‘I really like to imagine travelling with Jacob. He knows how much long flights are an issue to me, so he’d do everything to keep me calm. Sure, he’d let me cuddle with him especially when we hit rough turbulence, but the one thing he loves doing the most is making sure both our blankets are covering our lower halves while his hand is underneath them, gripping my thigh and squeezing it comfortingly whenever I tense up before turning his attention towards my panties. He’d caress me very slowly while casually watching whatever in-flight entertainment is showing, even joking and subtly flirting with *both* the stewards and stewardesses (which I really like him doing).
‘At first I don’t visibly react to his caresses even though I’m already wet, but as the flight goes on and we near towards “bedtime” he turns up the seduction big time. When the rest of the plane is asleep and the flight crew have turned the lights down, he leans close to me, whispering, “Do you think I can make you come just by touching like you this? Can you keep that pretty face impassive when you come? I know you like the idea of coming in front of many people without them knowing.” I’d love to take his challenge, but I know there’s no way I can keep my face neutral and to even stay quiet when he’s getting really aggressive with his fingers.
‘”Lavatory. Now,“ I whisper to him furiously even though I know it’s going to be a *very* tight fit inside. The smirk on his face in response is both infuriating and arousing. I stand up unceremoniously and head towards the toilet. I don’t even need to wait for 20 seconds inside when the door opens. He squeezes himself inside and locks the door.
‘”Shall we?” he purrs, lifting me against the wall opposite the sink. He quickly unzips his jeans and doesn’t even wait for me to remove my panties. He simply yanks the cloth aside and enters me. We try not to rock the small room too much and make noise, but I’m failing at keeping quiet. There’s just something about the really small space that turns me on so much. When we’re done (with me biting his shoulder to keep quiet and him growling hard against my ear) and we both go back to our seats, thankfully everyone is still sleeping. We snuggle as we finally fall asleep.
‘When we wake up hours later for in-flight breakfast, there is a note in Jacob’s food tray: You weren’t the only ones who slept well last night. I could hear both of you. Thanks for the very nice mental image. 😉 “Well, well,” Jacob remarks, loudly for everyone to hear. “I think we need to say ‘welcome’ to this fellow personally, hmm?”’
Inspired by this confession [x]
I left that last part open-ended so you can imagine anyone you fancy as the third party. 8D
~ Signora Paola