Greg and I have been dating for nearly 10 years. He is the most wonderful guy I could have ever wished for.
Just last month during dining, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I've been waiting for him to ask for years, and of course, I said yes. I couldn't have wished for anything more.
You see, Greg and I met in middle school and we started dating our freshman year of high school. We were in the same grade and we lived just houses away from each other. It was meant to be from the start.
He was a geeky high school kid, and I was a book nerd. I loved the school library. Sure we each had our own thing, but we shared so much in common it was crazy. He's helped me grow in so many ways.
He has always been the sweetest, most romantic guy I've ever known. He was my best friend, and now my husband to be.
Right after high school, we both went to the same college. He pursued an education in Computer Science while I pursued my dream of becoming a teacher. After our freshman year of living in a dorm a whole floor apart, we moved into our own apartment in our sophomore year.
Both of our parents were very supportive of us. I was family to his family. They even helped pay my way through college and got us an apartment together. They loved me almost as much as they loved him.
Greg and I share a very special thing. We were both each other's first. He loved me so much I knew I would be his only one forever. He is all I would ever need.
I can still remember our first time. We escaped to his parent's cabin when we were 17 one night. It took a lot of planning, me convincing my parents I was going away with my girlfriends for the weekend, and him convincing his parents he wanted a guys night at the cabin. He was such a gentleman.
It was a cold snowy night, but the cabin was so warm from the fire he started and the hundreds of candles he lit. Our bodies were free while he held me tight in his embrace on the floor next to the fire surrounded by dancing candle flames.
He was so kind, so gentle, so loving.
It felt amazing.
He has always been just as kind and gentle. I couldn't have asked for someone better.
After college, we moved to California where he got a great job in Silicon Valley. We bought a townhouse, and I started teaching at a nearby elementary school.
He told me the reason he took so long to ask was that he wanted to save up for a ring, a wedding, and a honeymoon I deserve.
The ring he proposed with was absolutely gorgeous.
We had planned the wedding a few months away. Making sure all of our family would be able to make it.
I was in wedding planning mode, and I loved it.
I couldn't stop imagining him at the end of the aisle. His scrawny geeky self looking so handsome in a suit and tie.
About a month before the wedding, Greg got word that he needed to go overseas for work for a couple of weeks. I was a little bummed out, it would be the longest we'd ever been separated since we first met.
It was hard seeing him go. I dropped him off at the airport and nearly cried as he walked into the terminal.
"I love you, sweetheart," he said as he gave me one last kiss, "To the moon and back. I'll see you soon."
The next few days were rather lonely, but I still had a wedding to plan. It kept me somewhat preoccupied.
Then, it happened. The biggest surprise.
He called me letting me know he was sending me a ticket to come and visit him! I was over the moon! Not only did he already contract my school, but he got me a first-class ticket!
I was so excited, I was frantic. I packed two of my suitcases, stuffing in half of my closet. I even went down to the mall and grabbed a few pieces of sexy lingerie I thought I would surprise him with.
Before heading to the airport, I threw in a few changes of clothes into my carry on. It was going to be a long flight, and I wanted to be in a fresh change of clothes before I landed and gave him a big hug.
Upon arriving at the gate, I started getting somewhat nervous. This flight would be the first flight I have ever taken on my own. An anxious chill tingled through me.
Waiting for the plane to board, I noticed this guy across the terminal, he was staring at me. I couldn't tell whether he was 20 or 40. He was dressed professionally, in a suit that was fitted to him perfectly.
I didn't think too much of it at the time, I was way too full of anxious excitement.
I loved being one of the first to board. The plane was missive. I had never been in one so large. As I walked in, the first thing I walked past was an in-flight bar! I couldn't believe it!
My seat was a few rows down, it geeze did it look comfortable! I had never flown in first-class before.
"Can I help you with that?" came a voice from behind me, startling me slightly.
"Oh!" I said startled, nearly dropping my carry-on to the floor. His face was familiar. It was the face that was staring at me earlier in the terminal.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said sincerely.
"Sh-sure," I replied, handing him my bag, "Thank you, such a gentleman."
"Think nothing of it," the man replied, hoisting my bag up with ease.
"Looks like I'm right there," he said pointing to the seat next to mine.
"Thanks, Oh, cool," I said, taking a seat. "This is my first time in first class."
"I love first class," the man said, taking a seat next to me, "I always fly it."
"I can see why," I said, between a light nervous giggle.
