This story follows the 'Watching You Watching Me' series of stories and it is recommended that you read them first for background and references, as well as Parts 1 & 2 of this series. All characters in this series are over the age of 18, are healthy and disease free and live in that blissful, alternate reality in which birth control is easily and readily available.
I stood in the line for TSA at the airport looking forward to getting back to New Mexico and classes. Christmas break had been wonderful, for the most part, and I'd enjoyed being home, among the welcoming arms, hands, and other assorted body parts, of family and other loved ones. Seeing Sir had been a little awkward. Despite a call from Brantley, made while I'd been happily sucking his cock, returning me to the care and control of those at home, Mr. R refused to 'take advantage of the privilege' and touch me. He was, however, willing to watch whatever and whenever I might be inclined to show, and even to reciprocate within limits, jacking off while watching me masturbate (or while Ali and I ate each other's pussies or Matt and I fucked or...well, you get the idea). I'd kind of enjoyed watching him again, especially when the prize was hot cum sprayed over me, or Ali.
Still, I'd missed the Professor and the special relationship we had, the way he taught me, controlled and disciplined me and the very special lifestyle he lived. Some things weren't so very different from what I'd learned and experienced with Mr. R, but others... Well, others were very different indeed. Meanwhile, I missed my roomie Cami too. We'd progressed a little, from simply having her suckle me once or twice a day to suckling with mutual masturbation (at Professor's instruction and with his permission). She wanted to bring her boyfriend over to join us, but thus far Brantley refused to allow anyone else to touch or fuck me without his explicit permission and direction. I certainly hadn't been deprived in any way, I mused, remembering some of the poker nights and parties at which I'd served and been serviced by and for him.
Just remembering had me tingling and wet, despite the fact that I was well and freshly fucked in a mutual family farewell event that had included a yummy double penetration by Daddy and Matt while Mama had circled providing loving licks and touches to various balls and bums and boobs and getting her own tits sucked and finger fucked by each of us, and occasionally all of us together, while she and I both came several times. What a party it was! And now Daddy was up in the tower working and I knew that my departing flight couldn't be in safer, more experienced or caring hands. The TSA officer waved me on through and I quickly grabbed my purse, carry on and boots. Sliding my feet back into my Uggs I headed for the gate and settled down to wait, playing one of my favorite phone app games to while away the time. There was a text waiting for me from Brantley that he had missed me and was 'eager' to see me again. I sent a ditto message and smiley face while I settled in to wait to board.
When the announcement came to board my flight, I switched off my phone, grabbed my bags and boarded. Stashing my carryon overhead and my purse under my seat, I grabbed my book and settled into my window seat, peering out for one last lingering look at Peavine and surrounds. I felt, rather than heard, the sounds of someone sitting in the aisle seat but didn't look over, until the familiar smell of a certain man's body hit me like a brick.
"Brantley!!!"
His mouth covered mine as he leaned across the adjoining seat, our tongues instantly seeking and making contact.
He reached to tug on my ponytail, "Surprise, little girl! I decided I couldn't wait another minute to see you again."
Looking at the book I clutched he tsked disapprovingly, and stood to rummage through a backpack in the overhead.
"Here, give me that book and read this instead," he directed, taking my science fiction epic and handing me a paperback copy of 'The Story of O'.
I'd read it already over the summer, out of curiosity but would read it again if he wanted. Settling back into my seat and tightening my seat belt, I listened to the safety lecture as we began to taxi out to the runway. The Professor seemed to be paying rapt attention too, but his near hand rested between my thighs under my skirt. I'd mostly stopped wearing slacks unless he asked me to on some rare occasion. It was much easier to show, or play, wearing skirts and dresses and we'd gone shopping together to pick out clothes that were specifically tailored with that in mind. Right now I was wearing a soft, loose cowl neck sweater over a short, pleated wool skirt. Brantley's hand was covered, and I had room to spread my legs for him. Neither of us paid any attention to the flight attendant checking that all seat belts were connected and the man didn't say a word to either of us to stop.
After we took off and the seat belt light was turned off Brantley leaned toward me.
"I want you to go to the bathroom, remove your panties and wait for my knock."
My nipples went rigid immediately as I nodded, getting to my feet. He stepped into the aisle allowing me past him and I headed for the bathrooms. The on the left was already occupied but I knew he could see me enter the bathroom on the right, closing and locking the door. Looking around at the confined space I thought it was a very good thing that both Brantley and I were slender. Even so... There was a quiet knock and I unlocked the door kneeling up on the toilet lid as he entered and locked the door again.
"Come here..." he growled, pulling me back toward him.
It took us some maneuvering but we managed to turn, so we were face to face. Resting my ass on the counter I watched eagerly as he stroked himself to full erection sliding forward into me.
"Play with yourself Mandy. Make yourself cum!" he murmured in my ear.
He was pounding into me so hard that my head was rocking back on my neck hitting something behind me. He growled again, his teeth clamping down against my neck firmly. The fingers I had pressed between us rubbed my clit, while his hands gripped my ass hard.
"Now, Brantly...I'm cumming now!" I whispered intensely as my body started to clench and spasm around his.
He grunted a response, and I felt his cock swell inside me, jerking with his orgasm. He leaned against me groaning as his spunk filled me to overflowing and I heard the drip, drip of it hitting the floor. Grabbing my panties off the counter he pulled away from me, using them to dry himself and wipe my pussy with them as well, before shoving them in his pants pocket. He kissed me hard and let himself out. I cleaned up as well as possible before letting myself out too. The flight attendant who'd seen us during the seat belt check had also noticed the bathroom occupancy issue. He gave me a grin and a wink but once again, didn't report us and I settled back in my seat to read for the remainder of the short flight.
Albuquerque airport seems vast and sprawling compared to Reno and it seemed to take forever to get to the luggage carousel and retrieve my hold baggage. Brantley went to get his car which was a nice change rather than renting a car or having to wait for the bus.
As he started driving I realized that he was grumbling, apparently to himself, that modern cars aren't made for sex. He complained intermittently about damned cramped seats and spaces and consoles... I smiled to myself. I seldom thought about him being twice my age (or more), but moments like this brought it to my attention.
Touching his thigh I asked softly, "Could we, maybe, pull off the road for a bit?"
