CHAPTER 1
“OK, you sure we have everything?”
“As sure as I was fifteen minutes ago.”
“Except that this time, you have your passport.”
“I do, and again, thank you.”
“Right, then let’s head off.”
“Allons-y.”
They start the car and head off for their long-anticipated holiday. With the sunlight shining in their eyes, the sound of Oasis blaring out the stereo and the wind passing through their hair, it seems like a perfect day.
“So, what do you think is going to be the first thing we do as we land?” Jack asks conversationally.
“Considering we won’t get to the hotel before at least 10 o’clock, I’m pretty sure we will be going straight to bed,” replies Sally.
“Oh, come on!” Jack replies, gently slapping her leg. “We have to do something when we get there! Or are you so desperate to get me into bed?” he says, gently stroking the tip of his index finger on her freckled skin, aiming for inside her skirt.
“Desperate is not the word I would use!”
“So that’s a yes.”
“It will be if you keep caressing my leg,” she replies, with admiration and a raise of her eyebrow. “And I am trying to drive, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Surprisingly enough, I had. But you decided to put my favourite skirt on, so what can I say? I can’t resist,” he says, gripping her thigh and carefully moving his fingers upwards.
“Oh, is this your favourite skirt, is it? Funny, I have never seen you wear it.”
“Would you like me to? Cus’ I could get into that.”
“I doubt it’s your size.”
“Not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant, but I decided to ignore the comment made by my boyfriend about potential cross-dressing.”
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.”
CHAPTER TWO
“Seventy-two pounds?!” he exclaims, grabbing the parking ticket from the machine as the barrier goes up. “ Bloody hell, do they bend me over before or after I’ve paid?”
“It is what it is, no need to get upset about it. Besides, it was either the long-stay car park or we got a cab here and back, and that would have cost a lot more.”
“I’m not upset,” he says, clearly upset. “I can see a spot at the end there.”
They park the car and each take out their suitcases and hand luggage. They enter the airport and look at the big screens to find their flight.
“There we are,” Sally says, pointing to the television above her head. “Flight 3672, Bristol to Budapest, Gate 13.”
“Great,” he says sarcastically. “We are at the other end of the airport, and we need to check-in our bags first. Come on, let’s make a move.”
They hurry down the airport, fast-walking on the strange flat escalator things you only find in airports and attraction parks. Jack lets Sally go first, acting like the gentleman he believes to be. Whereas she, on the other hand, believes it to be an excuse to admire her behind, which she has no issues with whatsoever. He simply enjoys admiring her long white legs scurrying under her black velvet-smooth skirt.
The couple arrives at their gate (with plenty of time, as Sally subtly mentioned), going through all the tedious airport routines of showing their tickets and passports what feels like three dozen times. They get on the plane, take their seats, and try to get comfortable for the flight. Jack scrolls through his phone while ignoring the flight attendants' safety procedures but also the glare coming from his girlfriend to his right.
“Jack, are you feeling okay?” she asks, placing her hand upon his.
“Yeah, of course,” he answers without moving his gaze from his phone.
“Look, I know you don’t like flying but you’ve been in a mood all morning. This is the start of our first holiday together, so how about a smile?”
He turns his head and looks into her eyes. She has the look on her face that he fell in love with, somehow simultaneously adorably sweet and seriously seductive. He’s suddenly reminded of how lucky he is to have found her and what he would go through to keep her. The nerves and anxiety of the flight ahead dropping down, he smiles at her and says, “I suppose I have been in a slight mood, sorry. I’m just impatient to get there, that’s all.”
As if the pilot had heard him, the jet engines take off. Their heads push against the back of their seats as the plane starts to gather speed. The appearing noise of unsettled passengers, the engines making an unbelievable commotion, and a baby somewhere in the plane starts to cry ( there’s always one! thinks Jack, rolling his eyes). Sally looks at Jack with a gaze that seems to say “everything is going to be okay,” which Jack has seen on her face many times before and appreciates as much now as he did the first time.
After being in the air for an hour, the seatbelt lights turn off. Sally stands up, looks at Jack and says in a whisper, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” he replies, not taking any notice.
She lifts her leg over Jack’s to get past. As she is out of the seats, she slightly bends down to his ear and whispers, “And you’re coming with me.” She sees the look of surprise and curiosity on his face. She heads towards the bathroom with a small lift of her skirt, as she knows he is watching her walk away.
Jack impatiently waits a minute or two before running after her so as to not seem too suspicious. He looks around nervously as if to see if anybody is watching him, but the coast seems clear. He casually walks to the cubicle that clearly says “Occupied” and quietly knocks on the door. “It’s me, let me in.”
She immediately opens the door, grabs him by the chest and pulls him in before anyone can see. She closes the door behind him, without hesitation. Before he can speak a word, she unbuttons his jeans; pulls down his boxers, gets down on her knees, and grasps his semi-hard penis.
CHAPTER THREE
“Bloody hell, Sally!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like me to stop?” she asks rhetorically, opening her mouth wide with a glance into his eyes.
“No, no, carry on,” he says, letting himself relax.
With no time for teasing, she takes his cock into her mouth. From the moment her tongue touched him, he was as hard as he can be. He entwines his fingers into her hair; pulling and pushing her head closer to him, her saliva dripping from her mouth. He can feel the back of her throat with every small gag.
Her hand moves to his testicles; she strokes them round and round, stimulating him. He can already feel the cum flowing inside him, preparing to erupt.
She seems to be taking his penis deeper in her mouth with every thrust. She feels him pulling her hair to the point of pain, and she enjoys it. She loves knowing that she is the one to make him feel as such. To have the power of gratification over him.
Sally slowly withdraws his penis out of her wet mouth, tugs his hard cock as she takes his right ball in her mouth and sucks hard on it.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Jack says, in a tone slightly higher than he anticipated.
“That’s the idea,” she replies, "evidently."
She moves upwards, placing her mouth around his neck while still wanking his throbbing cock. Using the warmth of her breath on his neck, she says, “Come on, cum for me, Jack.” She places the tip of her tongue on his earlobe, which sett him off entirely. She knows from past experience and the look on his face that he is about to orgasm. She quickly descends back to her knees, opens her mouth and takes his cock inside of her one more time. The moment he feels that warm wet tongue on the tip of his dick, he ejaculates. As he forces himself not to shout, she takes it all inside her mouth.
“Come on, we need to get out of here before someone notices,” says Jack, buttoning his jeans in exasperation.
“You go first!”
He opens the door ajar, checking nobody is waiting outside. He sees no one and heads back to his seat, sitting down with a look of concern and pleasure on his face.
After waiting a couple of minutes, Sally exits the bathroom. As she closes the door and turns around, there are two female flight attendants smirking at her. The look on their faces couldn’t be clearer; they know exactly what has happened in that lavatory. Sally walks back to her seat, pretending she hasn’t seen the two women, feeling somehow ashamed and proud of herself at the same time. She loved every moment of it.
“Well, that was a pleasant surprise.”
“Just wait until we get to the hotel.”
