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Click hereAlmost desperately I looked up the plane and was relieved to see that Brenda was still in the queue. I went for it and rubbed him even faster and harder.
"Cum John bastard cum," I whispered right into your ear as my silent orgasm broke.
"Yes, yes, yes," he groaned as I felt the sperm roaring up his cock and shooting out onto the towel, although some went onto my hand.
"Ok?" You asked.
"Yes it was good, but I had better go to the loo as well," I said realising that my panties were soaked.
We tidied ourselves up and I joined the queue. It was shorter now and Brenda was not in it so she had to be in one of the cubicles. Then I saw her come out and make her way past the people in front of me. I turned sideways as she passed and we smiled at each other.
"Is he awake now?"
"Yes I had to wake him when I came out."
I went to the loo, cleaned myself up and returned to my seat struggling my way past firstly Brenda and then John. I put the blanket over just me this time and snuggled up to go back to sleep as I saw that Brenda was too.
"I'm going to get some sleep," I whispered to John slipping my hand between us so that it was touching his leg. He slid his down as well. I gripped it and after glancing at Brenda and seeing that her eyes were closed I whispered. "Here's a present," as I slipped my soaking wet, pale grey, lace thong into his hand.
- COMMENTS
Cheeky and lovely at the same time. It's not as easy as some people thing, getting it on during a flight. But kudos to those who accomplish it and have fun doing so.
Those two words are mixed up in much of the dialogue- probably a replace word error... apart from that - I liked the story
Sorry, I really tried reading this story because it seemed to have an interesting premisis, however, all that business with John and the different names was to confusing, I was spending more time trying to figure out who was who before giving up, too much work. And it seemed that half the time John, one or all of them, was not a native English speaker. So please do get an editor.
John, then another John, Chrissie, Monica ?? Only Brenda stayed Brenda. Total fuckup with English and/or word processor. Get an editor and pay him by letting him fuck you up the ass - if you're female. If you're male, get a gay editor and let him fuck you. In either case, you need a severe spanking as well. Bye!
I could not even finish the first page. Who constantly say one's name in a conversation ? Keep saying John this John that. Not only wrong and annoying but confusing. At first I thought it was another guy and thinking who the hell is John.