The terminal was stuffy, bleak, boring. The shiny faux-tile floors a little too clean, the walls a little too white. The air was dry. It smelled of plastic. The terminal…sucked. And besides the obnoxious group of 80 something american students, it was utterly void of any person and thus, any entertainment. Normally, he would bide his time through the act of something the kids call “people watching”, though this he lacked new source material, unfortunately, and was tired of jibing some his lesser classmates of four months. He found himself bored. Bored already at the start of what would be a thirty something hour trip home; not a great start. And right when he began to look for entertainment - there it was. You could say it almost fell into his lap.
He caught her eye from nearly four rows away. Feet propped on an overturned suitcase, slouched in her seat a full length and playing with her gum in strings, she looked bored as hell and sexy as fuck. Jamelynn’s eyes wandered around the terminal with boredom, at the shiny floor, the white walls, the pale orange seats, even at that kid with the ponytail. She amused herself thinking of the kid as a lonely 10th grader pretending to be a Samurai; a fat Samurai by the looks of it…until…something grabbed her attention…
She glanced at him for a hair of second with a look, that intense, all-consuming, piercing look that meant one thing. She put her gum back in her mouth slowly, stood up and began to walk. Despite lacking in sleep, she somehow effortlessly maintained her breathless beauty. The effortless style, the luscious hair and her eyes. Her eyes were everything, they were her, that hazel hue of green made them fierce and delicate. Alluring even. As near perfect as anything could get. She walked over with such a bravado full of confidence and sexiness that he couldn’t help but grin and admire her stride. Before he knew it, she was slowly falling into his lap like silk. The usual pleasantries were exchanged. Conversation was made only because they had to get it out of the way. The sexual tension was there and the were well aware of the other knowing. All it required was a little…break. Sitting on his lap, she placed her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him as if she was going to give a hug. Instead, she slowly whispered to his ear “On the plane…”. And as fast as she came, she was gone. Leaving him with a grin across his face and gazing at her ass as she strode away.
Boarding planes always annoyed him. They were slow, cumbersome and somehow someone in front of you always fucked up putting their bag overhead. Always. The pompous gay flight attendants don’t help either. After wading through the swath of people in the aisle, he finally found his seat. Aisle seats help bring down the frustration of 14 hour flights. He lucked out. At his seat his successfully secured his bag and settled in for what could be a gruesome flight. As they lifted off the ground, he took a sleeping pill with water. A few minutes later he dozed off, remembering this flight won’t be all that bad…
A few hours in and nearly half the flight was asleep. Everyone dozed away as their pills kicked in, but not Jamelynn. She was too preoccupied with one thought on her mind. Him. In fact, she was even waiting for the majority of the flight to fall asleep. The more discrete, the better. She unbuckled her seat belt and rose out of her cramped seat. She took a minute to stretch out her legs, back and arms after sitting for so long. Then made her way towards the next section to find him. Walking through the aisle, she immediately recognized his tousled brown hair from the crowd and proceeded to make her way. Coming up to him she could see he was asleep too, much like the rest of the flight, and woke him by running her fingers through his soft, wavy hair. He stirred little until she finally reached down and ran her hand over his crotch. He awoke, tilting his head to look at her with sleepy brown eyes and never said a word. He simply gave a smile, a wink, grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her close for a strong, lustful kiss. Quickly she unbuckled his seatbelt and yanked him by the hand towards the plane lavatory. They slid open the door and both were inside; locking the door to occupied.
Kissing him, she backed him into the small, cramped room. She kept kissing until they had switched positions and his back was against the door the came in. His lips were full-bodied, sturdy and…chewable. She spent her time on them, softly playing with them between her teeth until, like a storm, his tongue burst into her mouth and she gladly took it. He tasted of honey. Her hands rested on his chest, his were grabbing fistfuls of her hair. He pulled her closer, held her tighter, as if it were the last time. She gladly fought for control with him, their lips moving in perfect sync. It felt primal one moment and soothing the next. A part of her felt the adrenaline rush, making her want to growl. Another side of her felt the worry erase from her mind while the tensions she didn’t even know were lurking in her face and head melt away. The kiss was so simple in action yet so complex in feeling. Pulling away, she moved her way down his neck and slowly licked, bit and sucked her way down his chest. Ripping off his belt and yanking his zipper down, she reached down into his pants and brought out his now sufficiently hard dick. His turn to get a real feel for her lips. Slipping it into her mouth slowly was a tease. Everything was excruciatingly slow…and pleasurable. Her lips were wet, juicy and heavenly. And her tongue…her tongue was deft, nimble, savvy, brillant even, and she knew exactly where to hit. Then, at last, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, spun her around and bent her over the tiny sink and proceeded to tear off her clothes. With her face pressed against the mirror, he slipped inside of her. Gently rocking his hips he eased his way in, deliberately keeping his movements slow to make her crave even more. Then she took control. Turning around and pushing him down onto the toilet, she moved her way onto his cock. Her turn. She swung forward and back, swaying up and down with him inside. Starting slow at first then upping the tempo, upping the pleasure…until it erupted through her. A discharge of neuromuscular tension at the height of her sexual arousal rushed upon her like a wave of euphoria, bliss, exhilaration, happiness, joy. Exquisite joie de vivre. She was flipped once more for the last time so her back was on the seat while her legs rested on his shoulders. The tempo of his thrusts upped while her moans multiplied. With every sway the sounds of pleasure rose. The mirror was covered in fog now and they were drenched in each others sweat. It was hot, wet and passionate. The heat of lust. Then, out of no where, she felt a second succession of a tidal wave of pleasure. This one more violent than the last, and far more pleasurable. She didn’t care what the other passengers heard and let out a set of yelps and moans. As his tempo quickened, she could feel it within him rising. His toned muscles tensed, his eyes shut and his jaw clenched. His thrusting became long, strong and almsot uncontrollable. She grabbed him by the hair and told him “I want it”. As soon as the words left her gorgeous lips, white, hot pleasure came bounding upon her, covering her stomach. It was passion, lust, ecstasy and desire. His was fantastic. And she loved it.
The flight wasn’t too bad.