Welcome To Canada - Sex Stories

Welcome To Canada

We'd been dating for awhile now. I knew you were from Canada, Newfoundland specifically. I of course had acted as if I knew exactly where that was. I have to admit geography was not my strongest subject in school or in life. I had to go home and look it up on the map. There it was. Keep going through Maine, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and then across open ocean leading to Newfoundland. We had our first Christmas together and then you were returning home to Canada for a visit. I was pleased and surprised when you asked me to join you and meet your family. I just wondered how we were going to get there. Thank goodness we weren't going to drive. I was pretty sure that would be a three day adventure. I would have to purchase plane tickets. I'd have to dig out my passport as well. As it turned out a family emergency came up and I would have to meet you there later than we had planned. I'd be taking the trip alone. It was good that things were going so well between us. That was a long and curious trip. Three different planes, four airports (one which I got to spend five hours enjoying). I especially loved the little jet I boarded at Logan International. The other passengers and I had to walk across the tarmac to reach it. As we were being escorted to the plane, by the pilot no less, I realized we were getting wet. I thought it had started to sleet, but the pilot explained it was just the over-spray from a nearby plane being deiced. 'Where the hell do you live, and why am I being ...

... subjected to this bizarre, almost comical journey?' I was beginning to wonder. Reaching the small plane we boarded and were entertained with the pilot trying to close the door. At one point he called on his co-pilot to offer a hand. "Hey, Bob, can you help me with the door? It's sticking again." Reassuring the twenty or so of us that all was good, we were off to the next airport in Nova Scotia. A lovely airport, but not much to do for five hours. I did eventually find something to pass the time. More about that later. 'You had better be ready to fuck this trip out of me, dear. Or have some jewelry on hand,' I thought about telling my boyfriend whenever I got there. Eventually I arrived in Gander, Newfoundland after midnight. I had left my house at eight that morning. The only enjoyable part of that trip was the landing and take-offs. I love the thrill of flying and the safety of landing. Taking off gives me an almost sexual thrill. I do admit to quietly masturbating under the blanket the airline provided, after each take-off, my seatmates almost never the wiser. I can masturbate quietly while smiling and carrying on a conversation with my co-travelers. Yes, I am showing my age, readers. Airlines used to provide blankets and pillows. I also received several meals that day and not just a tiny bit of soda or a bag of pretzels. Because it was before awareness of allergies, I also had a purse full of peanuts by the time I arrived. On one leg of my journey, I pulled a blanket over me ...