The Imposter II (an alternate version); Chapter 19- Part I (Evian)
by ejcrane
Friday. Today was Friday, and Julian could not help but smile after he relived
the moment he and Gianna realized that they weren’t for each other. No, no,
he wasn’t smiling because he and Gianna broke up, but…well, yes, that was
a part of it, BUT today was FRIDAY!
Julian laughed as he tapped his finger on the calendar.
“I want to be with you again,” she whispered into his ear.
“I guess we could sneak back to the rest…”
“No…here,” her eyes glittered.
“But everyone’s asleep…”
“Exactly…” she reached for his pants and unbuttoned them.
“Eve,” he grabbed her hands.
“You only live once, right?”
“Eve?”
“Here, unfold this,” she tossed him a blanket that the stewardesses gave
them in first class.
Julian did as he was told and then watched as Eve raised her skirt and sat
upon him, in his lap.
“Eve…” he growled.
“I need you, Julien!” she began moving her hips while her hands held the
blanket over them.
“You’re wild, Dr. Crane…you’re wild…” he said into her hair, his hands rubbing
her thighs, lower abdomen, “You think our little one will be as wild as you…”
he asked as he directed her movements.
“I hope not…” she moaned.
In the back, the stewardess had heard some kind of growling and groaning,
and thought maybe one of the passengers had turned ill, but when she walked
down the aisle, she found a couple in the last row awake and covered by a
blanket. She would have never thought anything of them, but the thing was…was
that his wife was sitting in his lap. She had had her own seat, so it hadn’t
made sense to why she would be in his lap…
“Mr. and Dr. Crane?” she walked up to the two, who had their eyes closed.
The two jumped at the voice that brought their eyes open and brought them
back to reality.
“Uh…” Eve moved uncomfortably, “Yes…” she attempted to smile.
“Is there a problem with why you’re like…this? I…I just think it would be
safe if everyone would stay in their own seats…the plane’s about to land in
a few minutes and everyone will have to put their belts back on…”
“Yes…” Julian gritted his teeth, as he moved with tiny strokes, trying not
to make it obvious to the woman in front of him and his wife, what they were
doing, “We…we understand. Dr. Crane, here, just wanted to see over the seat
in front of us…that’s…all,” he moaned as Eve bounced slowly up and down on
his hard member.
“I’m glad you do,” the stewardess nodded, “…please…take your seat in the
next few minutes, ma’am,” she raised a brow to Eve, and left the couple.
“Eve…I can’t take it anymore,” he wrapped his right arm around her waist,
as his left hand rested on the left armrest of his seat, “I need you…” he
lifted his bottom off the seat and began pumping into her at a vigorous pace.
Hearing what sounded to be like ‘slapping’ of some sort, the stewardess
turned around and watched with widened eyes as Mr. Crane thrust into Dr.
Crane!
‘Oh my, God…’ she mouthed out.
Feeling him about to let go, Eve grabbed onto the seats in front of her
and met his thrusts with thrusts of her own…
This was it…this was it…this…was…IT…
She lost her grip on the seats in front of her and then reached for something
else, and just as Julian gave one final thrust, Eve reached in front of her
and yanked off the toupee from the man in the seat in front of them.
Falling back into her own seat, she screamed after seeing some hairy thing
on her hand and flung it back over to the rightful owner of the hairpiece.
“What the hell?” the man was heard.
Julian chuckled and then watched as the man was about to turn back to look
at him, so, he leaned over and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Eve
mocked her husband, and rested her head against his…
The man looked them over, and after a few seconds, he turned back in his
seat and faced forward…
“That was a close one,” Julian whispered into her ear as his hand found
itself between her thighs once more, “I love you…”
“No,” she shook her head and smiled, “I love you,” she raised a brow before
her lips met his for a sensual kiss.
“I’m always going to remember this day…” he sighed, “In fact, don’t ever
wear underwear on Friday’s anymore, darling…” he joked.
Ugh, the elevator doors had just closed and Eve really had to get to her
office which was just on the next floor up, so, she decided to take the stairwell.
She pulled open the door and began walking up the stairs, and when she reached
the top of the stairs to the next floor, she let out a gasp of fright.
There had been a man in all black looking out into the hallway through the
window in the door. He heard a voice behind him and turned quickly, watching
as her eyes widened.
Eve gulped when she saw his grin. That and his eyes were all she could see,
for he was wearing a black ski mask as well.
He then jabbed something in the frame of the door to cause it to lock. Eve
saw this and decided to run back down the stairs to try and get away from
this man, but as soon as she began running down the stairs, he caught up to
her.
She cursed herself for wearing heels that day.
“Not so fast,” he said in a hoarse voice as his arms snaked around her waist,
bringing her back to him.
“W—wh-what do you…want from me?” she cried, “L—look…if it’s money,” she
swallowed as his hand now rested right below her breasts, “…if it—it’s money…my
purse is in my office,” she breathed hard, “I—I can go…get it for you…please…”
she pleaded.
“Noooooo,” he breathed his hot breath into her ear, which made the hairs
on her neck stand, “I don’t want any money…I want YOU!” he hissed as his hands
grabbed her blouse from behind and pulled it out from her skirt.
Eve cried out when the man ripped it open, revealing the silk camisole she
had been wearing underneath.
“Stop! Please don’t do this…” tears streamed down her face, “I have MONEY…all
the money you could want…it’s yours…” she sobbed.
Ignoring her pleas, he nuzzled her neck with his nose while he reached down
for the bottom of her skirt…
She began whimpering by this point and tried to fight off his hands as he
now began pulling her skirt up her thighs.
“Soooooooooo smooth,” he commented her on her thighs.
His hands then rested on her hips, and by the feel of things, it was obvious
to him that she had no underwear on…
The sound of his zipper was all she could hear now…
“Oh, God…help me…” she began crying harder as she felt his hands upon her
bare skin.
“Friday…” he sighed into her ear, in his normal voice, “Friday…my favorite
day of the week, darling,” he chuckled into her ear as he pulled her bottom
tightly against his front.
“Hu—wh—what?”
“Surprise,” Julian exclaimed as he lifted the mask off his head.
“YOU…you BASTARD!” she shouted, which echoed down and up and stairs, “Let
go of me this instant!”
“Noooooooooo,” he licked her neck, “Never…” his hands now rested on her
breasts; his fingers finding her nipples.
Eve squirmed against him, but as he began caressing her…she could not help
but feel turned on by her husband’s touch…
…it had always did this to her.
---*~*19, PART I