“I think, madame,” you begin, “that I'd prefer nailing you in a bathroom.” Jess bites her lip.
“Good. I've been fucking wet since we got on the plane thinking about this.” Her breathing has gotten ragged, and you know from past experiences that you'll be able to get her off quickly at this point. “Tell you what. I'll go to the bathroom first; keep an eye on which one. Wait until no one's watching then knock. I'll let you in quick.” You can also tell that she's been thinking about this one. You smile and nod, letting her out so she can make her way rather slowly to the bathroom. You watch carefully as she goes into the far left stall, and as everyone else files away, you stand up. You make your way carefully through the aisles, doing your best not to elbow some old women in the temple. You want to be as discreet as possible. While you're excited that Jess is waiting for you, you're not so excited that you don't know where you are.
That begins to change as you think of Jess waiting for you, propped against the wall with her hand between her legs. She's done that before, waiting for you, just looking you in the eye as you undress, casually fucking herself with her fingers. Your cock lurches and you take a sharp breath. You look around to see that no one's noticed your daydreaming and make your way quickly to the bathroom door. You knock and hear Jess unlatch it without thinking. You slide in quickly and realize that you had actually forgotten that every time you've stepped on a plane lavatory in the past, you've wondered how people have actually accomplished this feat without being Olympic Gymnasts.
“It's kinda small,” you note wryly.
“Baby,” she says soothingly, “it's a nice size, really.” You glare at her and she giggles. “Oh, don't be such a sour puss. If I didn't want that cock, neither of us would be in here. Besides, you get to fuck me in public. Something, if I recall, you rather enjoy.”
You judge the area, then push Jess against the wall, and in one move pull down her sweatpants. Her panties do have a damp spot, and you slide them down to her knees. Jess gasps as you roughly strip her. Then you pull your hardened cock out and slide it right inside of her.
“Christ!” Jess buckles, but you grasp her by the waist and hold her up. You begin thrusting slowly, grinning as she whimpers with each thrust.
“Keep it down,” you chuckle. Jess moans back softly.
“Sorry. Just felt to fucking good. I wonder if that attendant heard us? Maybe she's listening right now.” You respond by continuing to fuck her. You reach up and roughly grab her right breast and she clutches your hand to her.
“This isn't about her. It's about you and me, Jess. Okay?” Jess moans a quiet “yeah” and you release her tit. You continue fucking watching your cock slide into Jess from behind, taking several chances to grope her firmed-up ass. “Nice ass,” you comment. Jess giggles, breathing heavily.
“Thanks. I've been working out so you can ogle me in a bikini.” You smile and lean in to kiss your girlfriend's neck. “It's a thong,” she provides helpfully.
“Good to know. So little between me and you in a thong, Jess. Do you really think I'm going to let you get away with wearing one of those without fucking at least once a day. Don't be surprised if I get you on the beach while everyone watches.” Jess moans her hand drifting to her left breast seemingly without thought.
“That's why I...” she pauses to sigh as she begins bucking against you. “Bought it,” she finishes. You reach around to flick her clit as gently as you can, knowing that she loves the added stimulus. She buckles and steadies herself, her head heaving forward as you realize she's started to cum. She holds in her moans, whimpering as quietly as she can, her pussy contracting around your cock. You continue thrusting slowly, and Jess regains her normal breathing.
“Wow,” she says, sighing deeply. “I guess it's your turn.” With that, Jess begins bucking, rolling her hips and using her body as a fulcrum to provide as much pleasure to your dick as possible. You begin fucking her faster and she responds, shaking her hips to allow you to feel her contracting around your cock. As you feel yourself get closer, you mumble about your impending orgasm.
“About time,” she teases, then slides you fully into her. You can't resist that last thrust, and begin spurting your cum into her, groaning as quietly as you can to avoid any detection from outside. Jess uses her pusy to milk your dick, squeezing more cum out of you than you thought possible. You begin pulling out slowly, and Jess sighs as you fall out of her with a slight pop. She immediately pulls up her panties and sweatpants. She leans in and kisses you, helping you stuff your dick back into your pants.
“Welcome to the Mile High Club,” she whispers. “That was hot.” You kiss her again and she ushers you out. “You're closer to the door; you'll make less noise. Get back to our seats; I'll be there in a minute.”
You slide out of the door, looking around and closing it quickly. You don't think anyone's noticed you, so you move back to your seat. As you sit, you do notice a younger woman eyeing you curiously and you follow her eyes to Jess as your girlfriend makes her way to the seat. Jess notices the woman, too, and meets her gaze as she settles down in her window seat.
“Oops,” she says softly. “I think someone caught on.” She grins and pulls you in for a kiss. It's very deep and passionate, and when Jess releases you, you can feel yourself getting hard again. “She wants a show, she gets one. Thanks again for the quickie, .” You stifle a chuckle and pat Jess's leg.
“My pleasure,” you say quietly. Jess shrugs.
“That should go without saying,” she says smugly. She grins at you and you shake your head. “Well, I admit, I'm a bit worn out. I'm going to try and take a nap. Wake me when we get close; I don't want to be all tired when we land.”
You agree. Jess leans back, closing her eyes. |