“Who’s Rob?”
What do you mean?
I don’t know Rob.
“Then why were you moaning his name when I was fingering you before you woke up?”
I did?
“You did… and a lot! At first, when I had just one finger twirling in you, you didn’t… didn’t even moan babe— you just spread your thighs a bit.”
That’s it? One finger?
Which one?
“Yes. And yes… this one. But when I shoved it in along with my middle finger and spread the two apart, like a p…”
…peace sign?
“Yep…the peace sign made you moan ‘ummmm Rob’ and I thought I heard you say ‘ummmm God’—you were really very squishy in there, btw—so I tried three… and all three went in and out really really easily. And you moaned again and again and then I heard it loudly …and clearly it was with an R babe… and it was ‘ummmm Rob. FUCK ME hard’ this time… and definitely not ‘ummmm God. FUCK ME hard’.
So I put in four fingers and made the Star Trek type of a peace sign in there… and that’s when our Flight Attendant came by to ask whether you wanted the Braised Lamb Shank or Chicken Shish Kebab for dinner. Since you were still asleep and facing the other way at the time, I asked him for one of each… hope that’s ok.”
I’ll have a little lamb (Marie said)
and some kebab…
and it was rod.
“Ok good, we can switch and share…
who’s Rod?”
Metal pan. Very balanced in my hand… I use it whenever I can or want to… but it’s at home rn because I don’t like setting off Metal Detectors in Airports and cause a big scene when I’m travelling… It’s really solid and slippery and I think the colour’s Gunmetal… I’ll show it to you when we get back. And it’s just a really good suggestion by a really great friend. You can keep playing in me till my Lamb arrives if you want…please don’t be jealous.
“Not at all, it turns me on tbh babe. Can I ask our Attendant for a banana? For after dinner?”
What colour?
“Green? You can call it Rob if you want?”
What’s our Attendant’s name?
“Joe.”
Ok, sure… I’ll peel and play with Rob in the washroom later… And I can blow you at the same time?
I told Marie I’d love to see her do that, and she squeezed and held my hand as my two fingers went deeper and strayed and swam inside her…
… There was still a few hours left to stay up in the air before entering Victoria, getting our rental car, and going down on Patricia Bay’s highway to sleep in Cordova for just this one night. It’ll be fun to walk its sandy, coastal-shoreline with Marie tomorrow morning before driving up to Nanaimo. Maybe even on to Port McNeil, and catch the evening ferry for Alert Bay and see a sunset… but idk, may just have to stop and spend our night in Courtenay though. Or I’ll ask her if we should just take a ferry across to Seattle instead …
When I saw Joe, I grabbed some tissues from my jeans and gently pulled out of Marie and cleaned her bush and pussy, and wiped my fingers. With that, Marie knew her Lamb and my Chicken were heading down our aisle and sat up, and we put our trays down.
I looked over to her as she was fixing her hair and checking her makeup in her hand-held mirror… she’s very cute whenever she does that, but then again, she’s always very cute and pretty and beautiful in every way and at any time of the day. I could watch her do that and just sit and smile for hours.
She saw me watching her and smiled, pulled up the shade to look out her window, and said:
How much longer now? That landscape’s really beautiful.
-Not much longer now… looks like we might be somewhere between Alberta and BC…
should I ask Joe for the banana?
…and just few seconds later Joe was standing by our seats, ready to hand out our trays, and something to drink as well.
