The Island, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 3

Chapter 3 The light streaming in the airplane window woke me a few hours later. We had 3 hours before landing in South Africa, where it would be after lunch local time. Carol was still zonked out, and I wasn’t really interested in morning after conversation anyway, so I grabbed one of the croissants the stews were handing out and headed into coach. Janie was awake, sitting by herself reading when I moseyed on up. “Where’s Jared,” I asked, motioning to the empty seat next to her. “Squeezed into that row over there with his friends. I swear I’ll kill him if he spends the whole trip playing video games. He’s supposed to be experiencing the world.” “Don’t worry about it, “ I reassured her, sitting down. “The inside of the plane is pretty boring.” Although not so much for me , I thought. “Once we land he’s going to be pretty psyched to see a new country.” “I hope so. How have you been up there in front?” “Doing fine. A little bored myself.” Liar . “Did some reading, slept, watched a movie. The usual.” We chatted for almost 2 hours, and as the time flew by I remembered why I was so hot for this chick. Looking into her soft brown eyes as they crinkled up while she told me an amusing story I felt like I was falling for her. She was really fun to be around and oh, so sexy. In no time we were being told to prepare for our approach into Johannesburg for refueling and a short layover while they cleaned the plane. I headed back to my seat. Carol was now awake, and I talked her through ...

... the landing, as she remained pretty nervous about flying, and being hung over didn’t help. On the ground she gave me a kiss and promised to meet up with me back home, as she wasn’t heading on to Korea. “I have a lot more catching up I want to do,” she said with an evil gleam in her eye. She gave my crotch a little squeeze to emphasize her point, and stood up to get her bag. I collected my gear and stood up myself a minute later. The flight attendants were giving the routine “Bu-byes” to the deplaning passengers, but I got something extra. My redheaded disciplinarian handed me a little bag and said with a perky grin, “Thanks for flying with us. Here’s a souvenir of your trip.” She quickly brushed her lips across my ear and whispered, “You might not want to open it in front of your girlfriend,“ nodding back at the coach section. I walked down the jetway, a little nervous about what was in the bag. I had a minute before the coach section started unloading, so I scooted into the bathroom to find out what my souvenir was. In one of the stalls, I opened the bag. Reaching in, I was pleasantly surprised when I pulled out a pair of panties. I recognized them from the quick peek she had given me when I had cleaned her shoes last night. They were pale yellow lace, with a little pink and blue bow on the front. The crotch had a thick white stripe of feminine glaze that her overheated snatch had laid down during our nocturnal adventure. I held them to my face and enjoyed her scent for a ...