We were excited and nervous when we boarded the plane. I had on a lacy stretch top and a short black skirt for easy access.

When the seat-belt light went off, his hand began inching its way up under my skirt. I felt a wave of sudden heat rush through my body. I unbuckled the belt, got up, and headed for the restroom, knowing he’d follow. I didn’t have to wait very long. A few seconds later, he pushed open the door to the tiny compartment. I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.

Undaunted by the cramped quarters, he worked his way down to my navel, briefly caressing it with his tongue. He continued kissing his way down until his tongue stroked the inside of my folds, searching for that hidden sweet spot. When he found it, my body — already trembling — shook violently as I was... Read More