She was at the airport waiting for him to turn up. She hadn't seen him in three weeks, and hadn't spoken to him in nearly as long, she began to grow anxious that he wasn't going to show, and that she would have to take the flight alone.
From the corner of her eye she spotted him and her face broke out into a smile which she reserved especially for him. "I didn't think you were coming!" She said, dragging him towards the gate. "5 minutes to spare... you do like cutting it fine!"
"Imagine the things we could do in 5 minutes." he said, as he kissed her neck, making her weak at the knees.
"Save it for Italy!" she said, flashing her boarding pass at the cabin crew and making her way to her seat. "Aha, right next to the toilet, convenient." she said, while he raised his eyebrows and smirked at her.
They sat down and made themselves comfortable. She wasn't a keen flyer and became fidgety and agitated.
"Calm down!" He said, stroking her leg from her knee up to her hip. "We'll be there in no time... and I can think of many ways we can pass the time...!" She rolled her eyes at him, but she was at least smiling now.
The plane took off and soon enough they were in the air. Her stress had somewhat calmed, and she leant across the seat to kiss him. As they kissed, she placed her hand on his leg and moved it slowly upwards. His hand moved to her face and he pulled her tight to him. "Would you like anything from duty free?" The steward asked, interrupting the intimate moment.
"Err no, thanks." He replied, turning to her "if you insist on giving me a massive boner, can we at least put a blanket over us?!" She reached for a blanket and unfolded it, throwing it over their laps. She placed her hand on his studded belt and fiddled with the buckle until it was undone.
"I'm going to undo your trousers now..." she said, grinning at him, her eyes indicating that her thoughts were pure filth. "I'm not sure if it's the air pressure or the adrenaline, or just because I've missed you, but I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"You, are a scoundrel. And I'll absolutely let you fuck me." He kissed her, and brushing her hair to one side, he kissed her neck, bristling her ever so gently with his beard. She moaned and put her hand on his head, silently begging him not to stop. Her other hand unbuttoned his jeans and her hand was in his trousers.
"I love your cock." She said, taking a firm hold of his massive manhood. "Please, can I lick it?" She said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He replied, taking a moment to realise that he was a pretty lucky guy. She lowered her head and pulled the blanket over her. Within seconds he could feel her lips around his throbbing cock, her tongue licking the length, her hands cupping, gently bouncing his balls. He lifted the blanket so he could watch her, and he stroked her hair, wondering how long he could hold it before blowing his load. She was moaning against him and the vibration of her voice on his dick felt amazing.
"I'm so horny, you're going to have to fuck me now." She said, coming out from under the blanket. "Meet me in the toilet in two minutes." She climbed over him, making sure her perfect backside rubbed against him and lingered long enough for him to be absolutely sure that she was doing it deliberately. He smacked her as she got into the aisle and her eyes flickered with desire, she bit her lip in the way that he loves and she disappeared into the toilet. He rearranged himself and buckled his belt. He looked out of the window and wondered if two minutes had passed. He was desperate to fuck her, their time apart had only made him want her more and though it had almost been a month, he could still remember just the way it felt to be inside of her.
