Free Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Page A

would give her the
strength to continue when her confidence lagged and her anxiety over finally
losing her virginity overcame her. At least she hoped it would.
    Leaning down,
she cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his beautiful closed mouth.
His lips were soft and gentle as he returned her kiss, but the electricity that
flared between them at that tender touch nearly made her sink back in her seat in
reaction.
    Pulling away she
stared down at him. His hair was mussed and the blanket had slipped to the
floor, exposing his lower torso and a truly impressive erection. She glanced
down at his lap and gave him a saucy look. “Hurry up. If you’re not there by
the time I reach 99, I’m starting without you.” With a wink, she turned and
walked on shaky legs down the aisle, adding a little swagger to her step as her
legs steadied beneath her.
    There, now
that was how a sexy, confident woman acted , Mona thought to herself as she
approached the alcove where the two lavatories were located. The flight
attendants were all busy, so no one noticed her slip into the unoccupied stall
on the left. Closing and locking the door behind her she glanced around the
tiny room and felt her short-lived confidence deflate like a child’s balloon.
     She’d been in
airplane bathrooms before but couldn’t recall them being so brightly lit.
Honestly, that fluorescent bulb was emitting an unnatural amount of blinding light.
It was like high noon on a Florida beach in here. And the mirror seemed
disproportionately huge for the small space.
    She looked at
her reflection and was shocked at her appearance. Every single physical flaw
she possessed seemed highlighted. For a moment she thought seriously about
abandoning this crazy plan. There was absolutely nowhere to hide her cellulite
or her stretch-marks in this little torture chamber. What had she been
thinking? Agreeing to have sex in such an unforgiving environment was madness.
Even if he had found her attractive before she was certain he would change his
opinion in a hurry once he saw her forty-year old body under this unflattering
glare.
    Closing her eyes
for a moment she concentrated on controlling her hypercritical thoughts. When
she opened them again she tried to see herself from a stranger’s perspective
instead of her own skewed viewpoint. To her surprise, she looked pretty good
when she didn’t focus on her flaws. Dishevelled and untidy, but also oddly
attractive in a slutty sort of way.
    For one thing
her nipples were straining against the fabric of her wrinkled blouse like she
was smuggling pomegranates in her unfastened bra. And her hair. Oh my God. Her
dark hair looked like she’d been caught in a windstorm. It stood up in strange
corkscrews on one side and was flattened to her head on the other. There were
even dark circles of mascara under her eyes, giving her the raccoonish look of
a truly wrecked party girl with the mother of all hangovers. In other words,
she looked like a complete wanton.
    For some reason
that image made her smile. She’d never looked like a wild woman before. There
was something liberating in knowing that she couldn’t really look much worse.
Besides, there was nothing she could do about her appearance now. He was coming
to join her in seconds. Quickly, she wiped the mascara away, turned her back on
her reflection and began counting.

Chapter Four
    Mona didn’t even reach seventy
before Sam was there, tapping softly at the restroom door. She hesitated. This
was it. There was no turning back now. The next several minutes would change
her irrevocably. She was losing her virginity to a stranger in a public
washroom. Not exactly the romantic scene she’d always dreamed of, but at least
it was real.
    She released the
locking mechanism and he was there, pushing his way into the tiny space and
locking the door behind him. They grinned at each other like co-conspirators
for several long moments and then he wrapped her in his huge arms and spun them
until