I hate the final thirty minutes of a plane ride. It feels like an eternity in those thirty minutes and you're waiting to make hard contact with the ground. What people don't usually know about planes is that there are two times where there's a slightly high probability of a crash. Taking off and Landing.
The take off always makes my heart flutter. Sometimes, I squeeze the seat so hard my knuckles white, sometimes, like this time I have a charming good looking man to help get me distracted. But the landing is worse. Because no matter what its hard contact. Nothing you can do.
"You look pale, you okay?" This stranger asked me. He had nice soft chocolate eyes, smooth skin, and a thin wiry frame hidden behind a suit. He was on some sort of business trip, mine was pleasure. He was handsome, and another time I'd probably be interested.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply looking up at him. "I just don't like planes."
He smiled, showing nice straight teeth. "I understand, my sister used to be afraid of them."
"Used too?"
"Yeah, she became a Buddhist and evidentially it made her like super
zen.
"
I snorted, unattractively. "So all I have to do is change everything about me and I won't be afraid. Thanks for the help." I laugh and smile into his eyes to show I'm not afraid.
"If it'd help, you can squeeze my hand."
I look at his soft palm and at his eyes. Another time, another place. "Sorry, I got a..."
"Boyfriend," He sighed looking me up and down. "All the good girls do. He's a lucky guy."
"Who says I'm good."
I want to say but I don't. Different time, different place.
The only reason I'm flying is cause of
him. Him
is Jay my longtime boyfriend. He's in the army and stationed across the country. I met him a few years back at a bar in our hometown and it just clicked. One of those,
oh you
, where you both knew it would happen. We hooked up that night but we didn't have sex.
That's another thing you learn as a woman, if you really like someone you make him earn it. Throwaway sex is fun, but if you want to see where it goes, you can't just give it up, you got to wait, make him earn it, make him remember you. Leave him frustrated, he'll only think about you.
We kissed, and he got naked where I was introduced to his beautiful cock. 7 inches, straight and proportional it was beautiful. But I didn't let him take off my panties. No matter how good his tongue was, no matter how nice his hands felt, no matter that he just wanted to "feel it for like a second" my panties stayed on.
He texted me immediately after that, telling me how much he enjoyed himself. I texted back and I was worried that'd be it. But we talked and talked well into the night and every day. Talking, texting sometimes sexual, sometimes just interesting stuff about our lives. What I do,
Architect
, What he does,
Soldier.
What movies we love,
Field of Dreams,
Him,
Anchorman.
Sometimes it'd turn sexual, sometimes not, but we let it smolder sometimes burn, but mostly kept it on edge until "he just had to see me". And he came to see me.
We made love. Sweet, hard, awkward first time love. The kind where you enjoy it but, you know it's just an appetizer, to what's next, to what else there is. You know that there's so much more to explore.
And explore we did. Every time we visited it got hotter and better. We played little games. Made little rules for each other.
No panties dinnertime
,
Suit Thursdays
(Suits do something to me, sue me), but it was always the inevitable. Where he'd be in me and I'd be under him looking up at him.
My 36C breasts bouncing, my thin tummy squeezing and contracting, my tight little shaved pussy squeezing his cock as he fucked me, my light brown hair thrown back providing a halo around me. My blue eyes staring into his. He'd look down at me as his cock slid deliciously into me and he rubbed my clit. I kissed him and he kissed back. Lovely.
And now I'm wet
. I think helplessly. I smile awkwardly at Brown Hair handsome stranger as our plane lands and we head out. No baggage to claim as we only have a weekend and I plan on spending as much time with him as possible.
As I exit the terminal I see him and I can't help but break out into a big grin. He smiles at me and brings me in. His strong arms, slight beer gut, and 2 days scruff holds me tight. He has a four day weekend starting and had CQ yesterday so he's off today, so really a 5 day weekend. I just finished working on a project for 25 days straight no break, I told my boss I wasn't coming in Thursday or Friday and he said we owe you one. So here I am. 4 days with
him.
Nothing better.
We kiss his hands finding their way to my hips and my hands around his neck. We don't make out so much as melt into one another. I love this man in that head over heels way I think sometimes rashly. I haven't said it because I don't know how he'd take it. It's sometimes scary. Sometimes beautiful. Every time exhilarating.
We move out to the car where he slides his hands up my thigh underneath the dress. One of our