Disclaimer: This story is 100% fiction and for entertainment purposes only.
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I Hadn't been dating the astounding Irish actress Katie McGrath for more than two months when the holiday season rolled around. I had expected Katie to travel back home to see her folks in Ireland and I'd see mine, but the dark haired beauty surprised me by asking me to go with her.
"You've got your passport updated of course. I would think, otherwise I wouldn't have met you in Vancouver," she laughed. "So I don't see the problem."
"There isn't a problem," I chuckled back over the phone. "It's just unexpected is all. We haven't even slept together and we're already to be spending Christmas overseas together, probably sharing a room, and I'm meeting your parents. That's a big jump."
"It is a big jump," Katie concurred in her delicious accent. "Is it one you don't want to make yet? I understand we've mostly been long distance."
"I think I want to, tear off the bandaid or whatever. I'm just afraid of it not working out for some reason. I don't think I want to be stranded in Ireland if your parents hate me and your dad turns me out," I rushed.
She was silent on the other end for a moment. "My father is pretty old fashioned, but Mum is easy going and able to calm him down. I think it would be good for us, but if you don't want to, I understand."
I sighed and told her, "I think I have to give this a shot. You have been nothing but great to me since I met you, and I think I owe it to you and us to give this a try."
I could almost hear her smile from where she was, because the little squeal she let out was very audible. "Yes! I promise you'll love my parents, and I can't wait for you to see home. You'll fall in love with it, Nate, I promise."
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A few days passed with anxious anticipation, buying tickets, and packing. Me and Katie were finally making a romantic holiday getaway, and it would be the most time we were able to spend together in one trip.
We were on the plane, flying business class, which was comfortable but not ridiculously plush, and not over crowded. The basic comforts of the flight did little to calm my flying anxiety.
"Hey, are you okay?" Katie asked, stroking my hand with her thumb. "You look a little pale."
"Yeah, I'm just not a great flier. This is only my third time in the air, too," I said. "I haven't had a lot of extra roles I couldn't just drive to."
"Ah," she said, no hint of judgment in her voice. "Maybe getting a bit cozy would help, hmm?" my sweet Katie asked, pulling out a small checkered lap blanket from her carry-on.
I made nothing of it, as she held my hand innocently under the blanket, but I unexpectedly felt her other hand rubbing my thigh. I relaxed into it, but tensed a little as she got higher and higher.
"Are you okay, honey? Flying is really getting to you?" Katie asked sweetly, her little hand now on my crotch. "Here, let me help some more," she offered as she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down oh so slowly.
The flying wasn't just getting to me, but the idea of getting caught on a plane with my famous girlfriend's hand around my cock also had me on edge.
"Katie, I appreciate the sentiment, but maybe this isn't a great idea?" I said, trying to sound calm and not at all shaky.
"Shhh, don't worry about it, love," she soothed me, kissing my jaw and sliding her hands into my opened jeans, feeling my hardening length over my underwear. "You may be nervous, but you're also a little excited. I can tell," she whispered into my ear. I also couldn't believe that an airplane on the way to see her parents would be the first time I'd feel her hand on my cock.
"That does feel good," I relented, easing up a bit.
"I do say," she murmured, slipping her fingers under the waistband and feeling my hot skin. "You're so smooth, so warm," she whispered as her fingertip traced the bottom vein of my hardening dick. "I just wish I could get your pants off, make it a little more comfortable for you. I can't fondle your balls like this, can I, Nate?"
I was also figuring out what a tease she was. Because we were long distance, we hadn't gotten too hot before, so this side of her was new. We were both faithful as far as I knew, so it made sense she had needs just like I did.
I closed my eyes and reveled in Katie's smooth hand slowly working my dick, her occasional kiss to my jaw or cheek, and her steady breathing in my ear as she rested her head on mine. Anybody walking by our seats would swear we were just napping.
"I want to suck this long, thick cock, Nate. I want you to feel my lips sliding over the tip and wrapping around you, my sweetheart." I shuddered at Katie's words, wishing much the same. She had noticed that little action, and she giggled, spurred on by it.
"Katie, I want you, too," I told her, our foreheads pressed together as she continued to work my length. "I want to feel the heat between your legs."
"I want to taste you so bad, all of you," she almost whined as she removed her hand from me and took it out from under the blanket. I could see just a tiny bit of my shiny precum between her thumb and index finger. She made a show of removing it with a single, long skilled lick, leaving the little string on her tongue for me to see.
"Fuck," I groaned as she smiled wickedly. "You're so fucking hot, Katie. Oh my God." She smiled again, and licked the palm of her hand before returning it to me under the blanket.
With the new lubrication of her spit, Katie was able to use more confident wrist action. As good as it felt, I was also a little worried the action would bring more attention to what we were doing.