"My name is Mark by the way," he said reaching his hand out. His hand was large and firm.
"Nice to meet you, Mark, my name is Kaylee," I as his hand grasped mine, shaking it.
"That's quite the ring," he said looking at the large diamond on my other hand.
"Thanks!" I said gleefully as Greg's warm and friendly face flashed through my mind, "My fiance and I are getting married in a couple of months!"
"Oh, good for you," Mark said with a soft smile. "Good for you indeed."
"You have no idea!" I said almost annoyingly loudly, "I'm so excited!"
"I can tell," Mark said laughing as he pulled out his laptop from under the seat. "well, work never stops."
"Well, have a good flight Mark," I said grabbing my headphones out of my purse. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too..." he said.
Unconsciously, his tone and smirk he had across his face made my body send a slightly off-putting chill down my spine.
An hour and a half into the flight, after completing a couple of episodes Grey's Anatomy, I was already tired. I couldn't believe only an hour had passed.
Glancing to the seat next to me, Mark was still hard at work on his computer.
Standing up out of my seat, I reached for the knob that controlled the air. I was getting warm, really warm.
I hated the staleness of an airplane.
Taking off my sweater, I tossed it up in the overhead bin next to my bag.
The cool air being blown my way started to cool my skin down.
Reclining my seat, I closed my eyes and started listening to music.
I couldn't help but think of Greg. Surprising him with some of my new outfits. Showing them off to him as he sat on the bed while I walked around him.
I was turning myself on.
I could feel a warmth between my legs spread.
My mind wandered further. Images of him on top of me, kissing me slowly. Starting from my lips, moving down my next, down further across my chest, and slowing, hovering around my navel. His touch felt so real, so sensual.
The warmth between my legs grew. Fidgeting in my seat, I drove deeper into the dream.
His tongue worked its way around my pelvis. I noticed I was completely shaven. I had never shaved before, I'm not sure where the image was coming from. As his lips moved further down, he lightly started kissing my clit, and lips surrounding.
His hands were grasping my breasts, my nipples were as hard as diamonds poking deep into his palms.
It was an odd sensation. I could feel his palms grip more of me than they ever had before.
Letting out moans of pleasure, I noticed his hands were grasping something much larger than they normally do. My breasts were nearly double in size. I've always been very flat-chested, and before my eyes, I was now looking at two mounds. Two actual mounds. They were still small, but they were mounds!
His touch felt even better than before. I could feel the warm moistness spread further between my legs.
It was on fire.
I could feel an energy building within me. Pleasure building. An intense, deep, pleasure. Like something, I had never felt before.
His tongue continued sliding up against my clit, building the pleasure further. His hands gripped my breast's tighter, gripping onto even more skin than they did before. Everything about my breasts was growing. They were nearly the size of baseballs. My nipples also grew nearly twice their size, becoming more firm.
The pressure building within me was becoming too much to bear.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, as an orgasm pulsed through my body, causing me to scream, loud enough to startle me out of the dream, along with the flight attendant walking past me. "Fuck!"
Waking up in a sweat, I quickly apologized to the flight attendant.
"I - I'm sorry about that," I said to the flight attendant, still shaking and beading with sweat.
"You alright Miss?" she asked.
"I- I- I'm fine," I replied, stumbling for words, still coming down from the plateau of pleasure I was feeling before I awoke.
"Well let me know if you need anything, Miss," she replied, continuing down the aisle.
Focusing on my breathing, I tried to recompose myself.
As the twitchfull shaking mellowed out, I started to notice the wetness between my legs and a tightness growing in my chest.
I originally brushed off the sudden awakening of myself to the harsh and trouble breathing, but I quickly began to notice that wasn't the case.
My chest was tight.
I felt like someone wrapped me in a corset while I was asleep.
Looking over to my right, over the barrier between me and my row mate, Mark, he was still hard at work on his computer with his headphones in.
What I did miss, however, was the slight smirk that scoward half his face.
Removing my seat belt, I needed to get up. I needed to go to the washroom. I felt as if I took a seat on a park bench right after a torrential downpour. My pants felt soaked.
Slowly getting up from my seat, I left behind a subtle wet imprint of myself on the leather seat.
Making my way to the washroom, I quickly closed the door behind me. Checking the situation between my legs, I was indeed completely soaked. My juices completely flowed through my panties, making a massive we spot on my yoga pants.
"Thank god for black," I said aloud to myself, exhaling a sigh of relief that it wasn't too noticeable.
