After 10 days in Seattle shopping and visiting some of his old college friends (and attending a very memorable fraternity party), Matt and Sofia were finally headed home to Mexico. Before departing Roger and Kathy's lovely Queen Ann Hill home, Matt and Sofia extended their hosts an invitation to visit San Miguel soon after the New Year. Roger and Kathy were thrilled to accept and the four of them even penciled in some dates on the calendar for a week in early February.
Arriving at the airport about an hour ahead of their flight, Matt and Sofia breezed through Security. As seasoned global travelers, they had all their paperwork in proper order and were still able to stop in a bar to get a drink before their 9:00 am flight was scheduled to depart. Matt had his usual Bloody Mary with extra olives while Sonia had a large glass of red wine.
With a relatively long day of travel ahead of them, both Matt and Sofia were dressed very comfortably. Matt was wearing his favorite jeans, well broken in and very soft both inside and out. Following Sofia's suggestion soon after they met, Matt rarely wore his old boxer briefs anymore, and never with these jeans. His bulge was pressed hard against the pants inseam, which was just fine with him as he noticed Sofia frequently glancing at his crotch and smiling. For her part, Sofia was wearing a short denim skirt, sans panties. Up top, she had on a bright red tank top with an unbuttoned white blouse covering up her already erect nipples.
As they entered the gate area they couldn't help but notice how small the boarding group was. This was soon confirmed by the gate agent. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will begin boarding shortly for our flight to Dallas. There are only 47 of you on the manifest, so feel free to take up a whole row of seats if you wish. I will warn you now that the plane has been sitting here at the gate all night and is quite cool inside. So you may want to grab a blanket from the concession store since we no longer carry them on board.
While Sofia sat reading a magazine, Matt went and bought a couple of travel blankets. He also stopped at the bar they had just left and conned the bartender into selling him half a bottle of the wine that Sofia had been drinking.
Back at the gate now, Matt and Sofia were among the first in line to board the plane. Heading toward the rear they passed row after row of empty seats before each taking three seats on opposite sides of the aisle about five rows from the back. A short while later the door was closed, the flight attendants did their safety demonstration, and the flight was ready for takeoff. Matt and Sofia were strapped into aisle seats on their respective rows, reaching across the aisle to squeeze each other's hand as the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off.
It only took a couple of minutes for the pilot to reach their cruising altitude and the seatbelt sign was turned off. Sophie used the opportunity to slide over to the window seat and, resting her back against the window, stretched her legs across her row of empty seats. Matt, meanwhile, reached into his bag and tossed Sofia one of the blankets he had bought and handed her the half bottle of wine he had snuck on board. "Thank you, dear," Sofia said, smiling, and then proceeded to unscrew the cap from the bottle and took a giant swig.
Matt smiled back at his lovely wife. Although she had only lived there a very short time, Sofia was already very well immersed in the San Miguel community. Admired for her beauty, intellect and ability to more than hold her own with even the most macho of Mexican men, there was a very tender and loving quality to her that few people had ever seen. But Sofia also craved excitement; she had a wild and adventurous side that often led to exciting new experiences for the recently married couple to enjoy. Experiences that usually involved sex, exhibitionism and public displays of affection. Glancing over at his blond haired beauty, Matt knew he was in for a treat today.
Sitting up straight against the side of the plane, Sofia proceeded to remove the thin blanket Matt had bought from its plastic wrapping. Light in weight, the blanket would provide little warmth, but now that the plane was in the air the temperature in the cabin had warmed considerably. What the blanket would do, however, was provide a semblance of modesty in the event somebody happened to walk down the aisle.
Looking around to see if anybody was coming, Sofia whispered to get Matt's attention, "Psst... mírame, Mateo."
Turning sideways in his seat, Matt saw that Sofia had pulled back the open flaps of her blouse and was cupping her breasts with her hands through the red tank top she was wearing. Once she had his full attention, Sofia proceeded to pinch and pull on her nipples, making them even harder than they had been when they first boarded the chilly aircraft.
Seeing that no one was even in their vicinity, Sofia pulled the tank top down below her breasts and continued to fondle and pinch her nipples. Matt smiled and shook his head, knowing that once she got started touching herself, there was no way she would stop until she was completely satisfied.
