CLAIRE (THREE)

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Raviel.”

See, my mother was only worried about Raviel, and not the least bit worried about me. She treated Raviel like a precious diamond that had to be taken care of. Meanwhile, my mother treated me like I was just a worthless rock that was found on the street.

“I’m enjoying a martini while watching the planes.”

“And Claire, haven’t you had breakfast at home? That cake will make you fat. No wonder no man asks you out. You’re fat and ugly.”

The raspberry mousse cake suddenly tasted bland in my mouth. I lowered my head deeply, feeling both ashamed and angry at my mother’s hurtful words. She had not only embarrassed me in front of Raviel, but also in front of the waiters in this lounge and several other passengers about to board the plane.

“Karina, don’t ruin our vacation with your anger. That cake won’t make Claire fat. She’s not dating because she’s unattractive, but because she wants to focus on her studies. She’s an excellent student.”

“Don’t try to defend her in front of me. I’m teaching her to be an attractive woman. What’s the point of being smart if no guy wants to date her, huh?”

“Karina, you better—”

“You don’t have to defend me. Mom’s right, I’m ugly and fat. No man will ever want to date me.”

I grabbed my sling bag and ran to the gate. I couldn’t stand being humiliated by my mother any longer in that place. Luckily, the flight attendant had allowed the first class passengers to board the plane. I’d better keep my distance from my mother if I didn’t want my first vacation to Hawaii to be ruined by her anger.

“This is your seat, Ms, as written on your ticket.”

“Thank you.”                                

“What would you like for a welcome drink?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. If you need anything, press this button. I am the flight attendant on duty to serve you on this flight.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Thirty minutes after takeoff, I began to feel restless because I needed to use the lavatory. I glanced back. Everyone was sitting quietly in their seats. My mother was watching a movie and seemed completely engrossed. She was wearing a headset.

I quickly unfastened my seatbelt and stepped out of my pod. Raviel looked up at me, as he was seated right behind my pod. I smiled at him and signaled with my fingers that I was heading to the lavatory. Raviel put his phone in the console, then looked back.

“Go ahead. There’s no one in the lavatory.”

“How did you know?”

“The indicator light.”

I nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

Everything was fine at first, then the plane shook quite hard. I was the only one standing in the aisle and halfway to the bathroom. I let out a yelp of surprise when the plane shook again. This time it shook harder. My body was thrown back and hit Raviel's pod. I groaned in pain before straightening my back. The plane continued to shake, and I started to panic.

Suddenly, Raviel's arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me towards him. My butt landed right on his thigh. My breath hitched. He hugged my waist tightly. His eyes were locked on mine.

"It's okay, it's just turbulence."

"I-I'll go back to my pod," I squirmed uncomfortably on his lap.

"It's too dangerous to walk down the aisle during turbulence. You could get thrown against the ceiling and hurt."

Raviel was right. I had to wait until the turbulence stopped before going back to my place. But how could I possibly be calm when I was sitting on my stepdad's lap?!

My skirt had ridden up, and my inner thighs brushed against Raviel's jeans every time the plane shook. Oh God, the feeling was indescribable. It was so pleasurable, yet felt so naughty. I nearly let out a moan right in his face. My body trembled under his intense gaze. He must have known what I was thinking, because my face was flushing. This was the first time I’d ever shared such intimate physical contact with a man.

"How are you feeling, Claire?"

Raviel’s warm breath brushed against my ear. A shiver ran through me. My whole body felt hot from the intensity of the sensations stirring deep within me. His hand was no longer on my waist. It had moved to my thigh, stroking up and down.

"Do you like your new seat?"

“S-sorry. The turbulence made it impossible for me to go to the bathroom or get back to my pod.”

My hands were shaking as I pushed Raviel’s palms off my thighs. I  smoothed my skirt and tried to sit still on his lap, which felt searingly hot. I hoped Raviel wouldn't notice the wetness in my panties. I might just explode right there in his lap if the shaking didn't stop soon.

“Relax. You’re so tense, Claire.”

“Is-is this plane going to crash? Why is the turbulence taking so long?”

“Relax. We’re just passing through a storm cloud. Everything will be fine.”

Nothing will be fine as long as I’m sitting on your lap!

I wanted to tell him that so badly, but I felt like I had mud in my throat. My ass was grinding against something hard, but I didn’t know what it was. It felt so good. I ground it once more, and it pressed right into my sensitive spot. I let out a soft moan involuntarily. This was a pleasurable torture. I couldn’t stop. I kept grinding, and grinding. Raviel didn’t say anything as I did it. Maybe he enjoyed it as much as I did.

“We’ve passed the storm cloud.”

Suddenly Raviel lifted me up. My cheeks flushed as I struggled to steady myself on my slightly unsteady legs. I glanced down at Raviel's thigh and was surprised to see a prominent bulge there.

So, that was his….

God! That was embarrassing. I did something indecent to my stepdad.

I stole a glance at Mother. Fortunately, her attention was still fixed on the movie she was watching, and she was completely unaware of what her daughter had just done to her husband.

“It’s ok, Claire. Go to the lavatory now. The turbulence has stopped.”

“Th-thanks.”

“For what?”

“For…” I bit my lip nervously. I was sure Raviel had felt it too, yet he appeared so composed, as if nothing had happened between us.

“For keeping me safe during the turbulence.”

“My pleasure. It is my duty to ensure my stepdaughter’s safety.”

I didn’t know what Raviel thought of me after that incident. It made me feel incredibly embarrassed. For the rest of the flight, I sat motionless in my pod, like a statue. I tried to take my mind off things by watching Despicable Me, but instead of making me feel better, the Minions only reminded me of the bulge between Raviel’s thighs.

God, please help me!