The urge comes upon me, like an incessant fever. Damn. My cock is swelling, and neither of us have touched it. I look over at you, and see you engrossed with some book with an interesting title. Well, that’s about to change.
I reach over and take you by the hand, pulling you along with me down the aisle. You resist briefly, but when I look back at you, you see the fire in my eyes and stop your efforts. Meekly, you walk behind me. You already know what’s coming, all I need to do is find a location. I’m searching, but I don’t see a room leading out and away into some semblance of privacy.
Oh well, to hell with privacy anyway. I stop and turn to look at you. Your eyes look up at me, inquiringly. I firmly place my hands on your shoulders and push you to your knees. Those same eyes widen as you realize what we’re about to do, and where we are about to do it at!