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-Are we really taking those!?
How long have you had them?
They look older than you!
i love these sweats! they’re really comfy… and I clean and deodorize them a lot too!
-Were they stained before you met me?
not this much… most of this got wet from our vc and your texts and pics last year.
-It's 2027 now pan…You need to buy and put some underwear on.
i’m too old for that babe.
-Yeah. And your dick is gonna keep leaking.
is that a promise?
…I ask—turning my head towards Marie as she sat leaned-back with her stretched arms and cross-legged in her mid-Fall dress, dangling a slipper off her toes of her bare right foot—smiling. She stuck her tongue out at me, and replies,
“just pack your bags old man”.
After closing our carry-on bags and standing them on the floor by the bed, I leaned forward to check her wrist: 13:06.
do you want to whatsapp with your mom and see your kids before our uber gets here? airport’s wifi sucks.
-It’s past one at night there. I’ll just text them after we Board… and I already spoke with them yesterday… they’re really excited I get to see Victoria.
it’s a really long flight though, do you want to quickly freshen up?
-l’ll pee in the air …can we have sex up there?
i think so. do you want me to get your clean underwear back out for our flight?
-No it’s alright… but i’ll take this off here.
She said, standing up by the edge of our bed kicking her slippers off to pull her dress up to pull down her panty, and leave it on my pillow,
“can you put a bunch of tissues in your pockets please?…”
We got to the airport, got our boarding passes after check-in, and stood waiting in line at Security. Marie walked through the Metal Detectors first.
For some reason, the agent waved her aside and asked her some questions. Then she asked Marie to stand with her arms stretched out as she slowly scanned across her with her hand-held device. The agent went low, her face directly over Marie’s crotch as her Full-body hand-held tool went back and forth on Marie’s mound slowly, and gently pressed in on it (but for a long time—may be seven… may have been 10 to 28 seconds) before the Security Agent stood up—to step back smiling—and cleared Marie to go get her carry-on bag.
“What was all that about?” I asked Marie when I got past Security “did it buzz?”
“It’s not a dildo pan… and it’s not the first time I’ve had that done to me.”
“Should we get one of them?
Or something like that?”
“For the flight? What’s wrong with our hands… that’s why we have tissues pan… what’s our Gate number again?” she asked, looking down at her Boarding pass: “but yeah later we can… and something like that” and looked at me and smiled.
… Our flight is leaving on time at 14:45 and arrival time still shows 23:33 on the board as we reach our Gate… so we sit and wait for our hour to pass. We look out the windows to our right as planes land and taxi or take off. I love airports and flights. I also love eating and drinking in the clouds. And I’m finally getting the chance to do all that with you! And I love Victoria. Hope you will too …
“Why did you leave if you keep going back btw?”
“My time was up…
now I must keep going back for air, and the water…
tbh babe, I never should’ve left.”
“But then I wouldn’t have been here
to fly with you there…”
And then Marie looked around to find a Ladies washroom “I can’t hold my pee pan… but I’ll get us another coffee on the way back.”
“Can you get us a Bagel babe? Toasted, Lightly buttered, please?”
“Yeah sure…”
We Boarded, watched our flight crew check we’re buckled, took note of their safety precautions for the exits and our oxygen masks and, as we taxied down the runway, Marie took a picture from her window and sent it with a message for her Mom and kids, and turned to me and said, “can I have that pillow and the blanket from the empty aisle seat, my feet are getting cold.”
I reached up to turn the nozzle and lower the pressure on her personal airflow, covered her legs and feet in our extra blanket, and put a pillow on my right shoulder for Marie to lay down her pretty head.
When our flight finally took off, we looked out her window to see our ground get small and distant and all our clouds fall behind and go below.
As our plane levelled and reached its cruising altitude going West, I reached in her blanket and gently massaged her thighs and her legs under her dress, and Marie reached out to her window to pull the shade to hide the Sun’s late afternoon sets.
“Wake me up when they come around with our food pan” she said,
and pulled my hand (under her covers) to stay with her warm bush closer.