The seat belt sign went off ages ago, and we’ve been in comfortable silence since. I’ve done some work on my laptop, while Sara’s grabbed one of the many books I saw her flicking through on her e-book device. For the last half hour, I have noticed her moving in her seat and chewing her lip. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s reading something sexy.
“Something bothering you?”
“Nope,” she sighs.
“You sure you don’t want me to relieve some of that pent-up pressure?”
She looks around the cabin.
“Shh.”
Oh, she is just priceless.
“Sara, come here and sit on my lap.”
“Adrien, no, someone might see.”
I walk up to the front of the plane and smile at the air steward, who is making himself busy at the front of the plane.
“How long till we land?”
“Another hour, Mr. Banks.”
“Ok. Great. You can stay back here now for the rest of the flight.”
“Absolutely sir. I’ll announce it on the speaker when we’re ready to land.”
He looks at me knowingly.
“Thanks.” I smile back.
If it’d been anyone else, the implication would have annoyed me, but I was still in vacation mode.
I walk back to our seat and sit back down.
“So we have an hour to kill. I can either give you a couple of orgasms in that time, or you can continue to be frustrated for another couple of hours till we get to your apartment. I know what I’d prefer.”
“Ady.”
“Oh yeah, and the air steward will not be bothering us the rest of the flight.”
I can see she’s trying to process every possible scenario in her head. But she surprises me and gets up from her seat and bends over the table in front of me. Her ass is in my sights.
Her sundress is begging to be lifted. I push my hands up her leg, but nothing could prepare me for what I feel up her skirt. I lift her skirt up to check for myself. Her blush moves up over her body.
“Sara. When, and more importantly, how did you manage to insert this?” I tap the butt plug with my finger, “without me knowing about it?”
She looks at me over her shoulder smiling, biting her lip again. Oh my god the woman is going to have me walking around with a hard on all the time if she keeps doing that.
“I wanted to be prepared and surprise you next weekend when I moved in. But I guess this works too. I needed Catherine’s help to show me how to do it.”
She stands up, and I’m about to complain until I see her hands moving towards my jeans.
“That’s starting to look really painful.”
“You have no idea.”
She pulls me free, and I groan because I can’t wait for her to get her hands on my cock.