My lover and I were boarding a flight for San Francisco, the first leg of a trip that would ultimately find us in Las Vegas for my birthday. We had a whole row to ourselves, up toward the front of the plane…It was a very early flight, so it wasn’t too packed. My companion is not a very comfortable flier, so I always try to bribe him with little rewards in order to get him on a plane…I had him get us down an airline blanket… After take off, we threw it over our laps, and I began to get to work on “relaxing” my white-knuckled friend…
I undid his pants and commenced rubbing him the right way. At first he was just as nervous about having someone figure out what we were up to as he was about the flight…but after just a few strokes, he was lost in the sensation and wasn’t thinking about anything but getting into my pants…When the flight attendants served us drinks, and pushed their cart to the row behind us, we knew that was our chance, and we dashed up to the forward bathroom for a quick but, very satisfying conclusion to our in flight.
I was already wet from playing with my lover in the seat. I quickly snapped open my levis jeans and pushed them to the floor. My silky white panties were already wet and I couldn’t wait another minute for him to enter me. It was all over for me in 30 seconds, however he needed a little more time to make it official. Joining the Club, that is. Amour…