The Visitor
Lea didn’t usually masturbate in airplane bathrooms, because, after all, they’re bathrooms. On airplanes.
But half of the way through the long flight across the country to Atlanta, she found herself in the tiny, tinny cubicle with one foot up on the wall and the other in the sink, with her fingers buried to the second knuckle in her p***y.
Thinking of Sean, her best friend’s older brother.
Sean the firefighter of the broad shoulders and the narrow hips. Sean of the gentle Southern drawl, the polite tone, the blue eyes, and the wicked, square-jawed smile.
Sean, who she had always wanted to wrap her arms and legs around, but never managed to do more than flirt with a bit.
Sean. Who had found out that she was interviewing for the job in Atlanta and had, with smooth, appare