As we hungrily shared and finished our Shanked Lamb and Shish Kebabs and sat back and enjoyed her wine and my glass of beer she asked what happened to my banana idea, “are you having second thoughts?” “what if it breaks in your hand babe?” “i’ll be careful you know: i’ll start it off slow, tip only… then, push it up and then, move it around in there, like a circle… and then, go in and out very very gently …and then, faster and faster” “i know i know… but i’m afraid Marie… what if it breaks off in your hand right then?” “i’ll give it you, and you can eat it… it’ll still be a banana pan, lots of people hold bananas and break it into smaller bites to eat like that anyway.” “i don’t like eating green bananas though… I know they’re healthier, but I don’t like green bananas” “i’ll chuck it in the toilet pan… and sit and squirt the rest of it…. I’m not forcing my banana on you… why’d you even bring up a banana idea anyway?” “i thought you’re into that stuff” “yeah. i am. with my rod... i’m sorry…” “don’t get upset babe... don’t let a banana screw our trip …our life, our relationship, up” “i need another drink… something— anything harder… can you get Joe here for me please” “do you want a Bloody Mary?” “ok” “we’ll go to Seattle then.” “what about Joe’s Bloody Mary?” “he won’t have one” “then why’d you ask me?” “don’t worry babe, you’ll like his Clamato Juice better. trust me: you’ll like Caesar.” “can we go in the toilet pan? i don’t know what we’re arguing about?” “groceries… i’m sorry i’m not into green bananas as much as i thought i might be babe… the visuals of the banana dangling out of your sweet pussy was making me really really horny at the time, and then i realized i would probably have to eat it while eating you out.” “let’s not talk about it anymore. I want to piss.” “i love you too Marie… and, for what it’s worth, i know ‘Gunmetal Rod’ won’t break, nor would i have to bite “Gunmetal Rod’ and chip any of my teeth”
…
I said, and picked up Marie’s handbag in my hand and quickly checked that we weren’t leaving any of our other valuables behind, stood aside to let her walk out from her seat, and followed her down the aisle to the washroom in the back as she led me holding my hand.
The toilet smells like a public toilet would smell like after hours and hours of getting piss being splashed everywhere by drunk passengers since departure, and the plastic seat not getting properly wiped, and the metallic bowl not getting fully flushed, and no (dry, clean) hand towel or toilet-paper rolls to wipe you, me, or anything else down after we cum and piss…
So you took one look without breathing too much and we go to the toilet across from it.
Still smells metallic. But clean (a bit). The floor is pretty sticky but your creamy feet in those leather sandals look so good and sweet rn babe. I pull the Baby Change Station thingy down and put your handbag on it, sit on the toilet seat, and pull your hips closer to me, and in my face. You stand with your legs spread open and pull and hold your dress up for me to bury my face in your bush to smell and breathe your piss waiting in your cunt around your lips. I love the smell of your piss babe… I live my life and now would die for it…
My thick tongue licking and slurping on your hole like a dog, I shove two fingers in to fuck you up and down, and look up to you and tell you to piss… You look down in my eyes with a lust full of love and smile at me, and let hot streams of golden piss gush out your hole over my fingers, splash on my tongue and lips, and puddle down by your pretty feet on our pissed and sticky, shaking airplane floor.
As you stretch your hole apart for me to see and smell and fuck your juicy pink cunt, I kiss it and tell you to turn around and bend over. You bend over the Baby Change Station thingy with your ass in my face and your dark bush dripping with piss. I lean forward on the toilet seat to smell and tongue your puckered asshole. Fuck I love the smell coming out of your fucking ass. I could smell and kiss and lick you clean all day…
Standing up behind you leaned over the Baby Change Station thingy, I unbutton and unzip my jeans and pull my cock out and jerk it off a bit looking towards the sink-mirror and see your sweet face, resting face down on the Baby Change Station thingy, looking back at me. I look back down to your ass sticking out and touch the tip of my cock on your pussy, and you move your hips back to take it in.
I grab your hips in both hands and lock my eyes with yours in the sink-mirror, and we move back and forth together to match our synched rhythms.
You look amazing babe… I wish my cock could move in and out of you after you’ve had a long and tiring day, and at the end of the day, you need to rest your head down on your pillow for the night …and we can just look at one another and stay lost in some flight…
… No work. No dishes to be done. Nobody around to irritate and annoy your gentle mind and worlds. Just you looking at me looking at you …
Maybe someday, or for one night, it will happen.
Until that time, this is what I’ve imagined with you:
Laying with her pretty head on some
Baby Change Station thingy,
is my sweetest babe Shiela Marie.
