The vacation of a lifetime is upon us. We're off for ten days of rejuvenation, relaxation, and boundless, boundary-less sex and togetherness, starting with eight hours or so in the air and then a shuttle to our hotel. We've packed only the essentials- swim gear, sunglasses, shoes to walk in and shoes to be on display in, hiking clothes, simple sexy clothes for dinner and of course, my collar and leash.
10 days, and we have barely more than a backpack each. The best vacations are the ones you only occasionally get dressed for.
We're at the airport, wandering the terminal until it's time to board our flight. I'm glowing with pride and excitement because the man I adore is guiding me here and there, his hand delicately placed on the small of my back and occasionally moving to cup my heart-shaped ass. It's times like this when I really appreciate my daily work to keep my body, his playground, well cared for.
Walking through the airport in my silver collar with ID tag, sexy leash, a cute purple mini-skirt, black sheer blouse and black stiletto boots that cuff at the knee makes me stand out among most of the travelers and we both appreciate the attention. Few things make me glow more than seeing my man's pride when others notice his sexy pet walking alongside him in an outfit that most people wouldn't have the courage to wear.
We're never more than arm's length apart because that's the way we both demand it. Bathroom stops take us to the family bathroom so I can suck Daddy's dick while I pee, and then clean his dick off after he's done. We window shop, people watch, and watch people watching us. We laugh easily and stop often for deep, probing kisses that most people assume only happen with newlyweds.
We enjoy each other's touch, warmth, and the completion of being together without an agenda, without a reason to rush. Daddy strokes my ass, and I hold his dick with my hand in his pocket, as we walk in sync and never skip a beat.
Watching the clock, we make our way back to our gate. We wait in line and board the plane as I lean into him, enjoying the feel of his hard, perfect dick against my ass. We find seats near the back of the plane, hoping to have the row to ourselves but knowing it doesn't really matter if we do or not. We're taking off in the evening, and most travelers will sleep through the flight and through the time zones.
Daddy sits at the window and I sit on the aisle, in quiet protest to anyone joining us until they truly have no other options. The doors close, announcements come, and we celebrate a row to ourselves, giving us room to comfortably snuggle through the journey.