“Why don't we wait until we've both gotten something in our stomach,” you say back, leaning in to kiss her. To show that you understood her double entendre, you roughly grab her right breast as you gently probe her mouth with your tongue. Jess groans but pushes your hand away. She eventually breaks off the kiss and smiles. “I'll tell you what's on the dessert menu after dinner.”
The attendant comes by and asks you both what you'd like for a meal; as you both give your orders, you eat the relatively bland food. When you're done, you both down the water and the attendant cleans up. Jess rolls her eyes as you put up your tray.
“Why does airline food always suck?” You shrug. Jess sighs. “Well hopefully the resort food is better. I'm looking forward to some nice romantic dinners.” You smile and nod. You've been looking forward to a nice romantic, relaxing break, too. Jess lifts the armrest between your seat and leans into your shoulder. You turn to kiss her forehead and she sighs.
“Well, I guess the dessert menu's open. We've got the diner's choice: I'm willing to get you off, darling, but there are a few decisions to make. First on our menu is the standard: I'll just cover us up here, real nice and subtle, and jerk your cock until you explode. I'll probably make it quick for you, just because I don't want to draw undue attention. And I know how much you can squirm if I prolong a handjob.
“The second item on the menu is a slow, gluttonous blowjob. I'll try to pretend I'm sleeping, and we'll switch seats so you've got the window. I'll let you get that cock of yours into my mouth, and basically suck on your cock while I jack you into my mouth. I've got to go a bit more slowly so my head in your lap won't attract people, especially the attendant. But I know how you like my blowjobs.” You chuckle and she kisses your cheek.
“The third on the menu is the most daring. I've always wanted to join the Mile High club, and I'm not averse to fucking you quickly in a bathroom. Plus, there's something to be said for tradition.” She rubs your cock through your pants. “So, sir, what would you like for dessert on your flight?” You groan as she pulls her hand away. |