It was the vacation they had wanted to take forever. Finally the youngest of their children was off to college so they were free to travel to places that did not have roller coasters or hats with ears. Eve had spent the last 6 months huddled together with her travel agent, best friend Trish who knew all the great places to stay and which things were "can't miss" and which were tourist traps. Eve had every detail planned and her husband Henry was happy to just go along with what made Eve happy.
Henry had minored in classical history in college and had always assumed he would one day walk the hills of Rome and sail from island to island in Greece. It hadn't happened though until now. He had some places that he really wanted to see but he waited to see if Eve had them on her itinerary. Most of them were so he told her that was fine.
They would be traveling for 3 weeks. From New York they were flying to Spain and then it was buses, trains, boats and shoe leather the rest of the way until they flew home from Israel. Henry turned away from the airplane window and looked at Eve as she read from her tablet. She had small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a wisp of grey just above her forehead. The intensely blue eyes burned as bright as when they married. The silky blonde hair was not quite as light as it once had been but it still suited her rosy complexion.
She sensed his gaze and turn with a smile. Her perfect teeth parted her pink lips. He smiled back and she leaned forward and kissed him. As she leaned he got a view down her blouse of her fabulous breasts.She caught him looking and he expected her to give a disapproving look but she grinned.
A quick glance across the aisle confirmed that their neighbors were dozing in the darkened cabin. She took his hand a placed it between her knees. He moved his hand under her skirt while keeping an eye out for the cabin crew. He had never seen Eve like this but he was not passing on the chance. He wanted to rub her through her underwear but when he moved his hand up far enough he found just her smooth skin.
In all the time he had known Eve she had always kept herself trimmed and neat but never had she shaved bare. His head was spinning. Then it dawned on him that she was not wearing anything under her skirt. Had she been that way the whole time? In the cab on the way to the airport? In the restaurant where they had eaten dinner before jumping on the late flight? Eve whispered, "put it in...just for a second." Henry did just that and heard her moan.
She clamped her knees together and held him there for a moment. Then she took hold of his arm and pulled his hand out from under her skirt. "I don't want to stop but..." She looked across the aisle again.
"I understand." Henry said. His heart was beating fast and he was in danger of tearing a hole through the front of his pants. He brought his hand up and licked the dampness from his fingers while his eyes were locked with his wife.
"I hope you liked that surprise" she whispered in a rasp.
"That was wonderful. I don't see this side of you often enough." Eve was never confident in her appearance no matter how sincerely, or how often, Henry reassured her of how attractive she was. It was a rare treat when she would dress in lingerie for him. Although in recent months she had become less concerned about nakedness at home now that the nest was empty.
Henry tried to concentrate on the movie on the small screen mounted to the seatback in front of him. Every slight movement made by Eve caused him to lose focus and think about her body. He loved the taste of her. He thought he still detected it lingering on his tongue. She never seemed to want him to kiss her there. She thought it was gross. A few times when she was particularly aroused or a little drunk he had explored her with his tongue and she had writhed delightfully. He liked pleasing her about as much as he liked to be pleased. He knew that he would try, try very hard, to go down on her. Henry had never forced his wife to do anything but the desire she had caused to surge through his body made him feel like he might do anything.
The plane landed after what felt like eternity. They had both slept fitfully but were happy to finally return to Earth. They had arranged to have the hotel shuttle pick them up at the airport and were relieved to see at at the curb when they emerged from the airport. The driver spoke to them in broken English but they could not comprehend what he was saying. Henry tried in his version New York-Puerto Rican version of Spanish but the driver made a face, pointed to himself and said, "Catalan".
Henry tried again saying, "Perdona'm. Es pot trobar nostre equipatge? Som Henry i Eva LaBlanc."
The driver smirked and said, "Si." Henry figured he had mangled the language but at least he had been understood. They climbed into the shuttle. It was a van with 2 rows of seats in the back and space for luggage behind. The front row was already occupied by a couple that Henry guessed were German. They must have come in on another flight at about the same time. Eve said, "Hello."
The couple answered, "Hallo." Yep, Germans.
The driver returned with their bags on a small cart. Eve counted, came up with the right number of bags and smiled in relief. Henry never could figure why women had to bring every damned thing they owned on a trip. Of course he appreciated that she liked to dress nicely so he didn't complain.
