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Welcome To Canada

... and surreptitiously undid my jeans. Reaching a hand down I shifted in my seat to let my fingers spread my lips. I could use just two fingers and slowly rub my clit and let a finger occasionally slip into my pussy. Closing my eyes, I rub, thinking of my boyfriend. Picturing his cock thrusting in and out of me, or his mouth tasting my sweet pussy. He does amazing things with his tongue and his lips. I admit to thinking more about his cock on this trip. His was the first I had seen that wasn't circumcised, something not very common in Americans. I loved playing with it and rolling his foreskin back and forth. I always ended up with fits of giggles every time I rolled back that skin and saw the head emerge. He is highly amused whenever I marvel over his cock. I'm lost in these thoughts when my seat mate leans over, places a hand on my shoulder and asks if I am okay. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you were having a bad dream. You were making some interesting noises. I hope you're all right?" Blushing I tell him I'm fine. My earlier assertions of being able to masturbate quietly aren't always true. "It's been a long day traveling and I'm a bit over-tired. Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." I tell him. I'm starting to think he knows what I was doing. He does have a knowing smile on his face. "I'm glad you're okay. Please go back to sleep, I think you really need that nap. I'll just read my book," he tells me as he gives me that smile again. Knowing that he is most ...

... likely aware of what I'm up to doesn't deter me from finishing what I started. In fact, the thought of him knowing makes it even better. I am an exhibitionist at heart. Closing my eyes again, I get back to work and soon I have made myself cum. Trying not to squirm in my seat too much. Keeping the sighs and moans to a minimum I keep my fingers busy, slowly moving them around and feeling how wet and sticky they've become. Finally reaching my destination, the ten or so of us leave the plane and enter the terminal. I am more surprised at how quiet and small it is than by the fact that I don't see my boyfriend there. Everyone collects their bags and exits the building, leaving just me and the person behind the ticket counter. It is snowing quite heavily by now, and the very nice airport lady politely inquired if someone was meeting me. "My boyfriend should have been here by now," I tell her. Thinking he better get here soon or that blowjob surprise I had planned on greeting him with is off the table. At that minute he did arrive and breathlessly explained that the roads had been quite bad. He apologized profusely. "It's a good thing you got here when you did," I tell him. " I think they were getting ready to roll up the runways and close the airport. "Where the hell do you live?" I half-jokingly asked him. Laughing, he wrapped his arms around me and promised it would be worth the trip and that I would love Newfoundland. Exiting the airport we made our way to the car. It was snowing ...