His text message was brief: pack light and wear the poppy printed dress. 

As I sat on the flight next to him, his hand slipped between my brown thighs. I knew that his request for the red floral print sundress was a signal for what he wanted, so when his fingers caressed my wet slit, neither of us was surprised. 

My lips parted releasing a silent moan as I widened my legs for him. I turned my face toward the approaching glowing sunset and ephemeral clouds below us. It was never about the destination but the journey to get there.