Jewels

"Sir? Sir?" I heard a woman say. I was happy where I was, but her voice was insistent. I opened my eyes, but the bright light made me close them instantly. I then tried slower so I wouldn't be blinded.

"We've landed Sir," the flight attendant tells me. She was wearing a retro orange outfit that the airline was using to bring back the perceived elegance of the early nineteen sixties. "We will start teleporting soon," she informed me as I stretched and yawned. Once she turned away, she found another passenger in their pod to rouse.

I woke up my tablet and saw that I had a message from Ryan saying that he was home. It was also twenty-one degrees Celsius, if you wanted to venture outside. Then the list of today's fashions if you wanted a change from what you wore the day before. Since I was going home, I didn't feel like being fussy, and kept the robe I had put on when I went to sleep for my flight. It was always too cold on these flights to sleep in just nightwear, never mind nude for me.

I soon found myself seventh in line. Before we got there our wrists were scanned to confirm that we left the oceanic flight and organized our bags to follow us to the same location. I watched the couple in front of me as they waited their turn. Clearly the temperature didn't bother them as they had boarded the flight nude and were departing it nude. She displayed diamonds of all sizes in her tied-up hair, in ear lobes, in her nipples, in the middle of belly button, stuck to her fingernails and along some lines of her body. Even an anklet on her left foot.

As the man helped the lady that looked to be in her early twenties, like himself, up onto the transporter, anyone who was looking saw that she had one more diamond on her person. It was at the end of the of a butt plug, and it was the biggest diamond yet. I wasn't as turned on as a hetero or panro might have been, but I did smile. I had gotten an emerald one for Ryan. When I saw the colour of his eyes flashing back at me from a store window, I felt that I had to have it. When I realized what I was looking at, it delighted me to see that it fit with Ryan's request.

It was the first toy that he had asked for in five years. That isn't to say that we don't regularly use the other toys that we have collected over the years, but it is our anniversary in about nine days, and I was at a slight loss as to what to get him this year. I had another business trip scheduled for two days later that was estimated to last week.

I tossed the idea out there that we could have gone to the Isle of Patmos for the day of our anniversary, have a relaxing hot olive oil massage at the hotel, dine in a nice little restaurant in the middle of a small town, watch the sunset while sitting under a tree near the shore and then slowly having sex back in our hotel room until we ran out steam. I wasn't opposed to doing the same thing for the next few days until I had to leave for work and reluctantly kiss my husband goodbye while telling him to go back sleep. I wanted him to stay there, be somewhere new for a while, then I would rejoin him in few days for maybe a week before we both went back home.

Ryan didn't all out hate the idea, but I think he was just sick of doing things on his own and my time away dampened his excitement for being able to go back to Greece. Then he asked for the gift. A sexy toy that we both could use, and he would think about Greece. After he kissed me goodbye, Ryan tugged on my nipple before stepping off the transporter. I told him I loved him before I pressed the button for the airport and spoke my boarding pass number when requested by the system.

Not that there is much of what used to be called an airport left. It's just a designation these days for a collection of buildings that housed chairs, comfortable chairs, and the inbound transportation pad which is a short distance away from the entry point onto your transport. For the more expensive suite buyers, they get transported on board and into their own rooms.