I have been flying for over two hours and I'm ready to start executing our plan. I'm sitting in a window seat, next to a very attractive man. He is p...obably in his early thirties, tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and excellent posture that exudes confidence. I bet he was a Marine in a past life. He has that chiseled face and tough-guy look. At that same time, he strikes me as an all-American, boy-next-door type. I wonder where he’s headed in his fancy business suit on a Friday. I was only wearing a plain black bra and a dark purple pair ofpanties now, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror Ikept next to my closet, and a familiar chill came over my body. I lovedwhat was staring back at me. My long black hair, which I had recentlycut after growing it out for over 4 years yet was still long enough toreach the center of my back, had been recently styled into big softcurls, which cascaded down my head, almost like a waterfall, reachingdown just above. Her tongue immediately went into my mouth, French kissing me as if she wanted more than a kiss, right there in the airport. I returned the kiss only briefly, got her back to her feet and gave her that look, the same one as when she crossed the line a year earlier in the restaurant. She only giggled before saying “Hi, I’m sure glad you’re here at last, we’ve got some catching up to do” and giggled naughtily again. She took me by the hand and we walked towards the tram that would carry us. He took her to a nice restaurant where they talked and ate. Though they were both worn out from their sexual activity, they both could not wait to return to the hotel and explore more of each others bodies. On the drive back to the hotel, she could no longer keep her hands to herself. She started out innocently placing a hand on his thigh. She slid it up his leg and rested it on his cock. She began rubbing it through his shorts. He smiled, relaxed his body, and accelerated. Soon, her hand was.