7/10.

You manage to get about two hours of sleep in total before the plane begins it's landing procedure. And while your loins demand satisfaction, you'd much rather get some proper rest. Kristi has to lead you through immigration and baggage claim as you unintentionally do the zombie shamble through the crowd.

Seeing you on the verge of collapse, she literally drags you to the nearest cafe she can find in the airport and dumps you in a corner booth before vanishing from your half-closed eyes. She returns a minute later, wafting a double espresso under your nose. The smell and heat are enough to return you to the world of the living long enough for you to down it in one gulp. It burns on the way down, but knowing that in a few minutes, the caffeine is going to kick in and get you back to lucidity, warms you both spiritually and physically.

As you sit there with closed eyes, sighing in contentment, absorbing the sweet, sweet relative silence that only just deplaned passengers truly understand, you begin to feel yourself being warmed from a very specific organ. Cracking an eye open, you can see that Kristi has laid down next to you and has her head in your lap. Doing a very quick scan of your surroundings, you can also see that the other patrons are either too engrossed with their phones and laptops or also trying their best to catnap. And from the angle of things, assuming that Kristi doesn't move her head too much and you don't make a sound, no one would bat an eye if what they saw was a woman napping on her partner's lap.

The noise that comes out of your throat is somewhere between a groan and a sigh as Kristi runs her tongue all the way around your glans, quickly bringing you up to half-mast. You swallow another half-groan as when you feel her move down an inch and apply a very slight suction. Moving very carefully, you rest your hand on her head, just enjoying this gentle blowjob.

However, all too soon, Kristi pulls away and fixes your trousers, leaving you more keyed up than when you were in the airplane bathroom. Even though you know better, you can't stop yourself from asking her why. "I told you, didn't I?" she says, kissing your cheek. "you MIGHT get your own. Now, come on. We've kept the pick up guy waiting long enough."