The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

On the plane

            Before I know it we're both spent before we get halfway to Jamaica.

            We lay there for a few minutes, panting and giggling. Chris buttons his shirt back up and I put my panties back on. Then I have a strange thought.

“Wow.” I say quietly.

“What?” Chris says.

“I've never had sex on a plane before.” I say.

“Neither have I, a first for us both.” He replies, his smile crooked as he sits up and runs a hand over his head. I sit up beside him and pull my shoes back on, they must have fallen off when I was being tickled. “By the time our honeymoon's finished, that will look like kissing in the park.” He says proudly.

“We've never done that before, either.” I say light-heartedly.

“I'll put that on the list.” Chris says, amused.

“There's a list?”

“Of course there is, Mrs Brown.” The thought of finding out what's on that list alone is very arousing.

“You know something, Chris. That guys name, Snickers has sure got me hungry.”

“Me too.” He gets up and goes over to the mini-fridge to get some champagne. “Champagne?” He says, gesturing a flute towards me.

"Please.” I say whilst getting up and sitting back on the seat. I look into the fridge and notice the bottom shelf's full of all our favourite chocolate bars.

“The steward can take our food orders whenever we're ready.” Chris says, putting his arm around me. I snuggle into his chest and mumble “You ready now?”

“Yeah, sure.” He looks down at me with eyes full of adoration, and some other heat that warms me right down to my g-string. I squirm and Chris giggles. He always seems to know when I'm horny.

“Oh Mrs Brown, are you ever satisfied?” Chris asks, rolling his eyes and smiling. Making him look like a teenager again. I giggle.

“Maybe.” I say light-heartedly.

            We put in our orders and snuggled into eachother on the soft leather seat. I run my hand across the leather, it's not as cold as leather normally is. I like it. The steward soon comes with our meals. I chose a prawn-cocktail for my starters, my favourite. The smell finds my nose and I ache for it. Looking over at Chris makes my muscles ache even more. Eating our meals I just watch him, his every move graceful and fluid. I watch how his muscles tighten every time he picks at another forkful of food. Chris clears his throat. “Mrs Brown, are you watching me eat?” He asks.

“Me? No way.” I mutter, embarrassed that I had been that obvious. He chuckles and we carry on in silence.

            After eating we decide to watch a film. I want to watch Romeo & Juliet for the ninetieth time but Chris wants to watch Step Up 2, as I also like Step Up 2 that's what we watch. We snuggle up and the film starts.

            Halfway through the film Chris falls asleep. His breath soft in my ear. I decide that, as I do not plan on getting any sleep on our honeymoon I may aswell sleep too. I doze off and dream of the proposal.