As I slowly pulled the sheesha hose away I pouted my lips and my little tongue played with the ring-shaped smoke that I blew. I leaned over to the man sitting across my comfy cushioned sofa and handed him the hose, eyes fixed upon his beautiful dreamy eyes partly covered by those adorable soft curls of his hair.
“Honey and peach… or if you want something sweeter…”
Must’ve been the cheesiest line ever but our lip-locking session would not have finished had the polite waiter not remind me gently, “Your flight is leaving Abu Dhabi in less than an hour, Mam” following some incomprehensible Arabic.
Fast-forward to 4 hours later. Lights were out. Everyone fast asleep. 24,000 ft off the ground.
The SJ Unforgivable scent on his neck was mixed with tiny drops of sweats, and as I licked his neck I could feel his pheromones, so controlling and so demanding. I placed my hand on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away and yet I could feel his heartbeat, stronger and stronger with every kiss and every touch. My lips encircled his full bottom lip, bit it lightly and slowly sucked it, letting out a mild moan of ecstasy as his hand climbed up my leg reaching for my panties.
Keeping my thongs on, he slid it sideways, and tightened the bloodstream to my most private areas. The extra thrill of shagging with your clothes on sent me miles closer to pure bliss. His fingers rubbed against my (very) wet pussy, toying around with it, teasing me, pushing me away when we both knew we wanted it. badly.
This time I successfully pushed myself away from him, stood up, and turned my back around. In one swift motion I removed my top and unhooked my lacey bra. Pushing my breasts closer together with one arm that also covered my pointy hard nipples, I picked up the soft airline blanket and covered myself with it, joining the 2 ends of the cloth together just under the cleavage. I made a signal with my finger and he followed me. Continue reading