Authors note: This story entails the events of being reunited with my husband after a long trip away, which I was reminded of recently when reliving part of it while chatting with one of my fans.
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It was six days ago since we were last together. The trip to Rio had an early departure, which meant that I needed to leave a day early to spend a night in Paris. Still in the same time zone, it was easy to connect together with Facetime and enjoy each other's company. Reclined in a couple of fluffy pillows on the hotel bed, I was lying displayed in front of the camera of my iPad and as always, I eagerly followed your instructions. If I performed well and to your liking you would reward me in kind. That was the last night we had shared an orgasm. After obeying all your demands and with the help of one of my favorite toys you had me quiver and panting from pure delicious excitement twice. The second time you made me beg for your cum, which you finally gave to me at the other end of the camera. I just love the way you explode with thick ropes of cum bursting from your bulbous cock head.
But that seems so long ago now. The flight to Rio had been long and after our little nightly fun on Facetime you had clearly instructed me not to play with myself. You know me all too well and that with the excitement of flying I would not have been able to restrain myself from cumming if I would have put a hand to myself in one of the lavatories. Something I am so used to and often do when I'm on duty.
You continued your sexual torture the entire three days I spend in Rio with tons of sms messages to tease and arouse me. Plenty of naughty requests and sexy images of you and your lovely big cock flooded my phone. As always, I tried to obey to all your wishes even when out and about with the crew. When I told you that we were taking a tour to Mount Corcovado you demanded a picture of me at the statue Cristo Redentor with my breasts exposed.
With all the people there it was asking quite a bit of creative thinking and cunning camera work to get this selfie to you. Later that evening you asked me not to wear any underwear under the summer dress I showed you on Facetime while I was getting dressed to go out with the girls. To be sure I was not cheating, I received a sms later on from you when we were in a local bar, where you asked of me to take a picture straight up under my dress right there on the spot and send it to you. In return you showed me the bulge showing under your trousers and just how horny I was making you.
The teasing progressed. You even had me masturbate on the beach while we were connected on Facetime and another time you tortured me like that while I was working out in the gym. But with every request you had me promise that I would not play with myself without your permission and when you did let me have a bit of fun, you would only allow me to fulfill some of my desires but stopped me from getting too close to the edge and obtain a much needed orgasm.
Following every single request, I gave my best performance each time, trying to excite you as much as I could. Watching you on Facetime the effect I had on you was evident. I loved watching you as well and seeing your cock twitch and getting slick with precum while I teased you. At times I could tell you were jerking your hard cock while watching me and when I performed well enough you would reward me by showing that lovely big rod to me while it jerked in your hand and was slick with precum that oozed down over its dark purple head.
But even every attempt and effort I made to excite you beyond the point of no return was in vain. You would stop me and tell me it was time to go, leaving me wait to receive your next sms with instructions or getting another video call. By the time I was strapped in the crew seat before take-off for the flight back to CDG, I was so horny I would swear I nearly came from just the sensation of the lift pushing me into the seat as the B777 soared into the air. You had made me promise again not to masturbate the entire flight. But here I am now, sitting opposite of you, confessing my disobedience.
After I returned back home early Sunday morning you allowed me some rest. I could clearly read the excitement in your eyes of being reunited again and felt your rod poke me through my uniform as you gave me a big hug. On many occasions when I would come home after a long trip, you would ravish me still half dressed, bent over the couch or against the wall with my uniform hiked up, but surprisingly you broke off my passionate kiss and told me to rest for a few hours because of lunch plans you had made.
Being used to the time difference and the frequent long flights that come with my job as air hostess, it just took a little over two hours to recharge my batteries. The warm water of the shower I took after waking up felt so good and revived me even more and I was looking forward to the lunch you had planned and share a nice meal. Still, lathering up all of my body with soap, I was reminded of the sexual tension that had been stored inside of me over these past days.
Again, I cheated and played with myself for a bit too long after I shaved my legs, armpits and ended at my delicate pussy. It felt so good and like the two times in the air on the way back from Rio, I had to force myself to stop from cumming. Even if you might not have been able to tell, I would have not been able to lie to you.
Just like when you asked about the flight back, I tell you every detail while you look me deep into my eyes. You have taken me to one of my favorite brasseries in the center of Bordeaux. We are sitting outside in a little quiet corner of the garden terrace. With the sun out and warm temperature it is rather busy, but one of the things that makes this particular restaurant so good, is that they do not try to cramp in as many tables as possible on the few square meters of space, leaving plenty of room for some privacy and sharing an intimate conversation.
You had allowed me to pick a dress to wear and I'm hoping that the light garment with spaghetti straps and low open back pleases you enough to forgive my bad behavior. You already made me feel guilty of my sins when I found the lovely present on the bed after I got out of the shower. The naughty lingerie set you had picked out for me revealed the desires that you have been craving.
The excitement runs through my veins as I close the strap of the shelf bra. The open cups leave most of my firm ample breast exposed with my nipples pointing free up in the air above the sheer black lace. As for the matching thong panties you can hardly talk about lace, the tiny triangle barely covers my swollen vulva disappearing in a tiny string between my bud cheeks. It also is barely able to constrain my excitement with my pussy getting wetter by the minute while we sit here chatting in the open air and your eyes trying to eat me up as I speak about my misbehavior.
You watch my nipples get hard and pointy, unobstructed and clearly outlined under the thin material of my dress, when you interrogate me about my first offence. You demand every detail of what I did after take-off from Rio and give me a hard time as I keep trying to convince you that I only played for a very short time and that I did not make myself cum. The tails of my naughty escapade in the lavatory are interrupted by the waitress who brings us the bottle of wine you ordered.
While she pours the wine, I suddenly feel your bare toes starting to rub along my feet. It is clear you must have slipped off your leather flip flops under the table as I feel both of your feet starting to play footsie.
"As forfeit for that little defiance you must show me how that sexy little bra fits you," You instruct me as the waitress leaves our table.
A bit nervous I look around. Most of the people around us are minding their own business and enjoying their food. The corner table means that no one sits behind us or is outside our visual range. Briefly I lean over the table and let the top of my dress fall open to give you a glance down my cleavage and flash my bare breasts at you.
"That is not clear enough," you say with a smile. "I want to see them fully exposed."
By now the blood is racing through my veins and I feel my face blush from the embarrassment you bestow upon me, while at the same time it makes me boil inside from excitement. It is not the first time I would flash my naked tits at you in public, but it for sure is the first time at such a busy venue. While your eyes stay fixed on only one point, my eyes anxiously scan the surroundings from left to right.
Carefully I pull my left arm through the thin strap of my dress, ensuring the small triangular piece of fabric covering my breast remains in place. Removing my right arm from the other straps takes even more effort, because any sudden move could make it drop and fully expose myself at the wrong moment. Your feet, that are running up my calves, are not making it any easier, while you watch me with intense desire.
