Joining the Half-Mile-High Club San Francisco, part 9

Sexyhusband and I got the airport with more time to spare than we'd planned, since he thought we were leaving an hour earlier than we actually did.  Having gone through security, and in need of stuff to do, we wandered through the shops.  Midway between one cheesy tourist place and another, Sexyhusband asked me how I'd enjoyed our day (we'd spent it with friends, and we'd had a chance to drive some of Highway 1 up the coast and back).

"I've been soaking wet all day flashing back to last night, especially since I couldn't say anything in front of Friend 1 and Friend 2," I said calmly and smirked as I saw him stop out of the corner of my eye and pretended interest in a cell phone cover.

His response was to grab me, and pull me close, one hand instinctively reaching for my breast that I quickly moved back to less R rated places (I'm less of a slut in public places).  Also, I moved it because it would make him more sexually frustrated.  He kissed me long and hard, and pushed up against a wall.  Grin-now he was as aroused as I'd been all day.

My next move was to wait a bit, then pull my hairbrush out of my purse and run it through my hair (both because I felt that my hair was tangled and because I had a plan).  Afterwards, I didn't put it back.  It's a round brush with a cylindrical handle, and I flipped the brush upside down (handle up).  I walked around with my hand casually running up and down the handle, waiting for Sexyhusband to notice.  He didn't.  Grr.  I cleared my throat and motioned my eyes down to my hand at play.  I had used the handle of the brush as a dildo at least once in the past in the shower with him, and I know he flashed back to it.  I actually heard him growl in his throat, and he tried to convince me to find a secluded spot to indulge in a little play.  I said no dice, and continued to tease my brush for a few more minutes.

Then I got an evil idea.  I told him I had to go to the bathroom.  I disappeared into the ladies room, and after taking care of things, took out my book and read for another 5 minutes.  When I came out, I put a big smile on my face.

"Did you...?  Were you...?" he asked me, wondering exactly what I'd been up to.

I laughed, hesistated and then told the truth, for which I was tickled.

We killed another hour or hour and half until the plane was boarding, hanging out and recharging our laptops and my iPod.

Once on the plane, I was reminded of how much Coach sucks (something I forget in between flights).  I had an aisle seat with Sexyhusband beside me and another guy beside him.  We had pillows and blankets (which is laughable as I, at least, find those seats completely useless for their theoretical purpose of sleep on the red eye).

I read through take off, and Sexyhusband tried to sleep.  About 45 minutes or an hour into the flight, I noticed he wasn't asleep yet.  Thinking of the night before and feeling more than a little aroused, I took his hand and casually placed it on my breast under the blanket.  He was surprised, but kept things low key so no one would know what he was doing.

Not satisfied with my breast, his hand slid downwards, taking advantage of my loose pants with the elasticy drawstring (I think they're offically yoga pants or pajama bottoms) and into my panties.  I spread my legs enough to allow him access and tilted my hips to give him a clearer path to where we both wanted him to go).  His eyes were shut, and to the casual observer, he was asleep with his head on my shoulder, and I was dozing with my eyes closed (actually they were slitted open).

His index finger brushed my clit, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep quiet.  I couldn't move because it would give away the game.  Once or twice I warned him that someone was walking down the aisle, but the guy on the other side of Sexyhusband was out cold as were our neighbors on the other side.  I felt Sexyhusband's breath on my ear and he whispered to me, describing how hot I'd been at Power Exchange, about Amber and the pole tricks at The Garden of Eden, and all manner of things as his finger worked my slick pussy and clit.

When I came, I'm pretty sure I made some small strangled noise.  Sexyhusband's hand withdrew.  We adjusted and I tried to return the favor, but Sexyhusband's pants were not as friendly for mile high games.  I sighed, and leaned back in my seat.  I was surprised when Sexyhusband reached over and went for a second round on me, but I eagerly welcomed his touch.

He brought me to orgasm again, making me whisper in his ear all the things I wanted to do the next time we went to Power Exchange, like bringing a call girl with us to play, or going into the "bedroom" area I'd played in the first time and picking men to come in and use me one after the other, or bringing our toys and publically flogging him, or having him flog me among other things.  The ideas were so arousing that it almost strangled me to hold back from crying out my second orgasm.

This time though, his hand withdrew and he fell asleep for real within a few minutes.  When I finally drifted off for a short catnap, I had vivid dreams.

Arriving back home, I felt exhausted.  I'd only cat napped, and we still had to get our luggage and get home.  So it shocked me that when we collapsed in our bed, we started off just talking and ended up having a quickie before passing out, home at last.

By the way-our little pleasure streak continued for another few days with us having sex at least once and sometimes twice a day.  I've never been so sore in my life, but it was worth it, and every twinge of pain brought back the memories of how I'd gotten that sore.

Comments

[Steve]

VERY nice series of posts and VERY entertaining to read. It's great to read about people who obviously love each other sharing the fulfillment of their fantasies together. Congratulations...it sounds like a trip you will never forget!