THE PLANE RIDE
She took his hand as the plane accelerated down the runway and squeezed tightly. She hated this part of flying, but at least there was something worthwhile at the end of this one. The four-hour flight would end with them alone on a tropical island for a whole week; her heart beat faster just thinking about it.
She closed her eyes as they rocketed skyward, visions of tall palm trees swaying in the warm tropical breeze along an endless stretch of white sand beach filled her head. She could see them sitting by the pool sipping island concoctions of rum and pineapple, the faint melody of calypso music floating through the air.
A sudden jolt of turbulence broke her from her reverie. She let out a small cry and grabbed tight on his arm as the plane dropped slightly.
He smiled at her, even though she couldn't see him with her eyes clamped shut. The cold wet rain would soon be a memory he thought as he stroked her arm with his fingertips. "It's almost over," he whispered as the plane leveled out.
She opened her eyes and watched the clouds change from black to grey and then a bright white as the plane burst through the tops. The sun was already low in the sky, giving the cloud tops a deepening pink hue.
After a typical airline dinner, they snuggled up next to each other and watched the sun creep below the horizon. The sinking sun turned the clouds an incredible kaleidoscope of red, purple and orange. "It's beautiful," she said.
"Not as beautiful as you," he said, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
She turned her head and kissed him full on the lips. Her hand on his cheek as their lips met in a warm wet embrace. After several other short pecks, he turned to look out the window at the rapidly diminishing daylight and the growing number of stars.
Sliding the armrest between them up out of the way, she sidled up against him, her head on his shoulder. She tucked her long legs up underneath her, congratulating herself for having chosen first class tickets. The first class cabin was nearly empty with just one other couple sitting three rows in front of them. Daydreaming about the island, her hand dropped to his knee and started stroking his thigh.
"That's not very fair you know," he said.
"What are you talking...Oh sorry," she said, watching the growing bulge in his pants. Her hand traveled between his legs, and, with a smile, she massaged his hardening penis through the cotton.
His eyes closed, a soft moan of pleasure escaped from his lips. Her gentle touch sent bolts of electricity through him. Her fingers toyed with his manhood, getting him harder and harder. Well, he thought reaching out for her leg, two can play this game. He caressed her legs, gently pulling up the hem of her white cotton dress. She opened her legs slightly then clamped her thighs down tightly on his hand.
"I'm going to the lavatory, why don't you get a blanket and some pillows from the flight attendant."
He watched her saunter forward and flash him an impish grin as she disappeared into the lavatory. He quickly fetched a blanket and a couple pillows from the overhead bin, hoping no one would notice his "condition" before he sat back down.
After several minutes, she finally was heading back to him. She stopped and said something to the flight attendant on her way. The cabin lights dimmed as she sat down next to him, tucking her purse under the seat in front of her.
"What did you do, tell her we wanted mood lighting?"
"No. I told her we wanted to get some sleep so we'd be well rested when we got to the hotel. Now let's get situated."
She took the blanket and covered them up, her arms once again encircling his as she snuggled up close. She threw one leg over his, her foot caressing his calf as her hand trailed back between his legs. He was still hard as steel as she undid his zipper and caressed him through his boxers. His hand reached over to fondle her breast through the thin cotton dress. He could feel her nipple hardening as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
Well that explains the trip to the lavatory he thought.
As if reading his mind, she moved her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties either." He instantly got harder in her hand. Well that had the desired effect, she thought. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of his boxers and drew her fingernails sensuously up the underside of turgid manhood.
His hand left her breast and went to her knee. He slid it up her thigh, the dress bunching up as he went higher and higher until his fingers met the downy tufts of hair between her legs. Lightly he rubbed the already moist outer lips of her love muffin. Her legs spread slightly as he continued caressing her intimate area.
What an incredible touch. She couldn't help but open her legs to the soft sumptuous caress. She needed more and reached down to guide his fingers inside her. They easily slipped inside and he pushed them in and withdrew them with an unhurried rhythm, her juices flowing like a rain-swollen river.
