock,” Megan smiled that wicked smile. “I love being on top. But being underneath is good too.”
Johnny was aware of the tightening of his ripped jeans across his cock. He coughed loudly and shifted so she wouldn’t notice the bulge.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” she asked.
“Not at all. Tell me more.”
She grinned. “That’s the one thing that never gets old with Evan and me. We fuck almost constantly. One time I was at a book signing and he crawled under the table and licked my clit while I signed autographs.”
Johnny almost chocked. “You’re kidding.”
Megan shook her head, almost sorrowfully. “But that was a long time ago. Back when I still wasn’t super famous and Evan still wanted to have fun. Before the money and the house and the cars.”
“What else do you and young Evan do?” the idea of wild Megan was making him hotter than anything else had in a long time.
“The first time I ever came to Hollywood, I brought him with me and we fucked everywhere. It was the craziest trip I ever had. I couldn’t even go out to see my agent because I could barely walk. It was amazing,” she sighed. “Sex is amazing. But it’s more than a cock in a cunt, you know? It’s about the passion, the build-up, the connection. Everything building up to that one moment when nothing else matters. I think that’s why I love it so much. I see the world different in the throes of an orgasm. Everything is right. I guess that’s just a easy-fix, huh?”
Johnny couldn’t make his mouth work. It took everything he had inside him to keep from dragging her back to the bathroom and fucking her right there.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, unfortunately, all flight have been canceled due to the snow storm, instead we will be directing you to the nearest hotel for the night. We will resume all flights, weather permitting, tomorrow morning at 8 AM.”
“Damn,” Megan hissed.
Immediately, people began to gather their things but Megan sat still and waited.
Finally, she stood up and shrugged on her jacket and coat. Grabbing her laptop and she turned to see that Johnny had taken off his sunglasses and was studying her silently.
“Well, this was fun, but I guess we’d better be getting to the hotel,” she said with a smile.
He nodded and with a flash of blonde hair, she was gone, possibly out of his life forever.
Megan was horny. After talking to the man of her fantasies about her sex life, she’d never felt a case of horniness this bad. She had big plans to ease her tension, after she brushed her teeth.
The knock at the door had her scrambling for her robe and rushing to open the door.
The last thing she expected was to see Johnny Depp fresh from the shower leaning against the door jam with a bottle of wine. His dark chin length hair was still damp and the smell of fresh skin was almost too much for Megan’s senses.
“I figured we could use a nightcap,” he said, wiggling the bottle of wine.
“Sure, come on in,” Megan gestured him inside, dirty thoughts of what she could do to the man on the very bed he was standing in front of.
He opened the bottle of wine and walked towards the living area of the small hotel room. He sat down on the edge of the couch and poured the wine into two paper cups.
“It’s not the classiest of situations,” he said with a smile. “But I think it fits.”
“It does,” she said softly. She curled up next to him on the sofa and took a cup. She placed it to her lips and inhaled the aroma.
“Are you a big wine-drinker?” he asked.
“I like it,” she said, taking a sip. “What about you, Wino-forever?”
“Sorry,” she said with a smile that said that she really wasn’t sorry at all.
A dense fog of sensuality slowly filled the room. Johnny leaned back and slowly looked Megan over. The white terry robe dipped to reveal the natural curve of her breasts and gapped teasingly inches from the junction of her thighs.
Of their own will, his hands began to massage her silky calf. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“No,” she answered, “you shouldn’t. But I’m not kicking you out.”
“So you fantasize about me?”
Her eyelids were half closed. “Mmhmm.”
“And what do I do in these fantasies?”
“Anything you want,” Megan answered.
“Oh really. Like this?” his hands moved up her legs to the inside of her thighs.
Megan couldn’t believe the situation. If he went any higher, he would feel how excited she was. She was fairly dripping with anticipation.
“Mmhmm,” she answered.
