It was going to be a great November/December vacation. My husband Bob and I were arranging a three-week trip to Hawaii not including weekend stopovers in San Francisco on the way over and back to break up the long flights. I'm Jane and we are both twenty- nine and have been talking about this vacation for what seemed forever. We never did have a honeymoon so this was going to do double duty.
I had screwed up and waited until a few weeks before leaving before doing any real shopping for the trip. One day in the mall had convinced me how stupid I had been. We live on the East Coast where it is cold in November and very few of the stores have any summer weather clothes out. It would appear I would have to spend precious vacation time shopping when we got there. Damn!
We arranged it so we could have a morning flight out to San Francisco so we would have more time to wander around that great city. We would be there for two nights before going out across the Pacific. The flight to California was a riot. It was a 747 with the normal both aisle and middle seats. We had gotten two seats on the side and with no one sitting between us had a little extra room to stretch out. There was A loud raucous couple in the middle five seats and they were sitting in the middle of the row. We wondered why for it made it more difficult for them if they wanted to get up to use the lavatory or just wander around to break the monotony of the long East to West flight. We saw the reason about two hours after take off.
They had raised the arm- rest between their seats and were cuddled very close. I looked over and could see the gal had her hand in the guy's crotch and I swore she had taken his cock out and was stroking it. I nudged Bob but he was by the window and didn't have as good an angle to see what was going on as I did. The gal buzzed for the flight attendant and asked for a couple of blankets. Blankets, it was warm in the plane? We soon saw the reason. The gal had draped one blanket over the guy's lap and obviously had his cock out and had him groaning a little with the pleasure. A few minutes later she had draped the other blanket over her head and had dropped her head to the guy's lap and was now bobbing away very slightly in her blowjob. I almost shit laughing and Bob could see what was going on and he laughed as well. Everything went along fine for the next few minutes until the plane hit a little rough air. It lurched up and then down rather severely and that had drinks flying all over the place. They weren't the only things that was disturbed. Apparently on the upward lurch it drove the guys cock so deep in her throat that her gag reflex took over and she was soon upchucking all over his lap. You could have heard him shout all over the plane. She must have had a very large breakfast for his lap was full of the stuff. Talk about laughing....we were rolling. By then the gal had uncovered her head and sat up. She looked over at us and we were in hysterics. The guy was pissed out of his mind but when she saw us laughing she gave a big smile and rose to go to the lavatory. Well, it was a great way to start the trip for us. Not so for the guy getting his pipes cleaned.
The touring of San Francisco was wonderful. Besides touring the old Alcatraz prison we saw a ton of things we would long remember. One of our old favorite restaurants had closed but we found a good few to replace it with. The flight over to Oahu a few days later went very smooth...no more rough air!!
Our hotel was right on the beach with our room on the seventh floor and had a balcony facing the ocean. The weather channel was forecasting temperatures in the mid-eighties, which was about fifty degrees warmer than what we had left behind us on the East Coast. Just what we wanted!
We went for a swim in the hotel pool the afternoon we arrived and then had dinner in the hotel restaurant rather than go out looking for one. We were going to have more than three weeks to ferret out some good eating spots and didn't feel like rushing it. It was going to take us a little time to handle the jet lag and we didn't want to hurry that at all.
As we sat down to dinner Bob started to laugh and said,
"You are not going to believe this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Look" and he pointed his head over to the side of the room.
WOW, it was the blow job couple from the plane going into San Francisco.
They hadn't seen us and it wasn't as if the guy would have recognized us anyway but the girl might if she saw us. Sure enough she rose to go to the ladies room and as she passed our table stopped and looked down at us and laughed.
"Small world." She said softly.
"We see you are able to eat again. We thought your throat might have been ruined."
"Not with the small thin thing I had in it." She said with a smile.
"Aw, that's a shame. It looked as if you were enjoying it." I said.
"It wasn't me who was enjoying it and I was only doing it to make up with him."
Bob couldn't resist the chance to brag about his big wand and said something like,
"Well, it's a good thing you weren't making up with me and have that rough air happen to you. Your throat would be ruined for a long time." He said with a big gleam in his eye and I kicked him hard under the table.
She said, " That might have been worth the price for the fun that would have come later."
I had to jump in for I had no idea where this conversation was leading. "Maybe we'll see you in the lounge later when we have our after dinner cognac."