Living It Up

High Mile Club

"Honestly Taylor, how are we supposed to actually pull this off?"

We are about 4 hours into our flight to Paris, and still have yet to cross out number one on her fantasy bucket list. I mean, it is not that we haven't tried, it is just every time that we go into the bathroom, and she gets ready to put that amazing mouth between my legs, within 5 minutes someone is knocking aimlessly to get in. I am so fucking wet and beyond frustrated right now.

"Well my love, I guess the whole bending you over the bathroom sink scenario isn't going to work, so I suggest you learn really quick how to keep your sexy noises to a minimum."

"What are you talking about?" I watch as Taylor grabs a blanket and lays it nicely over the top of us.

"Just be quiet Laura. You don't want to have to explain to our friends over there why you are screaming out my name do you?"

Kate and Uzo are directly across the aisle from us. They both nodded off about two hours into the flight.

"But what if I...oh fuck." I gasp out causing the flight attendant that just walked away from us to turn around.

"Are you okay Ms. Prepon, is there something I can get for you?" I grit my teeth and do my best to smile as one of Taylor's hands moves slowly from my inner thigh towards my center.

"I...I'm f...fine...th...thanks." I can hear Taylor as she giggles next to me.

"She's a bit parched from the long flight, I am sure she could use a glass of water." Taylor says with a big smile, causing me to flash her a little glare.

"I'll be right out with that." The flight attendant smiles happily at Taylor and me and then walks off.

"Not funny Tay." I am trying my best to sound serious but that is proving to be really hard, due to what she is doing to me.

"Oh my god." I breathlessly moan out when the beautiful blonde then moves to cup my mound through my tight yoga pants.

Her movement quickly changes when she darts out one of her long digits to play with my already hardened clit. I gasp, when she pinches it through my clothing.

"Sweetheart you have to be quiet." Taylor is really loving this.

I am so not the quiet one is bed, so this is pretty much pure sweet fucking torture right here and she knows it.

"I'm trying...fuck." I moan out when her fingers move up and then intricately slip through the waistband of my pants.

"Do you want me to stop?" My eyes bolt her way.

"If you stop, I will withhold sex from you for a week." She gives me a daring look.

"No you wouldn't." She carefully questions.

"Try me my love, we both know I can go longer than you. Remember when we went on two separate promo tours. Who jumped who when we got home?" I playfully chuckle as her face turns a deep red.

"Point taken." With that said, she continues on and without warning, bringing two of her fingers down to my slip through my completely soaked sex.

I bring my hand up to cover my mouth so that I don't accidently scream out and cause people to wonder what the fuck is going on over here.

"Ms. Prepon, here is your water." I almost jump out of my skin when the flight attendant comes up from behind me to hand me my drink.

The sudden movement by me causes Taylor's fingers to almost slip through my opening. I honestly feel as though I am going to faint if I don't cum soon.