As we shot down therunway and into the air her hand slid further and further up my leg and wasbrushing my pussy and clit through my panties. Just as ... was getting readyfor her the light went out and it was ready for us to do our job. She slidher hand down, unfastened her belt and as she rose from her seat gave me alittle kiss on the lips.For the next couple of hours I had to contend with serving passengers andmaking sure everything was going ok. Each time I popped back into thegalley area. I fixed the no floor problem by laying out the bag I jammed it in under me. It was 8 am. And by then the turkeys were probably not coming. I set my gun down, and began thinking of Sandra. I imagined her naked, teasing me with air kisses and stripper like dance moves. I got hard. There was nothing better to do, and my hunt was over anyways, so I pulled my 7 inch boner out of my camouflage and began to masturbate to Sandra. I closed my eyes, and tugged faster. I could hear the tent rustling. All. Hearing ‘clip clop’ of high heels I strain my neck to see, between my chest and car, a pair red high heeled shoes. Thinking to myself that my wife has bought ANOTHER pair of shoes! I return to the linkage when my leggings are pulled down to my calves. “Not now darling think of the neighbours,” I suggest. While trying to remove a split pin I was pulled partly out by my leggings. With half my torso is still under the car the trolley stops. I’m virtually helpless as my wife sits on my abdomen and. I held out my hand and she pulled herself up out of the couch, tube top jiggling pleasantly, her head coming just up to my height.We went to the foyer window and she stamped a time card, then took my hand and led me through the open doorway to the back area where there were small leather couches -- almost loveseats - - with coffee tables and a bit of dance floor near each. The light was dimmer here, and we settled into one of the couches. We did the usual who-are-you and what-do-you-do chatter.