It had been a long day. We were traveling for work, but we worked for a company that provided a vacation as a bonus for the top 1% of earners. It was always fun and involved a LOT of drinking, but the travel days were brutal.
For some reason we always got the first flight out, and never managed to make it to our hotel before midnight. No one really complains though, as it’s hard to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when that horse provides a steady stream of booze and just enough snacks to keep you from puking.
Anyway, vacation sex has always been at the top of our to-do list, and this trip leaves us practically panting with anticipation. We’d of course like to steal away for private moments, but the airport was slammed this morning, and after getting coffee in the 30 person line, it was time to board.
I love reading stories about people fooling around on airplanes, but honestly, how do you manage? Is this just bullshit? We were shoehorned between three other passengers, and I couldn’t breathe without the whole row knowing about it, let alone slip my hand under my boyfriend’s jacket to try to jerk him off.
The bathroom was out of the question – not just for space, but it seemed like a constant line of people going in and out. Must be the morning coffee. By the time our first flight landed, we had exactly 30 minutes to find our way across another equally packed terminal, only to find ourselves in much the same situation.
This time, at least, we were wedged between people we knew, but this didn’t exactly make fooling around a more viable option. We settled on dirty emails over the absurdly slow Wi-Fi, obscuring our phone screens from view as much as possible and keeping our giggles and knowing stares to a minimum.
We had yet another layover, this one providing more time, but still, no bathroom hanky-panky or quiet corner to fondle one another.
Landing at our final destination, we were corralled to baggage claim, and then once again ushered to waiting travel buses, another two hour drive ahead of us before we’d reach our hotel.
We managed a seat all the way in the back, and finally it seemed like we’d get some privacy when we departed and the lights of the bus were turned out so we could get some sleep if we wished in the late hour.
We started to kiss softly, hyper-aware of the smacking sounds of our lips, sticking with softer ones. I ran my hands down to my boyfriend’s lap and found him hard already, precum leaking through. He was rubbing me through my leggings, and my thong and pants did little to hide how wet I was.
He let out the tiniest “mmm” when he realized I was good to go, and, after looking around and making sure no one was coming down the aisle, pulled them down just enough to access my pussy, slipping his tongue into my wet slit and kissing me there. I gasped, my hand covering my mouth to stifle any further moans, and he put his hand down my pants to finger-fuck me while he licked.
I kept watch around us, tapping him as someone came down the aisle to offer us bottles of water and snacks. He sat up abruptly, my wetness still glistening on his mouth, my pants replaced. We dutifully took the offerings, smirking as she walked away.
“My turn,” I whispered, and leaned over him, placing his hoodie over me to obscure the view. I removed his cock from his pants and licked up and down his shaft, lingering on his head as I lapped at the precum there, marveling at how it stretched from him as my tongue curled.
I bobbed up and down on him, but I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. After so much waiting, I wanted to be fucked.
Our preferred method of birth control is having him cum inside me, and then afterward saying, “we really shouldn’t do that anymore.” We were on a “shouldn’t do that anymore” kick.
“I don’t want you to pull out,” I said in a hushed tone, his dick still in my hand. “I think you’re going to have to fuck my ass,” I offered, and he nodded in agreement. Compromise.
I stealthily slipped my leggings off my hips and turned toward the window. I could hear the shuffling of him doing the same, and felt his spit-covered fingers probing at me, using his saliva and the wetness from my pussy to coat my ring, slipping his fingers inside as I tried not to moan, biting down on my jacket as he pushed one, and then another finger inside.
He stopped and started a couple of times, presumably to make sure no one was watching, but finally I felt him square up with my hole, and I breathed steadily and tried to relax, letting his head push past that resistance as it tried to slip into my wet pussy instead.
He held firmly there and finally, it slipped in and I felt the dull ache of his swollen head prying open my asshole. We stayed like that for several moments, and I could feel his cock throb while it was motionless inside me.
He moved the hand steadying his shaft to my hip, and began thrusting. I bit down harder on my jacket, his thick rod stretching me further. He stopped twice to pull out to spit as quietly as possible on his tip, coating his head again and going back inside, each time more easily than the last until he was thrusting back and forth, his breathing slightly more labored.
I worked myself harder back into him, only stopping when our bodies started to slap together. I remained still after that, letting him slide his cock in and out, never coming all the way free from me, but my ring massaging him up and down while my pussy ached.
He shifted his weight, changing the angle he was fucking me at, and suddenly he was driving into my g-spot, and I was already close to cumming. I whispered he was going to make me cum, and this only made him fuck me harder.
I clenched and held my moans as much as possible, the rest escaping into the wadded up fabric I’d been using to muffle myself, and when I finally relaxed, I felt him flood me with cum, pushing it as deep as he could go, his balls resting on the cleft of my ass cheeks and thighs.
He held himself there for several moments, letting the last of his cum drain from his balls while I clenched and released, milking every drop from him. When he slipped out of me, I pulled my pants and underwear up quickly, trapping everything inside and leaving no evidence of what we’d done.
We fell asleep for the rest of the ride to the hotel.
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