We board the plane just as the final call is made. You hold my hand as we jog up the plank and down the aisle to our seats. First class, for the first time and I am excited. I sit on the inside near the window with you next to me. We are on our way to my hometown; you've never been before, but, since we are engaged, we both figure meeting my extended family is inevitable.
I watch you closely as you lean back in your seat, eyes lightly closed. Your sexiness is evident in everything about you. Your firm jawline and wide set features fit perfectly with your large frame. I notice you still hold my hand on top of your stomach. I squirm in my seat, remembering what lies just south of my hand. At my movement you gaze over at me with those brilliant eyes.
"You okay?" You ask, naïve of my thoughts.
"Sure am. What about you?"
"I'm a little nervous... but excited too." You smile.
Not excited enough I think to myself and grin. I consider saying it, but decide against it and, instead, lay my head on your strong shoulder. You aren't on the same page as I am and it is better this way, afterall, an airplane is not the easiest place to satisfy our needs. Why should we both suffer with the visions of our bodies writhing together, our cries of ecstasy mingled as you push yourself deep inside my hot wet chamber? Oh God, how am I going to make it through this 6 hour flight and then hours of family time before I get you alone??? I need to think about something else.
Luckily, the stewardess is coming through to take our drink orders. Your eyes glint as you look over her supple body in the short skirt. The blond stops and stutters looking you over as you just did her. In my state I am slightly annoyed at this. I watch as you openly flirt with the girl as I sit next to you thinking only of your touch. I look out the window and mindlessly order my drink. She leans over to hand it to me her breasts shamelessly in your face.
"Wow, what an interesting pin," You comment of the wings that decorate her breast.
She fumbles with my drink, sending it all over my neck and chest. She apologizes as she spits and stumbles to clean my summer dress. Accidentally grazing my breast, she pulls back quickly. I look at her and smile through my annoyance.
"Its okay I know it wasn't YOUR fault." I glance knowingly at you and then away as we hit a patch of turbulence.
The captain puts on the seatbelt sign and I am unable to get up to clean. Stuck in my sticky white-wined dress, I pat my body and look away. I'm not as angry as I seem, but, as you are so eager to make it up to me, I allow you to think I am very annoyed.
"Baby, now, come on don't be mad at me." You sputter.
I ignore you pouting out the window. Your hand grazes my knee and you are very attentive with every part of your body.... except the part I really need right now. I think of your hand running up my thigh to find me wet and waiting, and shiver with delight. Your fingers could be searching, rolling my clit in small circles. Stroking my wetness, making me drip. I'm lost in the idea of it, squirming in my seat. You squeeze my knee and I glance over at you and you smile, almost as if you know what I am thinking. The seatbelt light goes off and I quickly rise to go wash my sticky neck, chest and arms.
Walking swiftly down the aisle, I open the door and walk in, turning to close it behind me but you are there. You push me lightly backwards until my ass rests on the sink counter, a glint in your eyes.
"You aren't really mad at me are you, love?" You tilt your head and come so that you are speaking just above my face. You look so sexy and, to have your body lightly pressing against mine, our chests just grazing, causes my nipples to harden and my breath to become shallow.
"N-no. Not really but now I'm all sticky from the wine and, you have to admit, it is your fault...giving her the eye, commenting on her breasts-"
"I did not, I merely commented on her pin. You know there's nothing in the world better than your breasts." You breath, your mouth getting closer with each word to my lips and your hands slide across my chest to find my already erect nipples.
I gasp and you take advantage, diving in to taste my mouth. You taste sweet as your tongue slides in and out of my gaping mouth. It runs along my teeth and lips lightly, only to drive inwards savagely. You hands skim my sides down to my hips. Suddenly I am on the counter and you are between my long legs. I wrap my arms around your back to grab your shirt and pull it upwards and my legs cross, instinctively around your waist. We break as I pull your shirt up and over your head. My nails lightly score your chest and stomach and I growl with appreciation. I've never seen a man as beautiful as you. You smile wickedly. "See? You're not half as mad as you thought you were, are you?"
"Just because I want you doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for the spilled wine buddy!" I laugh pushing my nail into your chest.
"Well, I know you are sticky so let me fix that." You whisper as you lean forward to lap at my jawline. You start at my chin sucking and nibbling towards my ear as I stretch my neck back allowing you free access.
