Dammit, was my reputation getting out of hand?I hurried back to our bedroom to get in some practice with the baton. I figured that I needed it, since ... would be using it in an unfamiliar manner tonight. I ate lunch a little early to get out of the way. Sunday was usually a busy day at lunch for the restaurant.I went upstairs after lunch and donned all of my armor. I thought that I might need it tonight, especially if more than two thugs showed up, so it was a good idea to practice while wearing. But you will agree that a full-lipped kiss is often more sexy, sensual than a tongue-down-your-throat one. 

While she’s kissing me, baby in one arm, juice in the other, I run my hand up between her thighs and slowly inch my way up. If she wants to pull back, she’s got lots of time, but she doesn’t. Instead she stands up straight, looks me in the eye and says: “That’s exactly what I mean, using me like a man. I like that so much!” My hand goes up…no panties. But instead of playing with her. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud. Here is this hot woman laying next to him wearing basically just pantyhose, letting him play with her pantyhose pussy awhile she is playing with her perfect tits. There was only one problem he thought. He was worried someone would notice what was going on and tell the flight attendant so he checked to make sure there was a blanket around just in case he had to cover her up quickly. He also noticed when one of the flight attendants was coming towards them she stopped turned whispered something.