George Michael- a story to make you blush

NSFW story

it's february, you and george are taking a ski trip to austria. it's 3am and he's here to pick you up from your house. you collect your bags and rush downstairs to meet him. he greets you with a smile and a kiss.
g: "hi my love, are you all packed and ready?"
y: "yes! now let's go it's pouring with rain"
g: "*chuckles as the rain dampens his beautiful brown hair* okay!"
he takes your bags and puts them in the boot of his car, leading you to your door like a true gentleman. you're on your way to the airport in the dark and secluded streets. it's as if you're the only two people on earth in that moment.
y: "window or aisle seat, love?"
g: "i don't mind, as long as i'm next to you."
you blush and both chuckle.
you make it to the airport, getting through security and duty free just in time for your flight calling. you board the plane and take your seats. the plane has been in the air for a little while now. as it's early in the morning and you were too excited to sleep the night before, you get tired and rest your head on george's shoulder. he strokes your hair whilst reading a book.
after a while of napping you wake up, and just in time for the air hostess to be coming round with drinks. you both order alcoholic drinks and get them down fast. you're having fun and giggling over nothing, as if you're children.
g: *whilst laughing, smacks his hand on your thigh, but then takes it away straight after*
y: "*blushing and giggling* you can put your hand back"
he puts his big, manly hand on your thigh, and gives you a dirty smile. george pulls the blanket over the both of you, covering almost your entire bodies. he rubs your thigh and moves his hand slightly upwards , pulling down the waist band of your bottoms. you in turn run your hand down his leg and into his pants. he suddenly stops.
g:" why don't we.. take this to the bathroom?"
you sneak off to the bathroom first. george follows a few minutes behind so nobody suspects a thing. you're both stood in the cramped little airplane bathroom. it's awkward but you're excited.
g:"*caresses your cheek* i wouldn't usually be so crude as to suggest a toilet, especially not one this small.. but i just couldn't wait to touch you."
he pulls you closer in until you can feel his mister poking you. it excites you. he has his hands around your waist. one moves up to your breast and the other to your ass. he's groping you and moaning quietly in your ear. you undo his trousers and put your hand in his pants. he's hard as ice, and hung like a horse. you can feel him throbbing, and you slowly get on your knees. you put him in your mouth and go to town like he is chocolate fondue. you stop and look up to see him bright red and biting his lip in an attempt to not moan too loud. you go even harder on him, but you don't let him finish. it hurts but he likes it. you then sit down on the sink and he gets down to return the favour. he slips your panties off like they're made of air. he kisses you all the way up your thigh until he's at your sweet spot. he speaks you like a language. he knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you. you are now the one biting your lip and blushing. you have your hand in his hair pushing on his head. after a few minutes he gets up and wraps his hands around your body. he suddenly picks you up and pulls you close. you know exactly what to do. you grab him and slip him inside of you. you fit with each other like jigsaw pieces and he looks into your eyes. you scratch his back and he kisses your neck. he pulls you in tighter, and you both finish together. you're breathless but satisfied. he lets you go back to your seat first, even though you struggle to walk afterwards. he then follows suit and you sit through the rest of the plane journey acting nonchalant.
FIN.