The anticipation of getting away was bubbling through her. They had been cooped up with the kids for so long. A just them two day getaway to Vegas for just plain ole adult time was an intoxicating idea. So much so that it had kicked her libido into overdrive. She had woken up that morning excited and that got translated into morning sex as soon as he tried.
Sitting, waiting to board the flight with him next to her, she ran through her head what she packed. The list ticking off in her head.
Ditty bag, check, phone chargers, check, pot edibles and patch for flying, check, new sexy panties for showing off for him, sexy nightie to get laid in check, new vibrator, oh fuck!
She had a twinge run through her. He was going to be disappointed that she didn't bring it. She was disappointed she didn't bring it.
"Uh, Sweet?" She whispered out
"Yeah?" He said looking up from his phone.
"I forgot the new toy." She said softly fearing his disappointment. She knew how much he enjoyed watching her get off for him. She also loves doing exactly that.
"Hmmmmmmm." He hummed out. "What shall we do about that?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow and smirk.
"I think we could find a toy or two down there. The only thing is you do need to be punished for your forgetfulness." He explained with a mock snootiness.
When he said punishment her clit jumped. Punishment for them meant that he got to do sexy things at random times and places, she was not permitted to stop him. It was more a sexy fun time where she had to be a bit submissive. Also usually ended up with her ass up naked masturbating, as he spanked and fondled her ass. This was something she originally did not think she would enjoy, but the one time that his spank just as she climaxed into a shaking mess sealed it for her. She could feel her sex getting wet in her yoga pants in anticipation.
"Have you put on your patch yet?" He inquires.
"No not yet." She replies.
"Well I think you should, oh and use the whole patch as I want you good and loose on this flight." He returns.
He knew how much anxiety she had with flying. The pot had been the best way to relax her. She also knew that the suggestion of the whole patch meant he was going to enact some of the sexy punishment on the plane.
In the stall of the bathroom she finishes up wiping but then lets her fingers linger over her clit, knowing that his hand was going to be in her pants for most of the flight. She loved that idea. A few more circles and she pulled her hand away.
Taking the patch out of her pocket she lifted her shirt and undid her bra. She found that the patch was most effective under her breast with her bra on. She knew she was going to be on a ride with the whole thing.
She met him back at the gate. The airline was just beginning to call rows for boarding. They get on and find their seats. A window and a middle seat. To their surprise the aisle seat remained empty.
She held his hand firmly for the take off, but the patch did help quite a bit. She was feeling a wonderful feeling of fuzzy. He pulled out his tablet and they got set to watch a movie.
Feeling warm she decided to take off her sweatshirt, laying it in her lap, not realizing that it was going to give him perfect cover to ease his hand between her thighs. It was a very welcome intrusion. She adjusted so he could glide his fingers over her lycra covered pussy. She moved a bit so that her lips were spread wide and his touch was directly on her clit through the fabric. The touch was light and teasing but it was made more intense from the high she was enjoying.
Reaching down, her hand guided him to exactly where she wanted it, how she wanted it rubbed, and how hard. He dutifully did exactly what she showed. The sweatshirt was impeding all view, but the thrill was making her very wet. It did not take long to climb up to a teetering point. With a few more perfect rubs her orgasm poured through her.
She tried to adjust as nothing had happened only to get a scolding glance. She knew that it was now punishment time.
"What is he going to make me do?" she thought.
Leaning over he kissed her deeply then whispers in her ear to pull down her yoga pants.
"I want to feel that freshly waxed sex of yours."
A jolt of trepidation shot through her, but the thrill of the idea and her impatient pussy wanted to feel his hand.
"Nobody is going to see if you keep your sweatshirt covering, and the guy in the next row is asleep." He says in a reassuring yet commanding tone.
She could feel an illicit feeling coursing through her. Moving slowly to ease down the pants. His touch was electrifying as it touched her now bare leg. He moved it to her slickness and played in it. Up and down was the touch. First along the freshly waxed skin, then parting her lips gently. His caressing did not take long to have effect. She was so turned on it didn't matter who saw at this point an orgasm was all that she wanted. He didn't disappoint, rubbing opposite of his norm sends her over quickly. Trying to not show her intense arousal as she came down.
He let her re-adjust and pull up her pants. A few minutes later the flight attendant brought two small bottles of champagne and some orange juice with a note on a napkin.
"Here is a treat for the well hidden show. I saw what was going on, but that is only because I looked for it. You two are good at stealth."