"Baby, wake up! We're here!"
Melissa's' eyes are wide, looking into her new husbands' face, trying to discern whether he understood her or not as he slowly creeps out of his deep restful sleep. He'd worked tirelessly all night to catch up on some work assignments before he took off for vacation. Not to mention the morning wake up call he'd gotten. They'd only
just
made it in time for the flight! The couple begin to watch out the scratched up window as the plane begins to land, and just as they did--Ryan felt her soft lips on the side of his mouth, as close to his lips as her tiny form could reach with her own.
Turning his face to her rosy cheeks and big smiling lips, he looks in her honey brown eyes as she smiles wryly at him.
The newlyweds kiss passionately, yet softly--unaware of anything else going on around them. Then, a familiar feeling creeps up on Ryan like a jackhammer as he realizes that he isn't just
imagining
his girls' hand around his cock—it
was
around him, through his pants.
Surprised and delighted, he looks around half expecting for someone to be looking at him with a horrified expression, but the other passengers on the flight are blissfully unaware of his new wife's' public show of affection. Looking down to his lap, a big winter coat is sitting surreptitiously over their laps, and if he hadn't actually felt Melissa's' hands on his dick at the very moment--he wouldn't be able to tell what: if anything, she was doing under there. The thought that they were completely exposed, yet hidden, makes his shaft grow hard immediately as her hand moves slowly over his cock.
Her hand moves exquisitely, rubbing his shaft through his pants--making it twitch--as he realizes that it's slowly making its' way to the edge of his pants before dipping into his thankfully loose-fitting jeans. Every part of his body tenses up and she can feel it.
Looking into her eyes with pure surprise, he can see a smile of naughty delight on her sweet lips as he leans his big body down to her level to kiss her, careful not to let anyone see what her hand is
really
doing. Her lips meet his, and he can feel them in a teasing smile as the two lovers kiss a little too passionately. Suddenly he feels her fingers wrapping around his cock, and his hips involuntarily begin to press against her hand which had moved down the length of his cock to his tip. Her hand starts to shift around like a corkscrew, and he feels the gentle pressure of her warm thumb as it begins to press his button, releasing liquid and making her fingers move with ease with his stickiness. Sitting back now, Ryan can't help but need to anchor himself to his chair as her thumb bobs around his incredibly sensitive tip one way, then the opposite direction only very lightly--while her palm massages his shaft in well measured pulses.
Ryans' cock becomes impossibly hard impossibly quick; and Melissa grins as she put her mouth to his ear and whispers,
"Now be my good little fuck toy, and cum for me."
This put him over the edge, and he knows he has no choice. He has to cum now. His eyes plead with hers in silent submission as the plane begins its' descent down to the airport through thousands of feet of wind and clouds. Turbulence bobs the plane down unexpectedly, but Melissa's grip on his cock did not waver, although it did pause for a split second as her heart raced at the thought of them both getting so excited from this they
both
cum while the plane takes a nose dive in a fiery blaze. She absolutely hates the take-off and landing parts of flying, it makes her morose..
"Well, there could be worse ways to die, I guess!"
The feeling of dread switches almost the instant it appears--into wreck less horniness. Melissa's thighs push together in response as she feels herself getting wet as she bites her lip. No one's watching, she's checked many times.
Newly renewed in her mission, her hand grips his cock now completely--and begins spanning the length of his shaft while she kisses first his neck, then down his cheek softly. To any onlookers, they are just romantic lovers innocently kissing—but under the coat on their laps, a whole other story is being written.
Twisting her palm around his tip, then plunging her hand down his cock to the base--and back--you can tell Melissa is beginning to get a taste of her own medicine, as her near-silent breaths get quicker and more shallow.
Ryan can see her incredibly small sporty legs begin to quiver as she holds them together; his own opening themselves on their own accord as if possessed. He can't stop looking at her beautiful tits through the corner of his eye and he sees her chest begin to heave slightly through her zip-up hoodie and tantalizingly low tank top. He can see from his vantage point, just a hint of the edge of her bra right where her tank thankfully V'd in the middle with lace edging.
"I'm going to fuck those so hard,"
Ryan made a mental note for his agenda later to do so the instant they were alone again. Feeling her mans' cock twitch and shift beneath her fingers, Melissa is smiling to herself a smile of victory as she begins banging his base with her fist harder and harder. His creamy cock now lubricated with his own precum only made her desperately wish that she was on his lap right now, fucking him like a common whore. The sound of the airplane descending was almost deafening, but she put her lips once more to his ear and said,
"Cum for me Master, cum in your slaves' hand."
