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Clouds (22 July 2005)To my left is the small window, and beyond it banks and wisps of cloud. To my right, my traveling companion, looking mischievous, and beyond her a tan, nervous young blond reading a book.
My companion and I stare at each other and smile. We do that whenever we have the chance, and the chances do not come often. Most frequently when we are flying, strapped into adjacent seats, surrounded only by anonymous strangers, eye-candy flight attendants, and clouds. She has twisted to face me as much as she can, feigning cold and sleep beneath the blanket provided by a stewardess with a knowing look. I shift to face her more completely, my knowing hand stealing under the blanket, past her open cardigan, to tweak a long hard bare nipple, to stroke the skin of her concealed breasts, to imagine sucking them. Her knowing hand moves too beneath the blanket, the dance of the knowing hands, perhaps I shall commission music, to squeeze my erection through my pants. Less daring than her, I have not unzipped my fly or otherwise risked exposure, but the feel of her hand through the denim is none-the-less exquisite. I am very very hard, and think about coming. Which would thrill her. There is something about me coming in my pants that drives her quite mad with passion. But no, not yet, I can drive her mad in other ways, slip my hand down, beneath the denim skirt, where she is soft and warm, pliant and inviting, inviting my finger up inside she gasps. I look around, the few people I can see do not admit to hearing. Still, I am the cautious one, withdraw my finger, whisper to her, God she has gorgeous ears, "You keep making noise like that, and I will have to spank you later." |
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