Travelling from our town to North Carolina, a 13 hour flight occupied by flirting, your hand on my leg and a crappy playlist. I'm at the window seat, you're next to me. As we sat down, you put your hand on my thigh, reassuring me that we're safe. We mutter to each other about our trip while the attendants gives the Health and Safety Speech. I whisper "kiss me", you're unsure about bringing too much attention to us. I grab your throat, pulling you forward towards me. As we kiss, I play with your lip, slight moans overtake your breathing. You're facing me, blocking the strangers around us from seeing what you're doing. Your hand remains on my thigh, but slowly moves up to meet my hips.
I'm wearing loose trousers, easy access for you. Your fourth finger reaches under the waistline of my trousers. Continuing to kiss me, you slowly pull away. Making eye contact with me you move your hand further down my trousers. I'm starting to get really wet, you can feel it. Using your fingers, you start to feel me tense around you, wanting more. I place a coat around your arm and my trousers, just as the attendant walks past and looks curiously over. I've got bright red, looking just past your face, I concentrate on the overheard lockers, trying to calm my breathing as I can feel it getting rapidly quicker.
We're up in the air, seat belts can come off. Stuck in a daze, I couldn't take mine off. Your face starts to come closer, in range for me to whisper to you. "Fuck me". You look around, finding a path that's easier and more discreet for us to go to the bathrooms. Once you've devised a path, you take your hand out, wet fingers and pull me up out of my seat belt. We start to walk. You lead the way. We get to the bathroom door, a flight attendant is standing by, "bowel problems", I state as you pull me in.
