It's early, still dark out early, as I make the long drive to the airport. I'm excited the day has finally arrived. In a few hours the hunger that's been growing over the past few weeks will finally be sated.
It's a really long flight and during the time I'm not catching up on sleep from having to wake up so early, I'm re-reading every text and email we've exchanged and remembering details of the sordid conversations we've shared. It doesn't take long before I work myself into a flustered state.
I'm in a window seat and covered by a small airline blanket. The person next to me appears to be sleeping. I wonder if he or anyone else would realize it if I were to slip my hand under the blanket and up my dress? To test the waters, I decide to slip my hand under the blanket and rub my thighs; nobody seems to notice. I move my hand a little higher after a few minutes so that I can feel the bands of my thigh highs, the tips of my fingers barely touching what seem to be very moist panties.
Feeling brazen, I push my own limits a little further by moving my hand up slightly and pushing my panties to the side. The tips of my fingers are now touching my bare flesh, gently exploring the folds of my outer lips. I'm wet enough right now that If I'm not careful, everyone around me will hear the sounds I'm making by playing with my wet pussy on the plane. I need relief bad, and I'm shameless, but decide that even though the thought of getting off while surrounded by strangers excites me, I could probably get into a lot of trouble if I were to be caught by the wrong person.
I decide a much more private setting would be appropriate. I excuse myself from the aisle, making my way to the lavatory. After locking the door I lean back on the counter. I spread my legs and then raise my right leg to rest my foot on the closed toilet. Using my right hand, I move my panties to the side and start pushing my ring and middle fingers in and out of my now dripping pussy. I raise my left hand to my mouth to get my fingers nice and wet for my clit. I start gently circling my bean with my fingertips and think of his tongue.
I'm not comfortable enough to have a whole body orgasm but I'm certainly excited enough to get myself off good. As I start cumming, I bite down on my lower lip, close my eyes and whimper as softly as I can. I try really hard to be quiet while I'm cumming but I'm not certain if I am discrete enough.
After taking a moment to come down, I wash up and try to straighten out my disheveled appearance. I'm pretty sure the lavatory smells like my sex. I open the door and make my way back to my seat. I wonder if my neighbors have any idea what I'd been doing? Am I flushed? Do I still carry the scent of my pussy on my fingers? Is it lingering elsewhere on my body? I secretly hope it is and that someone knows what I've just done. I smile to myself, close my eyes, and sleep for the remainder of the flight.
My plane lands, I pick up my luggage and rental car and drive to the hotel. I'm totally refreshed from my sleep and the mini-pleasure session I gave myself on the flight. I call him after I've checked in to let him know where to meet me for lunch.
I quickly unpack, making sure to place my favorite sex toy where he'll be able to see it. It's a medium sized g-spot/clitoral vibrating stimulator. The box at the store was labeled "Cuddle Bear," but I call it CB for short. I take a seat on the couch and wait for him to arrive. I've given him instructions, I'm hoping he'll follow them precisely.
After 20 minutes, he arrives. I left the door partly open so he's able to let himself in. He closes and locks the door behind him. I've drawn the curtains so the room Is dimly lit. Just enough light for me to see his form. He enters the room and stops before me.
As instructed, without a word, he slowly removes his shirt and places it on the coffee table that's been moved out of our way against the wall of the room. He stands in front of me and slowly turns around allowing me to take a long hard look at his perfect body as he towers over me. Once he's turned full circle he kneels before me.
We're now eye level and I'm looking directly into his eyes. He knows exactly what I want and he begins by placing his hands on my knees while slowly spreading my legs. We say nothing to each other, he's not here to chat, he's here to please me. I'm still completely clothed in a dress, thigh high stockings and black riding boots.
He eases my dress up a bit to give him better access and moves his head closer between my legs. I know he can smell the residual scent of the sex I had on the plane, I can smell it too, but I don't care. In fact, I purposely chose not to freshen up or change out of the panties that had been drenched in my own cum just a few hours ago because I know how much it will turn him on. He is a dirty, freaky pervert which is one of the reasons we're so perfect together.
He gives me a knowing look and smiles up at me confirming that I was right about what he likes. He takes a long deep breath through his nose taking in all of the aroma and moves in closer. Using only his face, he takes the crotch of my panties into his mouth and starts to suck my dried cum out of them. I'm getting aroused at the site of this beautiful man getting excitement from sucking my panties. My juices start to flow immediately.
After sucking the cum covered crotch material for a few minutes, he's ready for me to make him some more. He helps lift my hips and he removes my panties. He places me back on the couch and plants his face back between my legs. He slowly kisses my upper thighs moving his way up to the center of my slit. He gently takes my lips in his mouth, kissing and sucking on them. He's driving me wild, I can't wait for him to get to the center.
