I knew the look. I love that look. It's sort of like being devoured by your eyes. Totally focused and hungry. That look was maybe the most exciting thing on Earth. Passionate, raw, demanding, but still wrapped in a warmth of love. Always gives me the shivers.
But what could we possibly do. We were sitting the departures lounge (not one of those fancy, with possible private space lounges, but pretty spartan with some snacks and drinks, but not out with the masses spots to sit) an hour before a 5 hour flight and then home to the kids. And as cool as the mile high club might seem, practically on a packed daytime flight I couldn't see how we could make that work in any way you could get comfortable about not being seen.
As has always been the case I wasn't sure what the trigger was (just as well, if I knew I'd ruin it by using that trigger over and over and over). And after a long weekend away and alone it wasn't like we hadn't had lots and lots of sex over the past 4 days...
There were plenty of highlights, and more than a few experience stretching events to replay when in need of solo inspiration. In fact, I'd already replayed the hotel balcony in my head more than a few times, like now...at least I was sitting down...
"Should we go?"
"Oh, yeah. Guess so," thinking as I talked that I need to buy a minute or two to help let my daydreaming erection subside to be not quite as obvious to everyone around us.
A few minutes of nonsense chatter and questions, lines and passports and more lines, and after not too long we were settled into our seats. Seating was 2-3-2 across and we had 2 next to the window. I took the window and you took the aisle.
An hour after that we were ordering drinks at 38,000 feet. Shades were mostly closed throughout the cabin so it was dark, and after a little wine you had wrapped yourself into your blanket that you packed for the plane and drifted to sleep.
I was lost a show on my laptop, some spy thriller that passed hours on a long flight with a good mix of violence, suspense, and the occasional (and slightly out of place) graphic sex scene. This made my window seat position all the better since I didn't have to worry about hiding the screen when one of these scenes came on.
At some point you'd leaned into me while you were sleeping and apparently had also woken up because as I was lost in a particularly graphic scene (of limited need for the plot) in which a female agent seduces a source to keep on the bad guys' trail. I felt you move and remove the earbud from the ear near where your head was resting and whisper "I don't think you're supposed to watch porn on the plane".
"It's not" I whispered back, "it's a spy show".
"That one girl is fucking that other girl with her tongue," you whispered again, your breath warm on my ear.
This was exactly what was happening on the screen. "Yes, but it's really a spy show, it just has some sex in it."
"That's not just some sex in a show, that's porn, I mean look at that."
I was looking at it. I had been enjoying it, but now I was feeling a little guilty.
You whispered into my guilty silence "you like that though, don't you, two girls..." Your hand subtly dropped to my lap, "oh but not as much as I would have thought," as you probed finding no obvious evidence of an erection. "And she's hot too."
"Uh, well, ye—, er, which one?" Your hand was still in my lap, and I hadn't even noticed but was now covered with your blanket.