A wry smile creeps its' way onto
his
face as she turns her body sideways—seemingly innocently looking out the window. Still hiding herself with the coat and showing no signs of movement other than beneath it, Melissa begins slamming his cock hard and fast in different directions with every stroke--all of which hidden by her own body from anyone who happened to look their direction.
She can't help but want to suck his sweet lips as she fucks his cock right there in the midst of dozens of people as the plane is descending fast to the land from its' magical place amongst the clouds.
Feeling his stomach turn, Ryan feels dizzy as the descent gets closer and closer to its' goal, all while his wife gets closer and closer to
her
goal.
Melissa's' fingers are unrelenting as they play her mans' cock like a flute in alternating currents and consistencies—jerking him off better than he'd ever done himself! Catching herself biting her own lip to the point of pain, Melissa can't help but feel herself get wet between her legs from the heat of the heavy coat lay on top of them.
Suddenly, Ryan feels more than just a little wetness at the tip of his cock as his abdominal muscles flex and he can feel warm pressure building up at the base of his delightfully engorged penis. Turning his head to the side to look out the window, he can feel his heart beating out of his chest. Melissa's sweet lips are on his neck, nipping his skin with her teeth—as a rush of warm semen splashes out of his cock the very moment the planes' wheels touch ground. His entire body contracts forward as he tries desperately to keep up normal appearances. Melissa's hand slows now to a steady soft pace; squeezing slightly as she rubs every last bit of his cum into her palm. She cups his tip and catches every drop that she has extorted from his sweet cock, with absolute pleasure. She's pleased beyond measure that she'd successfully pulled off what she had set out to do.
Unaware of the sweat which had overcome his brow and neck, Ryan looks at his new wife and can't help but want to kiss her with gratitude and vigor. Their tongues dance together for an expanse of unknown time, while they zone out the flight attendants' incessant tattering over the microphone. Other people begin pulling down their luggage from the storage spaces above their heads, and the lovers finally break their intent kissing.
Melissa wipes his cum onto a piece of linen she had put in her purse just for this reason, and begins thinking how much of a shame it was that his cum hadn't been dumped into her incredibly wet pussy..
Stepping out into the heavy Louisiana air, the exotic smells of an unknown place overwhelms the young couple as they make their way from their cab onto the bustling city landscape right in front of their hotel. They are smack dab in the middle of the french quarters, downtown New Orleans! Melissa sighs heavily in pure ecstasy at knowing that she'd finally made it to her long awaited revelry--with her eternal lover at her side, no less!
People are packed from one sidewalk to another—and on the road in between as Ryan gets a good look at the lack of clothing on all the women. Squeezing his new brides' hand tight, he can't wait to have her alone in their room to repay her for that stunt she'd just pulled, almost dragging her into the hotel.
The young couple check into their room and make their way through the halls of their somewhat seedy, yet still clean and tidy (in appearances) to their latest love-nest.
"Why don't we order in?" Ryan askshis wife as he puts the key card in the entry lock of their hotel room.
"Oh no, we're going out!" Melissa's matter-of-factness put a smile of smug contentment on Ryan's face, as he shrugged his shoulders approvingly. The door opened into darkness just in time for him to take his newly grabbed wife and throw her inside by her wrists against the first wall that her back meets. Agonizingly close to her body with his, he pushes his hips into her as she's stupefied by his rash movements. Stupefied is an understatement actually, her body immediately flashes wet beneath her thong for him, but she wouldn't tell him that of course. She didn't need to tell him, as she knew he'd find out soon enough. There's no way she wasn't going to get fucked at this second, no matter how hungry they were.
"Whose the
Master
here, anyways?"
Ryan grinds his stiff cock into her as his legs work their way in between hers and spreads them as far as they can go, in her jean skirt. Her breasts heave out onto his chest and her breathing stops completely when she realizes that in the darkness his hand had already snuck in beneath her skirt and around the side of her thong. She can feel the material pushed to the side to make way for his hand, which is now holding her pussy like he owns it. A quick sharp breath escapes her lips.
"
You
are, Master."
"Good girl, my precious
slave
."
His fingers are now circling her clit and Melissa can't stand on her own as he magically plays her body like it was his. Her lips find the closest skin of his she can find and they suck-kiss his neck while her legs get weaker and weaker. Then the sound of pants falling. The darkness makes it impossible to see, so every sound; every touch; every sensual breath that they take is recorded into their minds and played out with their bodies.
Ryan wants nothing else but to fuck her pussy right then, but he holds off. He has other plans for how to fuck her, right now. She did, after all, deserve some sort of punishment for her actions earlier.
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