Unattended by Kris P. Kreme
When Trance-tory CEO Victor Hawthorne travels for business, he relies on privacy and subterfuge. So head of research and development Alan Alabaster assures him that their refueling at a small commercial airport on the mainland will go completely unnoticed, thanks to a planned distraction.
Unfortunately, Summer may get the job of becoming that distraction as she seeks warmth sitting on an unattended piece of luggage at that airport. The fancy heated luggage hides more than just heating elements inside. What begins as a subtle vibration builds into a rather violently thrusting invasive sex toy that soon has Summer becoming little more than a sex toy herself to every man in the airport.
It isn’t everyday that Trance-tory CEO Victor Hawthorne leaves the private island headquarters where all things Trance-tory are developed and distributed all over the world. But when he does, privacy and flying under the radar are key, so he has to trust that when Alan Alabaster, head of research and development, assures him that nobody at a small commercial airport will even notice the Trance-tory private jet landing to refuel… nobody really will notice.
Unfortunately for one young woman on a layover at that frigid airport, she is about to become merely a pawn in serving to secure that absolute distraction that will keep a certain private jet’s landing from even being noticed.
Summer is already feeling the winter, and regretting taking her roommate’s advice to wear a short skirt to her interview several hundred miles north of where she lives. At twenty-five, she isn’t exactly a world traveler, but even she didn’t think the weather would be so much colder, and the airport definitely uncomfortable as she waits for her connecting flight with fellow redeye fliers.
Pacing back and forth, she can’t possibly sit on the icy cold chairs the airport has, but even the pacing isn’t helping to keep her warm. Having only brought a small bag with her, no blankets to help, Summer isn’t sure what to really do, but she could never imagine how taking a fellow passenger’s advice is about to set things in motion that have been rather cruelly orchestrated to use Summer’s body as a diversion tactic for one of the most corrupting corporations on the planet.
John flies frequently for sales, and the advice he offers since he’s dealt with cold airports and uncomfortable seating before, is for her to sit on her luggage. But the luggage he points at, a fairly nice black bag sitting upright nearby, isn’t Summer’s. In fact, she thought it was his or someone else’s the entire time she has been pacing the part of the airport they wait in. Still, the luggage may be unattended, which technically they should report to airport security… but it does look warm. John even says it appears heated, a small red light apparently indicating a heating element active in the fancy luggage.
So after pacing and feeling the unending chill on her mostly bare thighs, Summer is taking the advice and sitting atop that luggage, nearly instantly feeling the soothing warm heat that so quickly makes this layover that much easier to tolerate. But soon the heat seems to have something else with it, a subtle vibration that builds and builds.
She finds herself reluctant to stand and turn to see what the vibration could be, especially knowing she’d just get shocked back into how cold the airport is. But it is strange, and increasingly noticeable, making her wonder if the heated luggage also has some sort of massage feature for just such an occasion as a traveling spot to sit.
When a sudden pneumatic trigger seems to have tripped within that luggage beneath her, Summer is horrified to feel something instantly shoved upward past her panties inside her where she sits. And things are only heating up more, the vibration intensity, the immediate sensations forced upon her again and again as she sits impaled, unable to stand.
But as Summer quickly pleasures her rational mind into a pit of lust, exposed in an airport with John and other passengers beginning to notice her expression and obvious subtle movements, will she descend into a place of absolute distraction… not only for herself, but for that jet landing out on the tarmac?
Kreme Kisses travels with you, and never leaves you Unattended.
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