"I'll just meet you at the hotel then?" Eve said really more as a statement than a question. It looked like Dallas would be late again; unlike several men in her past, through no fault of his own however. Living in separate cities which were fifteen hundred miles apart made for a challenging relationship, not the least of which was just figuring out schedules that worked for both of them.
They'd been together off and on for years, their relationship waxing and waning in intensity; that there was a constant strong mutual attraction was a given. Keeping it burning hot over distance, time, kids, careers, other lovers and friends remained the difficult task.
Now that their sexual connection had included other people on a few occasions, the challenge seemed to be even more complex. On one hand their joint explorations had worked to magnify their bond; when they were apart they'd spent hours on the phone recalling those moments together and having the hottest phone sex imaginable! They each had a cache of real live memories they were able to reflect upon throughout their days apart which again aided to spice up the memory of their time together.
However, because others now had shared each of them separately and together, it sometimes felt like their were 'too many cooks in the kitchen". As hard as they each tried, occasional feelings of jealousy and insecurity cropped up; "Would he end up wanting to be with her for good rather than me?" "Is he able to satisfy her sexually better than I can?" They each knew these musings were slightly silly and immature, yet nonetheless they sometimes prevailed and had made for some uncomfortable phone time (and alone time) when they weren't together.
"I'm sorry, Eve," Dallas said with complete sincerity. "I'm fine getting out of here; it's getting to you in Chicago that's the problem. I'll be delayed by a few hours at the most. Why don't you take a long, hot bath, order some champagne and grab a quick nap before I get in? You're going to need it!" he chuckled.
"OK baby. It's just that I'm so psyched to see you! Two months without your cock inside me is way too long!"
"Ditto! I totally feel the same way! Let's work on changing that. Listen, I'll call you when I land at O'Hare, OK? I love you."
Eve folded her cell phone and continued looking at the dildos that she'd been perusing before Dallas' call. Since their trip to New York, his interest in being fucked in the ass had piqued considerably. He seemed to have an interest in a slightly larger cock than the one she'd used on him in the past too. Hence her escapade to the local sex shop to see what Chicago had to offer. She loved her new clear harness; wearing a cock now felt utterly realistic which totally turned her on.
Dallas boarded his flight and took the assigned aisle seat in the business class section. He'd been traveling quite a bit more lately and, for the couple hundred extra bucks, felt it was well worth it. He settled in and pulled out the book he was reading; "How to Pleasure a Woman: A Thinking Man's Guide." Ever cautious, he nestled it in the mid-section of the in-flight magazine and became engrossed immediately.
A little over an hour into the flight, he looked up and yawned, wondering how much further to Chicago. He looked around for a flight attendant. No one in sight although there as a guy sitting across the aisle from him and one row back who had stared straight at him when he'd turned around. "Weird," he thought shrugging it off.
He went back to reading (he wanted to finish it before arriving) and thought no more about the man behind him. Another half hour passed and again Dallas became restless. He unfastened his seat belt and rose to stretch his legs. He turned to face the back of the plane and head towards the lavatory when again he glanced at the guy who'd been staring at him earlier. The man was looking directly at him, only this time he had a slight sardonic smile plastered on his face and he was squeezing the bulge in his jeans.
Dallas walked past him and waited outside the bathroom for his turn to enter. The door opened, a young girl emerged, he nodded and went inside. He secured the latch and looked in the mirror. Had he really just seen what he thought he had? As he reflected on the incident, he felt his cock stir inside his pants and begin to swell. Unsummoned, he flashbacked to the guy in Club Anais that he and Eve had gone to in New Orleans. He closed his eyes and savored the memory of Carlos and his huge cock. Dallas had sucked it and had, surprisingly, thoroughly enjoyed it. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his crotch and saw that he had a full-on boner now, his cock aching, his balls hard and tight.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. It was difficult enough to aim properly in an airplane lavatory without adding a stiffy to the equation! He backed up, spread his legs, put one arm out to brace himself and forced his stiff cock downward, aiming for the smallish hole in the toilet.
He finished and, still hard, jiggled his cock and worked to stuff it back in his pants. He washed his hands and looked again in the mirror. "Still hard, still hot," he thought. He didn't want to walk by the guy with a raging hard-on, or did he? He shook his head and opened the door. Wham! The guy was standing right in the doorway, the same sardonic smile spread across his face. Without thinking, Dallas immediately looked down at his crotch and saw that he still had his hard-on; he also noticed that this man appeared to be extremely well endowed.
"Yeah, me too," the guy said softly, his voice very deep and raspy. "Name's Luke. I noticed you earlier up front. Pretty interesting book you're reading too, if you don't mind me saying so."
