Let's take a Trip

I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to you. I knew my days were going to be filled with some silent treatment. It would be filled with occasional with pictures. It would mostly be me keeping you enticed and intrigued for our next encounter. I had no expectations of anything from you. Except today was different. I opened my mailbox and I saw a beautiful envelope. It was the type of envelope that you would find used for a wedding. However, I didn't know anybody that was going to get married anytime soon. But it was addressed to me.

I eagerly went into my house and placed the envelope on the table. I grabbed a glass of water, and I'd started taking a sip. I picked up the envelope again, and I started to open it. I did not pulled the content out of the envelope yet. I placed the envelope down so I could pick up my glass of water again. Once again, I alternated the cup for the envelope.

I started to extract the contents out of the envelope. And it was folded up in a square. I unravel the document, and it's a reservation. It was an airline reservation, to be exact. A seat in the business class to go to London. The date is set. I went online and confirmed the flight. The information was real. It had my name on it. It was true. Once upon a time, you had stated to me that you would love to take me to one of your business trips. You wanted to spend time with me there and devour me. I suspected that it was mere talk to seduce me and sleep with me. However, I did not have gold digging tendencies.

I did not know what to do. But I had to let you know that I got the envelope. So I sent you a text message as I normally would. As part of our Rules of Engagement, there was silence on your behalf. As you lived your real life, I knew you thought thought of me. I knew this was when I was going to see you 0again. I just had to be patient.

There was no conversation about the envelope. However, I did receive my usual "Good morning sexy" text messages. Therefore, I prepared my bag for my trip. It was my first trip with you, and I didn't know what to expect. This was beyond our other interactions. I did not ask any questions. I kept telling myself to just go with the flow. As a girl, I started to wonder about things. What should I wear? What was expected of me? Am I supposed to hang out handcuffed to the bed for the next several days while in London? Am I supposed to have cute outfits to go out with him throughout the days or evenings? Am I allowed to wear sweats in London? So I packed a little bit of everything on a carry-on bag. The most important thing was having my passport ready for this unexpected treat.

I arrived to the airport. I tried to be as comfortable and cute as possible. So I wore a Nike sweater dress and some Nike vapormax sneakers. I felt cute and cuddly. I took my seat in the waiting area. I did not search for him amongst the crowd. I knew that we would at least meet inside the airplane. So I pulled the book out of my bag and started to read it. I held the book in one hand and the other hand laid on the armrest of the chair I felt presence of someone sit down next to me. I did not expect this presence to grab my hand. I was going smack the person with my book. But when I realized who it was, I smiled. It was really nice to see you. "Breathtaking as usual, " he stated. You knew how to make me tingle all over.

This was an evening flight. Well I would consider it more of a red eye flight for those who are coming from the states. There's about a 6 hour time difference between the US and the UK. The plan was to fall asleep on the plane during the trip. I had never been to business class. There was so much like room. You could get comfortable when you're about to fall asleep. They offered blankets. I found myself being one of those patrons who did take advantage of it. Although I had the window seat and had plenty of entertainment, I ended up taking a nap. I had drifted off into slumber as I watched you sitting next to me.

It was a short nap. I found myself in the need to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms in the airplanes are so uncomfortable. They are so small and tight. I reposition my chair so that I can go to the bathroom. As a courtesy, I let you know. I could have gotten away without telling you because it wasn't the type of cumbersome airplane experience. And as I walk by you, you caressed my ass as I walked away from you. I look back and smile at you. I go to the bathroom and not even a minute into my business the door receives a knock. This person couldn't be serious. It announces whether the bathroom is vacant or occupied. Clearly it's being occupied. The knock occurs again. Now I'm rushed to take care of myself and I quickly wash my hands. As I open the door I get pushed back into the bathroom and the door is closed again. I was petrified at first. But I was at ease when I realized it was just you. And I laughed. And you looked at me. And you kissed me. How long have you waited to do that? I tasted the hunger on your lips.

You immediately place your hands underneath my dress and rub me. I just looked at him, and said, " Now?" And you nodded. There was no shame in your desires. You pushed your fingers deep inside of me and I let out a slight moan. You covered my mouth. You pulled my panties down. And then you asked me, "And who told you you could wear these?" This was really happening. I never saw you so rushed before. You undid your pants and they dropped to your ankle. You start touching yourself so you could get much harder than you were already. You kind of push me onto the sink. And I smiled. Even at my stature, there's just enough room for me to hike my legs up onto the wall to support what was going to happen. I opened my legs up and I said, "Come here."

You placed your hand on my mouth. You just stuck your hard cock into me. You knew me too well. You knew every time we were together, I would lose control. I couldnt keep quiet. And the way you pushed it inside of me turns me on so much. I was not sure about the time we were spending in the bathroom, but I knew you were really wanting to make this a quick one.So you turn on your inner jackhammer and plowed into the initiation ceremony of the mile high club. I held on to dear life as I was falling into orgasmic bliss. You were bringing me excitement literally on every level of my world.

You slow down your pace as you finished this session. It took the concept of a quickie to the next level. I felt your cum slowly oozing out of me. I couldn't just leave the bathroom. Thank goodness there was no more knocking on the door. I used those panties that you didn't want me wearing as a wipe. I threw them in the garbage recepticle. The bathroom reaked of sex. I didn't have anything to deodorize it. I had no shame. I realized that I couldn't do anything about it. I washed my hands . Then I washed my face to subdue some of the this rush. Now I can really take a nap.