Irene felt herself relaxing and slowing down as she finally got to her seat. Even on short trips in Europe she always felt more relaxed once she was on-board and seated. She'd had to travel a couple of times within Europe for business and they'd always booked her a coach class ticket. Now, once again, she marveled at the comparatively spacious seating of the Business Class cabin they had booked her in for the 14-hour direct flight. She hadn't been expecting it when she'd arrived at the airport in Madrid, but had rapidly learned to greatly appreciate the lie-flat seats, the individual television screens, and noise-cancelling headsets they provided. Including a layover in London, the Madrid to San Jose flight had been nearly 20 hours. Now returning, she found the direct flight to Madrid to be a few hours shorter, but it was already night at home so she knew the seat virtually becoming a bed would be most welcome.
It was still nearly 30 minutes before pushback when she got to her seat, immediately being greeted by the hostess and offered a drink. She'd declined all except a bottle of water and had leaned back, closed her eyes, and tried to tune everything out.
Closing her eyes and being able to relax turned out to be two different things. In her mind she mulled over everything that had happened. Getting up that morning, getting dressed (at least, mostly) getting breakfast before going back up to finish getting her bag re-packed and then sending Tina to the lobby with her bags while she said good-bye to Ryan properly. Despite their second show and tell sex session the night before, with Tina openly masturbating while watching them, and Ryan avidly watching Tina masturbate even as he'd fucked her (and admittedly she'd looked at Tina a time or two also) the thought of leaving Ryan again, perhaps for months, perhaps forever, had driven her desire to have him one more time. And last night, seeing her friend mostly and obscenely disappearing into Tina's vagina while Tina's little buzzer friend caressed her nipples or clit, and Tina watching while she first sucked Ryan and he then fucked her, had admittedly gotten her mind running. She'd glanced over and met Tina's eyes just as Ryan guided his big cock into her. All of that had been fun, but Irene had wanted him one more time this morning, alone, without Tina there. She smiled to herself, remembering the look of understanding coming onto Tina's face when she'd admitted that she didn't have any panties on; Tina giggling and saying not to be too long before graciously leaving them alone for a short time.
Ryan had been of the same mindset; no sooner had Tina left the room than his hands had slithered under her skirt to grab her naked bottom. She'd giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, their mouths locking into a passionate kiss before he'd pushed her down onto the bed, lifted her skirt and buried his tongue in her pussy. She'd been on the verge of cumming when the knock on the door, from Tina returning, and "Can I come in?" had interrupted them. Her skirt fell into place immediately as she pushed Ryan away and stood, both of them appearing 'decent' when Tina cracked the door and poked her head in. "They're trying to get the baggage into the shuttle, I told them I'd get your bags," she apologized before leaving once again.
"That was nice," she had told Ryan, fumbling for his belt, "but I need you to fuck me. We haven't got much time." His cock was at full mast even before she started taking his pants off, and he immediately pushed her back onto the bed in the same position, although this time he slipped his cock into her instead of his tongue and his cock finished what his tongue had started. It was only then that she realized her small carry-on bag, with the panties she'd set out to be able to wear, had also gone downstairs with Tina. The last person, besides her, was literally climbing into the van when she arrived, necessitating that she wasn't able to give Ryan a goodbye kiss of any more than she already had in their room.
Now, nearly two hours later, she was still without her panties. Although now, in her assigned seat, it didn't seem to really matter anymore. She could have headed to the toilet, but rather than take her bag and fight other passengers trying to get to their seats, she decided to wait until after they'd taken off and then she'd go and put her panties on.
Her seat for this flight was against a window, with the shade currently up, bright sunshine streaming in on her seat. Reaching across her body to draw the shade down, she felt her forearm against her breast, the slight movement tantalizing her nipple, and she realized that making love with Ryan that morning had been different. Skinny dipping on the beach, he'd stepped up to her from behind, filling his hands with her breasts, his hard cock against her bottom. In the hotel room that first time, he'd pulled her dress over her breasts, his lips caressing and sucking her nipples before his hand had slipped down into her panties, and she'd cum to his fingers before she'd run away from him. Even the first time he'd kissed her his hand had been against her breast, his thumb strumming back and forth across her nipple. Now, slowly pulling her arm back, the faint tickling of the nerves in her nipple went directly to her pussy; the pussy that just a few hours before had been plundered by the largest, the most magnificent, cock she'd ever seen or experienced.
She smirked to herself, glancing around the cabin and found she had to sit up just a bit to even see anyone else. The adjoining seat faced the opposite direction, her neighbor had raised the opaque plastic partition as soon as he'd seated himself, obviously not looking for any conversation. Sitting back in her little cocoon of space, she momentarily entertained the naughty thought that, once they were underway, it was so private that without panties on she could take her black max out... and then she remembered that she'd given it to Tina. As they'd been packing, Tina had gone in and washed it, and when she handed it back toward Irene, she'd said "No, why don't you just keep it? A gift. I'll get another." Now contemplating the possibility of playing with it on the plane she realized she no longer even had it to play with. Instead she dropped her hand to her knee, momentarily scratching, but then left her hand on the bare skin of her upper leg, just above her knee. That morning Ryan's hands had found her naked bottom, slipped around, and caressed up her naked thighs, before he'd pushed the skirt away and leaned in with his face, his tongue nearly taking her to oblivion before Tina's interruption.
Forcing her hand away from the edge of her skirt where it had begun to slip up her leg, under the edge, she didn't have to touch herself to know her imagination had taken over. Despite a hard and fast goodbye fuck, she knew she was wet for Ryan once again. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and tried to relax, instead finding nothing but naughty thoughts roaming her mind.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..." the loudspeaker started up, drawing her back to the cabin and the safety announcements. A meal would be served as soon as they took off, and then they'd be turning down the lights for most of the remainder of the flight, followed by a breakfast/brunch just before they landed.
She reached across her body the other way for the inflight magazine in the rack beside her seat, looking for something to distract her from her naughty thoughts, her other arm crossing across her chest as she did. This time she purposely held it closer to her body, pressing it against her breasts, and moved it back and forth slightly letting her arm caress her nipples. A shiver ran through her, the in-flight magazine ignored, imagining once again that she was back in San Jose with Ryan, his mouth and hands on her breasts, his cock driving her mad, filling her so wonderfully. Reaching down below her seat she pulled the provided blanket out and pulled it over her body, crossing her arms underneath and hiding her hands where she now filled her hands with her own breasts, her fingers trying to pinch and roll her own nipples.
Damn that bra! Ryan had never failed to free her breasts, to love on them directly, as often as possible. Once again, she remembered Tina last night, with her watching Ryan pleasuring her and her masturbating at the same time. She'd been watching as Ryan suckled her nipples, as Ryan had purposely positioned himself where Tina could see his cock plunging into her. She suddenly realized that Tina had been imagining doing Ryan herself; what was it she'd said early on - that she would gladly do him herself, except that she knew that Ryan had the hots for
her?
That she would go home and tell her husband all about it, just as she was going to go home and tell everything to Oscar? And, just as suddenly, she realized that Tina would have liked to have "tried Ryan on for size," at least once. Jumping to another
could I have done that?
question of herself, she compared to her friend Maria. Maria, sharing her husband Albert with her, Maria watching for at least a short while as Albert had pleasured her.
I should have shared him with Tina
... she thought, admitting to herself that she had no claim on Ryan, but immediately glad that she hadn't, followed by a
My God, what has happened to me?
thought.
A year ago, she'd been the conservative housewife. She'd never