Her free hand unconsciously went to her breast and massaged it, while her other hand continued leisurely stroking his rock hard penis. She wasn't worried about him now though, all her concentration was on the growing fire between her legs as she moved both hands to his, setting the pace of his thrusts.
He soon found the tempo that was to her liking and watched her pleasure build. He could feel her starting to contract around his fingers, but it was her face that told the true story. Her eyes were glassed over, her mouth half open. The short quick breaths told him that she was on the edge and just needed a little push. Not just yet though, he slipped his fingers out of her, making her reach down and put them back in. Okay now, he thought. He reached out and massaged her hard nipples.
That was all she needed to get over the edge. She came in short quick bursts, the contractions almost breaking his fingers. He continued his stimulation as she came down from her orgasm.
"That was incredible," she said. "Now it's time to reciprocate."
He watched in bewilderment as her head went beneath the blanket, and he felt her warm wet tongue licking the underside of his shaft. Purposefully she licked her way to the head, swirling her tongue around the tip then taking his entire length in her mouth.
She bobbed up and down, quickly coating his cock with saliva. Her hand replaced her mouth, stroking furiously as they kissed. His body tensed and she felt the warm stickiness covering her hand. They continued kissing as her fingers slid up and down his slick shaft.
"I've got to go clean up. Don't you go anywhere."
"I'll be right here," he called after her as she headed for the lavatory.
He was asleep by the time she got back to her seat. Well at least he'd be rested when they got to the resort. She sat next to him and shortly joined him in contented slumber.
DANCING AND DRINKING
The jolt of the landing roused them from their siesta as the flight attendant announced the local time of 9:07 p.m. Traveling first class also had the advantage of expedited customs checks, and in a few minutes, they were standing outside the terminal. Warm tropical breezes rustled through the palm trees offering slight relief from the warm humid night.
She was the first one to spy the chauffeur. He held a cardboard sign with their name on it. Quickly the bags were loaded in the trunk and they sped off to the resort.
"How long of a ride is it?" She asked the driver.
"About fifteen minutes, ma'am."
She sat back in her seat pouting.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" He asked.
"Fifteen minutes isn't nearly long enough to make proper use of the backseat," she complained, stroking his leg and smiling devilishly.
"There'll plenty of time for that after we check in."
"I suppose," she said turning to watch moonlit island scenery slide by.
The ride took the allotted time and they stepped out of the limo and into a tropical paradise. Lush greenery was everywhere, exotic flowers exploding with color. As they entered the lobby, the faint sounds of island music wafted in through the open windows. A porter whisked their bags away to their room as they signed the guest register, and a waiter appeared from nowhere with tray full of fruity island concoctions.
"Might as well start now," he said taking a pair of drinks from the tray and handing one to her.
"What's in it?"
"Just drink it; if you don't like it we'll get you something else."
She looked right at him and sensuously wrapped her lips around the straw. One quick suck filled her mouth with a delicious combination of rum and fruit. "I love this, we need to get more."
He smiled at her and putting an arm around her waist guided her out the door and toward the music. After following a short path, they emerged into the pool area. The party was already in full swing. A calypso band played on a stage overlooking the pool. People danced everywhere, the pool, the dance floor, even in line at the Tiki-hut style bar.
As he scanned the area for a seat, he couldn't help but notice her swaying to the music, her hips shaking in time with the thump of the steel drum. He took her drink and set them both down on the edge of a planter. Wrapping his arms around her, their bodies melted together as they moved to the rhythm of the music.
As soon as their bodies met, she could feel his building arousal. "Are you horny?" She asked, pulling him close.
"What do you think?" He asked spinning her around and grinding his hard cock on her ass.
She reached around and massaged his penis. "I think we both are, and after we get good and drunk I'm going to take you to our room and fuck your brains out."
The song ended as she walked away. "Where are you going," he called after her.
"To get more drinks. Find us a table."
The line at the bar was long but moved quickly, finally it was her turn. "I want two of the strongest drinks you have that don't taste like alcohol."
A minute later two tall frozen drinks appeared in front of her. "Thank you," she said turning and looking for him. There he was. A secluded table at the edge of the beach.
"Here you go, the bartender says these will get us drunk the fastest."
