Jess orders first, and you follow her lead, picking up the chicken and potatoes. You're not expecting much, and aren't disappointed when the bland food arrives. You and Jess eat until you aren't hungry (which is different than full, you remind Jess) and the attendant comes back quickly and removes the half-empty plates and empty water glasses.
“Where were we?” you ask her. She just shakes her head.
“I told you, : no funny stuff in the air. That was my thank you for arranging a tropical vacation. Plus, I've never gotten a guy off in a plane. I liked it.” You kiss her quickly and she smiles.
“Any chance of joining the Mile High club?” you ask. Jess chuckles and looks at you with her sparkling eyes.
“On the way back, maybe. If we both have any fucking left in us. I do intend to enjoy our nights this week, . And no bets.” You grin, remembering the last bet you made with your girlfriend. It was a bet on a sports game, and the loser turned into the winner's slave for a day. Jess lost, and lived up to her part of the bet, becoming your personal love-slave for the whole day. You enjoyed using her body, and while Jess is a strong woman and not afraid to take the lead in the bedroom, she's told you countless times (usually as she's either fucking or sucking you) how she remembers keeping her end of the bet, and how making you happy was her favorite thing.
You've never been able to figure out if she says that just to get you to work harder during sex (which it does; many of Jess's louder orgasms have come as a direct result of your renewed vigor during those conversations). You smile again, and absently stroke the ringbox in your pocket. You shake yourself from your daze and Jess is grinning.
“Hang on to that memory, stud. I'll win the next bet. Although, I'm not averse to some repeat performances.” You smile at her and she reaches under the blanket again, stroking you. You groan and follow suit, rubbing right above her pussy before tracing a line between her legs. She takes a deep, ragged breath and releases your dick, which you take as tacit permission.
“What performances?” you ask conversationally. Jess leans back, her eyes closed. Her hands join yours under the blanket, and you feel her pants slide down over her panties. She immediately pulls them aside and guides your fingers to her moist pussy.
“Probably every time you fucked me that day. Which wasn't as often as I thought. I spent a lot of time with your dick in my mouth.” You smile and slide your middle finger into your girlfriend. She gasps and you stop.
“Hey,” you say with faux admonition. “I was quiet.” Jess narrows her eyes, then sticks out her tongue. You begin thrusting in and out of her again, aware that her fingers are dancing around her clit above your own hand. Soon, Jess takes a deep breath, and doing her best to keep quiet, comes around your hand. Her breathing is irregular and the flight attendant notices. Before you can respond to the flight attendant's query to Jess's well being, your girlfriend grins and looks at the attendant.
“No need to worry; I just came. I was trying not to interrupt anybody. I apologize.” The attendant looks shocked, but purses her lips, nods and turns around.
“I guess we should be good until we land, huh?” you say, unable to hide the grin on your face.
“Probably. Besides, I might actually be able to sleep now. Thanks!” she kisses you quickly, and you both fall asleep.
You awake when the pilot announces that you'll be descending onto your island, and within an hour, you're in the airport, gathering your luggage. You both decide that the hotel/resort would be the best place to go first, at least to get your bearings.
The shuttle to the hotel is quick and efficient, as is the driver. You and Jess point out the palm trees on the way to your resort, and Jess wraps her arms around your right arm, leaning her head against your shoulder. At last you arrive at the resort; it's a beautiful hotel; for once, the ads didn't lie. The building itself is made of a wood facade that blends in nicely with the trees. The walls are obviously more solid, though it would be hard to tell if the building weren't four stories. Each level is lined with windows, through the first floor windows, the ocean can be seen, undoubtedly splashing the white sandy beach. Jess grins.
“This is the most awesome place ever. Where do we want to go after dropping off our luggage?” |