His fingers moved up even further. Megan closed her eyes completely waiting eagerly for the moment she knew was coming. But she was caught completely off guard as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her beneath him. Johnny nestled himself snuggly between her legs and Megan enjoyed the rough denim of his jeans against her legs.
“I could cum just like this,” she moaned.
“Could you really?” he whispered gently, grinding his jean clad cock against her swollen cunt.
She shivered and arched her back, causing her robe to fall open.
“I don’t mind if I do,” he murmured, bending down and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.
“Oh, God,” she hissed, her hips rocking aga
inst his. “This is a total mind-fuck.”
He nodded in agreement her nipple still between his lips as he sucked tenderly.
Megan knew that she had been right when she said she could come, and after rocking hard against his cock, she knew that she was close, but w
ho wouldn’t be if Johnny Depp was sucking on their tits?
His mouth disappeared as did his hips from between her legs. Megan let out a moan of disappointment, but it died on her lips as Johnny’s tongue pressed gently against her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh, God.”
Johnny laughed against her sensitive skin. “Don’t you love this part?”
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned.
Johnny began to lap at her clit, his saliva mixing with her juices. She was so wet, so ready. Her hips began to thrust into his mouth and she was so close to cumming. He could feel it. She tasted so sweet, so amazing.
“Eat me,” she screamed. “Please, oh God, Johnny, eat me. Make me cum.”
He was happy to oblige and eagerly began sucking on her clit and lapping up and down to her pussy hole and back. Her fingers kept running through his hair and soon she was pressing his face into her hot little cunt. The next thing he knew she was screaming his name and his mouth was flood with her gooey cum.
When he raised back up, Megan was pulling him up to her mouth and kissing him with all the passion she’d displayed a minute ago.
“How the fuck did you learn to eat pussy like that?” she demanded when she broke away for a much needed breath.
He didn’t have time to answer because she was ripping his shirt off and pushing him back on the couch in a see-saw motion. Now she was between his legs and pressing her firm tits against his bare chest.
She smiled at him wickedly. Leaning up for one more kiss she began working her way back down, rubbing her hard nipples against every inch of his bare skin. She sexily undid his belt buckle and within minutes, his ten-inch rock hard cock was in her hand.
“No underwear? Were you planning on getting lucky?”
“I never wear underwear,” he answered as his dark eyes assessed her.
Megan began to gently rub his cock against her full breasts, around the nipple. The dewy precum oozed from the tip and she bent down to lick it up.
She groaned in pleasure which caused him to groan in reply.
Megan cupped each breast and gently began to rub them up and down the length of his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head.
Megan dropped her breasts and bent down and took the head of his massive cock in her mouth. She began to bounce it around in her mouth, before deep throating it as far as she could. She began to bob her head and gently suck it, drinking his precum with passion.
“Megan,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Please Megan, I need to be inside you.”
She smiled, and leaned back opposite of him. She spread her legs wide, exposing her shaven pussy wet and ready for a furious fucking.
“I’m waiting,” she murmured.
Without even hesitating long enough to rip off his jeans, Johnny drove straight into her.
Megan screamed in pleasure as she felt Johnny’s cock buried deep inside her. There was something about this–it was more than just plain fucking. He was touching places inside of her that she hadn’t known existed.
“Please,” she hissed.
He began to move and between the friction of his denim against her thighs and the pumping of his thick cock inside her, Megan knew she was about to cum yet again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to move with him as fast as she could knowing that she wanted him to cum with her.
“Cum,” she commanded. “Inside me.”
She pulled his mouth in for a kiss before thrusting one final time, sending them both over the edge. His hot cum drenched her cunt inside and out and for a long time, they lay side by side, spent.
She woke up to an empty bed. Well, almost empty. Her Rolling Stone magazine lay on the pillow next to her.
Hope it was everything you dreamt.
Scribbled in big thick black marker.
Megan smiled as she drifted back to her dreams of their adventures the night before.
“It was better,” she muttered sleepily. “Definitely, better.”
*If you like, leave comments or email me!*