Scramble

In the midst of your attentions to Lauren's nipples, the agent on the loudspeaker announces, "Flight number 465 has arrived from Chicago. In two minutes, we will start boarding First Class passengers, followed by parents with small children. Please check the area for your personal items. Have your boarding pass ready for the ticket agent."

You look up at Lauren with questioning eyes. She closes her eyes and sighs, "I guess that's us. I would have made love to you, if that flight had been delayed longer. You really had me hot and bothered."

"Maybe we will in Maui. You still owe me a dinner or a swim," you say somewhat teasingly.

She quickly puts her clothes back on, but leaves the swimsuit on, instead of her panties and bra. She grins lustfully at you as she is dressing. You have quite a hard-on trapped in your pants. You try in vain to think of something to help it go down, so rearrange your pants so the erection shows the least. You both grab your luggage and head out the door just as the agent calls for First Class passengers. Both you and Lauren move to the gate. "First Class, eh? Are we spurging a bit on this vacation?" she asks.

"Hey, with the long flight to Hawaii, it's worth it."

You hand your boarding passes to the agent and follow the other passengers down the ramp to the plane. As you find your seat and stow your bags, you see Lauren sit one row behind you on the other side of the plane. You smile at her when she has settled into her seat. She grins at you with a hungry look in her eye; a little fire still seems to be burning within her. Your penis has finally decided to settle down. You are distracted by the routine of getting ready for takeoff, and soon the plane has taxied out to the runway. As the aircraft begins hurtling down the runway, picking up speed, you glance back to smile again at Lauren, and see her face awash with fear and her knuckles white from gripping the armrests in her vise-like hands. She hates takeoffs. Soon, takeoff is over and she calms down. You catch her eye and wink at her, and she gives you a weak smile in return.

Once in the air, you pull out a spy novel you brought for the trip. Your reading is often interrupted by your memories of Lauren's body. You read for awhile before the steward asks you if you'd like some champagne, which you accept. You sip the bubbly drink while you continue reading. Thoughts of the other things you could do to her keep your cock painfully erect in your pants.