“But this isn’t intimacy, is it? You’re running on empty and so is she. All you can feel and see is her – her body, her face, her breasts, her drenched and erect nipples, the little sinews under her skin, the mole below her shoulder blade, the warmth of her thighs, the wet tightness of her pussy. “You’re right. You’ve never hated flying. “I don’t think this can get any more awkward so do you mind if I–”
She reaches out with a hand, circling your back. You lift a hand and bring it down hard on her ass, sending a shockwave through her flesh. You can almost feel her goodwill plunging into the open toilet. “You probably think I’m such a child.”
“I don’t think you’re a child,” you say kindly. You begin to massage her pussy, moving your thumb slowly against the bump of her clitoris, and sliding two fingers inside her, pumping gently, relishing the way her pussy grips you. She nods pointedly at your still-bulging erection. “I won’t.”
“Neither will I,” she says, a little sadly. As you kiss, you wrap your arms around her back, pulling her closer, sandwiching her body against yours, feeling her breasts squish up against your chest. That animal part of you whispers its desires in your head, compelling you to wrap your arms around her,
