*God...what do I do about this,* Jerry fretted. The bell chimed from above, letting the passengers know they could unbuckle their seatbelts. What ensued was a frenzy. Hours on a plane culminated in these final moments where desperate travelers jostled to move one person ahead, like it would change their entire day. Jerry however was stuck thinking about how to hide his cock. 11 hours on a crowded plane. Despite distractions of movies and books, he and his penis were single-mindedly focused on reuniting with his love, Vivian.
Vivian and Jerry had been separated for over a year, but now were both flying in to Istanbul from China and the US. A love forbidden by geopolitics and the global pandemic. It was so close now though. Throughout the whole plane ride, it felt as though Jerry was already smelling her long silky black hair, already tasting her soft tender lips, and already caressing her supple breasts in his hands. His cock was agitated the whole flight, rising at the simple thought of her grace and her soft skin against his.
He remembered frequently their flight together previously to South Africa, where Vivian stroked him under the blanket almost to the point of climax, even with a passenger sitting right next to them. It took all his will to stop her then, and he in turn sucked in her soft moans as he rubbed her clit while keeping her hands from drawing his cum out. What he would have given to have her on this flight. Now, finally with the ability to take the next step, he was frozen with a massive display protruding from his pants. The blanket couldn't help him any longer. His sweatpants showed every little detail.
*Breath, breath.* He stretched his shirt out as much as it would go, tucked the tip of his cock up into his pants waist, picked up his bag and started shuffling through the aisle. No one is going to notice and even if they do, the embarrassment will only last for a moment.
"Thank you for flying with us!" the flight attendant addressed him cheerily as he advanced toward the front of the plane. The attendant glanced down at Jerry's pants, and quickly shifted his gaze back up. He raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you," Jerry responded, and ducked out of the cabin in a hurry. Jerry stepped out onto the tarmac to be greeted by the blue skies and rolling hills surrounding Istanbul's airport. He hustled into the bus to take him to the terminal.
*What will she be wearing?* Jerry stared at the roof of the bus as images slid through his mind. *Her black and white dress? Her dark navy dress? Her cashmere sweater I sent her last year? High cut top and short shorts? It's warm enough for it.* It was like switching outfits on a video game character, and they all were exciting and perfect. *What will she be wearing underneath...?*
Jerry imagined peeling her shirt down to reveal her gentle sloping shoulders welcoming his lips. He imagined a red strap, indicating a seductive red lace bra. He imagined her on the bed with her dress in his hands and a vision of her red hot panties in front of him, the final obstacle to suckling on her clit. The bus shook Jerry back to reality. He remembered he had to hold himself together for just another couple of hours. But every moment not with Vivian felt like torture.
Jerry alighted from the bus, and made his way quickly through the terminal only to be halted in the long immigration line. Sweat began to eek out of the pores on his forehead. He felt hot and anxious. Each moment in this line was one less moment with his baby. Jerry popped his head up over and over again, looking for the front of the line, but getting nothing. The slowness wore on him. He searched for internet anything to let him connect again with Vivian, even digitally.
*There, got it.* Jerry tapped rapidly on the phone, his anxious state pouring through his words.
They were met with a simple, but sweet and gentle caressing response, "It's okay Gougou, take your time." That was her pet name for him. Little dog. In all truth, he was her little dog. He lapped up everything she said and did. And also tried to hump her leg at every opportunity...
*There will be time.* He reassured himself. Her words convinced him. *You'll get there soon enough.* Eventually Jerry made it through the line and was greeted by a courteous lady at the counter. She quickly moved him through the process, approving his vaccination record, and clearing one of his last major hurdles. Jerry collected his bags at the claim, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to find his rental car.
The highways were clear, barely a soul on them. It was a helpful transition to have beautiful clear rolling roads for his first time driving in this new country. He found he could make up for lost time as well. Speed limits called for about 80km. He may have been going close to double... Jerry turned on the radio hoping to get a taste of the music scene. A sensual Turkish song filled the car, smooth and silky. His mind turned to visions of Vivian's hips pressed close to his and the two moving as one on the dance floor. Her chest brushed repeatedly along his upper abdomen, exciting both of them. They stared at each other as they twirled, her bright smile gleaming as always. Jerry drank it up.
His attention turned back to the road. The city was approaching and great mosques began to fill the horizon, their minarets piercing the sky. Jerry focused in for this final leg through the city, winding through streets as the Apple Maps voice called names he never could have imagined. An officer waved him through a COVID checkpoint after tagging him as an obvious tourist. 2 minutes...1 minute to the hotel.
Vivian likes it fancy. And boy did she do fancy for their first night in this city at the center of the world. As he rounded the corner, the impressive white building came into view. It's Victorian traditional architecture demonstrated the intense cultural fusion of the city and its history.
